Thursday, March 29, 2007
Our neighbor's lilac bush/tree is budding also, love those too. Every year I want to go over and cut some off and bring into the house to make the place smell good but since we don't talk to them I don't think it's a good idea. Actually, they moved, there's new people there now. I haven't met 'em yet but I guess H Ditty met the man the other day. Still, don't think it would be such a good idea to do it though.
I like spring, it's my second favorite season. I wish the temp would stay about what it is in the fall and spring. Summer is too damn hot and humid and winter is too damn cold.
The best part of spring though is being able to open the windows and air out the house. Did that the other day for a couple days, it was great. Then the damn cold front had to come in and make me shut the windows and turn the heat back on. Sucked.
Oh well, it's on its way, that's all that matters.
Media quote of the day: Tra-la-la-la-la. Spring is in the air, and I am a flower with nothing interesting to say. - Slim in A Bug's Life
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Last night H Ditty and I went to see Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with his dad. No kids, just 3 adults. His nephew was supposed to go but he's grounded for a month (poor thing, he's only 5)so by the time he's out of juvie (is that spelled correctly?) the movie will no longer be in a good theater. So it was just us 3, I felt a little odd.
Turns out it wasn't half bad though. It was completely silly but for a PG kids movie it wasn't bad. I only watched a cartoon or two when it was on, my nephew who was around 5 when they were huge, would watch them when he was over but I hardly ever paid attention. I just remember pizza being mentioned a lot more. It hardly ever came up.
Anyway, that's been my excitement for the these last few days.
We're doing fine now for those of you who are wondering. We're sad without The BP, but we're doing fine. I put another photo up of him. Our friends in Canada sent HD an Email with a picture they took of him by our coffee table a few years back.
Media quote of the day:
Piece of pie. - Donatello
Mmm, piece of pizza pie! - Michaelangelo
This was not from the movie but from one of the cartoons.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Hello all, It's The Brat Prince here. I was finally able to convince my Momma to help me introduce myself to everyone.
My given name is Sid. Well, that's not entirely true either, that's a small portion of my name but because it's so unique and Momma doesn't want her family or friends to know about the site yet I can't put the whole thing out there. When my full name is googled only 4 sites come up so you'll have to be content with that.
As you can see I'm a gorgeous kitty. My coloring is ruddy, my fur is silky smooth, my eyes are a mix of yellow and green, mostly yellow and I have very soft touchable ears. I'm small and fast as lightning. I used to be able to jump from the floor to the top of the fridge. I haven't been able to do that for awhile now but then, I am 11 1/2 years old. I can still jump from one side of the kitchen, off of the garbage can, onto the top of the fridge though. The length of space is the same, if not a little longer, but since it's a little more horizontal rather than vertical it's easier.
I dislike my two little brothers. Momma and Poppa brought them in one day almost 7 years ago and they love to chase me and pounce on me. Crybaby is just too big for my little body to handle and I don't like him anyway. Pretty Boy, well, he's not too bad most of the time but sometimes I don't want to play so I have to hiss at him to get him to stop.
I like my little sister Whiskers though. She was brought in one day 8 1/2 years ago. We've always gotten along. When one of those boys would pounce on me and make me scream she'd come running ready to kick their ass. She didn't fight back too much when they'd do it to her but for me she was ready to put the smack down. She'd clean my head for me too and sometimes sleep with her butt or a paw touching me somewhere as if to make sure I was with her and ok.
Poppa wasn't a cat person, always considered himself a dog person until he met Momma and her two cats that had her at the time. They were pretty cool, I liked them too. One day not long after meeting Momma he bought her a coffee table book of cats and they were flipping through it together and they came across a picture of a gorgeous Abyssinian sitting on a pylon at sunset. He pointed at it and said, "I want one of those." The next day he went online and found a breeder just a couple towns over. They came in, took one look at me and said, "Yep, that's the one I want."
See how little I was at one time. That's an official size football helmet and I'm not much taller than it. Even fit inside it but Momma can't find the photo right now.
I was a cute little shit at the time, running all over the cat lady's kitchen and getting into everything. And when he brought me home I did the same at his home and because I was so damn adorable he denied me nothing. A couple months later he brought me home a playmate, a sister to hang out with. She got sick and died a few years ago, made Momma and Poppa very sad.
My favorite pastimes were leaping up onto that fridge and jumping up at the feathers they'd hang before me. I also loved stalking the feathers when they'd lay 'em down on the ground. I'd squat down, go very still so they wouldn't see me and then spring out and pounce on 'em and then run and hide and do it all again. Those dang feathers didn't hold a chance against me. Neither did that damn red dot. Even when it'd go half way up the wall, I still got it because I'm just that good. I love sleeping on top of Poppa's computer monitor, it's so warm and cozy up there. And at night the best place of all to sleep is in between the sheet and blanket curled up in the crook of Poppa's legs. I sleep with Momma too but only when Poppa isn't there because I'm nothing if not a Poppa's boy.
That's Poppa holding me in my favorite position to be held. When he or Momma would rub my belly and/or head I'd stick my left leg and paw up in the air giving them a "Hitler" solute.
I'd eat anything you'd put in front of me, well almost anything. I don't like corn chips but give me a Doritos and it'll be gone so fast you would think you imagined it being there. Popeye's Chicken, the spicy of course and bologna are the ultimate foods. M and P couldn't bring the chicken into the house without first locking me away so I wouldn't bug them the whole time they're eating. M never gave me any bologna but P always did. It still didn't make me stop bugging her for it though. But she got pretty smart and would only have it if I was occupied doing something else or I was locked away. Oh, don't worry about the "locked away" I mean that they would shut the door to the downstairs with me and my siblings upstairs. It's not like I was locked in the bathroom or a cage or anything.
Ooh, speaking of cages, I love the cat carrier. They can't bring it out without me wanting in it. Whenever anyone had to go to the vets and they'd bring the thing into the room I'd be the first on top of it, if the door was shut, or in it if it was open. They'd have to poor me out of it to be able to put the other one in. Loved that thing!
You may have noticed that I kept going between present and past tense. I can't help it, you see, I'm no longer here. As you may recall, M wrote how all of us got an upper respiratory infection and that I seemed to get hit the hardest. P took me to the vet and they gave me a different antibiotic to use along with different eye drops for my leaking eyes. It seemed to help, the infection went away and I wasn't breathing through a snotty nose anymore. But my breathing never did get better all the way. Although I wasn't stuffy I was still breathing hard and I still didn't want to eat. The vet told P to get me baby food and that's what M did. It was really good and I did eat it but not as much as they would have liked. But it did get me interested in food again so I did eat some of our regular food but again, not as much as they would've wanted me too. Momma noticed me seeming to lose weight and pointed it out to Poppa who agreed.
Yesterday morning when M's alarm went off I did my normal walking up her body to her head and top of her back and sat there. It's one of my ways of letting her know I'm hungry. After she hit her alarm a couple times she finally got up and I went to the end of the bed. Even though I heard her put the food in the dishes I didn't want any of it. After she finished getting ready for work she decided to try the baby food again. She put a spoon full in a bowl and it smelled so good I ate it all up but when she put a second scoop in I decided I was done and didn't even look at it, I just turned away and laid back down. My breathing was really hard before I ate and seemed a little harder afterward. M called P on her way to work asking if there was any way possible to have someone come in and relieve him for an hour or so at the end of his shift so he could take me to the vet.
Someone said she would but it turned out that the latest I could be seen was 3pm. The coworker, bless her heart, said she'd come in anyway. Turns out I was way sicker than anyone realized. My lungs were full of stuff that was either cancer or a fungal infection. The vet really couldn't say for sure and recommended Poppa take me to a critical care specialist. So he called Momma and she left work to come meet us. When she got there I was in the back being checked out some more. The doctor showed them my x-ray and all the spots in my lungs and the fluid that was surrounding them. All of that is what made it so hard for me to breathe. The right side of my liver didn't look right. In the doctor's opinion she figured that was the cancer mass and what was in my lungs was the spreading of it. Also my kidney's didn't look very good either. She was 99.9% sure it was cancer but the only way to make it a 100% was to give me a mild sedative and stick a needle between two of my ribs and take a sample of the fluid or do a biopsy. Momma and Poppa said that since three doctors thought it was cancer and they definitely didn't want to put me through any more tests that they were ok with what they had already. Especially since even if they got the 100% confirmation it wouldn't matter. My quality of life would not get any better. I'd just be put through weekly doctor visits and may only live a very short while longer.
Since I had a wonderful, spoiled filled, love filled, adored filled life they were ok with letting me go and see my sister and Momma's two kitties she had when they first met, who also became my brother and sister.
I died shortly after 6pm Friday the 23rd.
They will miss me and mourn my passing but they are happy that I will be jumping to my hearts content again. They will be happy that I get to see my brother and sisters again and tell them how much they're missed and loved still. I will miss them too but I'll be watching them and making sure they're looking after my other sister and two bratty little brothers.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Wish me luck, we're going out tonight with friends for one of their birthdays. Going for dinner and drinks, hopefully something will come out of it. But I probably won't get a chance to write about until Thursday at the earliest.
See you then.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
This is a Meme that I can have fun with. I did this back in February and never got around to posting it, so here goes. Thanks saintseester.
Look at the list of books below.
Bold the ones you’ve read
Italicize the ones you want to read
Leave blank the ones that you aren’t interested in.
1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)
2. Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)
3. To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee)
4. Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell)
5. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Tolkien)
6. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkien)
7. The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (Tolkien)
8. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery)
9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)
10. A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)
11. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Rowling)
12. Angels and Demons (Dan Brown) - I own it, just have to sit and read it now.
13. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Rowling)
14. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving)
15. Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden)
16. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (Rowling)
17. Fall on Your Knees (Ann-Marie MacDonald)
18. The Stand (Stephen King)
19. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Rowling)
20. Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)
21. The Hobbit (Tolkien)
22. The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)
23. Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)
24. The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold) good book, I hope the movie does it justice.
25. Life of Pi (Yann Martel)
26. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams)
27. Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)
28. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (C. S. Lewis)
29. East of Eden (John Steinbeck)
30. Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)
31. Dune (Frank Herbert)
32. The Notebook (Nicholas Sparks) Saw the movie, maybe one day I'll read the book,maybe
33. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)
34. 1984 (Orwell)
35. The Mists of Avalon (Marion Zimmer Bradley)
36. The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)
37. The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)
38. I Know This Much is True (Wally Lamb)
39. The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)
40. The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)
41. The Clan of the Cave Bear (Jean M. Auel) I was literally just handed this book by a coworker on Monday. I wasn't interested in it before but after she talked it up last week I said I'd try it.
42. The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)
43. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella)
44. The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Mitch Albom)
46. Anna Karenina (Tolstoy)
47. The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas)
48. Angela’s Ashes (Frank McCourt)
49. The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck)
50. She’s Come Undone (Wally Lamb)
51. The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver)
52. A Tale of Two Cities (Dickens)
53. Ender’s Game (Orson Scott Card)
54. Great Expectations (Dickens)
55. The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald)
56. The Stone Angel (Margaret Laurence)
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Rowling)
58. The Thorn Birds (Colleen McCullough)
59. The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood)
60. The Time Traveller’s Wife (Audrew Niffenegger)
61. Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
62. The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)
63. War and Peace (Tolsoy)
64. Interview With The Vampire (Anne Rice) Including every single other one
65. Fifth Business (Robertson Davis)
66. One Hundred Years Of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
67. The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (Ann Brashares)
68. Catch-22 (Joseph Heller) - I've tried to read it, I will one day, I own it also.
69. Les Miserables (Hugo)
70. The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
71. Bridget Jones’ Diary (Fielding)
72. Love in the Time of Cholera (Marquez)
73. Shogun (James Clavell) - Another I started but couldn't get past the 1st few chapters.
74. The English Patient (Michael Ondaatje)
75. The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett)
76. The Summer Tree (Guy Gavriel Kay)
77. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Betty Smith)
78. The World According To Garp (John Irving)
79. The Diviners (Margaret Laurence)
80. Charlotte’s Web (E.B. White)
81. Not Wanted On The Voyage (Timothy Findley)
82. Of Mice And Men (Steinbeck)
83. Rebecca (Daphne DuMaurier)
84. Wizard’s First Rule (Terry Goodkind)
85. Emma (Jane Austen)
86. Watership Down(Richard Adams)
87. Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)
88. The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields)
89. Blindness (Jose Saramago)
90. Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer)
91. In The Skin Of A Lion (Ondaatje)
92. Lord of the Flies (Golding)
93. The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck)
94. The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Monk Kidd)
95. The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum)
96. The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)
97. White Oleander (Janet Fitch)
98. A Woman of Substance (Barbara Taylor Bradford)
99. The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)
100. Ulysses (James Joyce)
Wow, I've only read 24 of these. When I skimmed over them at Saintseesters' site it seemed like more. Maybe because there's quite a few I do want to read and many more that I recognize the title but don't know anything about.
I can't say I'm not interested in all the others. Many of them I don't know much about so maybe finding out more about them I'll want to read 'em. Others of them, yeah not interested in.
If you are reading this, tag, you’re it!
Media quote of the day: I can't be a wizard. I'm just Harry, just Harry. - Harry in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Sunday, March 11, 2007
She had a cold or upper respiratory infection. We thought she was getting better so we didn't take her to the vet. And of course all the others have gotten sick and she's still sick. Pretty Boy was pretty bad off so H Ditty took him in. HD called me on my cell when he was taking him in. Pretty Boy CANNOT stand riding in the carrier, let alone the car. He gets quite upset over it. Listen to the clip to hear them talking to each other. You'll have to have your sound up, maybe all the way to hear, I did.
He is so damn pretty. Too pretty to be a boy kitty.
Gabcast! Pretty Boy's trip to the vet #1
Oh yeah, in it you hear his real name, Pretty Boy is just his nickname.
The vet gave a large bottle of antibiotics, enough to give to all four. Technically she couldn't give a prescription for the others since she didn't see them, but for the dose needed per poundage of cat the bottle is definitely large enough to give all of them enough medicine for a week. All but The Brat Prince seem to be doing better. They're still wheezing and sneezing some and their eyes are draining but nowhere near as badly as BP's. He wasn't as sick as Pretty Boy when he was taken in but then BP seems to have gotten it last. Plus he's the smallest out of them all so I think it hit him harder when he finally did get it. Also, I think because he's not sneezing the snot out of his nose it's staying longer with him. All the others sit and sneeze over and over blowing snot all over the damn place, including on me and in my face a few times. Talk about GROSS!! But BP isn't doing that, he's just laying there wheezing, sometimes breathing out of his mouth.
And of course none like taking their medicine but Pretty Boy and Cry Baby take it the best. Whiskers and The Brat Prince fight like crazy. They fight hard enough that we have to wrap a towel around them to hold their crazy ass strong legs down. Friday morning I got a treat. I was standing there in my sleep shirt, bare legged, holding Whiskers in the towel. HD goes to grab her head to put the syringe in her mouth and she immediately starts to squirm. She wiggled right out of the bottom of that damn towel and right down my legs. Scratched the ever loving shit out of me. See. This one is on my left thigh. It's about 3 inches across, with a tiny little one to go along with.
And these two are on my right leg. The smaller is almost healed but the longer one isn't and it's a full inch longer than the one on my left leg.
They hurt like no body's business. But I couldn't scream because I didn't want to freak them out.
Then, Friday evening while giving them their night time dose I get another scratch. I think it was Whiskers again but it could've been The Brat Prince. This time it's across my chest. I tried to get a picture of it but none came out good enough so I deleted them. But it looks like the scratch on my left leg. Just as hurtful and just as angry of a scratch. I can't wear most of my shirts to work because they'll show it off.
But that's ok, I planned on going clothes shopping this weekend anyway. I got 6 new tops that you can't see it at all, so it's all good now.
Media quote of the day: 'Tis but a scratch. - Black Knight
A scratch? Your arm's off. - King Arthur
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
I was going to use the lyrics from Ted Nugent's Cat Scratch Fever but they're pretty boring so I scratched that idea. HA! "scratched that idea" did you get it? Hmm? Did ya? Yeah, it was pretty lame I know. Sorry.
EDIT: Fair warning, I don't know when I'll get on next, it might not be until Wed. or even Thursday. I will try to make it sooner though. I still have catching up on my blog reading to do also. Don't know when that's gonna happen. I started it yesterday but I have a feeling it'll get backlogged again. Anyway, I'll get back as soon as I can. Thanks for sticking around.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
As I mentioned yesterday, Friday we stayed home because of the weather. Where my work is and the 1st street that takes me home it's about a mile. That mile took me 10 minutes to get through. Where it usually takes me about 40-45 minutes to get home it took me an hour and 15 minutes. And it wasn't snowing or at least not really snowing. The snow that was falling was barely snow. It was that the wind was so strong and fast that it was picking up the really, really light snow on the ground and buildings and blowing it horizontally. Many times you couldn't see more than 5 car lengths in front you. It was also blowing drifts onto the streets. In many places you couldn't see where the street and the curb connected. So yeah, no friends over and no going out.
Saturday morning we cleaned the basement (which for those of you who don't know, it's basically our living room). Then he went with a friend of ours to go buy another friend's Jeep while I laid back in the tub and read for awhile. After he got home we hung out catching up on the shows until it was time to get ready to head out for dinner and the show. We went to Outback and waited for an hour for a table By the time we got seated and our food ordered it was 8:30. We stayed local instead of heading into the city to eat so we had to leave and be on the road no later than 9 to make it to the show with time to spare. If we left after 9 then it'd be really pushing it. We let our waitress know that we had to rush and she was a great help. We got out of there at 9:03. I had H Ditty drive because he never gets tickets. For one he hardly ever gets stopped even when he's flying down the road. For two because of where he works he gets out of any stops that do happen. He tells me all the time to say who/where my husband is/works in case I ever get stopped. Don't know if I ever will. But then, I haven't been stopped for anything in a very long time.
Aaanyway, he drove and got to Caged Dames in record time. We used the valet service to expedite things rather than try to find a parking spot ourselves. I figured the theater was going to be small but was completely surprised on how small it turned out to be. Made me think of Friends when we walked in. But unlike Joey's plays, the place was sold out and this one was good. We both enjoyed ourselves. I'm not sure which song was my favorite. The one that comes to mind though is Little Limping Rat. I also loved I'm Typist/Guard, especially the very end.
I loved Warden Hope, Blondie and mostly Schnitzy. Then Trixie and Big Lorraine. There were a some times when we couldn't hear the words because the music got loud but that's ok, that only happened a few times. They're trying to get to New York and had a donation basket so we tossed some money in to help 'em out.
Afterward the cast and audience sang happy birthday to their trumpet player who just turned 21. We had a great time.
Sunday we slept in some, watched some shows then he left to go get my cake and cards. I straightened up upstairs in case two people needed the bathroom at the same time one could use the one upstairs. We ended up staying up there the whole time anyway. My parents, his mom, his littlest sister, his other sister, her son, her boyfriend, his stepmom (his dad hurt his back so didn't come), Jim, Amy and their two kids and our other friend, Caryn all came over. We hung out while waiting for the pizzas. Then I opened my cards and gifts. Jim and Amy gave us a $25 gift card and their oldest daughter painted some figurines for each of us. She painted me an orange kitty that represents my most favorite of kitties ever who is no longer with us. And she painted H Ditty a bulldog. Got me some money from his dad and stepmom and some jewelry from Caryn. She gave me a bracelet, ear rings and necklace set. My parents don't do money or gifts, they have way too many family members to do that for anyone but the grandchildren. His sisters and mom are dirt poor right now so no gifts from them. His nephew also painted us some figurines. He painted me a purple snake, although he thinks it's a snail, and he painted a pink crab for HD. I think I'll take a picture and post it one of these days.
We played Pictionary. I was a captain and Jim's oldest daughter was the other captain. Her team won. But that's ok, we had all had a great time.
Everyone was out of the house by 8:45 except for his mom and youngest sister who came together. They finally left around 10ish. He had his homework for his Spanish class to take care of and I realized I needed to do laundry for this week. We got into bed close to midnight.
Last night the youngest sister came over and he cooked up some steaks for dinner. We watched the UFC fight from Saturday. There were some pretty good moves here and there but for the most part the fights were pretty boring compared to normal.
So that was my birthday weekend into Monday night recap. Told you I'd elaborate.
Media quote of the day: You wanna play games? - Dionne - Clueless
Monday, March 5, 2007
I had a great weekend.
Friday we stayed home because the weather sucked. Jim, Amy and their kids didn't come by because of the weather. Smart move.
Saturday we went out to dinner and to see Caged Dames. That was a good time.
Sunday we stayed home and H Ditty threw me a party.
All this will be elaborated on at a later time/date. His youngest sister is supposed to be coming over for dinner. She should be here anytime now and he'll be starting dinner soon. I AM STARVING!
Talk at ya later.
Media quote of the day: I'm fucking starving! I figured I'd bust you out and we'd go get some burgers. - Kumar from Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle
Thursday, March 1, 2007
The 1st from Bismark, North Dakota @ 12:15
The 2nd from Worcester, Massachusetts @ 2:58
The 3rd from Easton, Pennsylvania @ 6:34
I mean one a day sure but to have all three in the same day within hours of each other amuses me to no end.
You know what I miss? I miss football. I miss Saints football. And I heard sad news yesterday. Jiggedy Joe Horn may be leaving the team. He may not, but it sounds like he will. I'm very saddened by this. I love me some Joe Horn.
So guess what HD did yesterday. Go on guess, I'll wait. Did ya guess? You're wrong. Heee
Aaannnyyyway, he's taking a Conversational Spanish class to help with his job. Yesterday for class he had to do a presentation about his dream home. Oh yeah, we've sort of talked about it over the years but never in terms of it actually coming true and haven't said anything about it in a really long time. Long enough for me to forget what we have and haven't talked about. But we are so in tune we're in total agreement of what we want. He stayed up later than me on Tuesday night finishing his homework for said presentation. When he came to bed he woke me up and asked me what my/our dream house is. I said a house in the woods on a lake. Then said a log cabin/house. With huge windows facing the lake. With two fireplaces, one in the bedroom and one in between the kitchen and living room that you can see from both rooms of course. With exposed beams and wood everywhere. He said he didn't get that elaborate but said the same thing as me. Log cabin in the woods on a lake. So last night when he got home from work he showed me his presentation. It of course was all in Spanish so he had to read it to me. It went on to describe the cabin, woods and lake. Mentioned it also being in the mountains, which I said was a given that's why I didn't say that last night, he knew. Then it went on to describe the things in the cabin such as tables, rugs, bed, closets, bathrooms, things in the kitchen, etc. etc. Basically words and phrases he's learned. At the very end there's a picture of me and it says above it that the most important thing in the house is his wife, Katrina, that nothing else matters if I'm not there with him. Isn't that just the sweetest? He also used a picture that's acceptable to me, which I said when I saw it. He says, "I know what I can use, don't worry." Love him.
And he just now called to make sure I got home ok. He has to work until 10 and the weather isn't the nicest out there. Love him bunches.
Hope I didn't make ya'll gag too much.
Media quote of the day:
Thank You - Led Zeppelin
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.
Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.
Little drops of rain whisper on the pane, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong, together we shall go until we die.
My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.
And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more is sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.