New Kitten

As you guys know from my other blog, I technically have two cats already named Dirty and Tutu, but they are staying with a friend for personal reasons, so I decided to adopt a kitten from the Human Society. Now, don't get me wrong, after I had to leave the other cats behind, I told myself I wasn't going to get a cat ever again because it was painful to lose the two I had for years, but my eyes fell to this little black and white thing and I couldn't resist. She called to me and pulled me in like a kid to a bucket of candy on Halloween. As soon as I stuck my fingers through the cage, she played with me and looked up at me with these big, green eyes. I knew right then I was going to adopt her whether or not other people living here wanted a kitten around because I knew I needed her and she needed me, and she was kind of a birthday present to myself. What better a gift than a little kitten?

The funny thing is: the paperwork said she was a boy. I never checked because I thought the people at the Humane Society knew what they were talking about. I do understand that it's hard to tell on kittens, but come on. Without even looking at the paperwork, I was calling her a girl because she seemed like a girl to me, and then the employee was like, "It's a boy." I felt a little disappointed because I was sure she was a girl, but I still wanted her (him), so I told the employee I wanted to adopt her.

A week later, the Humane Society sent her to the vet to get her fixed. I get this funny call early in the morning, and the receptionist is like, "I just want you to know that your kitten is a girl." I'm like, "Umm, okay," totally shocked and still trying to wake up. It made me giggle a little. Then when I went to pick her up the next day, one of the assistants yelled, "Congratulations, it's a girl!"

The poor little thing just happened to have an upper respiratory infection, ear mites, and fleas, so the vet had to give her medication on top of pain medication for her surgery. A few days after I brought her home, she started to wheeze and breath really heavy, and she couldn't breathe out of her nose at all, so I freaked out a little, (I laugh about that now) and I called the vet to ask them what I should do even though he'd only seen her a few days before. They told me to bring her in right away, and the vet was nice enough to waive the fee since he had just seen her, but I ended up buying another medication because I was still so paranoid she was going to die. Now, a few more days later, she's breathing just fine, not coughing like she was, and acting like a crazy kitten should act. She runs around and chases her tail and even smacks the dog when he's up in her business. I guess I worried for nothing and could've saved myself the trip, but she's worth it. She's too cute to lose.

I decided to name her Grimm since my birthday is a week before Halloween.

Feeling Festive

For Halloween this year, I felt like painting my nails something other than the typical black, green, or purple, so I went with orange and black with black spiders on the orange. It turned out pretty decent for my first time using nail stencils. Maybe I'll do something for Christmas this year too.

Newly Published

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Day 1 in Florida: Animals

I arrived in Florida yesterday about 5:45 pm, and I just happened to survive my first flight ever. I was a little lightheaded when we first took off, and I had a headache by the time we landed, but it was worth it to see the clouds looking all fluffly and big. It was worth it to see the ground with its tiny plots of land and streets and shiny cars that looked like nothing more than specs of glitter. The best part beside the clouds was when we finally reached Florida, and I got to see all these different sized bodies of water. I couldn't believe how much water one state could hold, but it does make sense, and all I kept picturing with each one was sharks and gators.

So when we got off the plane, claimed our luggage, and headed outside to wait for our ride, I noticed a white dove just randomly sitting in the corner watching people. I've never seen such a white dove before, and this baby was super white.

When we got to Wendy's to have a little dinner, I spotted a tiny lizard skittering under the car. It was really cute, and my first instinct was to point at it and say, "hey a lizard," and then chase after it and try to catch it, the way a kid would. Seeing it reminded me of a time when I spent the weekend at Porter beach in Indiana and saw a lizard quickly skitter away from the porch steps we were walking up. I had no idea Indiana had lizards, so I shouldn't have been shocked to see one in Florida, but I was anyways.

On the drive home, it was getting to dark out to see, but I kept my eyes on the grass on both sides of the road to make sure I didn't miss any gators. There weren't any, but I did spot a horse in a pasture with cows, and it was standing up to its knees in marshy water, drinking like there was no tomorrow. In Indiana, horses rarely have the opportunity to stand in water, and most of them are too afraid to get in water because they aren't used to it. It took a lot of coaxing when I took my pony Sparky to the park and wanted to cross the only little stream of water the park had.

Last but not least, when we reached our destination, we almost ran over a baby gator with the car because it was just sitting in the middle of the road, probably keeping warm on the blacktop. It was just small enough to fit between the tires, so it did not get hurt, but it was still quite the experience to see my first gator in the wild.

I am wondering what other creatures I might come across while being in Florida, but for now, I'll just kick back and enjoy the scenery. Day two has only just begun.

My New Friend

So I was at work, and I just happened to glance into one of the kid's washcloths bins. This little guy stuck out like a sore thumb, looking all gothic in a rainbow of washcloths. He came from a quarter machine right by the registers, and for whatever reason, the person who bought him didn't like him. He was still in his plastic case with a yellow lid, of all colors, and he hadn't even been touched. I guess finding him was just a little funny because I kept telling myself I wanted one of those stupid black and red voodoo dolls, but I didn't really want to waste 75 cents on one because I like to keep my quarters for doing laundry or spare change when I'm running low on the green stuff. And even worse, this poor little guy has already been through so much in one day. The dog got a hold of him when I was using the bathroom, and he started to unravel at the bottom. Luckily, I was able to tuck his goods back inside, but I had to rinse the dog slobber off in the sink and dry him with a paper towel. I hate to say it, but he might not survive another attack because this dog eats everything from toilet paper to shoes.

Some fun in the sun!

I have had a blast this summer. As a kid, I used to go to the beach every other weekend, but now as an adult, I am barely able to take off work to head to the beach for some fun in the sun. I have gone to the beach this summer more than I have gone in the past five years put together. Now, that's a lot!

The beach isn't a place I go to check out hot dudes with ripped abs or to bake in the sun in my bikini. It is a place I like to relax and feel comfortable, and I always end up bringing home souvenirs that most people wouldn't even think to look for while playing in the hot sand.

Do you see all those lovely rocks? They will one day be the death of me because I will literally sit in them all day, searching for indian beads and beach glass. I always end up going home with a bag full of beach goodies, but I also always end up going home with a body covered in sun burn. It's a price I'm willing to pay, though, because I love playing in the rocks and having a good old time. The first time I went, my friend and I decided to collect a bunch of big rocks and spell our names in the sand. It was pretty neat and ended up staying on the beach for the next three weeks until people eventually trampled the remains and mother nature slowly tore down our brilliant art work. The last time I went to the beach, only my friend's name remained, and it was barely legible, but I was still amazed to see something she and I had done together almost a month ago.

As for how beautiful the beach is, the sunset picture alone explains it. The way the sun bounces off the clouds and water is absolutely wonderful. It reminds me of all those times as a kid when I was taken to the beach just to watch the sun go down, just to see mother nature following her normal nighttime rituals.

There I am again, literally playing in the rocks like a little girl. I guess some things just don't change over time. --- Last but not least, it a sight just to see Chicago across the lovely Michigan Lake. At times, you can't see anything at all, but every once in a while you'll get a glimpse of the big city so small across the water. It's mesmerizing to see and totally worth the two hour drive.

Sworn to Secrecy

Hey guys! I know I don't blog enough; mostly because I have been extremely lazy. Nothing new has been going on with me. I am constantly trying to work on my books, but things get hectic sometimes, and it has been hard to focus on my own words lately. For a while there, I was working on the second book in my series Zombies Don't Throw Rocks, but right now I am working on the second book in my series Supernatural Living. The book itself is called Sworn to Secrecy, and I can't say that it will be published any time within the next month because it needs a lot of work and I haven't quite finished writing it. I am also struggling with which cover I should use for the book because I can't decide if the pink one makes the story seem like some sort of erotica involving Werewolves. I'm going to let you guys tell me which one you like more, and we'll see what's to come when the book gets closer to being finished. I like both covers, but pink is definitely not my color; the Werewolf on the front, however, fits with the story in certain aspects. Lots to think about.