Carrie-on Baggage: A bore is a man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

Friday, June 18, 2010

A bore is a man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

Hi All! First off, ya! We got another follower! It always makes me feel more obligated to blog when I know people besides my family are reading it.

I'm currently considering doing the PX90 lean program, I got Seth the PX90 discs for Father's Day and I have been watching him doing it and it seems achievable. Plus because it's so hot I haven't been able to walk with the Princess of air conditioning so I've gotten a little chub back. You can't diet when you are breast feeding because it affects your milk a lot. I tried dieting for a week and could barely make four ounces a day. My kid drinks four ounces on one breast, so I need eight ounces a feeding. But anyway Seth is doing the intense full blown PX90 and he is really enjoying it. He even gets up at 6 am every morning to do it! My husband used to need dynamite to get his butt out of bed. I might start it next week.

This weekend I will be walking in the Papillion Days Parade with my Mom's float. Seth is going to stay home for the baby alone for the first time! To reward him afterwards, because I'm sure he will need a baby break, my parents are coming over to watch the baby and we are going to go see Iron Man 2 at the theater, something we haven't done since Star Trek came out and I was pregnant and missed half the movie peeing. So we stopped going to the movies. Then Sunday we are going to Zum Biergarten with my Dad for Father's Day because they finally started serving beer so he will go try it now.

Next week I'm going to try and turn one of my old t-shirts into a onsie for Evie. I downloaded the instructions from wiki how, and it looks pretty simple, but last time I tried to tackle my sewing machine it defeated me. Maybe I will see if my Mom has some time next week to help me since she is like the sewing machine whisperer.

Alright well Seth is home from work today, so this is going to be a short one since I'm excited for the family to spend time together!

If you are local come out and laugh at me sweating to death in the Papillion Days Parade! I'll give you a sticker!!!

Love (Father's),
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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My name is Carrie and this is my blog-I know, you are so excited.
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Love (to ramble incessantly),
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.