Meow Mix-up.

In July, I got the itch for a kitten. We've had two before, one died while getting fixed, and one had a grudge on daddy so she peed on everything he owned (we gave her away.) It took me a month to talk the hubby into it... and once it was ok I started looking around. I found and ad online and thought it was a great deal. A cat under six months: fixed, chipped and all shots for 100$... There's no way you could shop around enough to find a deal like that.  So, I called the lady and everything seemed all good.

The next day the whole family went out to find all the cat necessities. When I called the kitty lady back, she didn't want me to go see the cats she had. She said they were nervous, wild and not going to be good with kids.... I thought - Why wouldn't you tell me all that yesterday when I called asking about them? And why would you advertise them if you we're going to give them away? She even told me to go to a pet store. I was flabbergasted.

 I had to look around again. All the other kittens I was interested in online were taken now. I decided to go into a pet store with a kitty rescue "store" inside, with the family. There he was, a lean mean fighting machine... no, I'm joking. He was a sleeping brown tabby, just what I was looking for. His name was Doran...  doesn't exactly roll off the tong. He had great markings,  playing with William and comfy in my arms... but who wouldn't be with two giant pillows to smush up against. I gave my hubby the thumbs up...  forked over some dough ( it's for charity right?), and brought mister kitten home.
In the car we threw around some new names for our new family member, but nothing stuck. Once home, we let kitty out of the carrier and all of a sudden William shouts " Hey- wheres Ben my kitty?" What? Ben? That's an awesome name! And that's what we named him.

Ben is awesome; except for his 4 a.m. play times. He's super cuddly, very playful, he lets the kids do whatever to him, does his business in his litter box, and I catch him licking the dogs legs once and a while. We're all very happy with him... He wont be with me when I get him "catrated" in 2 weeks.
It's funny how things work out. 

P.s. Keep your nervous and wild kitty you silly cat lady.. we love Ben.

Every day you change, every year you grow wiser.

Someone said, while watching Sunday night TV, that every ten years you are a different person.

I was naive and 17 a decade ago. One year left of high school, and never been kissed (which lasted until about 2 weeks shy of graduation- Loser). A year later, I entered college for a career that looked like a good idea at the time. I lost some weight, and gained it back. I made a few friends ( and enemies) and graduated 3 years later. I met my husband on graduation night. A year later we were married, and had our first child a year and one week after that. We had our daughter 3 months last September... and now I am 27.

Over the past ten years, I have absolutely changed. There is no doubt. I followed my career path, however it got rough towards the end... Turns out my high school career selection wasn't the best long term choice after all. I am at home now, raising my kids and trying to keep busy with things I love to do. I am thinking about going back to school, too bad I can't make up my mind on what would be the best choice for me. Those friends I made in college, I have lost contact with most of them. As for my enemies, I have forgiven some, and still hold grudges for others.

My husband and I have a happy little family. We own our house, a dog and a cat. And despite our debt, stubborn children and sleepless nights we have never fought. We are not perfect, and we do have some disagreements which are quickly and peacefully resolved. He has changed a lot over the past year, and our children change daily. I want another baby in a few years... And we would love to move. Two things that would bring big changes to our family.

 There are many things I need to work on, qualities I need to gain and weight I need to loose. Everyday is a step forward in both directions. There are so many things that make us who we are, your likes and dislikes, your skills and abilities, beyond what type of eggs you prefer. Every day you change, every year you grow wiser ( and perhaps a pant size larger? :( ), and yes, I too believe that every ten years you are a different person.

Time is of the Essence.

Ya, ok. So it's been about a month since I last blogged. I feel like I have no time to myself as it is, so to actually make an effort and spend a half hour sitting at a computer making a cohesive well put together post doesn't turn my crank as much as maybe giving myself a ultra-mini-mani (i.e.: painting my nails), or talking to my hard working hubby. Plus, I have learned how to be a queen of procrastination; for example, I still have pictures from last Christmas on my camera. Terrible I know. ( Which is why there are few pictures on my posts. Plus I am afraid that my almost decade old imac will explode if I upload anymore pictures onto it.)

I know how important it is to take time for yourself. But, I also know how hard it is to actually set time aside. Yes, I am a housewife, but with two kids who are at me all day for attention and affection, a sink that seems to always be heaping full of dishes, a floor that constantly needs to be vacuumed thanks to our very hairy golden retriever Sadie, and a full laundry room, by the time bed time rolls around for the kiddies, I'm ready too (plus I hate missing my Late Night with Jimmy Fallon last night re-run). I have a half-started quilt in the basement (that I would really love to continue and finish. ) my eliptical machine gathering dust, a bunch of things I want to paint, pictures that need uploading and editing, a backlog of house work, and my kitchenaid mixer begging to get used.... I better remember how to multi-task as if I were in college again.

What ever happened to my bountiful energy, clever organization, and fast and efficient multi-tasking? I must de-wrinkle my brow, dust off my shoulders and hop to it I suppose.

p.s. Sofia is taking a nap, and William is off galivanting with Daddy, so I bit the bullet. ( ya, instead of tackling the house work.)