Caturday

No matter how hard I try, getting a good face shot never happens. My hands are always in the shot. Whenever I want to take a photo of one of the furbabies, they always look everywhere except my phone. It’s like they know…

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Alice is 10 this year. She came to us when she was teeny-tiny. I looked out my front door and there she was. Poor little thing couldn’t have been more than 2 months old if that. She was skinny, dehydrated, and looked like someone had thrown her out of a car. She had scratches all over and she was sick. I snatched her up and brought her inside. I nursed her back to health, got her spayed and vaccinated when she was well and she is one of the best cats I have ever had. She’s the oldest of the 3 that I have now…and the biggest pig.

Campfire Memories

Back when my kids were young, we used to pack up hot dogs and marshmallows and go down to our pond to build a big fire and make some memories. We talked and laughed. Dad would tell my kids some stories about when he was a kid; some of the same stories he told me as I was growing up. It’s always funny to hear about the shenanigans of your parents’ and grandparents’ youth, don’t you think?

This particular summer, I had my sister’s kids for a visit. It was after dark. We were roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, telling stories…you know, typical campfire stuff minus the singing. My niece, who was probably only 6 or 7 at the time, had to go to the bathroom and she wouldn’t go in the woods, not even if I went with her. I don’t blame her. It was scary out there in the dark! So, I walked her back to the house so she could go potty.

We didn’t even make it back to the pond. The boys were now back at the house. I don’t remember where my dad was; seems like he was back at the house. My oldest nephew, JC, had to….poop. It came on him all of a sudden. He didn’t have the sense God gave a goose back then and he dropped his pants right next to the campfire!!! I mean, right next to it! He was so close to the fire, I’m surprised he didn’t burn his butt.

The kid made such a nasty mess! He stunk to high hell and had poop all over him and his clothes. We kept asking him, why the heck didn’t you at least move out into the weeds a bit instead of going right next to the fire where we were sitting and eating? He said, “I didn’t have time!”

I have many campfire memories; including those of when I was a youngster backpacking with Dad. So, maybe I’ll have to write a series of Campfire Memories. In the meantime, here’s a post you may have missed: That Tangled Line

A Random Memory

Back when I was in high school, I must’ve been a Junior or Senior at the time, I had a most hilarious experience! I was walking in front of the student parking lot and a girl I knew from Elementary school was walking beside me. I could see that she was stoned out of her gourd but had no idea how stoned until this happened.

I won’t mention any names for obvious reasons but she and I were talking, about nothing in particular really. It was probably the same ol’ same ol’ of the average high school student. School sucks, I hate homework, that asshole boy, yadda yadda… She pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her sweater pocket, pulls out her lighter, and proceeds to try to light a cigarette. I was watching her because I was amused at the fumbling of this stoned-as-hell girl, but looking where I was going at the same time. I looked over at her just as she walked smack-dab into a telephone pole! She bounced right off that pole! I laughed so hard I thought I was going to die from laughter! My eyes watered and my belly hurt from laughing so hard. Even funnier was the fact that her cigarette was bent – not broken – and she was still trying to get it lit.

I feel bad now because I should have stopped her to check her damn face! I’m sure she must’ve had a mark from hitting that damn pole! She must’ve had a headache or a concussion, who knows.

Shame on me for laughing…but you have to admit, you’d probably laugh too!

What Was The Best Compliment You’ve Received?

When I was pregnant with my first child, an elderly woman walked up to me and said, “You look radiant, dear! I wish you all the luck in the world.” It was the only time in my life when I actually felt beautiful. I felt good about myself. I felt that for once in my life I was doing something special, worthwhile. I’m bringing new life into the world. Soon I’d have a child that I would love unconditionally, and she would love me back.

That compliment came back to me when I was carrying my second child, my son. A friend of mine told me that I looked beautiful but I didn’t feel the same about myself as I did the first time around, mostly because the ex and I were having issues and I was very stressed. I remembered the elderly woman who told me I looked radiant 3 years prior. Instantly, I felt better about myself, and my situation. Unfortunately, my little family was minus one (my ex) a few years later.