Rhymes With Orange

soon, I promise

kate will post again soon, i promise.

Until then, enjoy some pictures she updated in the albums... and enjoy me messing around with this post... WEEEE!!!! partay time!

What to talk about.. well.. I need to mention everything in the tags I added so...

Anger: I'm not angry right now

Annie: Hi Annie, i'm sure you'll read this

Bethy: Howdi Beth

Blondness: i'm not blonde...

Books: read any good ones lately? Share them in a reply. I'm fond of Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, chronicals of narnia and dave berry books

caspian: he's doing much better now, we had a major scare with him, but he's recovering nicely.

Chloe: I never noticed both of their names started with C... and here we thought C was for cookie... NO COOKIE FOR JOO

Daily: Hello.. at the tone the time will be 11:40pm on Sunday August 26th.. BEEP

Depression: sucks, nuff said

Family: hi everyone! I dont steal her blog often enough... love ya'll.

Goodbyes: Not yet, still have many tags to go...

Google search: search for my name... youll find some CEO's of coporations and stuff.. interesting.... What are some of the cool stuff that people the share your names have done?

happiness: opposite of depression. Much better and happier for all!

House: it's still standing. We need to repaint it soon...

Japan: it's a country.. we live here. hi Japan! and Hi Yoko Ono!

MSN Search: Did she ever post about google and msn searches? one has to wonder.. reply below.

Mike: Thats me!

Music: Itunes is great...

PMS: Never had it. explian below if you're a male and have had PMS.

Pictures: Weee... kate likes pictures

Piper: God bless her...

Quotes: I wonder what quotes will come from this post...

Random Stuff: i think this post covers this topic itself.

Romeo: poor guy, he was very cute and loveable.. if only he wouldn't have been so scared =/

Sadness: I'm kinda sad after talking about the pippa and romeo... meh..

Television: We'll be glad to watch actual TV... not AFN.. AFn is ok, but i'll be nice to pick whatever we want to watch, not what they want!

travel: Louisiana is next on the travel list

Worries: I worry about many things. Post what you worry about. We can talk about it...

yarn Stuff: I dont have any yarn stuff except the sweater she made me. She should make more stuff for me! I want toe warmers!

permalink: I dont think this is actually a topic, but I dont feel done with this post quite yet...

comments: I expect alot of comments! Now post! Comment away!!!!!

Oh, and thanks for all the birthday comments and replies! If anyone sent me anything personally, i'll get back to you soon! I promise. been busy, very very busy....

I hope ya'll enjoy the post!

-Mike

All for a jar of pizza sauce.

While at the grocery store yesterday, something happened that's still bothering me.

I walked into the store yesterday just in time to see the lady who check's IDs politely trying to get the attention of someone who forgot to show his ID. Another customer gave her a hand by yelling, "Hey buddy! Where's your damn ID?" Such a gentleman. I didn't think much of it and went on my way looking for basil.

After a few minutes, I crossed paths with Rude Guy. His wife and I sort of bumped into each other. I apologized and said excuse me. We exchanged quick, amused smiles and all was forgiven. But as I walked past her husband, he glared at me like I was cockroach and said, "Nice." Like I had just shoved an old lady out of my way while running through the isle screaming obscenities.

I know this guy is a jerk (I can think of a few other things to call him, but they wouldn't be very Christian of me to say), but for some reason it still bothers me. I keep replaying the whole situation in my head. How could he have known in the few seconds he saw me how to jab me in one of my sore spots? Do I read that much like a book? Or is he just talented like that?

I suppose I'm reading too much into this. Or maybe I'm acting just like him, only in a different light. Nobody bumped into my husband, but they did poke one of my insecurities. Maybe I'm just still thinking about it because I'm irritated for not having a comeback ready.

Nice Kate. Nice.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I found this crawling on my neighbor's door.

I'm fairly sure it wanted to eat Piper. Or possibly my neighbor's child.

I swear it was the size of my palm, and Kali will totally back me on this one. I was having flash backs to the movie Lost In Space. I couldn't get any closers picture of it because it kept JUMPING. JUMPING people. JUMPING. Anorexic tarantulas should not be JUMPING.

Uh-oh

Pip hasn't been feeling well the last few days right? Well, today she decided to stop drinking water and eating. Around 2pm, I finally called the emergency vet line, and they told me to bring her in. A few hours and blood tests later revealed that our sweet little Piper has feline leukemia. It's not curable, but the diease itself won't kill her. What can kill her is the lowered immune system and susceptibility to other diseases & illnesses (It's like the cat version of AIDS. There's nothing they can do about it). The reason she was so unhappy today was it had caused her to develop a high fever and made her throat very sore, so they gave me antibiotics and aspirin for her, and she's feeling much more herself already. She's eating, drinking and rummaging through my assorted boxes.

Everything I've read says that she probably only has a few years, but her vet says that he sees cats live long, happy lives even with leukemia. Please pray for our Piper Jane. Pray for good health, pray for protection, pray for a long & happy life. Thanks guys.

Tears, fears & regretfully a Loreal at home copper highlight kit

I made a mistake. A big mistake. It's a mistake that every woman makes at one time or another. When I came back from Okinawa, I decided that I really wanted highlights in my hair, but that I wanted to have them put in right before I left so that they'd look fresh and lovely when I got home. Sounds nice right? Well, when I tried to make an appointment last week with my favorite hair dresser, she only had time for a trim, so I made the appointment and decided I would do the highlighting myself. As I write, I have random chunks of strawberry blond hair all over my head, and one partial bleach blond chunk. I also have an appointment tomorrow at another salon to have my hair dyed back to it's natural color. As far highlights are concerned, I will be spending a lot of time outside this summer with lemon juice on my hair.

Only Heart

It's days like these when I wish I could rush back home. I feel helpless to do anything. I know that they've got it all under control, but I still feel helpless. So, I'm cleaning obsessively. I've scrubbed every scrubable (Is this a word?) floor in the house with bleach. Bleached the tile in the shower. Bleached the toilet. Bleached the entry way. Bleached the bathroom sink. Vacuumed. Cleaned every possible dirty article of clothing in the house. Made beds. Washed dishes within an inch of their glazes. And probably convinced the neighbors of my insanity because of the loud music and very poor singing. I hope --for their sake-- that these next 2 years go by quickly.

Cryin' Shame

I hate it when my emotions run away with me. I wish I could make myself stop crying.