We Got a New Kitty!

I absolutely HAD to make time to write about our new kitty cat that we adopted yesterday.

As some people know, Luna, our old-craggly-adorable 13-year-old Alpha cat isn't in the best of health. She has a heart murmur, infected teeth, and kidney disease. We changed her food and are going to treat her gums...but she's a rickety little hissing machine.

Jack, our 5-year-old red Tabby angel, really needs a playmate. He has a ton of energy and Luna has made it clear that she's not an appropriate outlet for it.

So despite the fact that Luna is horrendous to Jack, and is selectively nice to him (mostly when she wants him to clean her), he'll de devastated when she passes away. Ok, so we'll all be devastated when she passes away.

Which is where Tiger comes in. I saw him online on the Humane Society's site and thought he was kind of cute. The boyfriend and I went to see him and within 10 minutes had decided he HAD to come home with us. We didn't have time to complete the adoption that night, so we were there waiting when the doors opened the next day.

He's a year old, and looks like he could be Jack's younger brother (red Tabby - pictures soon). He has the sweetest personality, and I can't wait until we can integrate him (he has to be separate for a week to make sure he's not sick).

It's funny, I never thought I'd get an animal with a partner, and someone asked me at work, "What happens if you guys break up? Who gets the cat?". I honesly hadn't thought about it because I'm sure we won't break up and we won't have to deal with that issue (although the adoption WAS in my name :)). It just felt like we were expanding our little family.

As a side note: During this process, I felt that by adopting another kitty, is would almost guarantee that Luna would be around another 5 or 6 years...just to spite us!

Skipping Stones

I went camping over the weekend and really enjoyed being outside. For some reason, I tend to feel like I'm not good at anything. From the very tiniest of tasks, to tremendous undertakings...I need to succeed at it before I'm really sure that I'm capable of doing it (I will mention, however, that I tend to complete tasks to a certain degree of satisfaction).

This perceived inability applies to skipping rocks.

The boyfriend and I went hiking with K and G (and their dogs...S and O). We got to an expanse of beautiful water. It was still and glassy. Can anyone skip rocks?

"Hmmm, I think I tried as a kid...but I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it."

I began collecting suitably flat rocks for the boyfriend to skip...he could do it. I decided to give it a shot. The first one...not so much. It was more of a splash than a light, graceful skip.

I tried again, this time with a rock that the boyfriend chose. Beautiful. Blip, blip, blip...it sailed across the water, eventually cutting through the still surface and finding a resting spot on the pond floor. Holy crap!

I must find another rock, must find another rock, another rock, rock, rock, rock!

I dug around and found a few more, and skipped it again. This time I heard the sound of a camera shutter. K giggled and proclaims he's taken an amazing action shot of me skipping a rock. I look, "Wow, I look really athletic in this picture! My form looks way better than I thought it would!".

I throw again, splash. Again, splash. I'd obviously worn out my skipping arm, so I began picking up large, heavy rocks and launching them into the serene oasis. Honestly, hurling those rocks turned out to be just as fun.

That's Pickle to the left...me, moving ominously towards the camera (funny, I didn't even notice there was a camera there). 

That's me just going out and lighting my poi. The fire always seems kind of big to me until it starts moving. That's Pickle to the left. 

Me and fire at Schlafly 

I do still spin fire...I just haven't had any cool pics to prove it. This was at a performance at the Schlafly Brewery for an art festival. You can't really see me...just the fire...but that's all that counts, right? 

Hello Again...

I haven't posted in a while and I got a rather pushy request (you know who you are...I'll deal with you tomorrow night). I've had some sort of sinus-sore throat-achy-can't quite fight it off type of thing and looking at a computer when I have to at work has been about all I could muster. I still feel run down, but it's much better than what I had all weekend...I stayed in almost the entire time.

I got my Mp3 player and I love it! I only have about 1500 songs on it so far, but there's so much music that I never knew I had. I bring it to work and hit shuffle and keep reconnecting with music from way back whenever (I have almost every CD I've ever bought. Like books, my CDs are like children...I can't bear to give them up just because I'm tired of them or they don't interest me anymore). I found speakers for them that kick ass! They're Creative Travelsound speakers and are 6"/3"/2", foldable, and fit in my purse. There's a setting to make the speakers sound farther apart, and I can use either batteries or a cord. So I feel I made the correct decision...I certainly aganoized enough about it! I even found my old camera case in the basement (the story of digging out the basement will be for another time). The speakers and player could not fit better...like it was meant to be.

I'll write later when I wake up a bit and have more interesting things to say. I feel pretty groggy and am kind of focused on an STD training that I'm planning for the agency...woohooo...I can never hear enough about infectious diseases!