Thursday, March 24, 2005

5 love languages

I know what my cats' love languages are. Ginger is definitely touch. She will sit with me for hours and let me pet her. If I stop, she meows her tiny little meow and gives me those huge green eyes as if to say, "why are you stopping?" If I don't restart the petting, she turns around and prisses away on her tiny little petite paws, visibly hurt.

Simba, on the other hand, is gifts. He goes crazy when I say the word "treat". He can't get enough of them! When I get home in the evening, he follows me around the apartment, meowing super loudly and looks up at me. "You've been gone all day, I want a treat!"

I should write a book on the love languages of pets...I could sell it at PetSmart!

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

I came out to my car this morning to find 2 flat tires. There was just enough air in them to get them to the gas station where I filled them up. When I got dressed this morning I picked out a new shirt I had just bought. It's flowery and very pretty. Of course this would be the day that I would end up having to fill my tires with air and get my hands all black from car crud. I knew that since the tires were flat that I should take my car in asap to get the tires checked out. The guy assured me that it wouldn't take too long since they weren't busy. Then, one of the mechanics gets a call from home and his car had just gotten stolen, so he had to leave to fill out a police report. That meant the wait time increased from "not too long" to "we're not too sure how long." One person really does make a difference. I'm sitting there waiting, watching the Tony Danza show (the guest was Sly Stalone who incidentally has his own magazine coming out), and the mechanic comes in with a frown and says, "there's a problem." Yikes! Not only are the 2 tires irrepairable, but because I had bad allignment, all 4 tires need to be replaced.

It's days like this that you wonder why you even got out of bed in the morning...

Monday, March 07, 2005

cat tales

Ginger found a new place to hang out. I left one of my dresser drawers open one morning as I was getting ready for work. I walked back into the room and Ginger was just laying in there, sniffing around, checking things out. She is the most inquisitive cat I know, yet she's terrified of her own shadow. How does that work? I'm surprised she hasn't had a heart attack yet.

I went to buy my kitties some diet cat food, as they are in need of some weight reduction. I found some that said "weight management" but I don't want to manage their weight, I want them to lose it! Anyone know where I can find low fat/low carb cat food?

quarter life crisis

I am having an identity crisis. First, I can't seem to get my name changed. Some people know me as Annette, others as Anna, and other refuse to call me Anna so they only call me Annette. I know this is confusing, most of all for me!

Secondly, what the heck do I want to be when I grow up?! This question haunts me many a sleepless night. Okay, not really, but I do think about it a lot. I wish I knew where my calling was. Neon signs are always welcome...

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

life lessons

I learned a valuable lesson on Saturday. Don't ride two roller coasters back to back with only a few minutes in between to recoup.

How did I learn this lesson? Well, a friend graciously invited me to go to one of the many theme parks in the area. I was so excited because I haven't gotten to ride any cool rides in forever. There is one coaster that is actually two in one; there are two trains that go at the same time side by side. Well, I rode one and it was one of the best coasters I've ever riden. It had tons of loops and when I got off, I was really dizzy. I couldn't even walk straight! We figured that since we were already at this ride, we should go for the other coaster as each one is different in the turns and speeds. We got in line and within minutes were riding the other train. When it stopped at the end, I thought I was going to loose my Cinnabon breakfast!

I think I'm getting old...


Does life ever slow down? I feel like the older I get, the busier and more full my schedule becomes. I know, I know, boundaries, right? I feel like I have good boundaries, but I also want to be involved in my church and in the lives of my friends. The balance is so hard to find!