Crap-tacular Friday...aka Friday the 13th

INTRO:
Octavia got fixed on thursday and about two hours after we dropped her off, the vet called. Octavia is a boy. Great...The whole cat rivalry between him/her and Ace makes so much more sense... Thursday night, Octavia sprays the upstairs of my moms house then attacks Ace in a not-so-playful sort of way. The cat latched his mouth around Ace's neck and wouldn't let go...Octavia + My moms house = NO FREAKIN GO.

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Friday morning I wake up bright and early at 7.30. I spend the next three hours with my doomed male/female/eunich cat. He/She's got a date with the Animal Shelter at ten am. I'm at a loss, to say the least. I feel like I'm about to give up a kid. So, my sister-in-law/guardian-angel comes over and we roll to the animal prison shelter. After fifteen minutes of pumping myself up in the parking lot, we make our move and take Octavia inside. "Sorry, we don't accept previously owned animals." What do you mean? I wonder to myself. Your a freakin animal shelter. Shouldn't you take animals in need of shelter? The lady gives me and Nikki (the gaurdian angel) a list of about 20 different places to call. We hang out in the parking lot for about an hour calling every single one of these numbers and getting turned away. The shortest waiting list for surrender cats was three months...I'm hysterical at this point. I can't even talk I'm crying so hard.

Thank God for Nikki, brilliant, cool, calm, collected Nikki. The woman jumps into action; makes one phone call and Octavia has a home. We drive to Ridgefield, Washington from Troutdale, Oregon. It's the longest drive of my life and Octavia is howling the entire way. He/she knows she's going somewhere new. He/She seems to know she's not coming back. He/She is acting terribly pathetic. My heart is breaking.

Nikki and I arrive at this farm in the middle of nowhere. I'm terrified that Octavia isn't going to be cut out for country living. But as soon as I got out of the car and met Kay & Laurie, my fears were gone. The farm was amazing. There were so many things for a mischievous kitten to do and the people were so full of love. I have no doubt Octavia will be happy as a bug in a rug. About five minutes after we stopped observing Octavia, he/she took off exploring. I got word on Saturday that he reappeared. He was hungry. I have taught my kitten well. :)

I got home and mourned the loss of my kitten by mowing my moms back lawn field. I didn't feel like crying anymore, but I was defiantly more tired than I had been in quite a while. The grass, in parts, was up to my knees...so like a foot and a half..and my preggo ass can't figure out how to put the blade of the lawn mower up...and it's on it's lowest setting. So I'm using my meager arm muscles to mow at an angle, first with the mower tipped backward, then forward, then with all four wheels on the ground. I think I shorted it out about 15 times. It took a while, but I felt much better and it didn't look TOTALLY bad...just like some eight year old mowed it as a punishment and had no clue how what Hank Hill meant when he said, "Mow against the grain."

My mom came home early from work because she knew how upset I had been about the loss of my little 'Tavia. She suggests we watch this BBC production called Torchwood. Cool show, but a horrible suggestion. Definitely, NOT a show for an emotional pregnant nutcase who just said goodbye to a cat she considered part of her immediate family.

So I'm watching this gut-wrenching show about a group of aliens who demand ten percent of the worlds children because...well, because they suck and the government officials are going through all these crappy ways to decided how to make the selection. 10% of the worlds populations is about 3.5 million children. There were scenes where military people are just grabbing kids from schools and shoving them on busses. It was very reminiscent of nazi's raiding ghetto's in Schindler's List. I was loosing it fast... then I found out WHY these aliens wanted the kids, and I fully lost it. WORST TV SERIES EVER! (I recommend it however, if you aren't an emotional can of angst, as I was at the time...and I am going to watch it again, when I can properly pay attention to what is going on.)

Then there was an argument, that got worked out. YAY! <3

LAME SAUCE DAY...and someone very cool also got hurt very badly. 

Lift up the people you love always.

Just a Few little Tid-Bits...

So as some of you know, my eggo is preggo, 11 weeks preggo, to be exact. I have experienced all the glorious side effects of pregnancy to the fullest. I got to experience terrible morning sickness for the first 9 weeks. I enjoyed a massive increase in boobage. Going from an 32AA to a 32 C in three days (Yeah, thats right) puts considerable strain on your back...not to mention how dumpy I felt. GAH! I am currently enjoying acne like that of a 14 year old and joint pain that I imagine would put an 80 year old to shame.

I think my favorite thing of all has been cravings. Currently, my vices include potato's, ranch dressing, cream cheese and almond milk. My first 9 weeks it was fruit & grape juice; then I made the seamless transition to carbs. I've always been a little creature, so the mass amounts of food I have been consuming is baffling and somewhat disgusting. Today and yesterday, I have had 5 baked potato's...yeah 5! And that's not counting the steak I had for dinner, the grilled cheese for lunch or the chili cheese dogs... Normally, the potato's alone would have been like 4 days of food for me. But, by golly, Lil' Miss Random can just pack it away! Since my carb/dairy binges began, I have not gained weight, but actually LOST 1.5 pounds. How the F does that work?

In my entire life, my highest weight was 136 and that was when I hit puberty. Upon returning to school in the fall, I remember a friend of mine told be "Sara! You got hips!" I've been on some version of a 'starvation diet' ever since.  I've banned carbs and I've sworn off sugar. I've been a slave to the gym and to unhealthy eating habits. And now that I'm pregnant and I eat like people that I consider "reverse triggers", I still haven't broken my fat record... How does that work? Are the forces that be mocking me or trying to teach me a valuable lesson about body image and self worth. Either way, I'm not sure how I feel about any of it. I'd be stoked if I didn't get over 140, but not at the expense of my baby. I just hope I can get my body back afterwards...or that I have enough money to buy a new one.

My youngest kitten, Octavia Silona, is getting her sisterhood "ya-ya'd" tomorrow. Yeah, at 730 am, I have to be about 30 miles away with a cat whose never even SEEN a doctor's office. She's probably gonna claw his/her face off. She's gotta wild personalty and is terribly inquisitive. A little fur ball after my own heart... After the doctor pokes and prod's Octavia, then she gets the honor of traveling to my moms house...and waking up in an unfamiliar place with two other cats (one of which is a stranger). Animal stuff stresses me out! I love my kitten SOOOO much!!! She will be happy to see her big brother and hopefully, her and the other runt kitten (Fae-Mao) will get along fine. Here's some finger's crossed.

Simplicity

I haven't successfully made a signature for a website in quite a while... as I recall it was years ago~four of them.

I made quite a few when I was in college my junior year. It was my escape from the incompetent girls that plagued the third floor of my sorority. Yeah, the "s" word, I know. I am too cool for that. I've heard sororities in the south are different. It's a big deal down there. Here, it's more of an excuse to pAArty and have someone cook and clean for you. Well, I'm sure they're not all like that, but the one I was is was.

Back to signatures. Four years have gone by since I was able to successfully manipulate a photo. So here we have three of them; bastardized and rebuilt to create something pretty; something whole; something with quite a few components that aren't exactly simple...That's life.

Oh, and if any of you didn't know. I am a n3rd. I write stories with internet people about ancient rome. I am a member of a website where you create a character and collaborate with other peoples characters. You can devote as little or as much time as you want to it. My character is Licinia Silonia, she's a senators niece.

In the midst of this insane world, I find solace in my silly little game. I love playing with words and this is the best way I know how. It allows me total creative freedom. If I could write this way for my career, I think I would be as happy as a clam.