I Went With Fall Colors Too!

I decided to change for Fall as well. I went from blond on over there on the sidebar, to red. So far me likey!

Pink In The Air.

I've had a girl crush on Pink for several years now. I love the tone of her voice and how one song can be rockin and the other a nice ballad.

I didn't watch the Grammy's this year but I heard about Pink's performance. I just thought to look it up a few weeks ago.

Thought I would share. Maybe you will have a girl crush on Pink now!

My Second Concert

I think that I'm one of the only people on earth who has not gone to tons of concerts. I've been to one, a George Stait concert, for my 12th or 13th birthday. The second one I will be attending tonight. Yay me!

I love me some eighties music so when a friend asked if I wanted to go to a Rick Springfield concert I said sure. Now granted I'm not a huge Springfield fan, but I do like his music.

My friend and I joke that we might be just be the youngest people there. However it should be fun and a girls night out, which I've not had in well, since the boys were born.

I do hate that I will miss putting my little men to bed, something that drives me crazy and I love at the same time. I've not been absent at bedtime but once in their whole lives and that time didn't go smoothly. However I'm confident that daddy can manage and they will enjoy their time with just him while I'm out.

Ugg I act like such an old lady at times.

Crud

I just realized that I made a big grammatical error on the boys birthday invites(and I read and re-read them to make sure I there were none). I used your instead of you're. Bad thing is I've already bought, paid for and sealed all 25 of them. So to our family and friends, I know, I know, what a big dork. I do know the difference, but don't want to spend the extra money or time to have them redone, so you get what you get. :)

Meet the Cats. (Alternate title I'm the Crazy Cat Lady)

I've mentioned before that I worked at a vet clinic for 5 years. I LOVED my job and was very sad when it was time for me to leave. I've always been very passionate about animals. As as child I was the kid touching the stay cats, one time I got bit, my mom was so mad and I'm sure scared that I would get rabies. Anyway a vet clinic is a good place to work if you love animals and love taking care of them. I started in the back cleaning cages, walking dogs, and scooping poop. I didn't mind I got to see the inner workings of how a vet clinic worked. My intention was to work there for awhile and see if I wanted to pursue a career as a vet. That's what I had wanted to be since I was 5 years old. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up I would always say a vet. I still would like to be a vet. This is a dream I let go due to life. I don't mean that negatively, I just mean life got in the way, fears got in the way and now family and my age gets in the way. I realize I could pursue this if I REALLY wanted to and I KNOW I would be an awesome vet, but I have chosen not to. Do I regret this decision? No, working in the vet clinic confirmed this. You work L O N G hours with not that great of pay. You are on call at all hours of the night. You are taken away from your family A LOT. I realized I had a decision to make. If I wanted to pursue this I would have to do it for the love of the animals, I would have done that, no problem, but I had more than just me to think about. I was married, with no children, but I didn't want to move to a new town away from my family. I didn't want to get into huge financial debt or go to school for 7 plus years. I let my fears rule me.

This post has actually taken a turn. I really just wanted to introduce our cats. Ok, back to the story. I worked as the poop scooper for 3 months or so, then it was realized what a great worker I was(pats self on back) and I was promoted to receptionist. I liked this for awhile and was really good at the whole people person thing even though people annoy me sometimes, but I began to ache to be back in the back where all the action was. All the surgeries and emergencies, where all the animals were. Thankfully, once again I was promoted and I became the animal nurse. This is basically like the position of a vet tech, but without the degree and I wasn't allowed to do somethings, but I did a lot. I prepped for surgery, I assisted in surgeries, I was in charge of the care of the animals coming out of surgeries. I tended to IVs in sick animals and administered medications. I comforted animals as they passed and comforted their owners in their grief. It was my dream job and I LOVED it. The office I had worked in changed over those 5 years. It went from a small husband and wife team to a divorced single vet with an unknown future, to an engaged vet, to a vet with a new wife, a new building and bigger clinic, though endless hours of work and endless employees,(not everyone really wants to scoop poop you, know), until finally the office politics or lack there of or something, I won't further evaluate on this because you never know who is reading and I don't want to hurt feelings(I'm a people pleaser), got in the way and I was the last of the original team to leave. I was very sad, but felt it was time. I even mourned leaving this job, but it was the best move I ever made, the end result was my two little boys. I now had time to focus on something else.

So in conclusion(if feel like I'm writing a paper or speech) I learned a lot from that job, not just how to care about animals, but things about myself. The end result was I left the job I loved to pursue other things, I went back to school, to get my bachelors degree(in behavioral science), worked in an OB/GYN clinic, and had preemie twin boys. Through it all my animals stayed loyal, my kitties comforted me on my bed rest days at home and Jimmy and I got a pretty good friend that just happens to be a vet out of the ordeal. Yes, that's right I am now friends with my ex-boss, Jimmy and he get along good and email back and forth sometimes. I know I can always go to him for excellent vet care, he's a good man.

This post is not really about him though. Sheesh, how did I get so far away from just showing you pictures of my cats. Lets get to that shall we.

Slink is our newest addition. We got him four days ago, and he's totally my husbands fault. While in PetSmart a week ago, killing some time with the boys, we saw Slink except he name was Elvis. Elvis was an owner surrender to the Animal Shelter. He ended up at PetSmart to be adopted out. Jimmy was instantly drawn to him, which if you know Jimmy that's not something that usually happens between him and animals. He tolerates them and my craziness about them. He wanted him, but we decided not to. A week later we have to go back to PetSmart for dog food. You see where I'm going with this? Yeah, the cat came home with us and the dog food. So far so good.

Pogo was brought into the clinic as a tiny kitten injured, by good samaritan. His injuries were assessed and it was realized that the price was out of the clients range for a kitten that he found and did not intend to keep. Pogo was damaged and it was decided he would be euthanized. While this always broke my heart, I could not save everyone, even though I tried. I placed Pogo, who at that time had no name in a holding cage until the deed could be done. I passed by the cage several time about my duties, and each time I would stop and talk or pet the kitten. It didn't happen always but there were times when I would just connect with an animal. Pogo had the spirit and the will to live. He was full of life. Despite his horribly broken and mangled leg and his broken mandible he purred. Of course I could not allow him to be euthanized so I was given permission by the owner to keep him. The good doctor did not have high hopes for Pogo. I however just KNEW he would be fine despite his injuries. I was right his mandible healed without the surgery to wire it shut, not something the doc and I agreed about. He wanted to do it I didn't. He did however have to have his front right leg removed. Doc warned me that he might not thrive with his handicap. I felt differently. We almost lost him during the amputation,but once again Pogo prevailed. He has been an inspiration to many who enter my home. While he cannot jump as gracefully as other cats, he does not let his limitations stop him.

Crash came into the clinic very broken and on the verge of death. He had been hit by a car, he was bleeding from EVERYWHERE and his prognosis was death and probably soon. Another good samaritan brought him in and being we didn't know who the owner was we made Crash comfortable with pain meds, while we tried to find his owner. I did not have high hopes for Crash as I placed him in the cage. I said a small prayer and headed out the door. The next morning when I arrived to work early to check on Crash, I was surprised. He was up and walking and purring and ALIVE. I opened the door and he reached his paws up around my neck like he was hugging me. Myself and the rest of the staff begged the doctor to allow up to keep Crash as a clinic resident. He reluctantly agreed and Crash and I had a special bond from that day forward. When I left the clinic I was sad to leave Crash, but I left instructions that should Crash ever need a home they should call me. A month or so later I got a call. Crash had begun bolting every time the door opened and his safety was in jeopardy as the clinic was close to the highway. I brought him home and the rest is history.

Are you still reading this? I am surprised! This is the longest posts about cats that I have ever read.

I do apologize for boring you to tears.

HOW DID YOU END UP WITH YOUR PETS?

Changes Coming to the Ole Blog

I've been finding the Internet more depressing than uplifting lately. I've been pretty upset about this situation it's just heartbreaking. It's sad in and of itself, but I read her blog daily, commented several times and read about the repeated, hurtful procedures and surgeries, a lot possibly caused or helped along by the ill mother.

This lead me to realize that there are many blogs that I am reading or follow every few days that are just absolutely depressing. When the boys were born I searched for other bloggers that were or had been in the same situation I've followed some of those for years now. Of course a long the way they would link to blogs or people who needed prayers and that's how I found pretty much all the blogs I read.

Anyway, I can't deal with it anymore. I tired of all the hurting, the babies dying, the families mourning, people getting hurt. There are so many more I could link to, but won't, sad blogs aren't hard to find. I feel like I need to step out of the three year repression. My boys are fine, we are fine. No one died, we are lucky, way luckier than some other really good people who weren't so lucky. I've decided to stop following a lot of those blogs. My blog roll will soon contain more light hearted stuff. Stuff that I enjoyed before the boys were born. Stuff that I'm only now getting to enjoy doing again. My crafty side was gone for a long time it's coming back now. It's time to move on.

About Me

I have a post brewing about the boys in my head, but I've not been able to sit down and write it. I did however notice something as I was going through some stuff that I'm probably going to post on craigslist.

So, here's a little about me.

1. I NEVER fold the fitted sheet to any sheet set. I never can figure out how to do it properly so I just wad it up nicely, if that's possible. My mom does the same thing. My grandma is always appalled.

2. I hardily ever make our bed. I love a made bed and I always feel better when it's done, but in all truthfulness, the master bedroom is the most neglected room in our house. I just seem to never make it that far when I clean.

3. I'm pretty indecisive. I always have been. I remember standing in the toy isle as a kid with two items I wanted. I could only have one and the decision was causing me big time stress. I remember asking my mom to tell me which one she liked best and when she said it was up to me I about died. I don't remember what I chose, but I do remember how I felt. I still do that, I've been putting off painting because I just can't decide what color. How do you guys decide so quickly?

4. I hate trying to figure out what to cook for lunch/dinner etc. I usually put it off until the last minuet. When I talk to my grandma she always asks what I'm making for dinner. I usually respond that I have no idea, most times it about 2 hours or so before we will be eating.

5. My car is absolutely filthy. I used to be so GROSSED out when I would get into someones car before I had kids and it was trashed. I could never understand how they let it get that way. I now know. I don't like it that way, with goldfish, french fries and empty juice boxes on the floor, but when your driving down the road and your kids are being quiet while eating one of the above you'll take it and deal with the consequences later. I would show you a picture but we are planning to sell my SUV and get another so I did clean it out, but it still has a smell.

So, there are a few things about me. Some of the things bother me more than others, but they are things that I am a repeat offender about. If you come to my house and I know you are coming and you aren't someone who has seen it trashed then you would never know, because my bed would be made and the floors sparkly. I just wouldn't invite you into my linen closet or car.

What little things do you do or not do?