Wake me in a Month

Ev'ry day is like survival.

Culture Club's Karma Cameleon

I've been a little reflective the past couple of days.  I think it has to do with partying with some high school friends this past weekend.  I woke up thinking about a boy in my 8th grade.  I'll say it: he liked me and I, well to put it bluntly, was not the least bit interested in him.  In my 8th grade book we couldn't be friends because he was always "hitting" on me (translation: I wasn't very nice to him).

I wanted to write about memories and reflections and that sort of sappy stuff today, but instead I thought I'd share my morning.

A.M. Yoga- What a way to start the day- all zen-like and calm...not in my strawberry patch!

I lay down my mat and set up the player.  I turn around and Garbage Gut is playing with his slobbery dog toy....on my mat!!!

grrrr to these two!!!

I shoo him off the mat and begin my yoga routine.  Calm, surrender....  kak....kak....kak....gag...gag.... Ollie is throwing up a furball near my head.

Kitzilla assessing the damage.  Yep, that's a fur ball alright

Kitzilla might have been the culprit, but I doubt it.  The culprit usually doesn't return to the crime scene!

I continue with my yoga reverting to my mode of "selective hearing" or my Scarlett O'hara "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."

You know, I have enough to do without the critters adding more to my day.  After Kitzilla ate, she decided to bring the dish down with her.  Garbage Gut says "Gee, thanks!  This is my lucky day!!!"

Garbage Gut assessing the damage.  Yep, that's cat food alright

nom, nom,nom....wonder how much this vet bill will be???

 I keep the cat food up on the counter in the laundry room so Garbage Gut will NOT get into the cat food.  I have plenty of vet bills to prove that!

And lest you think the new baby kitty is an angel, she knocked over the jar with the colorful pipe cleaners and is happily playing and I am unhappily playing "pick up sticks."

Yep, that's a lime green pipe cleaner and not Hermie the Wormie

Do you believe in what goes around, comes around?  I'm beginning to believe it.  Now I know why I awoke  thinking about my dear departed 8th grade friend.

Let's just name my morning "Karma!"