New Beginnings. Kittens and Resolutions.

Never in my life have I ever used the phrase, "Ohh, look at that cute kitten!  I want to throw him out the god damned window!!"  Well, at least before the past few weeks.  

These are our cats.  Ramus is the big brown guy.  He's 24 pounds.  He's not fat.  He's just -big.-  He's three years old and he's our big boy.  He was never mean, but he wasn't very friendly.  He -flipped- his shit when my sister brought her cat Tucker over to see how they'd do.  We almost had to get rid of him he got so bad.  So, when I found these kittens in my backyard, I was upset since I thought there'd be issues.

Ramus -loves- these kittens.  I mean, at first he didn't.  He hissed.  He pee'd a few times on the carpet to let them know that this house was his.  But now?  The only reason that these kittens are still in my house is because now we fear that he'd be devistated and be depressed that they left.  He has adopted these two little kittens to be his.

The one on the left looking over at Mike is Tali.  She has seven toes on each paw.  Huzzah, two extra claws on each paw to scratch up my furniture.  The cat looking down at the floor planning his escape from being around people is Scrappy.  Scrappy doesn't like people.  He's not mean to them.  He doesn't bite or scratch or anything.  He's absolutely terrified.  Every time he looks at us he has these insane crazy eyes that look adorable, yet like he's going to have a heart attack.  I think he needs some kitty xanax.

But I'm sure you didn't come here to hear about my cats.

... Don't you hate those times where you find yourself sitting in a messy house, one child in school the other napping, and instead of cleaning, you're sitting on the floor of your living room eating chicken wings that had been out since the evening prior watching sesame street?  ... Am I the only one?

FML.

Resolutions for 2012:

• Stop eating crap.  ... Let's ignore the fact I just mentioned eating a plate of chicken wings that have been out since last night.  Or, at least minimize the amount of crap I eat.  Let's not get crazy here.  I mean, juicers and vitamins aren't in my near future.  Hell no.
• Spend less money.  My husband will appreciate this one.  Though, when he finds out how much it's going to cost to -really- finish my basement he might shit himself.  I envision having 2 bathrooms in my house though at the end of this.  That... that is priceless.
• Write.  Write everything.  Work on my novel.  Blog.  People tell me I should write a children's novel, but I would want to collab with someone that can draw.  I don't know anyone that can draw that has time.
• Take more pictures.  Take lots of pictures.  I usually upload pictures to facebook, but I think I'm going to start an online photo album and upload -everything- I take.  This is something my dad should do.  He has years and years of photos that he doesn't show anybody.  (It's about time, Jerry!)
• Invent the hovercraft.

Some of these resolutions work for me.  Not all, of course.  For example, number one.  I obviously don't give a crap if you don't wanna read what I wanna post!  De-friend is your friend.  

I leave you all with this: