Carrie-on Baggage: May or May Not Monday

Monday, May 5, 2014

May or May Not Monday

I may or may not hate myself for these being the only blog posts I can write consistently.

I may or may not be completely obsessed with being friends with my new neighbors next door. Seth tells me I'm going to smother them and scare them away, but I'm hoping that they are just as lonely as I am and just as desperate for human interaction with people that don't shit their pants. The thought of just shouting over the fence and having a conversation is something that seems so impossibly magical to me that I am dying to make it happen. Plus she is just as completely un p.c. as I am. And I think this will make for a great friendship.

I may or may not be doing 50 things at once and getting none of them done completely. For example I am in the office writing this, but I keep glancing around and seeing things I need to do, like address our "moving" cards and keep "squirelling!" and not finishing this post.

I may or may not want, more than anything a new fucking cellphone for Mother's Day. Seth has already informed me he forgot mother's day completely. Shit.

I may or may not be counting the seconds to Happy Hour at Sonic today.

I may or may not have had to take my son to the ER at 11 last night because he cracked his head open again. I'm starting to worry he has a balance disorder. My dad has one and I thought it wasn't genetic but now I'm thinking it is. But I seriously do not want to go to the ER ever again. Also I need to know where to invest in skin glue, in bulk. Thank GOD we have made friends with our lovely neighbors mentioned above and I just happened to be Facebook chatting with her when Lukas rolled off the bed and caught the corner of the dresser. I may or may not have taken him to a different ER then the one two weeks ago to avoid judgement.

I may or may not have stopped writing this post to drive to Sonic.

I may or may not still wear shoes in the house and have yet to go barefoot because the carpet still grosses me out.

I may or may not be stopping this post to go take a nap.

Love (honesty, or not),
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.