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L’il Bit and Dumbass

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Or maybe L’il Bit IS Dumbass, don’t know.

We rescued these orphaned kittens from a neighbor’s yard. I say “we,” but my son really gets all the blame credit. He found two kittens near a ditch and what he presumed was the momma cat lying in the road nearby. He sent those two kittens home with a friend of his and when he walked by again the next day, the momma cat was gone and these two little ones were laying in the same spot. The neighbors weren’t doing anything about the kittens so David and I picked up these two and brought them home and NOW I REMEMBER WHY THERE SHALL BE NO MORE BABIES FROM ME. I needs mah sleeps. I also need to not be bathing screaming, clawed, little baby creatures four times a day because they’ve gotten shit every-damn-where because they don’t come out of the chute potty trained. And I also need to not be cleaning my kitchen six times a day because they fling their food and milk everywhere when they’re eating because they don’t come out of the chute with table manners.

They are pretty darn cute, though. They’re only about four weeks old at this point so we’re not sure whether we’ve got girls or boys or a mix. Nicknames at this point include L’il Bit for the smaller one, L’il Buddy for the one that shadows our dog, and Dumbass for the one who grabs onto your shirt, climbs up and around behind your head, and then cries because it doesn’t like where it is. That one could be L’il Bit since he/she cries about everything else. Noisy little punk.

Unfortunately, we’ve had to put them in separate boxes today and they are NOT happy about it and they are DAMN SURE WE KNOW IT. But then, the smaller kitten is not happy about his/her sibling using his/her butthole as a nipple, either, and he/she makes DAMN SURE WE KNOW IT.

Not sure we’re going to keep them long term. Anyone want a kitty? They ARE litter box trained now!

I’m feeling a bit gross and lethargic and just in a funk today. I’m blaming it on hormones, being tired, and the weather. I would love nothing more than to spend the day curled up in bed, in my pajamas, with a book and some cookies, alternately reading and napping. However, it feels like it’s been a long freakin’ time since the kid and I got to do anything together, just mom and David doing something not involving cleaning the house, so out we’re going.

When I woke up this morning the sun was out and the skies were all blue, which was a nice change from all the rain and thunderstorms we’ve been having lately. I thought, “Hey, nice! Maybe I’ll grab my camera and we’ll go to the botanical gardens or something!” (YAY, I CAN HAZ CAMERA NOW, FINALLY!) But I’ve just come in from checking the mail and UGH. Gray and humid, hardly a patch of blue to be found. To the movies we will go, then.

Spritzed myself with a bit of perfume when I got dressed to help combat feeling gross. Apart from being my favorite perfume, Lolita Lempicka always makes me think of New York City. Maybe it’s because I bought it shortly before one of the trips David and I took there while we lived in Maryland, and a trip to NYC felt like an opportunity to be a little more adventurous and daring in more ways than one, so I wore my new perfume all over the city. Maybe it’s time to find something or some place new to explore.

Found a message in my voicemail from a photography place that I’ve never heard of telling me that my son’s senior portraits are scheduled for tomorrow. Um, excuse me, but how about you first ASK whether or not that’s convenient? Which, by the way, it isn’t, thank you very much. Can’t do it, have to reschedule. I’ll let you know. Also…what? Senior in high school? Hum. Sounds exciting, but I don’t know if I can permit that. All of a sudden it seems like there aren’t a whole lot of ”Mommy and David’s Day Out” days left.

Verbal

Monday, July 5, 2010

Sitting at my breakfast table with a nearly empty glass of orange juice, contemplating blogging, contemplating the day, wondering when I’ll get my next day off work, wondering how long it’s been since the last one even though I could find out easily by looking at my calendar but I’m just not willing to get up to go have a look.

Telling myself to get in the shower so I can get things done today…for me AND for/at work. I’ve been without my camera for too long, I’m really hoping that when I go to pick it up today it will actually be spot-, lint-, and smudge-free and give me clear photos again. Also, maybe I’ll go have lunch with El Fiance, someone I haven’t gotten to see much lately.

Thinking about finding an online school. I’m antsy to take another class, almost any class, but a recent work promotion, and the departure of a manager on maternity leave, has left me with little time and energy to do so.

Sharing my makeup obsessions over at I Need More Makeup. It’s just a fun little thing I’ve been doing for myself. Don’t know where it’s going or how long it will last, I just know that it’s been getting a hell of a lot more of my attention than this blog. Shame on me. I find that it is true for me as it is for some other bloggers – the longer I go without making a post, the harder it is to sit down and compose something and the easier it seems to give it up or feel that I’m not contributing anything or that it’s not doing anything for me anymore. But I keep coming back and logging into my admin panel, so I’m not ready to give up yet. And here I am.

Chopping my hair off. I do believe I have finally found a salon that I can finally call “home.” I’ve yet to try anything beyond a haircut, but I’d like to try some of the spa services eventually, too.

Looking for a good, sturdy pair of pliars. My sweet tooth has become quite the demanding little beast this past week in particular, and I’m ready to yank her out and be done. Give in to the craving once and she thinks she’s entitled to more. Luckily my newest pants all still fit, but I’m banning sweets this week to get myself back on track. Apologies to the family for any crankiness ahead of time.

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