Dinah and the Mites

These kittens and their mom need a new home! They are so adorable. Read their story over at http://dinahandthemites.blogspot.com/.

"Well, that time has come. Dinah and her Mites are ready to go to their Forever Homes.
If you would like to adopt Dinah and/or a Mite or two and you meet the following criteria:

1. Loving home (INDOOR ONLY)

2. Provide plenty of attention

3. Would be willing to keep us updated by blogging (if you don't know how to blog, we will be happy to teach you!) or at least keep in touch every now and then.

PLEASE LET US KNOW THAT YOU ARE INTERESTED IN ADOPTING. (We've used Continental to fly kitties everywhere, so the mites can travel if necessary)

The Mites were checked out at Houston Cat Hospital and came through with flying colors. We had each Mite individually checked for disease, rather than selecting a random kitten or two. All of them tested negative. They didn't have ear problems, fleas or anything other problems, even though they all received preventive treatment.
These are very sociable kittens, affectionate, active. One thing to suggest would be adopting a pair if you have no other cats. These Mites can really play and they are very close.
Thank you all for your help. We've used Continental to fly kitties everywhere, so the mites can travel if necessary -- they charge by weight, so it wouldn't cost that much to fly a Mite! If anyone wants information on how the Mites would "fly", here is the website. If you want to adopt a mite and can't afford the flight fee, arrangements can and will be made to pay it for you!"
http://www.continental.com/web/en-US/content/travel/animals/default.aspx

Willis, Texas (Inequality)

Which house would you live in? Which can you afford? Which one is mine? I will let you guess!

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2.

That is a mattress sticking out the window, next to the shopping cart!

3.
4.

This house is on stilts:

5.

That's not a blurry picture, its smoke from the fire:

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9.

Wah

I have a bladder infection/UTI and am miserable. I am tired, too. My doctor apt isn't until Monday, and I can't afford to go any sooner than that. It's actually to get my blood work for my lithium levels.

What I have been taking:
Cranberry pills and Azo. The Azo is a bladder pain reliever and antibacterial. The cranberry pills prevents the bacteria from sticking to my bladder. They work as long as I continuously take them, and drink enormous amounts of water. Since I forgot to take them yesterday (only once!), I am drinking the cranberry juice, too.

But I hurt.

I googled UTS's of course, and know what I found out!? It's icky... The bacteria living in my bladder is EColi! Ewww! Nasty! That is just so freaking gross. Yuck!

Proclamation?

This is a word for word copy of an email I received today. Tell me in the comments just what you think about it. :D Go ahead, give me your opinions!

Someone Finally Said It
(And it's long over-due.)
Proud To Be White
Someone finally said it
How many are actually paying attention to this?
There are African Americans,
Mexican Americans,
Asian Americans,
Arab Americans,
Native Americans, etc.
...And then there are just -
Americans.
You pass me on the street
and sneer in my direction.
You Call me "White boy,"
"Cracker," "Honkey,"
"Whitey," "Caveman,"
... And that's OK.
But when I call you Nigger,
Kike, Towel head,
Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey,
Beaner, Gook, or Chink
... You call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot
of violence against you,
so why are the ghettos the most
dangerous places to live?
You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi.
You Have Yom Hashoah.
You have the NAACP.
And you have BET.
If we had WET
(White Entertainment Television)
... We'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day
... You would call us racists.
If we had White History Month
... We'd be racists.
If we had any organization for only whites
to "advance" OUR lives
... We'd be racists.
We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce,
a Black Chamber of Commerce,
and then we just have the plain
Chamber of Commerce.
Wonder who pays for that?
If we had a college fund that only gave
white students scholarships
... You know we'd be racists.
There are over 60 openly-proclaimed
Black-only Colleges in the US ,
yet if there were "White-only Colleges"
... THAT would be a racist college.
In the Million Man March,
you believed that you were
marching for your race and rights.
If we marched for our race and rights,
... You would call us racists.
You are proud to be black,
brown, yellow and orange,
and you're not afraid to announce it.
But when we announce our white pride
... You call us racists.
You rob us,
carjack us,
and shoot at us.
But, when a white police officer
shoots a black gang member
or beats up a black drug-dealer
who is running from the LAW and
posing a threat to ALL of society
... You call him a racist.
I am proud.
... But, you call me a racist.
Why is it that only
whites
can be racists?
There is nothing improper about this e-mail.
Let's see which of you are proud enough to send it on.

It's been a while...

I have been on anti depressants for a few years now, and guess what?

"Research has shown that people with bipolar disorder are at risk of switching into mania or hypomania, or of developing rapid cycling, during treatment with antidepressant medication."

They only made things worse! I might have been less depressed, but my episodes of Mania increased. Ni-i-i-ice!

A new semester starts tomorrow, for both me and Chantz. I don't have my final grade yet; the exam is part essay and takes longer to grade. Chantz is going to school for (computer) game design. How cool is that?

Oh, yeah. It's also big C's and my 11th wedding anniversary.

Laters!

First Day of School

I am up! And I am driving Austin to school because the bus comes at 5:45 am for middle and high schoolers! That is just nuts. He doesn't need to be there until 7:10. I wanted to leave at 6:30 this morning, but Austin didn't sleep well last night and is lagging a tad bit. A simple threat of the youth officer dragging him off to school in his PJ's and then spending tomorrow at Boot Camp got him up and rolling.

Seriously.

Tessa wasn't able to sleep either. I know this because she kept waking me up last night to tell me. She is passed out on my floor now. So I reset my alarm and will call her to wake her ass up. This is going to be so much fun!

I slept like a baby, however. Life is wonderful!


Oh, and I love this quote:

"A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider to be God-fearing and pious."
-- Aristotle, 343 B.C.

This is a test

Remember those damn broadcasting tests? How annoying.

So far so good

I ain't dead yet. That's good! No terrible scary side effects from the new meds, and all is good.

**Update**

I got in to see my doctor today after I really started to wig out. We threw out the Trazadone, and got a prescription for Lithium... it's only $4/bottle. I need to have blood work done in two weeks with this med, though, because it has some possible nasty side effects. It won't make me crazy though. Liver damage or crazy??? Ok, I will take crazy... but its worth a try.

I'm blanking losing it!!!

I am off that new med! I should go see the Dr again, but I can't afford it right now! She won't put me on any Bi Polar meds because she doesn't think I can pay for it. She only prescribes me what is on Wal-Mart's $4 list. Gee thanks.

Here I am taking Wellbutrin ill*g@lly because she won't prescribe me that, either. Prozac doesn't cut it, because I am in Manic mode right now, and yeah, that Trazadone will knock me out right now, and half off tomorrow! Doesn't do me any good, does it?

For the past few days:
I can't think... formulate thoughts.
I forget what I am doing.
I get confused.
I am edgy and lose it easy.
I don't care about school, and am lagging this week. Don't even want to post. Am willing to lose a few points (for Christ's sake, I only missed two so far and next week is the last. I think I can spare a few).
See? There is something wrong with me.
I have no filter... no angel conscience that tells me, no, you shouldn't die the ends of your hair lavender, because its an extra $20!

Hey, I am no longer two toned... sort of. Before I had 3 inch roots of ash blond hair, the ugliest color on the planet, dull, drab, and blah! The rest was faded red, that I had stripped out. It was horrid.

Now I am all over blond (10), that is more golden, and two thin strands in front are lavender, and the ends are too. Even my layer. (I only have two layers, so...)

I love it, it looks great. I got up at 6 this morning, PUT MAKE UP ON, and put curlers on the ends of my ponytail. And no nappies, either! I am still going on 6 hours sleep, when those monster pills made me sluggish with 12!

Yes, I have been Manic since six o'clock, and fear I cannot slow down.

DeVry sent me a bill for $600, though they told me I would have enough fin aid this semester. Riiight. What is really very clever is the *past due* amount of $250. They never sent me a previous bill! So anyone with a spare 600 bucks just lying around.... call me.

...Not!


Oh yeah, one more thing. Oh wait, never mind. I can't post that idea. Ask me via email about my plan to get bi polar meds. NO NOT ILL%G#LLY! Sheesh, peoples. Just teasin'!

:D

What's up with you?

Have you seen this? It's great! I am totally encouraging you to go look!

I went to my friend, Jan's, house today. We ended up stuffing 7 kids in my van and headed to the park. Once we got there, and everyone was sucking down snow cones, we wondered, "what the hell were we thinking?? It's August in Texas! Who the hell goes to the park in August??"

I think next time it will be the pool. We came back and stopped at my new neighbors house so Jan could take a look at their Dachshund pups. Jan's wiener dog had gotten run over, and she was preggers, (terribly, terribly sad!) and she is looking for a new dog; an inside, house dog! They have two to give away, and Jan is going to take two of them home in about three weeks. Ain't that sweet?

My kitty, Molly, no longer tries to eat us. Here's a tip: canned cat food can make kitties aggressive! Now she is all sweet and loverly again.

School is going just fine, and I am happy with it. My grades so far are amazing! I also recently got a new prescription for my depression. I am sorry to say it does nothing for my big mouth, however. It's called trazodone, and it is to be taken at night; the fluoxetine (prozac) is still to be taken in the mornings.

I am a google junkie, (seriously, you should see my track marks!) and I had to google that drug. I found it at wikipedia, another addiction of mine, and guess what? A side effect of it is an increased sex drive!!! Wooo hooo!

Oh and I bought a hypnotherapy cd set from Wendi.com. :D

I've been Nab'd

What do you think about that?

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And isn't this the most hideous thing you have ever seen? (Not the boy, the sofa, people!)

Musings, not amused

What is the politically correct term for black people in England?
Why do I get so overwhelmed?
Why is Bruce too much all the time?
Why am I such a spaz?
Why am I not as good a mommy as I was a year ago?
Why is my porch such a disaster?
Why do I get stuck doing shit I don't want to do?
Why do I feel guilty when I do something for myself?
Why are babies so cute?
Why do baby girls lift their dresses over there heads?
Why is peek-a-boo so fascinating for babies?
Why can't I screw in a screw into the wall with out stripping it out?
I hate not being able to finish something I start.
So if I don't think I can, i won't try.
The bookcase in my room is disastrous.
There is an overwhelming amount of laundry to do, the floor needs to be mopped, there is barbeque sauce on the wall by the table, and toys everywhere.
It takes forever just to sweep this floor, and even longer to get it in shape to be mopped.
Tomorrow it will looks just as gross anyway so why bother?
I hate disappointing Chantz.
I spend money I don't have when I am stressed out.
I want him home!
I am tired of these trips to Montana.
They were supposed to get a new driver. That was the plan.
They don't care. No one fucking cares.
Why don't people understand simple English?
Why is the following concept so difficult for them to understand?
Why don't they care about me?
Why don't I matter?

I still can't do this by myself!!!

The Title Is "I'm Fine"

I just finished reading The Bourne Identity and it was excellent. One of the best books I have ever read. Too bad the movie didn't follow the book! Let's see, what do the two have in common with each other? Well there's this guy with amnesia who goes to this bank and a hotel, meets some chic who helps him and people are trying to kill him. If you read it, you will hate what hollywood did to Marie's character! This isn't really a spoiler, but the real Marie St Jacques has a doctorate, works for the Canadian government, and is a technical analyst in Zurich for a conference. Which means she is very, very fucking smart.

Oh what the hell. The man known as Jason Bourne was never, I repeat, NEVER an assassin. He was only pretending to be one to flush out Carlos.

See? Hollywood screws everything up.

Oh wait, people wanted to know about me right? Ok, I am fine. My husband was fine and was even nice and attentive for the last two weeks. He is on the road to MT and although I don't really miss him, I can't wait for him to get his ass back here and give me some.

Yes, I just said that. Oh and since EVERYONE (ahem, Doozie) is so nosy, I will let you know just how attentive my husband has been. Close your eyes little ones, Dawn is going to talk about SEX.

So we are fucking, and we are making this funny, wet slapping noise. You know it, you have heard it and done it and know how damn funny it is. We stop, but I start laughing so hard that he came. Yup. I LAUGHED my husband off. Who of you can say that you have done that?

I have other stories of the last two weeks, too. And unless you want to hear all about my anal adventures, all y'all just might want to put up with the shit I post, when I post it. So there.

*spitty tongue noises* :p

Seriously guys, thanks for worrying . Things are better and brighter. For the moment. :D

Oh so true!

Your Hidden Passion Number is 5

You love travel, change, and new challenges. You are highly adaptable and versatile. You have a talent for languages, and are generally good with words. Writing, promotion, and public relations work suit you perfectly.

You are sensual and a bit impulsive. You love to satisfy your senses, which can get you into trouble. Overindulgence in food, drink, sex, and drugs are common among people with too many 5s -- six or more. (I do not have that many fives, only 2 I think. This girl is mostly 9s!)

You are resourceful and original. You have a good sense of humor and a quick tongue.

Your desire for freedom is extremely strong and it will take effort and discipline to stick with whatever it is you started. There is a tendency to give up a project or situation prematurely.

You may be interested in too many things, which can make it hard for you to apply yourself to one area successfully.

You are very unconventional.

Commitment in relationships and your work is fundamental to your happiness. You may have a tendency to wander from person to person, job to job, making depth of relationship or deep expertise difficult.

All this came from entering my birthdate and my name as its on my birth certificate. How totally cool is that?

Luke Skywalker

Boldly striving to overcome the darkness both in this world and within yourself, you are righteously devoted to forging your own destiny.

It's your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers.

Luke is a character in the Star Wars universe. For more information, see his character entry at the Star Wars Databank.

I am in school

And that's why I haven't been around much lately! I like it, too. I also am thinking about getting a part time job.

Laters!

Hi

Dear Dawn,
Here is your AstroSlam
for Saturday, July 14:

Some people see the glass as half full; others, as half empty -- you, however, don't care, because you know that the glass contains poison. Would it kill you to be just a little bit positive?


On another note, I had to fall asleep last night imagining my husbands arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe. He comes home soon, but I am not too sure about when.

I am also not so sure I know how well we are going to get along, either.

Thanks for the support guys!

i am falling apart

and i don't know how to put myself back together again.


don't bother calling the kings horses and the kings men, because they don't give a fucking shit.

Where Am I?

Dear Dawn,
Here is your AstroSlam
for Wednesday, July 4:

You're perfectly capable of entertaining yourself. Really, friendship and love are totally overrated -- and you know it. A lifetime of solitaire and word-search puzzles suits you just fine.


That is so much closer to the truth than anyone knows, I think. I am going to Houston today to register for classes at DeVry. I didn't sleep well last night and I am going to be so tired by this afternoon. I am up very early so I can do this and get everything done on time. Funny that I am here instead!

We didn't go to a fireworks display; we had our own. I was a brat though, and came inside with Brandy, who didn't like it much, because it isn't fun for me to run around and watch the babies while everyone else has a good time. C and his mom watched the kids and let the fireworks off and had a good time without me. I heard about it later, though.

I am tired of being a mom who never gets out or has any fun. It just reminds me of when Austin and Tessa were little and I had to give up everything for them. No one here wants to hear this shit though, so I get to use my blog for what it was originally intended... an outlet for my angst. LOL "Angst" I like that word... makes me sound so... you know.

Sometimes I wonder where my fiery spirit went. Is it hidden?

Or lost forever?