Just Call me Kitty Kat

You know awhile ago my sister was having issues with her pup eating anything and everything. At the time I laughed, because, lets face it, I didn't think cats did that sort of thing. Well the last week has turned that whole belief upside down. It started with little things. Trying to get into the pizza box, nothing new. But then one night while we were sleeping, I had left chicken on the counter to thaw. 4 breasts in a package, and one lone one left in a bag. They took that bag, and devoured the chicken breast and all juices. The bag was sucked dry and not a drop of juice anywhere. No evidence that a piece of chicken ever existed in that bag. So we threw the empty bag away, took away their food for the morning (not that they cared- they were incredibly full and not even whining for food..) and we went out that afternoon on a trip to Hobby Lobby. While we were out, they got into the saltine crackers, the vanilla wafers, and anything else by those two that was in a plastic package on the pantry shelf. Slightly ridiculous. Now today. Lee woke up this morning to find half eaten tortillas all over the kitchen. Tortillas? Really? Of all the weird things for a cat to take... Tortillas?! I will never understand our crazy kitties, and I try to love them anyway.

Abbi has discovered a new game. She wants attention, constantly. Not just for ten minutes like usual. She wont leave the room I'm in, and usually lays next to me. She also has started biting me. I'll pet her, she bites me after awhile, i smack her head, she snuggles closer. I dont get the game, but its a game all the same.

And thats all I have to say about my babies. Love you all!

After the Page Turn In Our Book of Life

So Friday was a huge day for us. Greg finally shipped off, in the middle of me being knocked out for surgery. The good part about it was, being at the hospital I refused to cry because I was afraid the doctors would think I was freaking out about the surgery, not that my husband just got shipped off to Afganistan. So there were no tears, even though I still feel like crying, I'm able to keep myself together pretty well by trying to focus on other things. The wedding, not sitting on my tailbone, scrapbooking, and trying to not kill my cats for the various silly things they have started doing.

For anyone that didn't know, I had a pilonidial cyst on my tailbone (usually where they are found) that had to be lanced about a month ago, and they told me it would be better to remove it then end up in the hospital emergency room over and over again when it flares up. So on Friday morning, I had it removed. I'm not alone, my mom came down and is here until Wednesday to help out, which is incredibly nice. I'm doing alright. Sometimes I feel like the Rascal Flatts song, Stand. "I feel like a candle in a hurricane, just like a picture with a broken frame... Alone and helpless like you've lost you're fight, but you'll be alright I'LL be alright." Just kinda how things are in my head right now.

And yes Greg is on his way to Afganistan, its not a very long trip, He shall be back before the wedding, so dont anyone freak out! Its our first time being away from each other for more than 3 weeks since we got married, but I expect it to be a fast trip. I'm off of work for the next month, so I plan on sending him letters and packages and lots of love from home. Just message me if you need his address!

Everything seems to be holding itself together just fine right now, but check back in on me in a few weeks. I'm doing ok now, just a little scared that this will get harder. Love to all our friends and family!