Dogs should be more like Cats.

Seriously, now that I'm living with my cat and Chris' dog...and we had that other naughty dog Gus staying with us for a while...I know I would like them better if they were more like the cat.

Cats take care of themselves.
Cats don't smell bad, in fact a lot of the time, mine smells like she just took a shower.
Cats don't eat nasty things.
Cats (once they are fixed) don't get random hard-ons. (In the case of boy cats, this doesn't apply to my princess.)
Cats usually don't go outside the litter box unless there is something wrong or it is full.
You can take a weekend trip and if you have to, you can leave the cat home alone.
Cats wash themselves regularly.

Dogs have to be cared for constantly.
Dogs smell rotten and have to be given regular baths.
Dogs make people's houses stink.
Dogs eat nasty things like trash, cat poop, and vomit...not to mention nasty things in the yard.
Dogs get random hard-ons. C'mon...no one wants to see that.
Dogs have to be let out, and then they leave bombs all over the yard that have to be cleaned up.
Dogs cannot be left home alone for more than a few hours, if they are...humans will regret it.
Dogs (in this case, Gus) sometimes pee all over the carpet and bath mats for no reason, and crap in the guest room.
Dogs (in this case, Gus) attack the cat for no reason, causing her to loose hair and be stressed.
Dogs don't clean themselves as well. Sonny is so fat he can't reach his own butt to clean it properly.

Oh, and dogs...especially my dog, as this was just brought again to my attention. Have nasty, smelly dog farts. :P

Don't get me wrong, I love Sonny for the most part. He is a VERY sweet dog, won't hurt anyone without reason. He loves the cat and they play together. He is also cute. BUT, he smells, he eats nasty things, he gets random hard-ons, and he can't take care of himself like Luna can. Gus, well, we all know about Gus. He was a very bad dog when he was here. Pissing and pooping on everything and growling at and attacking everyone for no reason. He is fine where he is now, and that's great, but he made me much more of a cat person when he was here.

I think all boy animals are nasty before they get fixed, my ex-cat Sniper was disgusting before he got fixed, but after that, he wasn't gross anymore, just naughty.

I told Chris that once Sonny goes to heaven, we are only getting girl animals from now on. He said, "Girl dog's get their periods." True, ALL female animals get their periods, but you get them fixed and they don't anymore, just like humans. And just like humans, male animals are nasty. :)~

Below are pictures of my princess, Luna, and Chris dog Sonny. Gus is in previous blogs, and he doesn't live here anymore...so no picture.




Sonny is also camera shy. He leaves the room whenever a camera comes out, even if its not on or pointed at him. The only one that can get him to pose is Chris. Chris is the only one who can get him to do ANYTHING.

Chris is allergic to cats, but there is no sign of it at all. When he was first around her, he got stuffed up...but not now and she regularly sleeps by him. Not to mention I will kiss her and then kiss him and it doesn't bother him. :) He says he doesn't like her, but I catch him petting her and giving her treats. :)

On a HAPPIER note! TEN WEEKS!!!

Yes, that's right. I am now ten weeks along. I'm not sure how I feel though. I still have a hard time fathoming what is going on inside my body. It still just feels like I have a really long lasting flu. Next week Friday is my next doctor appointment. I am going to make sure they show me my baby. I NEED to see my baby. I need to see that it is OK, and that I don't just have a nasty flu bug, I'm creating life. I have a tiny little person in my belly. It's up to me to make sure this little one comes out OK. Me and God that is. I can't do it without him.

So happy happy. TEN WEEKS and counting.

Sister Wives

OK. I know most people outright do not agree with a man having more than one wife. I don't really have a problem with it except for the fact that I think a woman should be able to have more than one husband if she wants as well. So there is no double standard. He gets multiple sex partners and housekeepers, she should get the same if she wants.

Would I ever be a sister wife? HELL NO. Chris is mine and mine only, and I know he feels the same way about me. We waited a long time for each other and we are not going to botch it by adding "others". I am a very jealous creature and he is too, and the fact that we love each other and want each other ONLY and selfishly is good for us. It works for us.

If other people are OK with having multiples in their family and everyone involved is OK with it, than that is their right as far as I'm concerned. I will NEVER share, but it's not up to me to judge those who want to.

I watched the show "Sister Wives" the other day. I like the women, they are nice, they know what they want, they are happy. I don't really like the guy that much. Maybe it's his horrid hair cut? I don't know....or maybe it's being raised to believe bigamy is wrong and that is still carrying over a bit. Who knows, but as long as all of them are happy...who really cares?

Week EIGHT and counting.

So far this pregnancy thing has been way overrated. I have just started my 7th week, and I'm so tired of it all already. I don't even feel like there is really anything special going on...I just feel sick all the time.

Every time Chris kisses me or whatever, I have to remember that I am not sick with something contagious, I'm creating life. He can't catch what I have.

I hardly eat, which I know is not good for the baby, but I never feel very good and it's hard to choke anything down. Then like the other day...I manage to eat pretty good and something (cat vomit) makes me sick and I puke.

I normally am one of those people that can go to sleep at night and sleep straight through to the next afternoon. Not anymore. I wake up in the night now and just lay there trying to fall back asleep to the loud snoring of Chris and Sonny. It's so frustrating. I have heartburn, and my tummy hurts.

Every little thing worries me, as I lost two babies before at or around the eight week mark. I'm so scared this baby isn't going to make it. Everything is different this time though, so I hope that is a good sign. The first two times, I didn't have any of these problems. I even have acne. Me, the only Kinmonth girl to have near perfect skin, now has pimples. I also have to shave way more often, my "body" hair is growing at an alarming rate.

Chris has the food cravings that I should have. He is eating more now that he probably has ever eaten, and starting to get a little sympathy belly because of it. I wish some of the nutrients from what he is eating would somehow get into the baby.

It also looks like he won't be here when the baby is born. Or even for the entire last trimester. The baby will be at least 7 months old by the time he meets him or her. That sucks really bad. I don't know what I'm gonna do without him. There is still a chance he will be able to get out of it, however minor. He was sposto get out in August, (he thought October) but now the bastards are extending him through the deployment.

Tomorrow is my first actual ObGyn visit and another ultrasound. I really hope we can see a heart flutter at least. This baby has to make it.

Oh, and for those of you that don't know. Gus no longer lives here. The little shit is probably the naughtiest dog I have ever had. The last straw was when Chris CAUGHT him pissing on the wall and when he went to punish him Gus tried to bite him. I'm not having my baby crawl around in dog piss and risk getting bitten. He lives with his aunt now and is a perfect little angel. Little shit. I am so tired of the stink of piss in my house. I told Chris we have to get a shampooer this weekend. He soaked one whole half of the house.

Well, that's it for now. I'm so tired, it's way to early to be up, but I couldn't sleep and a voice in my head kept telling me to get up and eat something. So I had some crackers.

Last Phone Call

I've been thinking...what would be different if my dad had called me when he was dying instead of my sisters. Would he still be alive?

For those of you that don't know my dad died in 2002 the day before my birthday, we hadn't really been getting along because every time we hung out he would say stuff about my mom that depressed me. The last time I saw him was a week before he died and he brought me a present and lunch to work. It didn't go the greatest for some reason...

Leah had become really good friends with dad, spending a ton of time with him, missing a lot of school to help him with grandpa's estate in Missouri, so on this last fateful trip, she didn't go. She needed to be in school. Then the last phone call he made was to her, but she was busy working on something, and she needed a break. Dad could get kinda hard to talk to when you did it as much as she was. So she didn't answer.

He also called Hannah...Hannah has never been easy to get ahold of. She leaves her phone places all the time...people find it in stores and it has to be mailed to her. So of course, she didn't answer either.

He didn't call me.

I am the one who has my phone with me 24/7, I almost always answer my phone. What would have happened if he had called me? I know I would have answered, but would I have believed he was as sick as he was and sent help? Or would I have thought he was being typical dad, (always sick with something or other), and just talked to him for a few minutes, and let him go. Would I have the guilt of letting him die, or would he have lived?

I think it was his time to go.

He didn't go to the hospital because he didn't have health insurance. I think if he was meant to live, God may have had him call me, the one child of his that would always answer the phone. (Nothing against my sisters, I just have this irrational (for the most part) need to answer when someone calls.)

If God had led him to call me, instead of them, I would have answered, but would I have believed him and sent help? Who knows. If not, then maybe it still would have been his time to go, but at least then he could have talked to one of his baby girls before he died...rather than voicemails.

The one thing I do have...he called me to ask me a question a few days before he died. He was about to hang up, and I blurted out "I love you!" He replied, "I love you too Kido." That was the last time I heard from him. At least I got to say that.

Cist

I am at the tail end of my third week of being pregnant. I have a cist on my left ovary the size of a lemon. When I got the positive result on the test I knew that I was exactly two weeks pregnant. Pretty much the day it happened, things started to change. I started becoming more moody and bitchy, and started getting sharp pains in my tummy.

Turns out the cist has been there for a while, but now that the baby is in there making me produce extra estrogen, it's growing faster, and causing pain. They have to monitor it because if it turns on itself it will block the blood flow to the ovary and they will have to operate, which could hurt the baby. It could also explode, which would hurt like hell, but shouldn't hurt the baby.

Right now I can feel it squatting in me, I can actually feel it. It doesn't feel right at all. It's an interloper in my body. I've had cists before, but I couldn't feel them...until they ruptured. This one is huge, and I want it gone.

The Peace Sign

For years I've known people who would refuse to wear the peace sign because they said it was an upside down or satanic cross in a circle with broken arms. I've always felt they were complete idiot's, no matter how much I loved the person...then I just came across this article about it...which proves to me that they really are idiots.

Where did the peace sign come from?

By Melissa Breyer
More from Care2 Green Living blog

It is instantly recognizable as a sign of peace, but what is the symbolism behind the peace sign?

The olive branch came from ancient Greece, the dove from the Bible … but where did that circle with the chicken-footprint come from?

Rewind back to 1958 when London textile designer, Gerald Holtom, wanted to create a symbol for marchers to carry on banners and signs at a "Ban the Bomb" march planned by the Direct Action Committee Against Nuclear War (DAC). The event was Britain’s first major demonstration against nuclear weapons -- a 52-mile march from London to the town of Aldermaston, home to an A-bomb research center.

Members of the DAC came to the march emblazoned with Holtom’s circle-with-lines symbol; but to bystanders, its meaning was a mystery.

Nowadays we all know what the symbol stands for, but what is the meaning behind the design? Holtom created the symbol by combining flag semaphore signals, an alphabet signalling system where flags are waved in a particular pattern to symbolize different letters. The system was used in the maritime world in the 1800s to convey information at a distance.

Holtom used the signals for the letters "N" for nuclear and "D" for disarmament and put them in a circle. The symbol is essentially a logo for the concept of nuclear disarmament! Such graphic elegance.

Later the symbol was adopted by the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND). In 1960, the peace sign was imported to the United States via a peace sign button brought from the U.K. to the U.S. by Philip Altbach, a freshman at the University of Chicago.

The symbol had shown up here and there in the U.S. prior to that, but when Altbach convinced the Student Peace Union to adopt the sign as its symbol, the popularity of the peace sign grew immensely. By the late 1960s, the peace sign had become an international symbol adopted by anti-war protesters, and it doesn't seem to be losing steam any time soon.

See, for those of you who think the peace sign is a satanic cross with broken arms...you are really f'd up in your heads. :)

Cuteness. :)

Ripped off by Office Depot

K, so I needed some papers scanned and saved into a single PDF file. Thing is, they were fragile carbon copy papers, rather than regular typing paper.

I had 9 of them and she told me that because she had to take the extra half a second per page to set them "on the glass" that it cost $2.99 per page to scan it.

If they were regular typing paper and able to be sucked in by the machine, they would cost $2.99 for the first and $.25 for each additional.

So to scan 9 pieces of paper it cost me $27.00 when it should have cost me, $4.99. THAT IS THE BIGGEST BIT OF BULL SHIT that I have come across in a long time.

It took her literally 45 seconds to scan them, and it cost me $27.00 because she had to "lay them on the glass." You would think in this economy they would pull their heads out of their asses and charge a fair price. It should be the same $.25 no matter if it is sucking or on the glass.

She had a really bad attitude about it too, and my number one pregnancy symptom so far? Pure bitchiness...I was not near as bad as I could have been though. My mom called, so I had to turn it down.

I am feeling super bitchy though, I want to take it out on someone and I try not to take it out on Chris. It's not his "fault"...well it is, but it's not. LOL. I have a hard time controlling it though, it just comes out that way. This little incident with a worthless place, that I am no longer going to shop at...just made me steamy.

Can you imagine?

This is a portrait of Elizabeth the First, the Virgin Queen. Can you imagine dressing like this every day? Or even just for state occasions?

Soda-Coke Recap

Well, for months and months I didn't have any and my cravings were gone. Then I went to Olive Garden with Chris and he insisted that I have a Coke. I can now drink Coke without relapsing. I drink other soda's too, but the main thing I crave is water. :)

Yay me!

Gus

Well, we got a new dog. A chihuahua. I've been bugging Chris since we got married to get me a chihuahua, they are all over the place down here, you would think it was California...and now I have one.

One of Chris' friends friends is being deployed and she had an 11 year old male named Gus that needed a place to go. She talked me into it, not hard, and I got Chris to let me have him. He is HUGE, about the size of a cocker spaniel. Chris said that if he was as big as a normal chihuahua...or I should say as small as one, that he wouldn't let me have him. It also helps that he is "on his way out".

He growled and snapped at the other dog Sonny the first night, but now they are ok with eachother unless Sonny goes by his food. He still growls at Luna though. If he hurts her ever he is out the door, but his old mom assures me that he will not.

So now that is another dog to include in the Christmas card...and to take with us when we travel. He is cute though. Long haired. I love having a little dog in the house. I like little animals much more than I like big ones. Though I do love my Sonny.

Christmas Cards

Yes it is a tad early for a Christmas post, but my friend Kristin has been after me to put something on here and the only thing that I can think of is Christmas.

Normally I would just get the box of cards from Walgreen's and then pick one for each person based on the picture on the front. My mom thought that was cool, that I wouldn't just pick random ones for everyone, that each person would get a "special" one.

Last year was mine and Chris' first Christmas together as a couple and I drew our card. (See below.) The only thing about it is I was working at the time and I am at my most creative when I am supposed to be working. So I am having a very hard time thinking of what to draw for this years card. I also have to include the dog this year cause he is living with us. Last year only Luna (the cat) was with us. Also...if I am pregnant by Christmastime, I want to include a "baby on the way".

So, I'm at a loss, no idea what to draw for our card this year. Seems rather pointless to get a job I don't want just so I get creative. :)

Also, Chris thinks it's stupid to include the animals at all, cause they are just animals, but I have to. I also don't know how we are going to take a family picture cause the dumb dog is scared of camera's and takes off each time you try to get a picture.

Oh well, for my two lovely readers if you have any ideas, send them my way.

I had to steal this from my friend Kristin.

The big cat, looks like my cat Luna. Isn't this just adorable?!

Soda Coke Rewind

Just an update on the very first blog I ever posted. The one regarding giving up Coke (the soda not the drug).

I didn't end up giving it up for good until 2-16-10 Fat Tuesday was my last. I have not had a coke in over 5 months. I recently had my first soda period, an Orange something or other. It was quite a shock to the system that first sip.

I lost at least an inch around my waist just from giving that up. Not bad I guess, wish it could be more!!!




Oh and word to the wise. DIET is far WORSE for you than regular is. Regular soda has real sugar in it which the body turns into energy. Diet soda on the other hand has fake sugar (sugar substitutes) which the body is clueless when it comes to using. So it stores this lovely stuff as fat. So when you go to Mc'D's and get your #1 Super sized with a Diet...I hope you don't think you are saving yourself some weight issues. That said, fat doesn't make you fat...sugar makes you fat. So yes, real soda will also make you fat, just not as quickly as diet.

Enjoy!

Wedding Cake Fiasco

OK, so in the previous post I told you that the photographers sister did my wedding cake.

Here is a description of what I wanted and a picture of what I got.

I wanted a two stack cake, ROUND, WHITE, with crushed candy canes just around the BOTTOM EDGES of the tiers. Chocolate on the inside.

This is what I got.



COMPLETELY CHOCOLATE inside and out, SQUARE, with crushed candy canes COVERING the SIDES.

When my mom picked it up she didn't know what to do. She wasn't exactly sure what I had ordered, but was pretty sure this wasn't it, but as it was the day before the wedding...not much we could do about it. "Oh well."

Wedding Pictures

Well, I have been married for seven months today, and my wedding pictures have been on my mind a lot lately. I got some nice ones out of the photographer, but I have a major peeve that I think it's time I let out. Not to mention, no one reads my blog anyway, so no big deal right?

OK, here is the scoop. I was pressured hard core into using the photographer that I did. He is the husband of a girl that Chris and I went to school with and the minute and I mean the minute we went public with our engagement, she pushed him at me.

I looked at his webpage and I was very unimpressed. He would later tell me, "My page sucks." It wasn't the page...it was the work. The wedding pictures on there were not good at all. The composition was bad...and just bad. I didn't say one way or the other, I just put it off.

Then crunch time came, we decided to do the real wedding instead of courthouse and I asked her if she knew someone that could make a cake for me. She said her husbands (the photographers) sister could, and once again pushed her husband at me. I love her don't get me wrong, and I would push my husband too if the situation was reversed, but then he gets on the phone and it just went from there. He talks a good, high pressure sales game, but his work was a disappointment.

K, so he gave me a deal $400.00 instead of $700.00 or whatever, but he didn't get one, not ONE single picture of me at the alter facing Chris. He only got ONE picture of Chris with his hat on, everyone else got lots more. He didn't edit the redness out of my skin at all. Granted he cut my price...but does that mean I shouldn't get good pictures? That I have to look at my blotchy red skin for all time?

Then here is the kicker. I wasn't happy to begin with right, I didn't want the guy from the start, and I post pictures that other people took that I liked better than some that he took and I say as much. He FLIPS OUT. The pictures I liked better were with Chris in his hat and just absolute joy on both our faces. They are too bright because the small camera's activated his big flashes, but he FLIPPED OUT because someone else captured what I had been paying him to capture and he failed to do.

His main thing was that the lighting in them was bad, well no shit, but lighting isn't everything. They captured the spirit I wanted and the hat!

He would send me these long ass emails bitching about how I should be grateful because he gave me a discount and whatever, but you know what? I'm the bride, and though there were a few great pictures (of Chris) at the alter, overall I was not happy, and yet I'm the bad guy for saying this? How is this professional. I am the bride and I did not get what I wanted, and this gives him a right to bitch at me? I think not.

I love his wife, she is a great person, but I think in a way I would have been better off saving my $400.00.

Oh and he took credit for my idea when it came to the rings. Sorry honey, that was my creativity, not yours!

I will give him credit for the great pictures that I did get, but I am making public to the few people this blog will reach how very unprofessional he was and how I wish I would have had Morgan Miller do my pictures!

He also bitched and said it was my fault for having such a short amount of time to work in, but you know what? I used to model many years ago. If you are a great photographer, it doesn't matter how much time you have, you make it happen! Word to the wise, never bitch at the bride asshole.

(This picture of Chris was the one. That was the ultimate picture, one that I really really wanted, and he managed to get for me.) So kudos for that. 

This picture is the one and ONLY one he got with Chris in his hat. I wasn't even looking at the camera and he didn't retake it.



(This is the picture that a NONprofessional took that I liked better. Look at the joy on our faces!!!)

So if you want great or even good wedding pictures minus a diva attitude do not use Bailz Photography out of Beloit, WI. Use Morgan Miller out of Bowling Green, KY.

See next blog for wedding cake (his sister remember) fiasco.