The animals...

I really wish I was more fluent in Cat and Dog speak. I can kinda understand it (sometimes), but really wish I knew what they were saying.

I was on spring break this last week. The animals were not sure what to think. I think the first day they were ok with it, the second day, they were not that happy. Goliath usually spends his days either in my bed or Mom's. Well, If i am just sitting still, he will usually lay in the floor watching me and then, if i still haven't moved in a while, will make his way to the bed. This week, he would go to the bed only to hear me doing something so he would have to come check out what I was doing. Then he would let out this loud sigh and lay down again. Talk about subtle...

The cats were not happy I know. Boots and Sheba couldn't get into the usual trouble with me around. Boots would start to push papers off my endtable and I would thump her. She didn't have the satisfaction fo watching everything fall off. Sheba of course follows what Boots does.

Sheba is making a turn for the better. She is not as apt to run from me when I look at her. She has also been known to cuddle up with me and let me love on her. Of course, on her terms. She even sat in my lap for an hour! I was amazed. Of course, she is wearing off on Boots too. I know have 2 cats in my face when I am eating and have to fight two sets of paws out of my dinner plate. Just like a kid...If they put their feet in it, its theirs to eat. They still have nto figured out that when they do that, I end up giving it to the dog instead of them. I just know they are plotting a coup.

Rude people

I absolutely hate stupidity. It has to be one of my biggest pet peeves. I also hate rudeness. (Yeah, I know I have a lot of frustration in life). I really hate when the two are combined in a person.

My neighbors are in that catagory. They are stupid AND rude. I can't wait for either them to go or us. I have put up with about all I can take and I am having difficulty "turning the other cheek".

I have been trying to finish the painting this week. I am ALMOST done. I could have been done today, but my neighbor decided to mow the grass as I am trying to paint. It wasn't like I had just gone out there. I had actually been out there for a few hours.I was absolutely dumbfounded that he would do this...AGAIN!

We started painting the outside of the house last year. We have had to work around paramedic school, rotations, work, weather, and the neighbor.

This is not the first time he has done this. I can name several occasions that he went out to do this while we were painting. He also does this when I am grilling.

Lord...hold my tongue.

Spring Break!

This week is spring break from school. I am so excited to not have to go to statistics for a week. I already have a "honey-do" list going. (I am still looking for a "honey" to "do", but no such luck yet!) I am hoping the weater will be nice all week, because my major things to get done are outside jobs. I want to finish up the painting. I am truly almost done! I also want to get the pond in. I think those two jobs will take 3 or 4 days together, but I will be so much happier if those two things get done. I know Mom will be happier as well.
We shall see how much I get done....

I hate time change...

I am really not liking time change. I really don't see the point. I am trying to get used to waking up in the dark again to go to school (why did I choose an 8am class?). I am sitting here blogging as a way of killing time so I can go to bed. Yes, I realize it is 7:30. I just can't seem to make myself go to bed with it still be light outside.

The animals have seemed to have adjusted well. Goliath still wakes Mom up before the alarm, but now it is just closer to time to get up. I am so glad he goes to her and not me. 4 am is just wrong! Boots seemed to like to tell her what time it was too. They all seem to think 4am is when you eat..not when you get up to serve. I laughed when Mom would tell me about how Boots would walk on her and to get her up, she would put her paws on her face. If that didn't work, Boots would nip her nose. That always worked because you could smell her awful breath too! I laughed until she did it to me.

Friday night I went to bed. It was about 11 when Boots decided she wanted to play. Boots has finally gotten heavy enough you can feel her walking on you. (I don't know how, but they know how to put their entire weight on your tender spots too!) She walked on me and nipped my nose. Mom heard me when I yelped and came up out of bed. Boots carried what is left of the toy that Goliath ate and set it in front of me as if to play. I have to say...11pm is NOT play time.

Night ramblings

I hate when you can't seem to find the sleep you so desperately need. I am trying to get my body back to normal and I am so tired, but can't find sleep. I have even tried to read the Bible (the laws and who begat who usually puts most people to sleep). Nothing is working. I wish the brain had an on switch. You could turn it off when you needed to. Ok, so that might be a bad idea. I can see people turning it off at the wrong times. It could also be good because some people could actually turn it on in the first place...

Oh, complete side note....

In my psychology class, our teacher had an advocate come talk to us. The class is needed for the LCDC program, but since it was about stress and adjustment, I thought it would be good to take. Well, anyways, he gave us some very good information that I didn't know and wanted to pass along.

Your voice does count, but only if you use it. I am not sure if he was talking on the state level, or the national level, but if you call your congressman's office, it is the equivalent of 50 voters speaking out. If you write a letter, it is the equivalent of 100 voters. If you go and stand in the office, it is the equivalent of 500 voters! That is powerful. Your voice does count, but you have to use it. If you don't like something, you can help to change it. Let them know where you stand and they have to listen. If you got 10 people to just visit a representative's office, that is as if 5000 people are saying your same message. You won't actually talk to the representative, but their aides are there for a reason. They must report this. Imagine how your voice can make a difference if you just speakout.

God's Sense of Humor

So, I have learned that you are never safe from God's sense of humor. I had a rough day and was just in a mood all day today. I would say I got up on the wrong side of the bed, but there is only one side. Anywho...I was just generally cranky, impatient, and not humored by anything. As much as you try not to take it out on anyone, you can't really help it. I made it through the day and came home only to still be in a cranky mood. (Could have been lack of food as well. I do tend to get very cranky when I am hungry and I skipped lunch.) I was saying hi to the "kids" and trying to figure out what was for dinner. Mom suggested we eat salads first and then decide what to have for dinner (I think she couldn't handle my crankiness anymore) and so we did. I did seem to calm the savage beast a bit, but still cranky. Mom decided to do chicken and was cooking dinner so I took the opportunity to love on Sheba a bit since she was sitting in my recliner. I squated down so I was nose to nose to her. She started purring and was in hog heaven. That was until I screamed in her face. Boots decided she was not to be ignored and promptly sunk her hypodermic needle claws into my back. I took that as my gentle nudging that I needed to get over my "mood" and be a little nicer.

On another note, I have found a way to deter a cat from bad behavior (although it might backfire on you!). Last night, I had all the kids in bed with me. Sheba has been sleeping with me, even though she runs from me when I look at her at any other times...Anyways, Goliath got frustrated and moved off the bed and onto the floor. That left me and the girls. Sheba usually only attacks my feet when I move them, so I didn't think there would be a problem if I just stayed still. So, I got comfortable and settled in. A few moments later, I feel a horribly sharp object against my ankle. Boots was attack me! AGAIN! I didn;t move and she started to attack my feet. I put her on the floor and she only proceeded to jump back and attack my feet. I did this 3 times. Finally the 4th time she jumps up and attack my feet (this time drawing blood) I thumped her on the forehead. Before you yell child abuse, I didn't thump her hard, just enough to let her know I was not pleased. She looked at me with a look that I can only describe as part shock, part indignation, and part plotting revenge. The ears went back, the mouth came open and the face..that was undescribable. She did however, jump off the bed and go sleep with Mom. I think it worked, but we shall see what part of me wakes up mutilated in my sleep tonight!

What a weekend

I am not ready for the weekend to be over. We had a good day yesterday with the Dockery girls. They are so cute and so fun. We went to Harvester's yesterday, then went to a tea room for lunch. We picked them up about 9:30 and took them home about 3pm so that Mrs. Dockery would have the ability to focus on things she needed to do and not worry about the girls. It really worked out well. You never know exactly how things will work, but trusting in Him when He tells you something, things can't help but work for the good. It worked perfectly yesterday and I was so glad to be a blessing.

On another amusing note....

I will NEVER understand cats! I can understand dogs, but I really am thinking the whole purpose in cats is to confuse you. Sheba, the baby, is still very wild. She runs from me every time i even look in her direction. She has started sleeping with me. Go figure. She started only coming in when I had already fallen asleep and leave before I woke up. Then, she started coming in after I fell asleep and staying until I woke up. Last night, before I went to bed I was looking all over for her. (I have to do a head count before bed!) I couldn't find her so I went to my bedroom to put something up and there she was, laying in the middle of my bed waiting for me. She looked at me as if to say, "Where have you been? Its bedtime!" I was so flabbergasted. I almost expected her to run when i got into bed, but she curled up with me and went to sleep. Of course, she is still running from me when I act like I am going to walk towards her.

Boots is going crazy as well. She has gotten into the Red Bull. She has been racing around like a steam engine. She has taken to hopping into my recliner (while I am in it) and leaping across to the other recliner, down to the floor, back into that recliner, into mine, and back down. She does this over, and over, and over... I don't mind except she uses her claws to get a grip when she lands and for take off. her claws are like landing gear. I am really going to video her on a rampage. It is too funny not to. Who knows, maybe I could get money from Funniest Home Videos.

Well, I can't figure them out and I am giving up on it. If you have any insight, let me know!!