How hard is it to take a picture of a 2 year old?

It's apparently very difficult to take a picture of a 2 year old. First comes the attitude:



Which leads to anger and shoving of the camera:



I did get one fairly good shot, but I took her by surprise:



And finally she just gave up and hid her face:



Most kids I know will automatically pose every time they see a camera, so I don't know what was up with her because she is not shy. She loves me. She was just being a terrible 2 that day.

Wow, I'm really deep

I was going to write about how much I like my layout but if I use it in new Blogger I can't figure out how to put my links on it, and if I use it in classic blogger I get my links but my blog title doesn't show up, and how much it all stinks. Then I was like, whoa...is that the most important thing on my mind right now? How shallow am I to be thinking about something as trivial as a blog layout when the people in the mid-west are getting their homes destroyed by water and wind. Most of the time I'm so self absorbed I don't even know what's going on in the world. I never watch the news, I never read the newspaper...except to look for a job. I am very aware of how selfish that is, and I would very much like to fix it. I'm trying. I've started sending birthday cards to people at church which I should have been doing all along, but seriously I feel like an outsider in my own church. And hey, that's another post entirely.

I never know how to end my blogs. I feel like I start something all philosophical and end up saying yep...that about does it. I'll work on that.


Yep...that about does it.

Saying goodbye

If you have cats, and you have any kind of a heart, please get them tested and vaccinated for Feline Leukemia.

Let me tell ya why.

A few weeks ago our yellow cat started looking droopy and stopped eating so we took her to the vet where we found out she had leukemia. They gave us some medicine, told us that if she didn't get better in a week to come back and sent us home. A week later we were back at the vet to say goodbye to our little Athena because she was not getting any better. We also brought her sister Artemis in to get tested and the test came back positive but she had not started to show any signs of being sick. The vet told us the disease was just like AIDS for cats, it's very contagious and there is no cure, she would always be sick but some days would be better than others. He gave us some different medicine and sent us home, again.

So she's slowly started to eat less, sleep more, and just get sicker. And then there was today.
The end of my day was spent cleaning my sick baby cat's fur because she has no control over her bowels. Cutting and combing out poopie fur that the flies have laid eggs in because she doesn't have the energy to get up and move or even to swat her tail, and not wanting my mother to see how sick she really is. Watching her just lay there when I stuck her under the faucet to try to get the matted hair washed out, and then doing it again after I get her dried off and she messes all over the floor because the supplement we've been giving her is the only thing in her belly.

It is interesting to me how I can freak out over a paper cut or something small like that but when you are fighting to save something you love the task in front of you is the most important thing in the world. There is no grossness in cleaning, there is no anger for getting things dirty, there is only the need to make it better any way you can.

Tomorrow we will say goodbye again, this time to Artemis. It's time. I would rather do it this way than to see her waste away, and this will be the best thing to do for her.

So again I say, please please please get your cats tested and vaccinated because you do not want to go through what I did, what she did.

This wedding stuff is getting to me!

Just this month I have already been to 1 wedding shower, 1 wedding, preparing to go to another shower and 2 more weddings. Is it just me or is everybody getting married? And they're all younger than me! I was already supposed to be married and have at least 2 kids by now but do I, NO! That wears you down, man!
I think when I ever do get married I'm gonna make my bridesmaids wear something equivalent to this monstrosity, just because I can:



You know, like a theme wedding. Yeah, that's the ticket! All pastels, lace, hats, gloves, shawls, and parasols. and how do you like that.

My Day Was Bad, but the Book Club Was Better

It wasn't really that bad, but it did have it's low points. This is what I had to deal with today:

grumpy kid who I later found out has an ear infection AND a sinus infection.


Very grumpy kid who didn't want to take a nap but insisted on watching TeleTubbies...for the 3000th time. Which she didn't get to do. Although I think this was at lunch time while we were waiting on the hamburgers to get done. I don't know, after so long the episodes all just run together.


There were some happy moments though and I am grateful for them:





And at the end of the day...
It was book club night and we had some very delicious food, a very good discussion, and a very good time. The book: The Idiot Girls Action Adventure Guide. The menu: calzones (thank you both Q and J!), and PIE! (thank you Karen!) Key Lime and Strawberry something (I brought that so I have permission to not remember the name!)

When it was time to leave I volunteered with much protesting (yeah right) to take the key lime pie home. I have to admit that the strawberry pie wasn't very good so sorry Sarah Lee. I got the pie home and picked it up to get out of the car...and dropped the whole stinking thing on the ground!!! and all over myself. I almost cried. So fortunately my mother was there to document the whole thing which I now pass along to you.

I tried to catch it with my whole arm.



YUM! Gravel pie anyone?



Can you hear me now? Oh, wait let me remove the graham cracker crust! How about now?


Yeah, so in the words of my great and wise friend Quezal, that's what I get for being so dang greedy!