Kitten’s Mewlings

This weekend was Serenity’s Coming Home Party. She came home Tuesday, but the relatives showed and fawned Saturday, then she went out for the first time and visited my Aunt in Dallas for Sunday BBQ.

None of her father’s relatives, just the sane group known as my side.

I convinced Big Ed to show up with me to the BBQ. We were late, had to wait for his happy ass to jump in the shower. So we arrived about ten minutes before my folks split. The only reason they hadn’t already left was because LittleOne had stayed the night with me and they had to pick her up.

My Aunt is a hoot. Ya catch her at the right time…. Let’s just say she was wild before she married, I’ve heard stories, and she’s trying to reach out to me when no one is looking.

One comment she made before we left still kinda sticking to me. She told me she’s glad to’ve met Big Ed, says she’s never seen me with a man before. And considering she’s seen me with my ex, who is now enjoying a new pastime, I agree with her.

Wednesday was terrible.

All I will say is that we had a great guy quit because of all the shit thrown at us drafters.

Actually, it was a bunch of shit thrown at me and him. Not that kinda shit, rumors like that fly about all the employees at least once. It’s a thrill when they turn out to be right (meaning the people get irritated and complain; innocent people just don’t do that). No, it was rediculous shit involving every single supervisor above me, including the president of the company himself. This guy quit just before the public ass chewing, which I had to endure alone. Fun, no?

I was even trying to have a good day, too; I mean, I was doing my best to feel sexy, which meant I was actually wearing eyeliner and lipstick (that’s how you know I’m really not feeling like I look good…I pull out the lipstick). I was also wearing my white shirt. Yup, the lovely little top that I love. Along with my collar and the bunny

Yup yup. I think that is the ONLY thing I like about this place; they let you dress in your own style, so long as it’s not insanely immodest or overly obscene. Me? I only have the collar and the bunny. And my shirts. There’s this other guy…yikes…that’s all I’m gonna say.

I am disappointed.
I am envious.
I am hurt.
I am jealous.
But most of all, I am proud.

I am disappointed in your choices so far, envious of the new life you have created, hurt by your pushing me away, jealous of the family you have now started, and proud to be your sister. Never, not in my wildest dreams, would I have ever expected you to be fearless going into battle, and not even cringe when the contractions went from many so close to one continuous spasm.

Even after 30+ hrs of lack of sleep, I am not easily impressed, but you have done so. And she is gorgeous, although she more resembles her father than you, she has your toes (giggle). She has potential, I hope you rear her well.

Yes, folks, my sister had the baby. She had basically continuous contractions since roughly Saturday about 5pm, and when they got rather constant, and about four minutes apart, they left to the hospital…at 11:30pm. They checked in just as I was calling–I figured something was up and wanted to know if all was ok. 40minutes later I was pulling into the parkinglot (40minute drive from my apt to the hospital while doing 80 down the highway and getting lucky and falling in behind a cop doing 70 in a 50…). While she slept fitfully from a muscle relaxer, I huddled in the room’s unpadded wood glider, my mom stuffed herself in the pukey-floral half-couch, and the daddy lay fast asleep on a quickly assembled cot (after my mom and I basically pushed him away from my sister). I couldn’t sleep, I sat and listened to the baby’s heartbeat on the moniter and watched the machine graph her contractions. That is kinda lulling, but every time I was even remotely close to passing out, the heart-rate would change or there would be some beeping from the machine (like….ran out of paper….gawd that was loud!). The nurse checked in every hour, checked her dialation every two, and at four, they booked her and checked her into the hospital…originally they figured she’d be out and home in an hour or so, but after nothing but continuous contractions and another slight change in dialation….

She eventually caved and had the epideral. Not because it hurt so much, but because the pain was so constant that she couldn’t sit still, she was squirming and the pain-stuff they’d pumped her with didn’t do a damn thing…and basically she was maxed out on the stuff. Oh how she slept! The daddy used that time to retreat and call up friends and family.

OH! My new in-laws…..oooooooooohhhhhhhh boy! Yikes. Let’s say white-trash, plus plastic surgery, plus a diva complex, plus sick drunken stories. THAT was the waiting room before we called into the delivery room to listen in. *Shiver* I think I’m going to refuse any invitiations to that side of the family reunion….sorry sis, but DAMN!

But I should get back, no? By two in the afternoon, she’s barely dialated, but fully efaced, or so the nurse says. To hell with it, I have a 45minute drive (meaning I won’t be flying at 80 down the highway home) ahead of me and I’ve been awake since roughly 7 or so the day before. Sure I’ve pulled all-nighters before, but given that the last one was with the aid of a fianced couple, 1/2 bottle Jack, and 1/3 bottle vodka (all me), I wasn’t lasting quite so well this time around. If I got any sleep at all, it was in 5min incremants that can’t be called sleep. So I made up my mind; either the baby would be here soon and I could go home guilt free, or I’d leave at 4pm no matter what and see the baby Monday after work.

I left at 3:15pm for a 5minute run to Braum’s just down the road, she’s sitting at 6 and just waking up to be checked again. I get back about 3:20pm or so and get a phone call as I’m walking to the elevator "We’re getting ready to push!" Whaaaaa–???!!!??!!!!

At 3:48pm, Serenity Leigh officially joined the world. She was barely bigger than I was when I was born! But she weighed a few ounces less. 6lbs, 10oz, 19 3/4" long. She has her daddy’s hair style and color, daddy’s chin, daddy’s upper lip, mama’s amount of hair, mama’s nose, and mama’s toes. I told myself I wouldn’t cry, not with a million people milling about. Serenity is the only one to see my tears as I welcomed her to this world and talked to her. Hugging the daddy gave me an excuse to hide my face long enough for them to fade, and then I hugged everyone and left. I’m an aunt again! And my mother is now officially a grandmother, and this time not by a step-daughter.

If you care to notice, I’ve been sprucing the place up a bit here and there. My mile-long link list is steadily getting groomed and there’s a new little "profile" in the "profile-section".

Aside from that and being dangerously dizzy and ill from the medications said to cure my throat, I’ve been sleeping. Yup. Call me up and you wake me. Not something smart.

Well, when I’m up, I’m running around in as little clothing as possible. I’m rather in tune with my anscestrial ways and prefer bare feet and minimal cloth. Afterall, it *is* summer in Texas; skimpy is the norm. Right? Or am I the only one?

Well, since I’m rather top heavy, I do need *some* support. I can’t ALWAYS run nude around the apartment (but I try). So today’s HNT is a sight you’d see if you could see me typing this post right now. A wonderful sight with a subtle shot at my bra. (that would be the top of the right breast as viewed from the left side…got that?)

And no, I did nothing funny with the angle of the camera or photo. That is taken exactly perfectly horizontal.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am off to sleep off this horrendous headache, plot my doctor’s demise and wish I were born a male.

It’s a sad day when a little girl asks you to sell her puppy.

Well, my little sister is wanting to get rid of Savannah, her 4 month old pup.

We were told she would be 1/2 golden retriever and 1/2 blue heeler, but we were lied to. She’s at the very least a german shephard mix.

She’s too much of a puppy. She’s too dominant over my little sister and she’s too playful for my dad’s patience. So, she must go.

Sad, yes.

She’s a gorgeous pup. She just needs a little obedience schooling and lots of love. Maybe another pup to play with? She tries to play with my mother’s cat (who hates all other animals) and she chases birds and tries to catch them mid-air.

She’s addicted to the pool. She tries to ride on floaties, but when they are removed, she bites them. We’re trying to fix this. She also doesn’t like when people swim underwater in the pool; her instincts are to bark and to try to pull the swimmer out of the water. Not a bad instinct, but it makes it rather difficult to swim with her around.

She’s had her first set of shots, overdue on her second (will have them soon).

Our vet refuses to fix her until she’s older.

Quirks:
- I’ve already mentioned the pool, right?
- She collects sticks. When she was allowed free reign in and out of the house, she brought sticks in and hid them under the couch. Even tried a log from the fire-bin outside.
- She did carry a blanket with her everywhere, but it became tattered and trashed (bad daddy!).
- She has a thing for towels. I suspect it is because she now has no blanket to carry with her.
- She thinks she’s a lapdog. It’s cute now, but when/if she gets bigger….
- She once found a dead baby bird in the backyard. She brought it to the back door and barked insanely until my dad disposed of it. Apparently it didn’t belong.
- She chews rocks. She digs them up and carries them everywhere. Be warned.
- She chews bushes. In process of trying to break her of this.
- She jumps and tries to chew tree limbs. Suspected bird hunting; she only does it when birds are in said tree. Again, trying to break her of this.
- She hates sqeeky toys. She has effectively hidden the two squeaky toys bought (a rubber sqeaky stick and the squeaky green thing pictured below). They have not been seen since she hid them two and a half months or so ago.

I would love to give her up as free, but I didn’t get her completely free. I don’t think she’s pure German Shephard, which would be a pricey sale to be sure. I do know she’s at the very least part Shephard.

If anyone is interested, ESPECIALLY IN THE DALLAS/FORT WORTH AREA, please email me or leave a comment.

Her price is $250. (I’m willing to negotiate)

Savannah roughly 2 1/2 months old, playing with Big Ed

Savannah as of July 23, 2006. Wet from playing in the pool and carrying a stick.

I’m late,
I’m late,
For a very important date.
No time to say "Hello."
Goodbye.
I’m late,
I’m late,
I’m late.

Yikes! I almost went all day Thursday not realizing it was Thursday! Perhaps because work was odd today. But then again it was the same. Contradictions at it’s best unless you were there to understand. *sigh*

So, today’s HNT was taken at work a few weeks ago. MmmmHmmm. We have a daily ice-cream man. He sells ice-cream to the production workers at $1 for anything in his push-cart. So, I sweet talk one of the guys into running out and getting me a FudgeBomb. They’re great.

Was watching Criminal Minds earlier and I had an idea for my HNT. See, I did this a LONG time ago, and it was fun. It’s more fun with cutting and pasting, but when photoshop is at hand…..it’s just tedious! *sigh*

FINALLY it turned out right. Enjoy my two photo collage. Later I will post the two shots I used, both taken with my phone (bad quality).

Big Dick is remodeling his master bed & bath. While doing so, he requested his followers readers to post a pic of their ’shitter’.

I consider this task complete. However, it may not be exactly what he wanted, it’s what I found upon entering the bathroom to take said photo.

I even marked the blur of grey cat fur for you.

I woke this morning not realizing it was Thursday. My tip off? Big Ed’s HNT! For once, he posted BEFORE me AND I didn’t have to bug him either!

Well, I had my HNT picture chosen this past weekend. I did a few shots of me with my camera while at a few red-lights on the way home last Friday and chose my favorite for today.

This shot was actually taken while waiting my turn at drive-up banking.

This HNT is named for the collar and seatbelt, both of which are forms of containment: the seatbelt for obvious reasons, and the collar contains my sexual being solely for my "owner" (boyfriend).

I love the braids. That’s what I’m doing again today, too. Big Ed loves toying with them and the people at work get a kick out of tugging them. So, you see, fun all around, and with Big Ed to come home to? *SMILE*WINK*

( And for those of you who complain I never write anymore, one post back is the first story in months. Enjoy )

Just a quickie today. Enjoy!

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Picture relinked; it will work now

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Refer to [THIS] post for explination about [THIS] HNT picture.

Life is like a deck of cards.
Ya never know what you’ll be dealt next
And countin’ can get ya kicked out faster.
Beginner’s luck only goes so far,
As everyone finds out sooner or later.
Eventually you’re wise enough to the game
That the money don’t really matter at all,
And you find all bets are off.
Those faithful to the game will earn their winnings,
Albeit sometimes small compared to the outpouring they gave.
Then there are the privelaged few,
Who can sit back with a smile;
They believe they’ve rigged the play,
Expecting big returns.
They would not sit so high
If only they knew the dealer.

Gonna be busy the next few days.

Be back soon.

Let’s go back a few weekends, shall we? I just got my film developed (*gasp* FILM!?!?!) of the fun zoo weekend and Mother’s Day. The zoo was two weekends ago? It doesn’t really matter, because I HAVE PICTURES!

Now, in all fairness, Big Ed doesn’t like his photos shown….so I will show him and me together and then his leg.

Yea, you heard right, now pay attention to the tale!

The Zoo
We went out and about that morning. I felt like shit (damn car sickness…) by the time we finished hunting down yard sales and garage sales and estate sales, but was determined not to ruin our plan — to see the poor innocent caged aminals in the poor recreated outdoor environments at the local animal prison zoo. Big Ed claims he’s all "look at the poor big kitty in the tiny yard" kinda sympathetic and whatnot…claims his exwife refused to take him back to the zoo because of it…. Let me say, I heard not much of that kind of words spewing from his mouth…. Kind of a let down, really…

We got there around one in the afternoon. Walked a LOT. The fresh air rid me of my car sickness (in all honesty, I had thought I’d outgrown it…damn), but my legs were still rather weak and my feet began aching after awhile.

We walked up and down, down and up. The Fort Worth Zoo has this thing going through July 9th…DinoRoars…Robotic dinosaurs hidden among the animals….Figured I’d let LittleOne take pictures of those when she goes later this month, but it was kinda cool (a scavenger hunt for kids–to get them to come to the zoo and see the animals)…

We saw one of my favorites, the zebra. Then we saw my old highschool mascot, the ram. And we also passed by the most laid back dudes ever, the kangaroos!

Had a few pictures of us thrown in there, but none too pretty; it was hot, we were sweaty, and Big Ed just doesn’t like his looks (some bullshit about being too overweight….) so none of those are coming from the zoo. Maybe later

Mother’s Day
We spent Mother’s Day with my family. Partially because his was out of town, partially because I wanted my boyfriend with me (although my family doesn’t know he’s my boyfriend), and partially because it was a fish fry — you just can’t pass up a fish fry!

Before we arrived, my mom told me about a conversation between my brother and my dad:
brother: "So who all is coming today?"
dad: "Your sister and her boyfriend, your uncle and his boys, your grandmother, and Kitten and her….and her….and Big Ed"

*giggle*

So while there, Big Ed met Savannah. I think she likes him, don’t you?

Anyway, this isn’t from mother’s day, but it’s the same outfit I wore…It’s my HNT for this week, from this past weekend at our cookout
Don’t we look good?

I have a laid back office. I also have a minor rant on them to come later.

The office doesn’t require any special dress, it only requests that you dress comfortably and somewhat appropriately.

This isn’t uncommon for me.

**edit** the link doesn’t seem to be working for me, so here is the pic:

The plan is to work up the courage and save up the money to get a custom tattoo.

THIS is where I’m gonna get it. Whatcha think? ;P

serenity - a disposition free from stress or emotion

We finally found a name for Smokey.

He came to us as Smokey, how unoriginal is that? He has had the nicknames Spazcat, Spaz, and Scrat, but those aren’t real names.

Brutus fits him.

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And I know I didn’t do an HNT yesterday; would you if you were still hugging the toilet? I’ll have a double shot next week, to make up for this week.

I know, keep with the wounds theme, but I was terribly ill last night and I couldn’t leave my new best friend (the toilet)….which means I had no time to type.

..Yea, I was sick. Severely. I came home and needed a nap, but I lay in bed for nearly an hour in pain; my stomache was in knots and it didn’t let up until nearly puking every inch of my intestines up.

I would be crying food poisoning from the shrimp I had at lunch, but my stomache was already upset before breakfast. The 24hr tummy bug again? *shiver*

Anyway, y’all came here looking for nekkid me, not some gross story (I know Trash, I got your comment). So I present you with a photoshopped bodypaint picture:

(maybe I love cats too much?)

***CALLOUT: Comment even if you just surf the pictures***

Today’s post is part one of a collection from various people in my life as well as a few true stories. True, this might make it a long post, but I figured installments would do well all around.

My theme is wounds. There are several kind of wounds I would like to cover, so let’s get started, shall we?

COOK WOUNDS
Every good cook has horror stories, and I’m not talking about food gone wrong. A little after I moved in here, my mother sent me a picture text, the body of the message read "This is what happens when a steam bubble explodes on a thumb!" That’s my mother’s latest cook wound. So what’s my story? My first real cook wound! I was four when I learned to make fried taters and five when I got my first wound. I was in charge of stirring the skillet, but the handle was sticking over the stove. Of course I had learned kitchen safety, and one of the main rules is handles DO NOT hang over the edge. Yes, I went to put it where it belonged….and I got burned. Castiron skillets do that, ya know.

Now, before I present you today’s HNT, I feel compelled to forewarn you about the gore of the fresh wound; mine’s simply a highlighted scar: two cook wounds (no, not "cock wounds", that comes later)

Still to come:
-PLAY WOUNDS
-MOVING WOUNDS
-SEX WOUNDS

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 2 times; The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to… the Second Level of Hell! Second Level of Hell: You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

What sent me to Level2? I took another test to find out…

Shocking results?

Your Sins are Revealed, Your Fate is Sealed

Your sin has been measured. You have committed many sins, but Lust is the mortal sin that has done you in. Just below, discover your full sinful breakdown and learn what it is about you that codemns you to hell.

(Personally I’d've thought my pride was higher than that…)

How appropriate that I land in Second Level: Lust, don’t you agree? And since it *is* Thursday, it is time for an HNT shot, and, huh, wudd’yaknow…it’s HellFire themed! Hehe! Below is today’s shot: a shot of my new ear-wrap and my red hair.

Now, before you all get upset about my hair, let me say this: it was orange when I first dyed it, but I’ve been using Pantene ProV Red Expressions, which has honestly deepened the color…something I was hoping for. It’s nowhere near the dark velvet red I would like, but it will work for now.

Especially since it’s decent enough to pass for Hell’s Belle red.

Hell’s Belles
Hell’s Belles know no bounds
Their voices carry on the winds
Singing softly in men’s ears

Hell’s Belles win again
Their triumph flies through the air
Gliding silenty though the clouds
Dragging the wails of captive men
Growing ever more grand and bold
Swimming the skies of red and gold

As BigEd graciously pointed out, I colored my hair this past weekend. It was a gift from my sister for my birthday.

I’m betting that she picked it up on the sales rack at the store, considering Ultress isn’t being offered any more by Clairol.

The color was the Ultress #6RO - Hot Red. If you ask me, it was one of those nearly blonde reds that I am weary of. My hair was actually ORANGE when complete, which is why I said nothing just quite yet. I wanted to see if it would fade a little. And it did. It’s gorgeous. I don’t have a picture of it, but I promised one to my mother and sister (I said goodbye before my hair dried, they didn’t see the final result — yes, that would be my mother’s hand holding the hair dye in the picture).

Maybe a decent picture next week?

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Shh…a gratis picture: [CLICK]

This is actually a contest photo….
…make up the best story of what I was doing when that shot was taken…
…the closest and the best one (two winners) get a prize(+)

Good luck to ye all!

(+ prize not yet determined)

It’s Mardi Gras…

…where’s my beads?

Kittens are possessive. Everything we see or touch and everything within our domain is our possession. "Owners" don’t even own us; we own them.

We’re not quite as vocal as the seagulls from Finding Nemo, but it’s the same concept: see it, claim it.

Care for a short (three part) list of my posessions?

First, we start off easy and light…

BigEd and I went window shopping this past weekend. It was great. Or so he thought. We share his matress; my bed has shifted on down the line to my littlest sister. His bedframe was broken LONG before I ever showed up; so guess what we were window shopping for!!

In the event we are still together and I deem it alright, I may move with him in July. If I do, we are most assuredly getting a new bed (frame at least). While we’re at it, a new bedroom set would do nicely too

So we made it to TheRoomStore. We walked a bit. And lookie what I found and claimed:

Trust me, it’s much prettier, bigger, and darker in person. And it’s not really all that expensive; I mean, all we’d get would be the bed, the armior, two bedside tables, and the dresser/mirror….

Second, and my HNT for this week, my newest, most purrrrtiest possession: my new collar.

And last, but certainly not least, my most prized possession: my owner.

BUT this isn’t just my owner; it’s BigEd all dressed up…. And not just dressed up, but OMG HE’S A HUNK dressed up. I’m talking straight out of many of my historical fantasies dressed up. I mean MINE.

Drool all you want; he’s MINE!!!!

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Now, while y’all go off to work or snoop through more HNT posts, I will be off at the cardiologist.

What’s scarying me is my recent asthma attack — Tuesday night. Massive. I’m still suffering.

I figured I’d try something different this Thursday.
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I dug through my database (thank you, hun, I owe ya something for it…oh wait, nevermind you get a reoccurring reward…) and pulled this one for this week because I thoroughly enjoy it…the way the water is splayed out from me rinsing and flipping my hair….

…you know you enjoy it…

Happy HNT

A long debate between me and BigDick ended when I promised a photo of my, in my view, ugly stretchmarks. He claims there aren’t any on the breast that can be considered ugly. I disagree. These stretchmarks, though fairly old (a few months I believe), have not shifted to white as have the rest of the stretchmarks. This is only my right breast; the left is slightly better looking (finally).

I love to dance. See?!?! However, at the time this photo was taken, I hadn’t danced in a LONG time. And when you’re that out of shape and trying to do what I used to do…it don’t work!

And speaking of work, I’m getting used to everyone and they’re getting used to having me around too. And I’ve decided I’m moving into the area. I’ll keep y’all up to date as details mosey on in.

Right now, I’m going to go and fall asleep. I can’t seem to get enough of that these days. HAPPY THURSDAY!

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Good morning people!
As I promised a fellow HNTer, here is my lovely little mole and the hidden freckle above it. I bet you see neither, though. *giggle*

I’m more than likely still bouncing off the walls and running off excess nerves. Did I mention I got the job?

Happy Thursday to you too!