Cute website!

The faroshuz tiggerrr under The Cat's Meow came from the cutest website! You should check it out if you like animals, particularly cats. It's here. There are several hundred pages of cute kitties (and some other animals) with funny captions. They post new ones all the time. One of my favorites is "I ated Tinkerbell."

Family Resemblance?

So, this is my Great Grandmother (my dad's grandmother) if my information is correct. I was once told at a family reunion that I looked like her, except for the nose. Maybe. I definitely got the chin and the general shape of the face. Maybe the hair. Both sides of my family have thick hair, but my mother's side tends to be more coarse. Mine is on the fine side, like my dad's sisters. Got my nose from my mother's side, I think. Anyway, this is a very cool old picture. I have always said that our history is who we are.

Four of my girls

Suzanna is my asthmatic, and she has a heart condition as well. However, she's 8.5 years and doing well. She's a Mama's girl! I carry her on my shoulder just like a baby! A big furry 14lb. baby!

Shelby is my diabetic. Right at the moment, she is not insulin dependent. Hooray! She, Cecilia and Suzanna were Guinevere's babies. Suz and Shel have the bobbed tails. Of all of them, Shel looks the most like a JB, with those big ears and triangular face. She even has a little crook in her tail! Ceci, coming up below, has a full tail.

Cecilia has acid reflux. Yep, you read right. Cats get acid reflux! Who knew? With a little Tagamet she does just fine. Shel may look JB but Ceci looks like her mother. Her coloring is the most like Guinevere's. I tell her all the time she looks like her Mama. The vet tech at Piedmont always comments on her "eyeliner."

Abigail was a foundling kitty. The vet says she's about 8 years old. She only has half a tail and seems to have been born that way. She's my badass! When she used to go outside, she would chase the neighborhood dogs and try to knock birds out of the air! She got one once too! That was impressive! But today, she's an all indoor kitty. Not that she's thrilled about it...
I'll try to get my baby kitty, Squeaks (she's actually two...and her name is actually Alexandra, Lexi for short) to sit still long enough for me to get a decent picture. Same goes for the pups, Cassidy and Charlie. They hate picture time! When I get something I can use, I'll post their pictures too.

When the madness began!

This is one of my favorite photos from my childhood. It explains quite a bit about my love for animals, especially cats. The woman holding me in the photo is my Aunt Kay. She was a huge part of my childhood. Both of my parents worked so I spent the days with my grandmother, and, after they got home from school, my teenage aunts and uncle. Kay was the biggest influence, though. She loved and always had cats. She also is the reason I am a singer to this very day. She taught me the hit songs on the radio and would sing with me on the swings in Granny's backyard. I don't think I've ever told her how much all of that means to me. I need to call her.

On Clothes Hangers and Other Things That Make Me Nuts…

Okay, I think I am a fairly calm person. Most of that is the drugs, sure, but I think that in a crisis situation I am fairly level-headed and sensible. However, I believe that there are just some things that I should not have to deal with, think about, or generally tolerate. Not the big stuff. The big stuff I can handle, no problem. I’m talking about the little stuff.

I’ve often wondered why when the sky is falling I’m fine but when my clothes hangers get tangled, I’m ready to, as my sister so eloquently puts it, nut the f--- up. I’ve finally figured it out. I just shouldn’t have to think about things like that! They should be trivial; they should just work like they should, damn it, so that I don’t have to think about them! Clothes hangers are so annoying! I hate to hang things up. I’d rather fold them and then have to iron them than have to hang them up because clothes hangers get tangled. And don’t tell me to buy the plastic ones. They are just as bad about getting tangled as the metal/wire ones(thoughts of Mommie Dearest come to me at this point…I understand her so much better after a clothes hanger fight.), except that they pose another aggravating problem… when you try to untangle them, you have to be careful, or you’ll break them. And that is enough to send me off the deep end into the abyss and be happy for it because the abyss does not have clothes hangers. I simply do not have the time, patience or inclination to gently coax clothes hangers apart. They should just do their job quietly and efficiently so that I don’t have to nut up and give the neighbors something to talk about.

And then there’s the double cup holder in my car. There’s this rubber piece that fits into it. I suppose it’s there to keep the moisture from doing whatever they thought the moisture might do to the plastic underneath it. See, that’s the thing. It’s not as if some sensitive piece of equipment is under the cup holder. It’s just plastic, shaped exactly like the rubber piece, thus making it a cup holder. So why do I need the rubber piece? Oh, I know why they put it there. To annoy me! Every time I put a large cup into one part of the cup holder, the whole double piece comes out when I pick up the cup! Now, I should not have to deal with that! And thus, I nut up. Give me “Little Timmy just fell down the well!” Do not give me a rubber double cup holder that will not stay where it belongs! I have no problem figuring out a way to get the kid out of a hole. I should not have to think about getting that stupid rubber piece back in a hole!

Know what else bothers me to no end? People who drive slow in the fast lane. Drive slow in the slow lane, that is all I ask. Bra straps that will not stay up. People who say, “irregardless.” That is not a word, moron! You just contradicted yourself. It is a double negative! People who can not multi-task! They are so concerned with the one little piece of the puzzle they are working on that the entire thing could come down around their heads, and they’d never notice. Like the mouse so excited that he got some cheese that he missed the cat coming up behind him. Some would say these were small things, but all of them force me to deal with things that I shouldn’t have to think about, deal with or tolerate.

Still, I maintain that I am a fairly calm person. No one has died yet, and only a few clothes hangers have paid the price. Well, there was one secretary at work that would duck under her desk when she saw me coming when I had that mouse as a boss. She took cover, though, so she doesn’t count either. However, I will grant that I am not a patient person, nor am I a tactful person. They haven’t made a drug capable of fixing me in those regards.

Hello!

Okay... so, I decided to give this a try once more. Be warned that I rant... a lot. Things just hit me the wrong way and I vent. This is as good a place as any, right? By the way, this is Amy's fault!