| Your Birthdate: April 23 |
 You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem. You're good at so much - you never know what to do. Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long. You are destined for a life of travel and fun. Your strength: Your likeability Your weakness: You never feel satisfied Your power color: Bright yellow Your power symbol: Asterisk Your power month: May |
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Robbies Birthday: What it means
What my Birthday means: Sounds nothing like me!
| Your Birthdate: July 8 |
Watch out Donald Trump! You've got a head for business and money. You'll make it rich some day, even if you haven't figured out how yet. A supreme individualist, you shouldn't get stuck in a corporate job. Instead, make your own way - so that you can be the boss. Your strength: Your undying determination Your weakness: You require an opulent lifestyle Your power color: Plum Your power symbol: Dollar sign Your power month: August |
Friday, March 17, 2006
Photo Friday: Baby ME!
Wow, I never got to particpate in Photo Friday, because I do not have a digital Camera. But, this week theme of our own baby pictures was easy because they were on my desktop. Anyhow, me at 8 or 9 months in the tub.
Monday, March 06, 2006
The cutest thing!
Time to brag about the boy. Now, when he is done eating or does not want something I offer him. He looks at me and smiles and says, "No, thank you!". Can you see me melting? Almost makes up for the head banging.
Blog name change
Well my blog name has changed from 5 cats..... to 4 cats... We gave one of our cats away and it was one of my favorites. We do not normally do these kinds of things but, 2 things prompted it, the move and her best interests. We are moving to a new apartment that is much smaller and the Super thinks we have 1 dog and 1 cat. So, we decided we should give a cat away and we decided it would be Cleo. Cleo is a silver Tabby Persian. She never grew she is about 5 pounds and mostly fur. The problem is she needs to be brushed daily and is a really baby and need attention every second that she is awake. She wants to always be on you and constantly stroked. This was a hard task to accomplish before Robbie came, in an busy multi prt household but, with a baby almost impossible. The poor cat was becoming matted and lonely. So, we know from experience, that when we are away she always bonds with her sitter. So we knew she would be happy else where. We started asking around and Karen Mom's wanted her.
WARNING MIL VENT AHEAD. Karen's mom phones me last week and tells me how much she loves Cleo and would love to have her. I am about to tell her I will consider it when she says. " I just have one condition I want to have her declawed, because I do not want her to ruin my bedroom set" WTF. In my head I think, "You can't love her too much apparently you love your bedroom set more". Instead I calmly say, " I am sorry the answer is no, declawing is against my beliefs" . Then fill in MIL trying to make me feel guilty and naming nice people who have done this. I say "I have researched this and it is like an amputation, cutting of the tips on ones fingers, many vets will not do it and they can get arthritis in later life". MIL adds more guilt and I say, "Listen, I am not saying you or your sister (who just had cat declawed) are bad people, it just means a lot to me, when Karen and I were about to move in together she said she would only move in if I had my 3 cats declawed, and I said, I guess you are not moving in, of course she changed her mind(now she is against it too). Then I put Grandson on the phone to distract MIL, and it works. Karen, calls her Mom later and says "Mom, if you want a Cat why not take Princess (one of our Cats that lived with Karen before she lived with me and who her mother forced her too have declawed years ago)." Guess, what MIL does not want Princess because Princess is old, fat, cranky, with a weak bladder (personally I think they are long lost twins) because she wants something cute and little. ARGH! I won't criticize it speaks for itself.
Flash forward to Saturday, we get a call from the people that took our shit tzu (we had to give her up because she kept trying to bite Robbie). These people are great there who house is set up for the comfort of their dogs and cats and the yard is fenced in for the dogs to play. We tell them what is going on and they say they want her and her claws will stay. They want her then and there and are at our house within a half hour to pick her up. I was sad when they were on there way. I picked up Cleo and she curls into me like a newborn and purrs. Then later that night they call they love her, our old dog Angel was thrilled to see her and they are sending her to the groomer next week. I know I made the right decision!
WARNING MIL VENT AHEAD. Karen's mom phones me last week and tells me how much she loves Cleo and would love to have her. I am about to tell her I will consider it when she says. " I just have one condition I want to have her declawed, because I do not want her to ruin my bedroom set" WTF. In my head I think, "You can't love her too much apparently you love your bedroom set more". Instead I calmly say, " I am sorry the answer is no, declawing is against my beliefs" . Then fill in MIL trying to make me feel guilty and naming nice people who have done this. I say "I have researched this and it is like an amputation, cutting of the tips on ones fingers, many vets will not do it and they can get arthritis in later life". MIL adds more guilt and I say, "Listen, I am not saying you or your sister (who just had cat declawed) are bad people, it just means a lot to me, when Karen and I were about to move in together she said she would only move in if I had my 3 cats declawed, and I said, I guess you are not moving in, of course she changed her mind(now she is against it too). Then I put Grandson on the phone to distract MIL, and it works. Karen, calls her Mom later and says "Mom, if you want a Cat why not take Princess (one of our Cats that lived with Karen before she lived with me and who her mother forced her too have declawed years ago)." Guess, what MIL does not want Princess because Princess is old, fat, cranky, with a weak bladder (personally I think they are long lost twins) because she wants something cute and little. ARGH! I won't criticize it speaks for itself.
Flash forward to Saturday, we get a call from the people that took our shit tzu (we had to give her up because she kept trying to bite Robbie). These people are great there who house is set up for the comfort of their dogs and cats and the yard is fenced in for the dogs to play. We tell them what is going on and they say they want her and her claws will stay. They want her then and there and are at our house within a half hour to pick her up. I was sad when they were on there way. I picked up Cleo and she curls into me like a newborn and purrs. Then later that night they call they love her, our old dog Angel was thrilled to see her and they are sending her to the groomer next week. I know I made the right decision!
Friday, March 03, 2006
Open Minded Quiz
| You Are 64% Open Minded |
 You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded. Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints. But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line. You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself. |
The Cool Fat Girls Club, I have been kicked out
Okay, fellow bloggers I am back, for all two of you that I have left. My major problem with blogging is my home computer is not loading my blog. It loads all the other blogs I read, but not my mine. So, I had to wait until I was back at work to blog. So, for the next few weeks, as I finish work. I will be blogging.
Okay the reason I am writing is I realize I have been kicked out of the Cool Fat Girls Club again. See, I am currently not fat, this happens periodically to me. I lose weight without trying and I gain it back eventually. Since I have spent more of my adult life being fat, than thin. I identify as fat. And when I am fat, I am actually proud and confident, of course I am happy thin also. This fat pride took a long time. In my teens and early twenties I unsuccessfully dieted a lot. Then at 25 I accepted that I was fat and beautiful, the fact that cool, diva, sexy fat cool clothes were being sold in my town, helped the attitude change. Then around this time I became vegan and lost 50 pounds, found dairy again and gained 60. At this point I was fine with the weight gain, I had fat heroines. My best friend introduced me to the world of BBWs, and not to mention she is the prettiest girl I have ever known and has always been fat. Them my first girlfriend (the one that will be on Kink) was a totally sexy, yummy girl who wore belly shirts tons of cleavages and was hot. These two wonderful women showed me that my fat body was beautiful, plus were shining examples of how to live as a BBW. Then I had stomach problems lost 30 pounds. Got pregnant and felt gross and lost 7 pounds. Gained 23 pregnant pounds. Had the baby, then a bad gallbladder and a super heavy nursing boy caused me to lose about 60 pounds. Even after the gallbladder came out I was able to eat like 4 donuts and maintain my weight, I mean boobie boy was helping me burn calories. Then boobie boy starts loving his solids and I continue to eat the same and gain 15 pounds. Flash forward to Christmas, 6 weeks of stomach problems followed by a week of the stomach flu, cause me to lose 20 pounds.
So, hear I sit 136 pounds, smaller than the average North American woman (who weighs 145). And I still thing of myself as a fat girl and carry that attitude. But, I notice that other fat girls do not see me as fatty. For, instance my best friend and I have a hobby, that is called make fun of our partners short comings, it is very fun past time, and can be very therapeutic. We make fun of her boyfriend conversations skills, which are lacking. And we have always made fun of Karen's eating habits, because she like her mother, can eat her away from one end of a buffet to another. We have always found this funny, and complained that even though Karen is fat, we could never eat the same amount as her without being double or triple her weightor without spending all night on the toliet. But, guess what my best friend (who I love dearly) does not find these jokes a funny. You know why? Because I am a non-fatty making fun of fatty. And when she pointed it out to me I was stunned, I still thought of myself as a fatty. I guess my membership in the club is temporarily suspended. I guess, until I get fat again ( and I am alaways one Carmilk bar a way from being fat), I will have to instead make fun of Karen's pronunciation.
Okay the reason I am writing is I realize I have been kicked out of the Cool Fat Girls Club again. See, I am currently not fat, this happens periodically to me. I lose weight without trying and I gain it back eventually. Since I have spent more of my adult life being fat, than thin. I identify as fat. And when I am fat, I am actually proud and confident, of course I am happy thin also. This fat pride took a long time. In my teens and early twenties I unsuccessfully dieted a lot. Then at 25 I accepted that I was fat and beautiful, the fact that cool, diva, sexy fat cool clothes were being sold in my town, helped the attitude change. Then around this time I became vegan and lost 50 pounds, found dairy again and gained 60. At this point I was fine with the weight gain, I had fat heroines. My best friend introduced me to the world of BBWs, and not to mention she is the prettiest girl I have ever known and has always been fat. Them my first girlfriend (the one that will be on Kink) was a totally sexy, yummy girl who wore belly shirts tons of cleavages and was hot. These two wonderful women showed me that my fat body was beautiful, plus were shining examples of how to live as a BBW. Then I had stomach problems lost 30 pounds. Got pregnant and felt gross and lost 7 pounds. Gained 23 pregnant pounds. Had the baby, then a bad gallbladder and a super heavy nursing boy caused me to lose about 60 pounds. Even after the gallbladder came out I was able to eat like 4 donuts and maintain my weight, I mean boobie boy was helping me burn calories. Then boobie boy starts loving his solids and I continue to eat the same and gain 15 pounds. Flash forward to Christmas, 6 weeks of stomach problems followed by a week of the stomach flu, cause me to lose 20 pounds.
So, hear I sit 136 pounds, smaller than the average North American woman (who weighs 145). And I still thing of myself as a fat girl and carry that attitude. But, I notice that other fat girls do not see me as fatty. For, instance my best friend and I have a hobby, that is called make fun of our partners short comings, it is very fun past time, and can be very therapeutic. We make fun of her boyfriend conversations skills, which are lacking. And we have always made fun of Karen's eating habits, because she like her mother, can eat her away from one end of a buffet to another. We have always found this funny, and complained that even though Karen is fat, we could never eat the same amount as her without being double or triple her weightor without spending all night on the toliet. But, guess what my best friend (who I love dearly) does not find these jokes a funny. You know why? Because I am a non-fatty making fun of fatty. And when she pointed it out to me I was stunned, I still thought of myself as a fatty. I guess my membership in the club is temporarily suspended. I guess, until I get fat again ( and I am alaways one Carmilk bar a way from being fat), I will have to instead make fun of Karen's pronunciation.
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