Carrie-on Baggage: Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week.

Wow, it really doesn’t feel like Tuesday today…

Perfecting my pimp walk
So last night I hurt my foot, I was downstairs watching TV and I got up to take a bath and it was like stepping on a bruise over and over. On the left side of my left foot. I went to bed and woke up to pee about 4 and it was AWFUL, it was like sleeping on it made it a 100 times worse. It tried to step on it and collapsed. I put on my tennis shoes and tied them tight and have been making an attempt to stay in my chair as much as I can, which really is hard with my overactive bladder. So yeah, my darn foot is killing me.

Falling apart at the seams
And I’m bloated. Like I’m pretty sure if I pricked myself I would make a balloon loosing air noise. I also made the mistake of washing all of my jeans because I lost track of which ones I had washed in the 2 week cycle and which ones I hadn’t and I didn’t want to risk being the smelly kid so I washed them all, so they are all SUPER tight and squeezing all my lady bits to pieces. And the fruit for breakfast diet is still KILLING ME. Where did I even get this bad idea?

Now that you have been sufficiently TMI’d
So last night was the single most hilarious HIMYM for Seth and I. A back story…
See right after Seth and I went on our first date, he waited three days to call me, and it KILLED me. And I have forever given him crap about it because it was just about the stupidest thing he has ever done. He would swear that it was a “guy rule”. Then last night Barney went on this diatribe about the three day rule and it actually made sense and Seth was justified and I was miffed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8NWDXg266A

I love Neil Patrick Harris.

Alright well it’s about lunch time and since I am starving from my fruit breakfast-I’m headed out!
Love (How I met Your Mother),
Carrie

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An almost daily blog of Carrie's ramblings that come from her baggage in life. Carrie lives with her disgustingly smart husband, amazing daughter bulldozer son and two Bengal cats in Colorado Springs. She is an avid reader and an obsessive television watcher. She loves to travel, sleep, snuggle and generally be friggin awesome. She suffers a smartphone addiction. She makes inane pop culture references. She hopes one day someone will give her a talk show where she talks about all the tv she watches, gossip she reads about on the internet, and life observations she has. Comments and followers make me blog more frequently, its a guilt thing.

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Carrie

About the Kidtens

I have two Bengal Cats-Bagheera and Willow. Willow is the girl and the spotted snow and Bagheera is the boy and the spotted dark. They are fixed so we can't breed them-my Pops is still mad at me for that. I would love to tell you about my breeder, but they were pretty horrible and apparently don't exist anymore. This could be because Bengals are illegal in Omaha (I live in Omaha's Sarpy County, which is not Omaha, it's an SID) or because they had 26 cats in a tiny corner of the basement stacked on top of each other.

Willow was actually our second choice in snows. We decided to get two because Bengals are notoriously active and we didn't want one to get lonely and eat our house while we were gone. Willow gets smarter every day. She recently figured out how to turn on the sinks, which bodes well with her love of water. She loves Seth more than anything, but has been known to cuddle with me too when I'm sad. She's a sweet girl. She also will NOT SHUT UP. If you wonder what a conversation with a cat is like, come chat with Willow. Willow is also known as Willow Bee, the Beezus, and Pretty Kitty.

Bagheera is your typical boycat. He sleeps with us most nights and we have worked out a "snacks for snuggles" barter system. He gives you love on his terms. Bagheera was born with a bad right back leg. The breeders told us that he broke it in the womb because there was too many kittens in the litter. The vet told us that he didn't know a thing about it until days later. So far he uses it like peg leg and it doesn't bother him at all. We talked to the vet about getting it fixed but the vet says the way he uses it, like a pirate, it wouldn't heal properly and he still would try to use it like he does. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him so we are cool. The breeders told me they were going to put him down because they couldn't sell him and the price of the "surgery" would outweigh his "value". I practically snatched him and ran. They gave him to me for free. He has an amazing coat-show quality. I wonder if there is a cat show special olympics... Bagheera is also known as Baggy, Bags,Doots, Stinky Boy Kitty, and Buddy Bear.

Anyway that's me, Carrie-patron Saint of lost causes and handicats.