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September 25, 2008

I've joined the "i suck at life" club Happy Birthday, Ripley!

Today is Ripley's birthday. Being the AWESOME kitty mama that I am, I totally forgot and Catster had to remind me. I did remember twice before it was her birthday…

…but now it's her birthday and Dawg has to work until Saturday morning between his regular work shifts and his special out of the country event shifts.

I just conferred with Dawg and we'll be celebrating her birthday on Sunday, our next opportunity to be together as a family in a wakeful state.

Ripley gets tons of love every day, but I still feel bad for forgetting the arbitrary date I chose to symbolize the date of her birth which I'm not certain of because I got her as a stray from the humane society. Anyway, here are a few photos of Rips the very first day I took her home with me. She was 5 months old and 5 lbs, 5 oz. :} (She's now exactly double that size.)

Happy birthday, Baby Girl. D and I :pinkpuffyheart: you to little tiny pieces.

D and Rips Mama and Rips

September 21, 2008

Kitty games

Go see Dawg. Thanks. :smiles:

August 23, 2008

off to get my babies

Have a phone interview for a job on Tuesday but for now… it's all about EZA's birfdy and letting the girls know about their new home. But, while I'm on the road and otherwise engaged please watch classic videos of the kittos.

Allie:

Ripley:

Georgie-girl:

August 2, 2008

little tiny ninjas

That's what's on Dawg's desk. How do I know? Because I'm sitting at it, typing to you. And when I look over to my left I see a shitload of my stuff that I brought down here so that I can live here temporarily while we look for a place of our own.

As expected, leaving the cats wrecked me. I can't think about it for too long without bursting into tears. I left my kids at home. I left them in capable hands, but they're not Dawg's and my hands, which is where I want them to be. Incentive to hurry the hell up and find a place to live.

Also, saying goodbye to EZA and LLA was painful, but… it really hurt much worse when Break Boy and HLW said goodbye to me. Break Boy and I have years 6-8 then years 18-34 together. HLW and I have my years 14-34 (her years 15-35) together. These are lifelong friends. And I just left them. And now my eyes are all wet. No wonder I have such a splitting headache.

I totally forgot to say goodbye to PiC yesterday. I feel bad about that, after all he did for me to send me off right. But… what would we have done? Given an uncomfortable "see ya" hug? When I crossed into Connecticut this morning, my first time ever being there, I was reminded again by his birthplace that I forgot to say goodbye to him. Sorry… I'll make it up to you in the future by babysitting Too Legit and Nigel because, um, I'm just in the next state over, it's really not that far. Just gimme 7+ hours notice, kthxBAI. (Peee Essss - Thanks for not letting anyone sing at me.)

I just had Chinese food with Dawg's parents. They love me. Life is very good.

Life will be made better when Dawg gets home from work tonight and slips into (hee, our… ok, ok, HIS bed but I get to sleep there EVERY NIGHT NOW, wheeeeee!) bed next to me, and of course a little later on when the girls can join us in that bed in our new home together, but I'm hardly complaining. Everything feels amazingly right, as I never doubted it would. :love:

July 30, 2008

I'll skip the part that pissed me off will piss you off

blah blah blah and now suddenly the kitties and I are at Break Boy's and HLW's house! Yay! There are a few things left at the apartment that Break Boy is helping me move tonight. Tomorrow I'll go back by myself to make sure it's clean there and then I'm all done living in the house of crazy.

The girls are secluded in a very large room of the house, tucked behind an office, so the square footage total is (um, I'm bad at this) perhaps 200 square feet? I dunno, huge enough for 3 cats to roam. Ripley keeps jumping out into the hallway, wandering into the bathroom, then running back into the office/guest room when she realizes the house is A LOT bigger outside the door.

Allie and Georgie are randomly making appearances from unknown hiding spots. They are overwhelmed, but they're excited to have new things to smell and play in and topple over.

Break Boy has informed me that we are going to watch So You Think You Can Dance? tonight, which will be the first time I've seen the show on actual television for this entire season.

I seriously should have moved in about a month ago, it's great there! :grins:

July 28, 2008

kitty kisses

It was another fantastic weekend with Dawg, extra special because he shared my birthday with me. When it was time to go on Sunday he packed up all of his things and we exchanged Squishy Dawg (who is now with me) for Squishy Octopie (who is now with Dawg) so that prying kid hands wouldn't damage Octopie's exposed brain (long story, but we've decided we need to get him a helmet rather than a thread and needle session) but I still have someone to squish and converse with.

We both had our hands piled high with things for Dawg to take with him, at which point I asked him, "are you planning to come back inside?" He gave me a confused look. "Ripley," I whispered. Dawg set all of his things back down and went to say goodbye to her. She was not having that and gave him the "you are NOT leaving me!" cold shoulder. He did his best to say goodbye to her then we gathered his things and said our goodbyes at the truck.

I walked back into the house and the scent of his body spray was strong at the door. Ripley was purring and dancing and looking anxiously up at me from the entryway floor. I burst into tears, scooped her up, and said, "I'm sorry, mama, but he's gone." I nuzzled her and hugged her tight while she purred her anxious purr and swallowed a bunch of times, headbutting me until she got all of her anxiety out. "I promise you, soon you will see D every day. He will leave for the day but he will come back and give you hugs and kisses. I promise, little girl, I promise."

Content that what I had just said was an acceptable future for her, she hopped down, sauntered over to the kitchen, then jumped into her window box and went back to dreaming…

…of him. :love:

June 1, 2008

Big girls get lion cuts (and get turned into tiny little girls)

Yesterday morning was like any other morning…

MAMA, quit waking me up!
"MAMA, quit waking me up!"
Ripples, you don't have to turn on the red light, Ripples, you don't have to sell your FURRRR into the night!
"I'm a pretty, pretty princess!"

…and then Dawg special requested (read: insisted) that his baby girl get a lion cut. Who am I to argue? She loves getting that cut.

Awwwwwww, bleep

Ripley is half the size she was yesterday.

The lion sleeps toniiiiight

*giggle* :pinkpuffyheart:

The rest of her before and after photos are here.

May 28, 2008

The day that almost wasn't

Things that I did today:

Slept until 12:30pm. I was exhausted and feeling disoriented when I woke up at 6:55am so I took that as a sign to use one of my 34.37 sick days (oops, heh, I thought I had 45). When I woke up at 12:30pm I was still beat and felt sick to my stomach. I think that my body just decided I needed a day off from going to work. I felt like a slacker, I felt guilty, but … sometimes your body dictates what you will do with it rather than that gushy grey matter stuff.

Finally finishedFinished my certification book reading. All 1310 pages of it, including the reference and appendix sections. (They test on those, I assure you.) I really thought I'd be more excited about this, but… no. Still left to do: Color code, index, and tabulate(?) the books, schedule the exam, take the exam.

Weighed myself. For some reason, despite my belly feeling "business as usual" and my food consumption being actually bigger than usual at lunch time particularly, I've suddenly lost 4.4 pounds. I'm not obsessed with my weight, I just happen to remember numbers without meaning to, and I do try to keep an eye on my weight to make sure I'm staying healthy. M&M (my Tennessee parents) gave me that scale for Christmas because I was malnourished at that time and was visiting the doctor to check my health progress. I keep using it to just keep an eye on myself. It's much harder to eat semi-correctly alone.

Took a video of Ripley reacting to me whistling Renegade by Styx. Fortunately for you this video will be kept in my private collection.

Researched storage facilities for my house stuff. There is a facility right down the road from my house. Bonus. Now I just need to actually call them and reserve a storage space. I'm guessing a 10×10 will do the trick, or a 10×5 if they offer that. Really, it just needs to be at least 6' long because that's how long the couch is.

Found out that the garage gadgets have been sold to the new house owner. Got $625 total for a snow blower, 28' ladder, garden tools, wheel barrow, weed whacker, push mower, seed spreader, metal hose reel and hoses, and riding lawn mower. It's a STEAL for the new owner, but what the hell were The Ex or I going to do with that stuff? Easy sale, and it doesn't even need to be moved — stays with the house. Everybody wins. And I get an extra $312.50 at closing.

Thought about Britt. I've been thinking about her everyday lately, my form of "prayer", but today I'm just … really in need of mentioning. Her in-laws lost everything in the Parkersburg, Iowa F-4 F-5 tornado on Sunday. Britt and her husband Jared drove with their two kids from FL to their hometown in IA to help everyone out. Adam had written a post discussing ways we can help out, but he had written a tweet that implied the money sent to the Red Cross wasn't making its way to IA. I don't support misappropriation or misdirection of funds, so I personally am holding out for the address where we can send tangible items that I know will go where they are supposed to. Call my cynical. It's ok, go ahead, do it.

Made coffee. And then drank it. Sweet nectar of Mother Nature.

That's about it so far. Hope you're having an equally or more so productive day!

May 23, 2008

Why is it that when I'm trying to study all three girls want to be on my book?

Completely rhetorical. I know it's because my book is soft and fluffy.

PS - I promise I am left-handed, but Photo Booth by default takes mirror image photos unless I customize the preferences. I need to do that.

May 11, 2008

So damn sweet I can't even handle the gush

Look what the girls just sent me, with a little help from Dawg:

SQUEEEEE!

Bleep. Love you all.