Will admit, one of the first things I thought on our drive home with Sookie was that I couldn’t wait to paint her nails. Not being a stranger to giving pawdicures.
She looks good in OPI Absolutely Alice..no?
Crazy cat lady
I’m not ashamed to admit it, tho sometimes I think maybe I should be selective with how much I admit LOL
We only have 3 cats at the moment, people seem to think that is a lot and are a little surprised when I say ONLY 3. I tend to think it isn’t enough..well not right at this moment as we a dealing with the crazy that is a new puppeh. Kitteh are SOOO much easier. But, I tend to think about 4-5 is a nice number…1 cat per person. I think the most we have ever had is 9 (4 adults and a litter of meezers) back when we had a brief thought being a reg breeder would be a great idea.
In the office yesterday and co-worker was browsing Catch of the Day, and loling at the pet prams they have..telling everyone in the office to come check it out…OMG who would buy that.
Umm…I knew all too well who would buy that….
yup…me! There goes trying to act like some semblance of a normal, balanced person. In my defence, I haven’t actually taken them out for a walk in it …..yet, just made the kids do it. But we have plans to once Sookie is allowed out and about when her vaccinations are up to date.
Sookie doesn’t mind the pram, and the children don’t seem to get why we can’t take her to the shops in it. “Why not, she’s a baby..like all the other babies in prams at the shops?”. Oh my poor children, I am so sorry..I will start saving for your therapy now. It’s too late for me.
Passive agressive wifi- take 2
Funnily enough, after my last wifi message we haven’t really had a cat peeing issue. Maybe it works?!
Leaving for work yesterday, I noticed the side gate open. The gate, that can only be opened from the inside. Checked the shed and it was still locked, so just assumed the kids had left it open.
Manpet rings a few hours later, our outdoor table is gone. Our huge metal and glass table…gone.
Who the fark wanders the streets looking for outdoor furniture to steal?
Maybe we interrupted them before they had a chance to get the matching chairs. Arseholes…it must be someone nearby…how far can you get carrying a bloody table down the street?
New Babeh!
I feel kinda guilty being excited about a new puppy. It has been over 10yrs since we’ve had the joy of a puppy, so it is hard not to be. But being only a month since we lost Sasha..it feels a little wrong.
It has been unbearably empty here with out her, without any dog at all. I still haven’t been into the backyard (I don’t use the clothes line remember 
) and the yearning for a baby had become overwhelming for both of us.
So we started looking around for some breeds and breeders…just looking. We wanted something small that we could have inside always, get on with or at least not eat the kitteh and that we could take out and about in the car. We had thought a pug could be good, ticked all the boxes..and I do have an attraction to cute but ugly. I would really love a French Bulldog, or Boston Terrier…but it will take some further bribing to warm him up to a $3000 dog 
We visited a few breeders, one was down right awful, and others didn’t have what we wanted. We went to another Sunday, not expecting much.
The wife was into the pugs, and the husband.. Australian Bulldogs. While the kids and I played with the itty bitty pugs the men folk got talking and the next thing we are off to look at the bulldogs…and I guess you can see where this is going.
I think Jake was in love the moment the kennel door opened and out spilled 5 fat little puppies. Then the way he looked at me like an excited 5yr old asking can we please have one of these instead. He has really been missing Stasia, she was such a Daddy’s girl..the other meezers aren’t that into him. How could I say no?
Her name is Sookie, which must be said with a Bill Compton-ish southern accent. I really wanted the boy puppy, so I could call him Eric, tho it doesn’t seem too appropriate for a bulldog.
He rings me 3-4 times a day, to see what ‘I’ am doing..which really means what is my baby doing
Yes, lots of sleepy pics. She is a baby after all (an 8.7kg baby!). And you can’t beat that sleepy puppy smell, right? She seems to only have two speeds, full pelt crazy and sleepy.
The baby shopping is going to send me broke.
No, they are not cat scratches on her nose..yet . They are from her brothers and sister sharp little puppy teeth.
Noice-ities
Come and join Noice-ities over at That’s Noice and share what was noice in your week..
Noice…
- New baby..post to come on that
- New job..seem to be pretty good at this getting a job thing. Got another new job (FT IRL job this time) First interview and got the call the next day. And to think I tossed up applying for a few days and nearly didn’t at all. Tho I now have an issue with too many jobs, 3..well 4 if you include all my sites. Start next week, so have a few days to work something out.
- Timtam yogurt, zOMG! this shit is awesome!!1! Found it in a deli on one of our park trips, no where near home of course. Will have to visit that park again just so I can get some MOAR!
- Car is back on the road after 3 weeks thanks to my awesome manpet. Although it took 3 weeks, it saved $100′s. Holden would have charged $800+ to fix the problem that we diagnosed and fixed with the wonderful help from google and it only cost $150.
Not Noice..
- Think its a bit passive aggressive to post was I was going to..so I won’t. We’ll just stick with the noice this week
Fourteen
Fourteen years?! Has it really been THAT long?
Technically we met and started seeing each other 14yrs and a few days ago, but he didn’t officially “ask me out” until the 21st…and that is a VERY important detail when you are 16..right?
I much prefer this anniversary, the other one doesn’t seem as exciting..will never have the wow..that long factor? And a piece of paper can’t really beat being asked out by a cute guy with an awesome car ( he knows I was only in it for the car at first )
Fourteen years…I’ve spent nearly half my life with him…and he hasn’t suffocated me in my sleep and hidden my body in the chest freezer (I fit, lets not get into how I know that) if that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.
I find myself wondering often how lucky I was to find him, how random it was that our paths crossed, someone who loves my fat crazy arse for who I am..no matter what..I break.
Love isn’t finding a perfect person. It’s seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
It isn’t that hard for me, apart from his slightly scary PS3 obsession and the fact that he refuses to get my name tattooed on his arse..he is pretty damn perfect.
His parents are celebrating their 38th anniversary this week, his grandparents their 60th this year. I am not sick of him yet, so we might last a few more years
I look forward to growing old, and probably fatter with him..spending Sundays napping in the park.
No presents tho, I am keeping an I.O.U for a certain new phone that is soon to be released
I guess he is pretty noice..come share your noice-ities over here
A litle blog about me, Leigh..my siamese kitteh and family and a bunch of others stuffs
