Well today is a good day. I'm at my dad's house, the sun is shining, and I got a new cat. <3!!! I am defiantly a cat person. I had one cat before named Fuzzy and she's about nine-nine-and-a-half. She is a cute little calico with pretty green eyes and a very single-person affection set. I only got Fuzzy last year but my (semi-) stepmother Kat has known her since she was a kitten. So she is not my best friend although she does sit in my lap on occasion.
Today we looked at two cats and got to take one home. Her name is Prada. She is a Maine Coon. She acts like a princess but she is so loving and purrs easily. She is about three years old and is twice the size of Fuzzy. My dad looked at her and totally fell in love.
On the twenty sixth we get to take Miami home, which is the other cat that we looked at today. Miami is nine weeks old. She is a Maine Coon mix. I was holding her and we walked past the dog area. She DOES NOT like dogs at all. Of coarse today happens to be one of the few days that I wore a low cut shirt and I have kitty scratch marks all over me. :( She didn't mean it though. She was just afraid. So I cleaned up my cuts and am now typing my blog.
http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13908628 Miami
http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13888995 Prada
So today is a happy day but who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Beginning
So let's start out slow.
My parents are divorced. Nowadays that's not uncommon but it hurts me a lot. I happen to be one of those people that blame everything on myself even if I know that it's not my fault. I blame myself for the breakup of my parents even though I was less than a year old.
My mother left for a reason that is unclear to me. She left my brother and I with my father for three weeks until she came back for us.
When she went into surgery on her gallbladder my father drove up to Indiana all the way from Texas to pick me up. A few weeks later my mother demanded me back so my father drove me back.
I love both my father and mother. Even though my mother drives me up the wall. I love them so much.
My parents are divorced. Nowadays that's not uncommon but it hurts me a lot. I happen to be one of those people that blame everything on myself even if I know that it's not my fault. I blame myself for the breakup of my parents even though I was less than a year old.
My mother left for a reason that is unclear to me. She left my brother and I with my father for three weeks until she came back for us.
When she went into surgery on her gallbladder my father drove up to Indiana all the way from Texas to pick me up. A few weeks later my mother demanded me back so my father drove me back.
I love both my father and mother. Even though my mother drives me up the wall. I love them so much.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Hello
Okay. So this is my first attempt at a blog. My life is a large ball of chaos right now and I wanted somewhere where I could untie the knots.
My name is Kelli. I am a high school student Living in Indiana.
On the left you will see a picture of me dressed up for the premier of the Watchmen. I am very cautious about giving too much information because while I'm sure a lot of are nice people that just blew in from some random website via your stumble button I'm sure at least one person is going to be some creepy old guy.
So, I'm going to describe my life as much as I can remember without giving names of too much information.
Some people have called me crazy, others call me witty and smart, and a lot of people I know blame everything that happens in my life on me. I don't know exactly how everything that happened to me did. All I know is that I'm in the middle of a tug of war.
More information later.
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