Saving Kittehs

So did you guys see this article on WRAL? Personally, I think it's awesome that he decided to leave his hard earned money to kitties. If people would be more responsible with their animals we wouldn't need cat rescue organizations, but since we have them, it's awesome to know someone is generously donating to help those groups. What really kills me are all of the comments on this article. One person commented that, he "...obviously had 'issues' that affected his judgment...". And sadly, a lot of people agreed. Another said, "Pets are like cheap watches. They only last a small part of your life. And when they die, you throw it away and get another one." I totally disagree with that...they're members of the family, and should be treated as such. They are not some material object. There were plenty of comments that supported his decision, and also some that said while they didn't agree, it was his decision to make, and he could spend his money however he wanted. I was also annoyed by the people that said if you did agree, what a sad and lonely life you must live choosing animals over people. I agree with the posters that said that loving animals and loving people are not mutually exclusive.

BEST GAME EVER

Tonight was seriously my best soccer game ever. I was really nervous about playing. Monday was my first outdoor game, and I was on the field the entire time. Today my legs were really feeling it. I'm currently the only girl on the indoor team, which means I'm on the field the whole time or we play a man down while I take a break. I figured, no way, I'm tough, I can stick it out. Apparently I was so tired prior to the game starting that I failed to remember I'm a chubby old lady! Anyways, I call it my best game ever because guess who scored TWO goals? Yep! That'd be me!!! What's really funny to me is I can't really remember them to tell you the details. I do remember after the first one went in I threw my arms up and screamed, "YES!". I told my teammate I was so happy I considered the game a win in my book, even though that goal only broke up their shutout to make the score 2-1. I couldn't believe it...I kicked the ball and it went in! I cannot even put into words how good it felt to score that goal. And then, a little later, it happened again! Absolutely remarkable I tell ya! It wasn't just scoring that made the game so awesome for me, I felt like I was more aggressive, even though my poor legs were spent. I did have another shot that missed the goal, but man did it have some oomph behind it. It made such a boom when it hit the wall it startled me. And I even had another shot (if you want to call it that) that was too high. Me! Shooting to high! It's crazy!

Lazy Lady

I wonder if that lady was giving me a nasty look because she heard me call her lazy for not walking down two flights of stairs. Look nasty all you want lady, that's why my ass is no wear near as big as yours.

Walk Pics

A solar trash compactor:

A train going over a bridge:

A pretty butterfly:

The back of a speed limit sign:

Play?

Last night I went and watched BGF's outdoor soccer game by myself. I went up into the stands and sat with the mother of the girl that plays on and organized the team. Girl's mom asked me if how I knew one of the players (ok really she asked me if I was his wife...hahahhahaha nope), so I explained that BGF and I met through work, and then that he and I and my supposed hubby all play indoor soccer together. Girl's Mom then asked why I wasn't playing outdoor. I explained BGF's reasoning (the big field, slow me) and Girl's mom said what I've heard quite a few times...isn't something better than nothing. I tried to change the subject, but it came up a few more times. It also came up after the game ended, when the mother suggested to Girl that I be asked to play. Girl looked at BGF in shock - it's not like he hasn't been aware of the problem of having no female subs and well shit, not even enough to play full strength!

Anyways, he shot me a look and quietly said, "I'm just trying to protect your feelings." My angry response? "Fuck you." Now that wasn't very nice of me, I know. So I didn't get an explanation of that until today. He's worried that I'll go out there, not do well, and give up. But maybe if I work on things in my own time I'd improve, and then when I did get to play I'd have more fun. The argument was even presented to him that how discouraging must it be for me not to even get the chance. And it is...it's nice to know that having nothing is better than having me.

Got A Raise!

Doesn't that sound so exciting?! Yeah, it's not true...no raise for me. Not that I haven't been a exemplary employee - we're broke, no one's getting raises. But, I do have good news that's almost like a mini-raise. Starting at the beginning of next month I won't have to nearly as much for parking!! I'm going from $95 to $25! Holy crap...an extra $70 a month...that's $840 a year! I know it's not a lot, but hell yeah! I'll take it!

Worst Weekend

Even with this weekend being a 3-day weekend, it sure was shitty. The news about Sable was really out of the blue. I knew Sable was going in on Friday for x-rays, and when I called my mom for updates that afternoon on my ride home from work, she wouldn't even talk to me because she was crying and didn't want me to cry while I was in the car. We had planned on golfing, so when I got to the course I called her and demanded to know what was up. I asked her if Sable would ever come home, and her answer was, "I don't know". So there went Friday.

On Saturday I bummed around waiting to hear from my mom, and then call came around 1:00 - Sable was gone. Wow...ok. There went Saturday. And most of Sunday. Every time I thought about her my heart just sank. I'd hit a moment where I'd wonder to myself why I was feeling so down, and then I'd remember and it would hurt all over.

I think my feelings about her magnified what happened last night. At one point GuyRoommate and I were sitting on the sectional downstairs and he commented that we were surrounded my kitties. My Marco was cuddled up with me, one of his kitties was stretched out on the lounge, and Grace (GirlRoommate's kitty) was sleeping next to him. It hit me then that we were short one kitty. Swats was no where to be seen. Oh well, it's a big house and there are plenty of places to hide. A few hours later as I was making my way upstairs to go to bed, I decided to peek around to see if I noticed Swats. Nope, no kitty. I went back downstairs and mentioned to GuyRoommate that the kitty was no where to be seen, so he suggested a few places to look. Nope, no kitty. The only place I hadn't looked was his bedroom, so he checked. Nope, no kitty. We looked all over the house. Nope, no kitty. None of our kitties are outdoor kitties, unless you count chilling on the second story deck. Even then, Swats only wants to be there if the door is left open and you're out there with her. GuyRoommate had been grilling out there, so I looked. Nope, no kitty. Not accidently locked in the garage either. He kept assuring me that she's gotten out before, but she's such a scaredy-cat that she never goes far. Oh yeah, then where is she?

At about 2:00 am GuyRoommate opens my bedroom door holding a purring Swats. She had been outside, somehow eluding us as we called her. At one point he decided to open the door to the garage again, and he saw her, sitting out in the driveway, next to my car. It's a good thing he told me, or I would have never gone to sleep. He guesses she was out awhile...he offered her a treat and she nearly took his finger off while gobbling it down. He set her next to the food bowl and she started munching away.

I have no idea when she disappeared. Sunday we were in and out of the house going into the garage, and the big garage door was open the whole time. Monday, in and out just a few times. I can't believe it took me so long to notice she was gone...she's a noisy cat. She'll stand in front of you while you're chilling on the couch and she'll meow and meow at you to lean over and pet her. She's a lil chatterbox.

What else made this weekend blow...shopping for clothes to fit my goofy shape is not fun. I haven't been feeling well. I'm not sure if it's allergies, sinus crap, or what. I do know when my head hurts so bad from the pressure that my teeth start to hurt I am not a happy person!