We have a new kitty!

chillas and I had been talking about adopting a new cat for awhile. Well, Saturday we took the BeanSprout to PetsMart, just for a looksee. We came across this guy. Meet Max! chillas fell in love immediatly. So we decided to bring him home. And he already fits right in with our goofy little family. He and Twitch are already playing with each other. Smokey, however, hisses at him, but he gives it right back to her. I think they'll all be alright in the end.

He was adopted from one of the local no kill shelters. He had been rescued from a kill shelter at about 6 weeks old, and was put into a foster home. He's now 5 months old, and has the same birthday as our other cats! It must be ment to be.

I'm engaged!

That's right, I'm engaged! My sweetheart, chillas, proposed to me on Saturday. It was so sweet. We were sitting on the couch, cuddled up with our kitty cat in our lap, and he said "Honey, can I ask you a question?" And I thought "oh dear." But he pulled out the ring and said "Will you marry me?" Of course I said yes. :) I love this man more than anything.

I'm so happy! We've talked about getting married, just kind of in passing, but this was the real deal. The ring is beautiful, of course. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/sunflowerblue29/ring.jpg

We told my dad the other night, and told chillas' family last night. They are all so happy for us.

I'm on cloud nine.

Who needs "friends" when you've got enemies?

At least, that was the title of the blog I read this morning. (Well, she spelled it enamies, but you get the point.) My abusive ex husband's wife contacted me recently. Needless to say, it upset me greatly. I mean, who wouldn't it upset? I have spent the last 8 years of my life trying to forget that pathetic asshole and what he did to me. It was the worst mistake of my life...the worst two years of my life. The best thing I ever did was leave the man. (Yes, I left him. The only smart thing I did in that relationship.) So I basically told her off, and for both of them to get the hell out of my life.

Just out of pure curiosity I revisited her myspace page today, and found her blog. She writes how they were just trying to wish me well, and that she can't believe the response she got. That her husband would never do anything I said he did, and that I'm a pathalogical lier. Really? Did she ask him about the time he screamed at me and threatened to hit me, in front of other people? Did he tell her about the time he cheated on me with my "friend" Michelle, and then ran away to Missouri like a coward? How I was told I had to quit my job at the motorcycle shop because he was certain I was cheating on him with half the staff. The time he came into play rehearsal, and yelled at me in front of everyone. How I lost jobs in the theatre because he wouldn't let me go to play practice alone, and I got the rep of that girl with the crappy husband. I couldn't even wear a slinky costume. And he had a fit when I couldn't wear my wedding band on stage! (Hello, the character was single...duh.) How we didn't spend either one of our anniversaries together because we were fighting and seperated. How my own father told me "You can still back out you know", right before he walked me down the aisle at our wedding. (Everyone knew, except me, that I was making a huge mistake. I should have listened to them.) Or how about the time he followed me to the theatre I was at, and begged me to come back to him, complete with the gas station rose he bought? Or the letter he sent me that Christmas, after we'd already been divorced, begging me to go out with him for New Years?

I could go on, but I won't.

So, Deedle, if you're reading this, guess we both have different sides to the story. I still feel sorry for you. I know what he did to me, and I'm greatful he doesn't do those things to you. You're the lucky one. He could be wonderful now, I don't know, and I don't care. Just stay the hell out of my life, both of you. I'm happy now, and I'm going to stay that way.

ETA: She just tried to contact me again through MySpace. For God's sake, child, give it a rest. *rolls eyes* Pathetic.

It's official...I'm a Buckeye now!

Yup, that's right. I'm really an Ohioan now. I'm so happy to be here. Getting here was a bit of an adventure though.

First of all, half of my belongings, including my furniture, are still at my ex boyfriend's house. I don't have a truck, or anything like that, so I couldn't take the stuff to my apartment. So my friend was supposed to help me with her truck. We talked about it for weeks, got the day off and all that. The day before we're supposed to move all the stuff I try calling her. No answer. I try later. No answer. Again, later, and no answer. I must have called her six times, and not once did she pick up. Naturally, she didn't show up the next day, so I stuffed as many boxes into my car as I could, and went down to Ohio anyway. She called me later that afternoon to tell me that the "reason" she didn't come help me move was because her dad took the truck. Never mind that he knew we needed it on this day for over a month. That's her excuse, but I'm guessing she simply copped out on me. At any rate, that means my furniture is still at the ex-bf's place. Thankfully, he doesn't mind holding on to it for me, since we're still on pretty good terms.

A couple of weeks later, egan was down for a visit, and I sent him home with even more boxes. I spent the next week going crazy, trying to box everything else up, and praying it would all fit into two little cars.

Egan and I had a fun weekend taking my son to the zoo on Saturday, but on Sunday we spent it packing, packing and packing. He originally was going to leave on Sunday, and I was going to follow on Monday. But he decided not to, and so we spent the evening watching Wallace and Gromit, Curse of the Wererabbit outside, with our friends Mr and Mrs hi-c. Then, eeek! it was Monday, moving day.

We ran around like scared bunnies, making sure everything was packed. Then we very carefully stuffed everything into the two cars. Last to go were the guinea pig and the two cats. The pig and Twitch went into egan's car, while Smokey went into mine. And we're off!

It was, unfortunatly, a very hot day, and I don't have a/c in my car. So about an hour into the trip, Smokey was just suffereing. So I called egan on his cel and asked him to put her in his car. We pulled over and in she went. So now he's stuck with two mewing cats, and I'm all alone. The rest of the trip went pretty uneventfully from there.

We finally got in and brought the cats and pig up into the apartment. Then we collapsed from exhaustion. Over the next two days we unloaded what was left in the cars, and got all the boxes upstairs and stacked them up in the dining room. The kitties settled right into their new home. Smokey found a place on the back of the love seat, and Twitch just roamed all over, finally deciding he likes it under the bed. They both like having a porch to hang out on though.

It's been about two weeks, and I feel like I'm finally settled in. This is our place now. I start work back up on Thursday, and I'm really nervous, but greatful that I have a job. All in all, it's been wonderful moving down here, and I'm proud to be a Buckeye at last.

My animals

I feel like sharing pictures of my animals with you. This is my cat, Twitch. He's a big sweetie. I adopted him last year after my kitty, Sammy, passed away. He's six years old, and the biggest lover cat I've ever known. He's also the most mellow cat I've ever met. You could do almost anything to him, and he just doesn't care. Don't ask me where he got his name though; he came named that way. He does do a psycho kitty thing from time to time, so maybe that's where it came from. I really have no idea.

This is my kitty, Smokey. I've had her for ten years now. I adopted her when she was just a tiny little kitten. She's a good kitty, although she can be a pain sometimes. But I love her dearly. She's very picky about who she likes, being a Siamese, but she really has me as her human. She got her name when she was a baby, and looked like a little puff of smoke.

And to round out our little animal family is my guinea pig, Tottie. She's named after Lady Tottington from Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Wererabbit. I bought her a couple of months ago for my son. She's his guinea pig, even if I do take care of her for him. She's not as loving as a cat, but she doesn't mind being held or petted, once you catch her that is. And she'll devour lettuce like there's no tomorow. Don't mind the red eye thing...that's just her Terminator impersonation.

So there's my animals. Hope you enjoyed seeing my furry family!

I've got a job!

Well, of course I have a job now. I ment I have one waiting for me. I will definatly be moving to the bf's place, but I was worried about the job transfer. I talked to the assistant manager last night, and I'm in! All I have to do now is fill out the transfer paperwork and I'm all set. SQUEE!!!

I can't believe it's been a year

A year ago this month I lost one of my best friends, my kitty cat, Sammy. Here he is:

He was only 9 years old, but I had to have him put down because he was suffering from heart failure. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done.

Sammy was the first cat I ever got that was 100% mine. When I got married and moved out of my parent's house, I left all the kitties behind, because they had been with my folks for so long. Naturally, having cats my whole life, I was very lonely without a kitty in the house. So a week later I went looking for a cat.

I hit the local PetsMart because they usually have animals for adoption. The first cat I saw that I thought I'd like was a little tiger striped cat, but he was already adopted, so I kept looking. And there, in a bottom cage, was a brother and sister pair of black and white cats. She had already been adopted, but the boy still needed a home. I fell in love with him right away. (I've always liked black and white cats.) So I purchased all the neccesities you need for a kitty, payed the adoption fee, and brought Sammy home. On the drive home I decided to call him Sam, for the character Sam played by Scott Backula on Quantum Leap.

Sammy and I went through so much together. Moving so many times I lost count, a divorce, getting remarried and moving from California to Michigan, moving around Michigan, a baby, and another divorce. Through it all, he remained my buddy and my companion. He was very picky about who he liked, but once he liked you, you had a friend for life. My (now) BF even got to meet him about a month before he passed away.

When he got sick, I was devistated. I took him to the vet who told me he had heart failure. So I had to make the decision to have him put down. I wasn't about to let my best friend suffer in pain for who knew how many more days. So I held him while the vet gave him the injection, and cried my eyes out the whole time. Once he was gone, I didn't want to let him go. I couldn't believe my Sammykat was gone. But the vet was very kind and burried him under a tree in their animal memory yard. So I know he was taken care of.

He was my little angel, and I will never forget him. I hope to get a tattoo of him soon, that looks a little like this: http://www.almostabstract.freeuk.com/Originals/OriginalsSL/Pasl169.jpg, which looks very much like Sammy, with his birth month and year and death date on it. It will be my tribute to my dearest cat.

I have had many cats in my life, but none of them will ever take Sammy's place. I miss you buddy. And I hope to see you again some day. I love you.