Back After All These Years...

Wow! It has been years since I have been here... Maybe I should start doing something with this blog. Allot has changed over the years. Or rather, I have grown and changed over the years. lol :)

Where I've Been

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We Love Katamari

I love this game! My cousin is letting me borrow it.

I am already addicted to it. You roll stuff up into balls. Anything from

tooth brushes, tacks, balls, cats, bunnies, carrots, buckets, tigers, people,

cars, Lego's, pizzas, houses, clouds, and the list goes on and on.....

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I tried looking online for this game. I have found it in some places but

of course they want you to use a credit card. I am hoping to find it at

a used game store. We are getting a GameStop in town. They might have

it. Or maybe I could talk Sam Goodie into ordering it for me and I could

go there with my parents on their next trip to chillicothe and pick it up.

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Someday I will own it but for now I will just play Kelli's video game,

if only for a short while....until she wants it back. I imagine that will be

soon enough. I can't say I would blame her. It is an awesome game!

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I am now the proud owner of 'We Y Katamari'!

Kelli gave me her copy. Yay for Kelli!!

Rory

I really don't feel like writing. Rory was hit by a car. I found her Sunday night by the tree and then fence. She had no use of her back legs and they looked kinda bloody. She had a calm look in her eyes. I loved on her and she was really into it. She tried to lift up. I wish I had spent more time out there with her. (There are allot of things I wish for Rory. Like that it never happened or that I could have taken her to the vet. That I could have stopped it somehow.) We think she had been hit Friday. Mom had seen her by the road and never thought anything of it. Normally when I come home from work she comes running or she is already at the door. Tom gave her a bowl of water and a can of cat food. She ate a little and had some water. I had it planned to take her to the vet the next day but she was gone and we haven't seen her since. Tom believes she went up under the house and died. But I don't know. I do think she is gone however. We think we know who done it to her too. There is a family we work with that has been dropping settle hints about our cat being in the road, and that they are going to get hit, and how we have too many. They deliver papers on Sundays. What is odd is that, that day they delivered the paper on Friday. We can't prove it.

Ever since I have been utterly depressed, angry, upset, confused, sick, and utterly depressed to the point I can't eat. I am so worried for my other cats that it keeps triggering minor anxiety attacks. Why do people want to attack us and our cats? Rory never bothered a soul. She was the little white kitty that never grew. She stayed kitten size. She was going on two years old. She had many more years yet to go. She was so sweet and fun and playful all the time and very smart. She slept with Tom and I every night and in the morning she demanded lovings from when I got ready for work. She sat and slept in the flower pot like a little fuzzy white flower by the door outside.

I can't talk anymore about it. I hope to tell more happy stories about her in the future but right now I am just trying to recover. I don't think I will ever get over it. I loved her and I will miss her forever.

Moulin Rouge

Yay!! I bought Moulin Rouge at Sam Goodies yesterday. I finally own it on DVD. I don't like the fact that it is in widescreen but beggers can't be choosers. It was all that they had. Only two copies. Thomas doesn't like the movie. He just doesn't understand. I think if he only took the time out to really see what it was about. But then he just isn't into musicals. I find it hard to believe that my mom doesn't care for it either. She just isn't into love stories. Not like this.

LETS GET SIMPSONIZED!

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That's me Simpsonized That's Tom Simpsonized

Corn Hole

At the last minute I decided to camp out at my parent's after all. I had a blast. Tom and I set up camp behind the apple tree for privacy and shade. Amy's tent (that dad gave her) was closer to the fire and Gavyn's near that one. Which Gavyn thought he would sleep in by himself. That last for twenty minutes. I loved the one that dad gave to Amy. That thing is huge. It has three rooms in it and a porch like area. Dad bought it has Ceasars Creek for ten dollars.

Who all came? My grandparents from both sides of the family, uncle Ronnie, uncle Randy (whom did not drink, he drank the night before...), and later Tina and her husband. Dad's neighbor came over munch later just to chat with Dad. Oh and Amy, Chris, and the kids.

The food was great. Tom helped dad with grilling the meat. Grandma Perkins made potato salad and zucchini bread. Amy made baked beans. She also made something very special. She didn't have a name for. Although it probably does. It was something Big Chris said one night she put together. It had cheese, broccoli, and potato. It was delicious. Any time Amy throws something together it comes out great. Anything else....well, we all have our opinions.

The game was corn hole. I never thought I would like the game, but then I never saw it being played. It is fun. Once you get the point system down that is. Mom doesn't like the game for that reason. I didn't play too much the first night. Too many people I guess. Last night I was still there and played it with dad, Randy, Amy, Big Chris, and Gavyn. I got pretty good too, although I didn't feel well from the night before. Gavyn was good too. I am really proud of him. It is hard to make a hole when people are cheering/coaching you on.

The drink for the night was strawberry daiquiri made with mom's rum (whatever that was) and Amy's captain Morgan. I drank glass after glass. I don't know how many I really had but I just couldn't get enough. I was saying to myself. I feel good but I'm not drunk. I wasn't drunk until I fell over the hammock. That was when I decided to call it a night. I had other plans and knew someone was already in the tent waiting on me. Or perhaps he was only sleeping. But he most definitely got woken up....;)

I have never slept in a tent before. It was different but exciting. I didn't really like the location that Tom picked. Not so far off is that creep house Amy lived in. I woke up to a big bug on the tent. I thought it was a spider but the next day I think I brought it in with me. A pinching bug it was. Mom found it walking out of the bathroom. I flicked it off the tent before I went out to pee. Then I forgot all about it and pee where I flicked it too. I couldn't get the tent unzipped when I came out. I had to crawl out. When I came back I couldn't get it zipped back either. I threw my pants in front of the slip. I think maybe that is how I brought the pincher in. (in the morning when I could see, I got the zipper unstuck, not that it matters)

Yesterday we got on the subject of Tom and I and how mom was pissed when she learned of us. That was when something came out. Something I never knew. Jeremy wanted Nathan to tell mom about us. Nathan wouldn't. So even though our friendship was torn apart, he was never a back stabber. I knew Jeremy had told him but I always thought he was in on telling mom too. Mom also said something odd. She told me that even though she was pissed off about Tom and I. She was more pissed off that it was Jeremy who told her. But this is all history. Six years ago.....

It is funny how time changes. How much does it really change? Maw-maw is very ill. I saw her the day before. We chatted about the weather, the kids, and how old she was. She told me she didn't think she would make it to 90. Less than six months away. All I could do was picture her fifteen years younger. I picture everyone I knew fifteen years younger. That brings me back to the age of nine. When everyone still had their innocents. Or at least for the most part. Justin, Meeka and there cousins were all cute and though they were brats, they were fun. Nikki was older than I. Then there were the neighbor boys. Amy showing the the 'No Trespassing' sign. Life was fun. That was only just a part of my life. The other half of it was those Saturdays when we went to grandma's. That goes back before Staunton. In those times my sister and our cousins were close. The family in general was close. In my mom youth they may have been even closer. Time changes everything. Sometime for the better, sometimes not. Sometimes it is like a roller coaster. For myself...it can only be said in a song.

Bon Appétit

What's been goin' on? Let's see...Tom wrecked his bike the other day. The wheel had come off. But he came out of it alright. Took a few bruises and some scrapes to the face, elbow, knees, and ribs. Next day he had an asthma attack due from the stress and the weather changing. But he's fine now.

Tomorrow my parents are having a cookout. My mom said it was dad's deal. He is the one that is setting it up and inviting friends and family over. They want us to stay the night and camp out with Amy and Chris. I don't know if I wanna do that. I hate the thought of nobody being here at the house. I also worry about my cats. Who's gonna feed them? I have my cats so spoiled, they expect to be fed at night. Two to three time in the night with can cat food. I don't know anyone that feed their cats the way that I do. They're my babies. To illustrate; if someone had a newborn baby they would get up and feed it throughout the night. Usually when ever the baby demands it by crying. My cats get quite demanding about being fed too, like a baby.

Not all of my cats are demanding when it comes to being fed in the middle of the night. Most of them wouldn't care, but there is one in particular that I just can't say no to. Although he has gotten better about it. Voodoo wakes me up and I tell him. "No baby. Not right now. Lay down. Go to sleep." He then lays down beside me and takes a cat nap. It's a cat nap because not long after I get up to go to the bathroom anyway. (Every time I wake up I go.) That is when I feed him a can of cat food with the dry, along with any other cat that comes running. Sometimes they put Voodoo up to waking me in the middle of the night to be fed. Voodoo kneads my stomach to wake me up. This really hurts too. Feels as if someone is punching me over and over. Or he will take his head/face and pushes my arm up. I mean really lifts it up with his head/face. It gets my attention.

This is how it works. At 10:00 pm they get their supper meal with the wet and dry cat food mixed. Most of them show up for this at ten til'. Then sometimes at two o'clock in the morning. That is when the cats that didn't show for supper come in wanting to be fed. The ring leader is Voodoo. He usually shows up for all the meals. Especially the ones he demands. Then I feed them again anywhere from five to six in the morning. Depends on the time change, when I get up for work, and when I go to the bathroom. Of course there is a reason for the madness. Working at Sugar Creek has allot to do with it. We got home late every night. Try two in the morning. That was when we fed them. Then there was a time when Tom got up early for work. Five o'clock in the morning. The cats would get all excited and to make them happy and calm them down, they were fed. And yet another time when Tom came home from work at ten o'clock at night. Tom would have his supper and the cats would want theirs.

My cats also have an endless supply of dry cat food in their food dispenser. Not everyone eats it however. Or a few eat very little of it and the can cat food mixed with the dry cat food (in another bowl) becomes their main meal. They are even picky about what they like concerning that. Everyone has their likes and their dislikes when it come to the flavors. Another thing they are picky about is whom they eat with. Not every one likes to eat with every one. Some sit back and wait, while others wait long after the meal has been given. Such as Urza and Mirri. They eat together always. It is a Husband and Wife relationship after all. They wait until their children have had their fill and then it's their turn. Whenever the bowl is clear of cats. And in the end it all works out well. Until your invited over to camp out at your parents.

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Zuma!

We went to Wal-Mart today and I finally broke down and bought Zuma. I love this game. I use to play it all the time online. I could only get so far. Now I can play it whenever I want and I can even advance further in the game. I played it for well over an hour. When I closed my eyes I saw marbles. I think I am going to be playing it in my sleep tonight.

I am still waiting on The Sims 2 with Pets to drop their price. I just hope I don't wait too long and it'll be gone. I saw Daxter out at Wal-Mart too, but it was for PSP. I also saw Rayman Raving Rabbids. I am very curious about that game. I have read some good reviews. I might have to wait for the price to go down on it too. I just hope I don't wait too late and if I do get it one day, I hope it is a keeper.

While looking for Zuma I saw The Sims Life Stories for PC. I read the box and it is suppose to be laptop friendly. I wonder if it really is and is it anything like The Sims 2 for PC? Or is it just a cheap knock off? Will they make laptop friendly expansion packs for it too? I wonder.....

Have I mentioned I beat Jak and Daxter? I beat it. That game was loads of fun!!!!

When Eddie Met Kelli....

I created an Eddie Izzard sim. It took me thirty minutes to finally get it right. Once upon a time there was a much better Eddie skin online. I should have saved the skin to disk a long time ago. Of course that wasn't the case....I had to make my own Eddie Izzard. My Kelli sim just hasn't been the same without him.

I think he came out alright. You be the judge.....

Updates?

Remember how I said there would be updates? I had them but due to the nature of them I was too upset and depressed to write. The update is, the kittens are gone. They did not make it. Phoebe didn't produce milk and by the time we figured it out, it was too late. Just two days old they were. Tom had gone to the store and bought some kitten milk and a bottle, hoping to save at least one. I thought we might. There were seven to begin with. We thought there were six but when we got them out from under the bed we found the seventh one already dead. Soon after another followed. That night it was quiet. I had heard only one cry. I got up and got a bottle ready. Three were dead and one was soon to follow as well. The one I thought might just make it. I had gotten up twice and fed it. Tom had even gotten up and fed it. After work when I came home I found it just like the others. On its side and it wouldn't cry anymore.

It is pointless going through their colors and patterns. Just know that they would have been beautiful cats. Phoebe on the other hand was beautiful. But she is sick. She has been since she became pregnant. Which could possibly be the reason why she produced no milk. We don't know what is wrong with her. I feel bad about not letting her into the house anymore but I am sick of cleaning up after her messes. She is best left outside. If we had the money and didn't have a previous bill with the vet I would take her in. We hope to get rid of her somehow as well as at least half my cats.

Tina (Amy's friend) lost a bunch of cats. A friend had given them dog food to give to their cats. It turns out that it was the same crap that was on a recall. The same tainted food that has been poisoning and killing pet owner's animals.

More on the tainted pet food, my grandpa Kimmey's dog died of the same thing. Suddenly his dog became sick. He had taken him to the vet and they gave some medicine and thought it was old age. The dog had the same symptoms as everyone else's pet had that were poisoned. Only this was when no one knew the pet food had been poisoned. If grandpa had known her would have taken it to court. He misses his big baby of a dog. That dog would follow him even to the bathroom. He would sit on his lap. Which is pretty incredible considering the dog was huge. Bigger even than grandpa. Grandpa however, has a new dog but it just isn't quite the same. He had Junior (aka June Bug) for years.

We will never know how many pet have died from the tainted pet food. While that is sad and scary, it is even more scary that the chemical melamine was found in feed rations on a California hog farm. Which may even show up on other U.S. farms. Who knows how far this will go. We always knew our food wasn't safe. This only confirms it. Whether this was an accident or done by some evil person or persons, this is just crazy.