I am in a phase of hating school. Ugh. I know that this is
because I have an exam tomorrow and feel totally unprepared. But I hate that it
takes up 10 hours of my evenings IN class (let alone the preparing, reading,
studying- which the professor said to expect to spend 20 hours a week doing
that…20 hours a week studying for ONE class), and it is beautiful outside. I
hate having to say no to plans with Brian. But mostly I hate that it makes me
feel stupid. School used to make me feel smart…this class makes me feel stupid.
And makes me think ‘what the heck am I thinking?’. But then I think about how
lucky I am to even be able to take classes- to have the time, to have the
money, to have a goal.
Okay, got that rant out. I should be studying for said
unprepared test, but I’m blogging, because I’m tired of studying and I think it’s
a little hopeless at this point.
An evening that I do look forward to each week is kickball.
Spring league is over- we made it all through some very dramatic playoff games-
rain outs, delays…in the game before the final, we got 2 innings in (up by 8)
and the lights on the field went out. We were told we would start the game back
up where we left off. Well…when the game was finally rescheduled, the league
made us start over AND the team showed up with completely different players…they
loaded their team…for kickball. And after the end of 2 innings, we were, once
again, up by 8. Immediately following that game, we played the championship. It
was such a great game, back and forth…tied going into the bottom of the 7th
(we only play 7 innings), and literally three seconds after they scored a run,
all the lights on the field went out. It was very dramatic. Summer season is in
full swing.
Fourth of July weekend was busy and great. I missed the Sounders
game on the Wednesday because of class (to see how I feel about that, re-read
the first paragraph of this entry)…then Thursday we went over to some friends
for bbq and fireworks. Such a fun group of people, awesome food, aaaand some malfunctioning fireworks. Oh well. On Friday the little girl I watch had her birthday party, so we stopped in at that before heading down to Olympia for my aunt and uncle's house. They always have a big 4th party weekend
with people coming and going. There was a fire breather (picture)…didn’t think we’d be
seeing that when we left the house that day. On Sunday morning Olga came over
to meet the kitties. She and I went up to Bakery Nouveau for some delicious
treats. She snuggled with the cats and noticed that Millie’s ears were filthy.
She requested some Q-tips and went to town. I think she used like 15 Q-tips on little
Millie. And then informed us that she probably had ear mites. Great. Then Sunday
evening we headed up to Brian’s parents house for little Scarlett’s first
birthday party.
I bought a huge half flat of strawberries the week before
the 4th (the berries were overflowing…it was probably enough to fill
a full flat)…they were so sweet and yummy. I was trying to think of something
to make with them with all of the activities we had going on and decided on strawberry
salsa. Brian loved it, so I made three batches of it (super easy- pint of
strawberries, 4 roma tomatoes, 1 jalepeno, couple cloves of garlic, juice of a
lime, T of olive oil, and some cilantro).
When Olga mentioned that Millie might have ear mites, I
called the vet and changed the appointment we had scheduled for the following
week (to get their booster shots). Unfortunately I had class when they were
available to see the cats (paragraph one, again), so Brian had to take them by
himself. I wrote up a list of questions for the vet about each one, along with
their personality traits, etc…I got them all packed up in their box and sent
Brian on his way. He said that Frank did great, just sat there and let the vet
do his thing. Millie scratched and fought, and he said she looked sad. And she
did have ear mites AND an ear infection, poor girl. So we have ear drops to
give her every 12 hours…first couple of times that was rough, but she has
gotten pretty used to it now. And her ears are much cleaner.Other than that, the vet said they are very healthy kittens, and that Frank probably won't be THAT gigantic. He is big, but also seems much bigger because Millie is actually a very small kitten. Frank is literally more than twice her size- she is 2.5 lbs and he is almost 6lbs.
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| grandma with my little cousins |
This weekend I went over to Ocean Shores with my fam. Brian
had plans, so couldn’t make it, but I always love the ocean trips with
everyone, so I was going…despite the test I have tomorrow. The weather at the
ocean is usually freezing and windy and overcast, but the sun actually came out
every day, and it was SO PRETTY. My aunt and I went running on the beach in the
morning…it is so amazing how much I enjoy running on the beach…I haven’t been
running much lately, but I wasn’t checking the time, wasn’t tired, my breathing
was slow and easy, my legs felt great…ahhh, I wish I could run barefoot every
day at the beach…I would be in such great shape! Brian text me that Millie
missed me while I was gone and kept sitting in my spot.
And because they are just so darn cute and I love them to
pieces…here are a few kitten photos. Brian let me know that he bought a new remote control car 'for the cats'...
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| playing with the car |
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| Size difference |
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