Itty Bitty (Newborn) Kitty

Here's mom in her nest with the babies...



And here's one of the kittens. So young, their umbilical cords are still attached!



Very cute, and momma is purring like a machine all the time.

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UPDATE:
OMG...just got to recount the kitties, since Momma was taking a break...now there are SIX. I guess that first day she was in the middle of having them when I counted!

*sigh*

More kittens. The other female cat just had a litter today. She was looking mighty round up until yesterday, then today we saw her curled up in a hole in the ground, purring like an engine, wrapped around three kittens (I counted when she had to go to the bathroom).

Not exactly the smartest place for a nest, especially since it's not under cover. If it rains, there are going to be some really wet kitties! Or drowned ones. :(

Well, like her sister, she's a first-time mom, she'll learn better from experience.

My pups are extremely interested, but haven't ventured close enough to feel mama's wrath. She let Silver and me actually pet her babies...so soft!

I yet again tried to convince my roommate to at least have the females spayed, so they don't keep having litter after litter, but he's firmly convinced that spaying/neutering pets will "alter their nature", so he's having none of it. The cats are here to control vermin, that is their sole function. And he also says that kittens are "easy to take care of". *sigh*

Oh, well. For a few weeks I'll enjoy playing with the babies. The older kittens are extremely skittish and scatter like fat, furry cockroaches when I come near them. No fun! Cute, though.

I forgot to mention this...

but I was awarded a small scholarship for my summer classes! It's $200, which I guess isn't that much, but every bit helps and I can purchase at least some of my textbooks with this. w00t!

Thanks to Brigid and Gay_Cynic for being so kind as to let me use them as references! Not that the college actually called them...LOL!

I hope

I was chatting with an older colleague today about her 89-year-old mother. Annie, my co-worker, is a bit worried about her, since she's apparently still off gallivanting about the world, having fun.

After expressing her fear that her mom might fall and hurt herself, Annie visibly shook herself and said, "Well, my mom is just really cool and AWESOME. So nothing will get her down!"

All I could think is that I hope someday MY girls will still say things like that about me. :)

I massaged a guy today

whose armpit hair looked like a muppet.

I kept expecting his armpit to talk to me. Or maybe start playing the drums.

FYI

It's not easy doing a foot massage when your right butt-cheek is cramping up into a tiny, extremely angry and painful ball.

It's also not easy to refrain from SCREAMING IN AGONY when this occurs.

Just sayin'.

Another broken promise.

Why am I not surprised?

An interesting article on some of the immediate effects of so-called "healthcare reform"

Draw Mohammed Day!

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And as always, I'm pimping my daughter's blog, since her Mohammed/Muhammad is far better than mine!

On our walk yesterday evening...

Silver took some pictures!











Finally, here's photographic PROOF of the GINORMOUS flagpole my roommate erected last week. My description of which caused much hilarity among my friends on the Gunblogger Conspiracy IRC channel. For some reason they doubted me. Silly people! You ask for proof, I deliver proof!

Quotes of the Day

First, overheard in the car:

"If you're going the speed limit, you don't belong on MY highway."

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Second, overheard outside the house:

"Yeah, my energy is spent. And I don't want to be raped by a goat."

Context is EVERYTHING. ;)

Overheard at the spa...

Client: So...did you massage all the fat on my thighs away?

Me: *blink blink*

Me: Ma'am, if that worked, I'd be massaging my OWN thighs all day long!

A Rare Breed, seldomly encountered...

..."Bitchosaurus".

"I don't WANT a hot stone massage, I want a SWEDISH massage!"

"I have to take my bra off?"

"I can't get comfortable!"

"Ow, that's tender!"

"Not so hard!"

"Are you going to keep rubbing the same spot over and over again?"

"My thighs! They're ticklish!"

"Ow, not so hard on my hip, I had that replaced two years ago!"

And at the very end of the massage...

"NOW I'm relaxed."

*whew*

Well, she made it...

FINALLY!

Stupid thunderstorms...

But she's HERE, and we're getting ready to eat a very late dinner. Crockpots rule, btw.

:D

Pics eventually to follow...after she gets a haircut. ;)

3...2...1...

Counting down...in a few short hours I'll be headed to the airport to pick up Silver.

Can't wait to see her!

After I pick her up, we're taking advantage of proximity and having dinner with Big Dick and Kelly, two of our favorite people!

Life is good. :)

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UPDATE: Silver's flight is delayed due to all the thunderstorms we're having, so we literally have a raincheck on dinner with Dick and Kelly. :( Plus, Silver is going batty at having to sit in Minneapolis for HOURS. Poor baby.

Motherfucker!

I just almost got hit head-on by a pickup truck being driven by a fucking moron who doesn't know how to drive in the rain. Asshole.

I did it

I quit my job at the chiropractor's with no hard feelings on either side. It's all good, and day after tomorrow I start doing massages in my own room at the local nail salon...I can't WAIT!

I passed!

Got an email from the head of the Computer Department at Nearby Community College today: I passed that stupid exam!

They were generous. I scored 69.65%, and they rounded it up to 70%.

Who cares?

I FUCKING PASSED!

I do not have to take the class, and it's one more prerequisite down. Yay!!

Silver is running with the big dogs now...

It seems that UND had to rename its agricultural camera that's onboard the International Space Station.

Guess who was involved in the discussion and selection of the new name?

Damn, kids sure do grow up fast!

What are the chances?

I live in a really, really small town. So small that I recognize people in the newspaper. So small that the folks at the library and gym greet me by name. So small that when I get to talking with some of them, we find we have mutual acquaintances.

But who'd have thought I'd run into a fellow BLOGGER in this tiny, little town? Especially since it was completely random, coincidental, even.

The funniest part of this is that Mulligan and I are friends on Facebook, yet didn't even recognize each other the first time we met, at the chiropractor's! We talked about guns then, which led to this encounter, since he was stopping by the office to drop off an issue of Concealed Carry magazine for me, as he knew I'd be interested in it! To top off the serendipity, it's my day off, and I was just stopping by the office myself to a)pick up the sunglasses I'd forgotten earlier, and b)drop off my massage chair, since I don't need it at the moment.

What a string of coincidences! Culminating in the discovery of many, MANY mutual blogfriends, and of course the ULTIMATE: the aforementioned fact that we are facebook friends, yet were oblivious to it until now.


NO MORE, I SAY!

Thanks for the magazine, Mulligan! I really enjoyed chatting with you, and I need to get a t-shirt that says: "I'm Blogging This."

Because it's so true.

Inappropriate

A grown woman has no business answering to the nickname "Cookie".

I don't care how sweet she is.

Nice!

I massaged a lady today who's been an RN for twenty years. We chatted about my aspirations and she had some really good advice for me.

One of the things she said to me was a real ego-booster; she told me I had healing hands, and that I will be a fantastic nurse!

She also told me that, no matter what, I should never stop massaging! LOL.

I have no intentions on quitting massage therapy. Regardless of my future career, I will always be a massage therapist. End of story.

I enjoy it far too much to give it up!

Interesting...

a client yesterday had two tattoos. Not a big deal, really; many clients have tattoos. What made this client interesting was the location of her tattoos:

She had a tattoo on the dorsal surface of each big toe, one tiny butterfly and one tiny ladybug. I wish I could have asked her the significance of these tattoos, but my biggest rule during a massage is only speaking when spoken to. I never initiate a conversation.

So my curiosity will remain unappeased. Dammit.