Thursday, February 15, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
so here i am sitting here guzzling my second cup of coffee of the morning all because of the early morning start. We found a kitten in our backyard last night. A tensy tiny kitten who is soooo cute and the way it was miowing we gathered that it had been a while since she had last been fed. So we have been feeding her. I don't mind feeding her but I am pissed about how we came to be looking after her. I asked my neighbours about her (their cat has just had a litter of kittens so originally we thought that the kitty we had found was from her litter) it turns out that the probable mother of this kitten is a stray that they feed sometimes. This is where the rant comes in: why can't people look after their animals? it isn't excatly rocket science. There are so many cats in this neighbourhood that the Wife thinks we should be re-named Kittywell or Catwell. I would love to do a door-to-door Jeohovah Witness type thing round here to tell people that they should get their animals de-sexed and not abandon them when they "don't feel" like looking after them anymore. Now i am going to spend sometime trying to find this kitten a home before the wife falls in love with her and starts giving me "that look". I feel really bad about it though because she keeps crying and since she has been fed i can only guess that its her mum that she wants and now that i am going to attempt to find a home for her, she won't get returned to her mum who seems to have abandoned her anyway. It seems like a really crappy start to the world for the little baby and if some wanking human had never abandoned the kittens mother then more than likely i would not be sitting here feeling like shit because i am listening to a kitten that will_not_stop_crying.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
And now we have the extremely SEXY stockings that they make you wear to stop you from get a blood clot as you lie in bed. . .bruises that were left on my arm from EV-AL people trying to get a line in. . .my scars a few days afterwards and just cause I can Our Babies, Albus (the little Bunbun) and Monkey (The Guinea Pig - my Little Man) sleeping on me just after we got Albus. . .Unfortunately I don't have any photos of my stomach all unblemished (not recent ones anyway) and no new ones of the scars now (although they do look HEAPS better now). . .
Simon is home for good now and I'm going to go now and let you all marvel at photos. . .ok, I just can't think of anything else to write now and S is watching a DVD that I want to watch too. . .
Go to Illinois and speak English!!!
Did you know that it's illegal to speak English in Illinois? Apparently you can only speak American there. . .
It's also illegal to expectorate (you are allowed to check in a dictionary to find out what that means - we did) from a two storey building. . .
Anyway, now that we've fully proven that I am REALLY useless at this whole Blogging thing. . .Here are all of the photos that I keep promising you all. . .I'm doing this over a couple of blogs b/c there's just too many of them for just on blog. . .I'm also trying to give them to you in chronologcal order
First up we have me before the surgery, I'm clutching my teddy bear cos I'm a TEENSY bit nervous, here is also me all doped up on Morphine. . .and my wounds as they looked just after surgery. . .I barely remember these last two photos being taken as I was doing my whole "too tired to remember to breathe" thing that day. . .