Did anyone notice the quote at the bottom of yesterday’s entry from 1999? If you hadn’t noticed, what it said was Fred and I came to an agreement last night. The end of March, I’m going off the birth control, and we’re going to start trying to get pregnant.
Boyyyyyyy, did times change. I don’t remember exactly when we decided we didn’t want to have another kid – I assume at some point before he had his vasectomy in 2005 – but every now and then I turn to him and say “We could have a ten year-old right now!” and we both shudder at the thought. No offense to those of you with 10 year-olds, of course, I think your 10 year-olds are probably pretty awesome, that’s a pretty fun age, it’s a couple of years before they hit their Stage of Stupidity but they’re able to do stuff for themselves, and I’m sure if we had our own 10 year-old, we’d love it and hug it and make it scoop the litter box every day (shit, I just now thought of that. WHY did we not have another kid, damnit?! I’d have years of free child labor!), but all in all we’re pretty glad we don’t have a 10 year-old.
A few weeks ago, I had a dream that I was pregnant. It was a surprise pregnancy, and in the dream I was freaking OUT. When I woke up, I had a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach and I was EXTREMELY unhappy and I was thinking “What the fucking fuck hell fucking shit fucking damn am I going to do NOW? I don’t want a kid, our lives were going so well, whyyyyyyyyyy whyyyyyyyyy whyyyyyy?” It must have taken two or three minutes before my mind cleared and I thought “If I were pregnant, that’d be a pretty good trick”, given Fred’s vasectomy in 2005 and my hysterectomy in February.
Talk about your rush of relief!
I didn’t see the plastic surgeon yesterday, after all. Just about every school in this area was either canceled or let out early, and I decided I didn’t particularly want to drive to South Huntsville and end up sliding off the road in the pursuit of perky boobs. I called and rescheduled, and will be seeing him for real on December 29th.
My boobs and I can hardly wait.
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
What I love about this picture is the chicken in the background, all “Dude, you wanna move?”
I took cookies out to the pigs the other night, and THIS BASTARD chomped down on my finger. IT HURT A LOT. Fucking pig.
“You gotta move faster than that to escape the Chomping Jaws of a Hungry Pig, lady.”
Roosters are so damn pretty.
What I love about this picture is how it looks like George only has that one tooth on the top. (I swear, he’s got a full mouthful.)
“George is not a toothless hick, lady. George takes CARE of his teeth.”
“Hmmm.”
“What’s she DOING out there?”
“I’m doing YOUR job, George. I’m running off potential threats to the flock!”
That helicopter did NOT come any closer, believe you me!
::proud::
“Nothin’ gets hold of MY flock!”
Hello, gorgeous.
So, earlier this week I took the rug that was in the foster room, and I dragged it out to the garbage. And I replaced it with interlocking heavy-duty foam flooring. Because while it’s nice to have a rug in that room, it’s also really difficult to clean – also, not particularly easy to see little droplets of poop – and I got to the point where I would look at that rug and even though it had just been vacuumed and appeared to be clean, I felt like I could just SEE it crawling with germs.
The foam tiles can be vacuumed and cleaned, and won’t absorb the fluid you clean it with.
I’m a little concerned that the kittens’ claws will do some damage to them, but so far that hasn’t happened. So far, so good!
My only gripe is that the green is a bit brighter than I expected. I wanted the blue, but the blue was backordered, so I opted for the green instead.
The kittens don’t seem to mind.
Bobby believes in clean toes.
::thlurrrp::
::chomp::
Rhyme does not appreciate this cold weather nonsense.
Reacher prefers to stay warm inside with Tommy.
Newt in the sun. “Whatchoo want, lady? Let Newtie sleep. Newtie was out all night huntin’ mice. Newtles needs his snoozin’ time. You go away now.”
Previously
2009: That boy can BOUNCE.
2008: Hey, look! Cute cat pictures!
2007: I wonder why I wouldn’t want to take “an active role” in picking the rooster, given that I wanted it SO VERY MUCH.
2006: No entry.
2005: You know what I really fucking hate?
2004: I guess it really does pay to be in the right place at the right time, eh?
2003: No one cries alone when I’m around, I always say.
2002: Next week will be a lovely roller coaster ride of stressed-out PMS hormones gone wild.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: Have I mentioned that I sleep in the nude?
We have interlocking foam tiles in our kitten room and they are GREAT. If yours are green all the way through, you won’t be able to see the claw marks, but if they’re green on top of white, you may be sad in a few months. We started off with tiles that were white with a wood-looking pattern stamped on the top and eventually, they were destroyed. We replaced them with gray all the way through (like what you would find in a gym) and they seem to be holding up well. The kittens do like to claw them. They are great for easy clean-up.
Martha, I’m 99% sure that I got the idea from when you guys put your foam tiles down in your kitten room several months ago – it just took me a while to implement the idea.
The tiles are green all the way through, so hopefully it’ll look pretty decent in there even once they start scratching them up!
I really like the green – it is bright – it reminds me of daycare. And I love that your first thoughts on your surprise pregnancy was OMG WTF instead of, Oh Sh*t how am I gonna explain this to my husband?! hee
Ha – no kidding! Never even occurred to me that I’d have some ‘splainin to do!
I did notice the entry from 1999!!! And started to read all the entries back then : ) I’ve had those moments too…but we are in the same boat as you and Fred…pretty much physically impossible!~!~
Going to get Gracie today…she’s better and shot full antibiotics and fluids; they want me to give her subcutaneous fluids every other day…should be fun to learn how to do that…NOT!!
On top of the expenses just racked up, we still don’t know what is going on with the sneezing…that will be an expense for after Christmas.
I’ll shout at you later…have a good day : )
I also read the entry from 1999, then like Suzanne, started to read the back entries. I have been reading for years and years, but it is nice to go back and visit the bitchypoo of yesteryear!
Chubby sleepy Newtles is a sweet guy.
Parallel universe: In the February issue of Cat Fancy, there is a brief article with Christopher Knight about how he loves cats!!
I got my Christmas postcard the other day. Thanks. : )
“I took cookies out to the pigs the other night, and THIS BASTARD chomped down on my finger. IT HURT A LOT.”
Little does he know that you will be chomping on him in a few months.
The green floor tiles make a good background for the kitten photos.
Robyn,
George and Gracie are so beautiful! I was looking at a bunch of their pictures. Have you made a movie clip of them lately? I’d love to hear their “voices!”
Best wishes to all of our @ Crooked Acres now and in 2011!
Robyn,
I want to get a holiday postcard, but when I mentioned it to my parents (I live at home), they wouldn’t let me give you my address. After Christmas, can you post the picture from the postcard on here? I’m really curious to see it.
Best,
Anon
Anon, I’ll be posting it on Christmas day, don’t worry – I could hardly keep that kind of cute to myself.
Oh goody! Thank you so much.
I was worried I would miss out if I didn’t get a postcard!
When I was a little kid I had an old Aunt with a missing thumb. The reason? It had been bitten OFF by a pig. Better be careful…them pigs are dangerous .
Also LOVE the green tiles. I wish I could get some in Denmark.
Remember a few years back on April 1 you posted that ultrasound with twins? Now THAT shit was hysterical!
I love my postcard. It was one of the first to go up on the display string.