i wake up in the morning and everyone in the house says hello to me and tells me how cute i am. they ask me if i slept well and they pet me. i get to go lay in a sunbeam with the cat, when i get bored with that, or when it gets too hot, i go to my box bed and shove my blanket around until it is a wad, and then i lay down on it. in my bed i have stuffed toys, they are small and i get to cuddle them and pretend they're babies. some dogs beat up their baby toys and that's not very nice. maybe they would beat up their babies too.
mommy asks me if i am hungry and mommy asks me if i need to go potty. usually hungry means i get kibble, my kibble is yummy, but sometimes hungry means i get chicken or fish or beef. i usually get some of those meats at least once a day, sometimes it is a lot and it is my whole meal, sometimes it's just a snack. usually potty means we walk around the block and i get to smell the flowers and sniff everything. mommy doesn't rush me to find my perfect spot, even if it is raining or snowing (i like rain and snow). i like to poop. i pick my perfect spot to make my poop, and then mommy always puts it in a bag, i don't know why she does that. i need to find a spot so perfect mommy will leave it there. finding a spot to pee pee is even harder. it has to be even more perfect and sometimes i think i've found it, and then i realize it's not perfect enough because an even more perfect spot is next to it. it is hard to pee pee in the right spot.
sometimes mommy asks me if i want to go shopping, and i always say yes.
shopping means i get to go into places where strangers tell me i'm pretty and pet me and fawn over me. i like that. before i lived with mommy, people were only ever mean to me, and yelled at me or hit me. mommy doesn't let anyone do that, she only introduces me to nice people. there are so many nice people in the city were mommy took me to live. no body hits me here. my favorite place to go shopping is TJ Maxx because they have baby blankets there, and if i beg really nicely mommy buys me a baby blanket. i love soft blankets. i also like it there because the ladies at the jewelry counter are very nice to me. sometimes mommy also takes me to the gap. there is a man there with his hand out to pet me, he never moves though and every time i go to his hand mommy laughs at me and says he's not real. he looks real and he's always wearing new clothes, so i don't know how she can say he's not real. she calls him a man kin or something like that. i don't know what kind of man is a "kin" but he always has his hand out to pet me.
i also have an uncle, he is fun, he tries to do things to make me mad, sometimes he pretends to get electrocuted, sometimes he plays ugly notes on his musical instrument, one has strings and one has teeth you press. usually he makes nice music and it makes me happy. sometimes he says words i do not like to annoy me. i love him any way though. he plays tag with me and does agility tricks with me, i jump from the floor to some pillows to the couch and stuff like that and he likes that. sometimes when he is at his desk, i tap him so he can pet me, because he looks bored and needs to pet me so he won't be bored. i like to sit on his lap and sometimes the cat gets jealous and then we both sit on his lap.
i like to visit grandma and grandpa in their room. i watch tv with them and they tell me i'm cute and they pet me and tell me they love me. i am not allowed on their bed, because grandma says no fur on the bed. but the cat goes on there and it's not fair grandpa says. grandma doesn't know that he lets me on the bed when she's not home. mostly i go to their room to watch tv with grandma.
at the end of the day it is my bedtime and i learned from the cat how to push the bedroom door open with my head, then i go to bed. sometimes mommy asks me to snuggle with her in her bed, but i have my own bed. sometimes i think mommy can't sleep so i lay with her and then when she is asleep i go to my own bed to sleep. i like my bedroom bed. it also has a blanket like the living room box bed.
i have a good life with mommy, not like with my old owners they were not nice, but mommy is very nice to me. and now i have many friends.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Jupiter Puppy Thinks She Can Fool Me
It is just after midnight and just after Lunar's dinner time. Lunar is my brother's cat and he eats at 11am and 11pm. Jupiter thinks Lunar's food is delicious (even though it makes her tummy upset). When Lunar eats we have to keep a close eye on Jupiter, lest she sneak in and eat his food. The thing is, we always know when she's after his food, because it's the only time she ever hangs out in the kitchen uninvited. She will twirl about and act very cute, and pretend she just wants to get some water. Her water dish is next to Lunar's food bowl. We will ask her if she is thirsty and she will twirl about excitedly, but we know water isn't really what she's after, we don't fall for that trick anymore - drink two sips and then sneak some kitty food.
She is terribly cute for trying, however.
She is terribly cute for trying, however.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
My Beloved Gameows (stuffed kitties)
These are my most beloved stuffed animals. They were my favorite baby toys and they are as old as I am.
These are the three Gameows, and each on had a personality of their own. the one on the right was the extra timid shy kitty, the middle one was the boy and he was tough and flashy(I also used to have a REAL tortoise shell bracelet that I put 'round his neck as a collar), the one on the left was the even tempered one, she was neither tough nor shy, but she was sweet.
The one on the right has no ears because I ate them off in my sleep as well has half of the middle one's ears. I was dreaming I was eating and when I woke up I discovered I had been eating the ears. I woke up before I could eat all the ears. They really are two gray and one brown, they're actually not that dingy, which is quite remarkable.
Why I Love Mondays
Most people seem to hate Mondays, but when you stop to analyze why, you can see that this hate is unjustified. Monday is the traditional start of the corporate work week, it means sunday night you go to bed early so you can begrudgingly wake up early Monday morning and cram yourself onto a train with thousands of other tired people. If you are a student it is the day you typically grumpily head back to class with your assignments ready to turn in (hopefully, if you are a good student). Though few of us are bright eyed and bushy tailed first thing in the morning we should still not forget that work and school are GOOD things, not punishments.
School is what in a large part, prepares us for the world, provides us resources to have a fulfilling life. There, we learn useful things, we learn skills and we learn what it is that holds our interests and makes us happy. School is where we learn to make friends, and how to tolerate people we don't like in a constructive civil manner (hopefully). It is where we first start learning how to solve conflicts and try new things. School is a gift; yes, it is difficult, but few things worth doing are easy.
Work is also a gift. We complain about hating work, but few of us enjoy being unemployed. Most of us like to be useful and productive to society around us. We also usually want to be successful for ourselves, so we can feel pride in ourselves and out talents, and MOST of all, we work so we can make money, so we can do the things we like on our precious days off.
When it comes to my mondays I also love them for another reason. Monday is the grocery shopping day in my house. That means by 11pm we have a fully stocked kitchen full of wonderful things to eat, all sorts of fruits and vegetables and meats and cheeses. For me, Monday is the day I wake up and start achieving things and reward myself with wonderful food at the end of the day.
Monday is a gift.
School is what in a large part, prepares us for the world, provides us resources to have a fulfilling life. There, we learn useful things, we learn skills and we learn what it is that holds our interests and makes us happy. School is where we learn to make friends, and how to tolerate people we don't like in a constructive civil manner (hopefully). It is where we first start learning how to solve conflicts and try new things. School is a gift; yes, it is difficult, but few things worth doing are easy.
Work is also a gift. We complain about hating work, but few of us enjoy being unemployed. Most of us like to be useful and productive to society around us. We also usually want to be successful for ourselves, so we can feel pride in ourselves and out talents, and MOST of all, we work so we can make money, so we can do the things we like on our precious days off.
When it comes to my mondays I also love them for another reason. Monday is the grocery shopping day in my house. That means by 11pm we have a fully stocked kitchen full of wonderful things to eat, all sorts of fruits and vegetables and meats and cheeses. For me, Monday is the day I wake up and start achieving things and reward myself with wonderful food at the end of the day.
Monday is a gift.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Drinking Hot Water
So, I started drinking hot water instead of cold water this week.
I do not know why I hadn't started this sooner, because I've always loved drinking hot water since first having it with a meal at a local Japanese restaurant. It was winter, and instead of serving cold water, they served hot water, like tea, without the tea.
Well, a few days ago I was watching my favorite YouTube Beauty Guru Queenie Chan and she was giving traditional Asian beauty tips. I like her channel because she is always positive and gives meaningful beauty/health tips as opposed to the typical more superficial beauty gurus (i like those too, but just for the techniques they share) as well as tips for having an all around happier life.
Of Queenie Chan's many tips in this video, the one that stuck out most to me was the hot water.
The idea is that you drink hot water in the morning instead of cold, it is supposed to boost metabolism and be better for the body. Cold water first thing in the morning is rather a shock to the system and in fact I would often feel sick as I would down my first glass of water a day. My solution to that queasy feeling would be to mix in something sour, like pure cranberry or lemon or lime juice.
I can't help feeling a tad stupid though because it isn't as if I had never noticed before that hot drinks feel better first thing in the morning. There have been many mornings that I'd drink tea as my first beverage. In my defense however, I think I somehow made a connection between sour drinks instead of hot drinks as being the solution to the problem, even though the sour drinks only solved the problem to a small degree.
All week i have been drinking hot water, not just first thing, but throughout the day. I can't say I've noticed a difference in my metabolism however i've noticed a few other things
1. I am no longer queasy first thing in the morning which was a problem I'd had for longer than I can remember.
2. I'm no longer queasy after any other meals I eat throughout the day.
3. It's still hot out, but drinking hot water hasn't made me any hotter.
The idea that I won't be queasy any more in the morning will be an incentive for me to eat breakfasts, which I have not eaten for years now and which I am sure would make a world of difference to my slow metabolism.
When I went ahead and told my mother about the warm water instead of cold, she told me that my paternal grandmother used to do the same thing. I had a good feeling knowing that.
Here is the link to Queenie's Video
I do not know why I hadn't started this sooner, because I've always loved drinking hot water since first having it with a meal at a local Japanese restaurant. It was winter, and instead of serving cold water, they served hot water, like tea, without the tea.
Well, a few days ago I was watching my favorite YouTube Beauty Guru Queenie Chan and she was giving traditional Asian beauty tips. I like her channel because she is always positive and gives meaningful beauty/health tips as opposed to the typical more superficial beauty gurus (i like those too, but just for the techniques they share) as well as tips for having an all around happier life.
Of Queenie Chan's many tips in this video, the one that stuck out most to me was the hot water.
The idea is that you drink hot water in the morning instead of cold, it is supposed to boost metabolism and be better for the body. Cold water first thing in the morning is rather a shock to the system and in fact I would often feel sick as I would down my first glass of water a day. My solution to that queasy feeling would be to mix in something sour, like pure cranberry or lemon or lime juice.
I can't help feeling a tad stupid though because it isn't as if I had never noticed before that hot drinks feel better first thing in the morning. There have been many mornings that I'd drink tea as my first beverage. In my defense however, I think I somehow made a connection between sour drinks instead of hot drinks as being the solution to the problem, even though the sour drinks only solved the problem to a small degree.
All week i have been drinking hot water, not just first thing, but throughout the day. I can't say I've noticed a difference in my metabolism however i've noticed a few other things
1. I am no longer queasy first thing in the morning which was a problem I'd had for longer than I can remember.
2. I'm no longer queasy after any other meals I eat throughout the day.
3. It's still hot out, but drinking hot water hasn't made me any hotter.
The idea that I won't be queasy any more in the morning will be an incentive for me to eat breakfasts, which I have not eaten for years now and which I am sure would make a world of difference to my slow metabolism.
When I went ahead and told my mother about the warm water instead of cold, she told me that my paternal grandmother used to do the same thing. I had a good feeling knowing that.
Here is the link to Queenie's Video
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