About Marley

I've had a lot of cats in my day. And I mean A LOT. I guess we were borderline hoarders when I was a kid. But we always took care of them. I always have had a soft spot for orange ones for some reason. When I was in high school, there was Rufus. My little Roofie. Heh. I have fond memories of him sleeping on this bookshelf of encyclopedias in my room while I studied for AP English or something.

When I was older I wound up adopting this kitty, Marley, from my boyfriend at the time who couldn't have him in his dorm or something. The details are fuzzy because I have horrible memory about certain things. Anyways, Marley is the best cat in the universe.

mounds of unfolded clothing seem to dominate my life. Folding laundry = worst chore ever!

He was there with me through a lot of stuff. When I first got him, he used to scratch on the furniture really bad so I had to stick these little glue on nail covers over his nails because I would never get him declawed. They really worked and he eventually stopped, but until then, every couple weeks I had to pin him down and give him a bright blue manicure. It's funny, okay?

Then I moved into my first apartment by myself when I was like 7 months pregnant with Logan. It was kind of scary you know, and kind of lonely, but Marley always cuddled with me and made me feel better when I was sad. They say you shouldn't have cats around babies, but Marley was always perfect. I was never worried about Logan at all.

He lives with my parents now because I've been moving a lot and everything is always so disgustingly up in the air. He is quite fond of my brother Kyle now. I'm happy for him, but miss him too.

Onto the point of this. I don't know how I found this guy, but he's on my google reader and I always check it on my phone when I'm internetless and found this on there the other day:

It instantly reminded me of Marley and how that darn cat puked on my Ugg boots that I had coveted forever and searched all over manhattan for when they first became popular and never found, but scored like a year later locally. Anyways, I first got Marley and he ralphed all over them in my closet one day. And yet, I still love him times a million and I have no idea where those boots got to.

Now I really want to take up cross stitching funny things like this.

True story.

Dear Santa:

The things I want for Christmas are to never have another one like last year (worst of my life) and most of all for Logan to have a really kick ass one. He deserves the world and I always wish I could give it to him.
Legit, thats all I really want... 

"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much,  and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin." 

We went down to Sarasota the other day. I should have taken more pictures.

 At least I got this lovely picture of a Segway tour.

Oh and some legit outfit pics. I guess.

Everyone really liked this outfit. It was kind of not so typical of me, so it was interesting that both old ladies at the thrift store said I looked cute and some weird guy at the bus station had to tell BF he liked my outfit. Maybe I'm being ridiculous in thinking I'm too old to dress like I used to or have pink hair or anything. I've been thinking about this lately. I think I'll write another post on it.  

 Sweater: Target  Tank: Target  Necklace: Handmade  Shorts: Vintage Express  Tights: Target  Boots: Target (omg I'm a Target whore... just think, I'm totes hoping to get a job there...)

I made home made biscuits and they actually turned out fluffy. I was so proud, I had to take a picture. My 1940's Better Homes & Gardens cookbook totally pwns my mom's from the 70's. Ha! Baking powder is where it's at. 

Logan found this sticker the other day and now he has to wear it on his hoodie all the time. Awww.

I've been doing recon missions at thrift stores and am really itching to jump in feet first to my online store. My mom is being a voice of reason and explaining that I really need to research before I get in over my head. I just keep finding so much incredibly awesome stuff, but I really have absolutely no capital nor business plan. Deeeeeetails. SIGH.

google images

Small world story: I was talking to my grandma yesterday. I had sent her some pictures I've taken since we've been here and one of them was of Log and I at that Kissing the War Goodbye statue. She told me that her last husband, the love of her life, had actually been on the same boat as that sailor forever immortalized in that picture. Hrm. I'm really bad at telling stories. It sounded way better when I was talking to her/ in my head. Whatevs, kinda cool, huh?

When were were in SRQ there was this shell statue downtown that I totally saw as being a Birth of Venus type deal, but my hair isn't anywhere near long enough. Plus I stupidly put my hands in the 'I have to pee' position, so I had to mspaint them the right way.

I'm averaging one thing crossed off my list a week. I wish it was more, but at least I'm making some forward motion. 

 Next week: I have to pick a school for Logan. I'm nervous. This is the first time he's been in like school. It's just VPK but... I've always been fortunate to have family around to watch him. Or that stint with a babysitter, that wasn't so good. We'll see how it goes. 

Final note: I have a lot of navy blue dresses and a few red dresses. What color tights should I wear with them? 

30 days of me purge

Okay, this 30 days of me has taken entirely too long so I'm just going to dump the rest to get it over with.  Sigh.

Halloween

I suck at blogging. Not like anyone cares, but I've been busy. I have these posts I've been writing to put up but they seem sort of irrelevant now. I wonder if I can back post...

I wound up partially making Logan a Batman costume for Halloween. I was really worried that the whole day would suck for him, but my kid is so awesome. He was uber stoked with his costume and had a blast with the picnic in the park and trick or treating. We wound up being a lot of places first trick or treaters and he got a ton of candy. I had a good time too.  It was the first time I had been trick or treating that I could remember. When I was growing up my dad decided Halloween was a holiday we should not be celebrating so I missed out on that. IDK. I'm torn on the whole thing. I really don't see it as being a devil's holiday. I guess its cause I'm not a hardcore Christian or something. I just feel bad enough for Logan and the stuff he has to deal with regularly, I really don't want him missing out on anything he doesn't have to miss out on.

yeah I know the mask sucks, but I couldn't do the whole head one and just making a bat with eye holes is too Bat Girl

The Law of the Garbage Truck

I had to go to the health department yesterday to get my birth certificate. That's a long stupid story I don't want to get into, but while I was there, they had these lying out with a "Take One" sign, so I did. I read it later at the bus stop and it made me smile so I figured I would post it here.

"Something to think about...
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking spot right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'


He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.


Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.


The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so... Love the people who treat you right, Pray for the ones who don't.


Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!"


It's kind of corny or whatever, but sometimes I need all the positive inspiration I can get.