We have two adorable kitten that have completely different personalities. Immie is an attention whore, if I am in the other room petting Pipper she will run in as fast as she can and push Pipper out of the way and get as physically close to me as possible. 
Pipper will put her head down and walk out of the room. It is way sad and I don't know what to do about it! Pipper though is my computer buddy! She will sit in front of the computer and watch everything that goes on in the monitor. She is obsessed with shadows and watching T.V.
Today when I was at the clinic I met the lady that was going to take my blood. I was sitting in my chair and watching people walk by. The people walking by would look at me and smile really big and kinda giggle. After about the fifth person that walked by I got to thinking, "Man I must be really friendly looking.......wait........ I looked at the chair I was sitting in, which was in the corner of the room, and also the way I was sitting in it! Yes, the chair was for taking blood but..... There were 3 arms to the chair and I was completely enclosed. My feet dangled from the seat as I sat with my hands between my legs. So I looked like I was trapped in a high chair. I started laughing to myself and thought, "My life is soooo funny! I don't think it could get any funnier!" Then this nurse walks in with another women who apparently works there. Then the nurse introduced the women to the staff saying, "This is Cindy, today is her first day. She is a "bla bla bla" nurse but she is only going to be taking blood today." My eyes got really big and then I felt REALY trapped! But to my luck original nurse took my blood and she did a great job! It was less then a pinch! After she took 8 vials she asked, "So what's your name?" I said, "Miranda." She looked at me and giggled, "Where did your parents come up with that name?" I was taken back because I have never been asked like that! So here I am laughing again! Maybe being pregnant makes things more funnier then what they really are, if that is the case, I want to be pregnant FOREVER!!!
Pipper will put her head down and walk out of the room. It is way sad and I don't know what to do about it! Pipper though is my computer buddy! She will sit in front of the computer and watch everything that goes on in the monitor. She is obsessed with shadows and watching T.V. No matter what room I am in, one or both of them have to be next to me! Anyway, that is a recap of my sweet kitties. So I work on Saturdays and when I come home I am pooped out and just want to sleep the rest of the day. Saturday night Steven says, "We need kitty litter, the cats have a quarter of an inch of fresh litter." I am in bed WAY too tired to get up and said ,"I will worry about it on Monday." For those who are not LDS needs to note that Sunday is the Sabbath Day and we do not go out shopping or do anything that promotes someone else to work for us, since it is the day of rest. Saturday night I am sleeping and hear a yowl come from one of the kittens. I have never heard that sound come from them, but decided to keep sleeping. Sunday rolls around and I could not believe the stench that filled air. Since I am pregnant it is
Steven's job to clean it out!!! I open the windows before leaving for church hoping the smell will just leave and would be able to hold off shopping till Monday. We we come home and it is DISGUSTING!!! I told Steven that WE HAVE to get litter because for one it is making me vomit, and two I HATE a dirty house. So we went to Target on Sunday :( I now know why we all need to keep the Sabbath Day holy, because there are WAY TOO many people out on Sunday. It was worse then trying to see a brand new movie on a Friday night. People were pushy and forgetting about something called personal space. We get home, pull out the litter box only to find a big "block of cement" in there. These poor kittens were so upset that they had no where to "GO." Steven shakes out the rug that catches the little litter beads that fall out and realize they have been "using" my brand new FREAKING RUG!!!
I'm like okay, this is what I get for being lazy Saturday night. I have never washed a runner rug before so I did not think anything different. Ran that sucker through the wash, put it in the dryer, pulled it out only the find the poor thing has turned into a huge AFRO PUFF! The shag carpet melted together and looks like it needs grease, to get it back the way it looked!
What makes me laugh even harder is that me and Steven like to sneak up on each other, don't ask why, but if we are wearing shocks and our feet walk across the darn thing it makes the same sound Velcro makes when you rip off the other side. So we will be sneaking down the hall way with one of us in the other room would hear cre, cre, cre, cre. Our ear will perk up and we would say, "I know your in there! Don't even try!!!"
I have been laughing over this all morning, one thing after another! That is why we LDS members get things DONE before Sunday because crap (not pun intended) happens to us when we are lazy!
Then today I had to get my blood taken. I am still scared of the needle even after having so many blood samples taken. A couple years ago I had a REEEEEEEEEALY bad experience with the needle. I was sitting in the chair, my hands were sweaty, and this trainee came up to me and started to prep my arm. I look behind this women and there was a doctor standing there supervising her.
I knew right off the bat that this was NOT OKAY! This lady barely spoke english and when she pricked me I flinched and tried to bite my tongue. My eyes welted up with water because she was wigling the needle around because SHE MISSED the freakin' vain! She tried to ask if I was okay, but at this point I was so pissed! When all was said and done I had a huge bruise and a vain that made clicking sounds when I bent my elbow back and forth.
Today when I was at the clinic I met the lady that was going to take my blood. I was sitting in my chair and watching people walk by. The people walking by would look at me and smile really big and kinda giggle. After about the fifth person that walked by I got to thinking, "Man I must be really friendly looking.......wait........ I looked at the chair I was sitting in, which was in the corner of the room, and also the way I was sitting in it! Yes, the chair was for taking blood but..... There were 3 arms to the chair and I was completely enclosed. My feet dangled from the seat as I sat with my hands between my legs. So I looked like I was trapped in a high chair. I started laughing to myself and thought, "My life is soooo funny! I don't think it could get any funnier!" Then this nurse walks in with another women who apparently works there. Then the nurse introduced the women to the staff saying, "This is Cindy, today is her first day. She is a "bla bla bla" nurse but she is only going to be taking blood today." My eyes got really big and then I felt REALY trapped! But to my luck original nurse took my blood and she did a great job! It was less then a pinch! After she took 8 vials she asked, "So what's your name?" I said, "Miranda." She looked at me and giggled, "Where did your parents come up with that name?" I was taken back because I have never been asked like that! So here I am laughing again! Maybe being pregnant makes things more funnier then what they really are, if that is the case, I want to be pregnant FOREVER!!!
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