The Critters Of My Life Archive

Baby Fever

Posted April 14, 2015 By kmarrs

It’s fairly well documented that I get baby fever something fierce when my youngest is about 3 years old.  Sure enough, my kids are basically 4 years apart, currently 11, 7, and 3.

You guessed it; OMG do I have the fever!  Like you wouldn’t believe.

Now, this is obviously the worst time ever to have a baby and I already have three, so… no.  No more babies especially not right now!  (No self, no!)  Luckily, I’m fixed. Follow that link.  It sums up nicely why a 4th baby is right out.  That and my pregnancy with Sambam nearly killed me.  There is an entire category that gives you the play by play there.

So Pat does what Pat does, and he took my to the pet store.  I have to say, the entire trip and purchase, because of course there was a purchase, was 100% his idea meaning he can’t even get upset at me for it.  In fact, he thanked me!  He freakin’ thanked me for allowing him to bring a furbaby into the house.  If that isn’t BPD manipulation, I don’t know what is.  I’ve only wanted one of these forever.

So, meet Sweet Pea.  Named because she is as sweet as sugar, and because she peed all over my husband in the early hours of joining the family.  (We didn’t have her home/potty set up yet and there had been a car ride.)

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Also, as I’ve bitched about money on here in the past few months, it’s worth stating the following:

  • All bills are paid up to date.
  • Kids have new and a responsible amount of clothing for the coming season.
  • We have all material needs, and some wants, met and recently.
  • David, my brother-in-law who lives here, just found a job and all the above should remain true for the foreseeable future.
  • Babies cost more than we spent on Sweet Pea.
  • She has my husband trained to snuggle her when she whines at him.
  • My heart is full of glee.
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Wordless Wednesday: Bearded Dragon Style

Posted April 8, 2015 By kmarrs


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No one has said anything, but in some cases I can imagine the thoughts on my lizard and being broke.  However, instead of doing an individualized guilt complex for my lizard, I would like to look at the broader scope and not just offer up my validation for my pet, but maybe also some validation for all of us.  Us being defined in this case as those on a limited budget due to disability or limited due to limited real career options, but whom still have pets we technically can’t comfortably afford.

  1. This is ultra wide-spread – It is actually a documented fact that pets help calm the anxious, and add quality of life for those who are struggling to find any real quality.  This is so well documented, in fact, that doctors can legally prescribe mental health patients companion animals of most any, realistic kind, and these mental health companions are afforded all the same legal rights as, say, a seeing eye dog.
  2. In the event of families, pets are a way of feeling normal when funds are tight, in such a way that won’t cause bankruptcy.  In a world of poverty, there are so many things you can’t have or have to say no to, but a small pet doesn’t have to rack up the cost of living bill.  In the case of a cat or dog, you can adopt them free or cheap at the beginning, but if you have to pay extra on your lease, plus food, it can add about 300$ to the bills, even after a cheap start.  Some can be qualified as being in poverty and still handle that 300$ a month.  There are different degrees of poverty.  And we are all experts at cutting corners to afford what we really need and really want.  Then of course comes something like a snake, a lizard, a frog, fish, or hamsters.  After the cost of the animal plus the set up, you might be paying almost a grand out-of-pocket at the start (but hey, we get great tax returns), however, the month-to-month upkeep can be well under 100$ and most can work that in.  The impact of the quality of life, when you have a warm kitty purring in your lap, typically can help tip the scale in you pet owner’s favor as the cost versus benefit gets weighed out.

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As for my family: The lizard is my mental health companion, but she’s made Pat her human.  So my heart swells with love when I watch them together and he fusses over her.

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Watch Your Face

Posted April 15, 2013 By kmarrs

I’ve talked Pat into getting a dog.  Alright, so he’s making me wait until we get back from vacation in July, but still, that’s not so very far off.  At this point, I think he just wants me to stop begging for a baby.  What with me having been sterilized, it was buy me a dog or steal me a baby.  And the pregnant girl at work is already eying me funny enough as it is.

We even know what kind we want.  Alright, maybe not the breed.  I mean, we both have a personal dog we want that is breed specific, but this first dog will be the family dog and for that we are looking at personality traits, not pedigree.

This dog will be a rescue, but young enough to grow up with my babies.  This dog will be big.  Big enough that my babies can climb over it without hurting it, and it will have the mushy personality to take it and love it, please sir can I have some more.  But this dog will also be big enough that should someone force entry into my home and threaten my babies, that someone will be without a face.  That if someone messes with my oldest when he walks the dog (3 times a day so he says) they will have to mess with the dog in the process.

This dog will love to eat Cheerios off the floor.  And crusts.  And bits of chicken.

This dog will love to play fetch with the baby.  And fetch the baby.

Chase monsters away for my Lucas.  And then sleep at his feet to keep them away.

Teach responsibility to my Thomas, and companionship that only a dog can offer as well.

My current love is named Lady.  She can boast manners, leash training, house breaking, and a Great Dane in her lineage.  I’m in love, but I can’t imagine she will be there in July.  Hopefully, at least, she has an equally ladylike friend.

And in July, we will go seek this friend out.  Pat and I will spend hours looking and playing with the dogs.  And when we think we have found our long-lost family member, we’ll introduce first Thomas, then the rest of my babies.  The children will get a good hour testing the temperament of any dog we might bring home.  And if the dog can withstand all 3 at once, and still beg for more, they will find a forever home and with it endless love and adoration.  And that’s just from me.


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This ‘N’ That

Posted February 10, 2012 By kmarrs

Alright, so I am way over due to write something, so I am going to touch base with a general check-in.

My blood pressure meds are working well, as long as I don’t miss a dose. But I keep some in my purse so I hopefully won’t miss any. In the event of a break through headache, it is mild and easily stopped by various pain meds.

Mental health wise I’m still doing pretty good. I’m finding myself grumpy with my family, but that’s mostly the boys fighting and such, and then Pat’s reaction to all that. That isn’t mental health though. That is a rightful reaction to the bullshit going on around me.

Work is still phenomenal. I really love every aspect of it. The people, what I’m doing, where I’m at.

I have found the best way to turn your husband green is to mention you are “late” a couple months after your tubal. It doesn’t matter that it’s part of the conversation that you’ve become very irregular since. Yes, I did start, I was just 1 day later than the site guessed and that was a guess based on a 25-28 day cycle range.

Band Back Together is nominated for 3 bloggies. You should probably vote for us.

Cat who moved in has moved out. We were hoping to get him fixed before he started spraying. We had the appointment scheduled even, for this coming Monday. But we didn’t get it in time. The breaking point was when he sprayed the rat, cage and all. Poor Lucky is not very happy with any of us. Anyway, Theo started a stray, his family is still out there. Bye.

The, uh, voices from the previous post was some technical thing involving my brain trying to fill in gaps from 1 ear being covered and listening to music, the other not. Which is reassuring. Because you never know.

We are in process of getting Thomas diagnosed with ADHD. It’s a lengthy process. Luke is SO next. This is vital to him living to see 5. So very vital.

We got our tax return. Then we bought a car. Car payment and all. I love the car. I don’t love the idea of payments. But we can afford it. Mostly. We are removing some of our cable channels to take the edge off. And the car insurance increase was less than expected. We’ll only be making payments for a year, then we’ll pay it the rest of the way off with the next tax return. Don’t mind the green tinge to my skin.

Sammy is beyond anything I could have ever hoped for. She is the most laid back baby I’ve ever met. She is sweet, goofy, cuddly, happy, healthy, beautiful. There is no one who doesn’t adore her.

Alright, that’s the general update. I’ll be around.

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The Cat Who Moved In

Posted January 11, 2012 By kmarrs

Monday, a stray cat of about 4-6 months in age, randomly followed my 8yo home from the bus stop.  And by followed him home, I mean when the 8yo walked in the back door, so did the cat.  Then the cat made himself at home like he’d been here all along.  We’re just really unobservant, silly humans that we are.

I came home to find said cat being held by a guilty looking husband.  Who informed me the only hesitation was that it was a male and males spray.  But oh btw everyone was already in love, what did we want to do?

We proceeded to “debate” the issue for awhile.  When finally, I gave Pat a funny look and asked him the cat’s name.

Theodore.  Teddy for short.  Named for Teddy Roosevelt due to his whisker structure.

So, the debate, it seems, was pretty much just a formality.  The cat wasn’t going anywhere.

Luckily, I should be getting my tax return in February, so we can have him neutered before he reached the age of the spray.

So.  Theo, or teddy, has captured our home.  And our hearts.

See Mr Theo is a bit of a cuddle bug.  He is as starved for affection as he was for food.  And in his quest for affection he pays no mind to personal space or boundaries.  Which, I suppose I should have seen coming by the way in which he moved (himself) in.

He also, likes to beg for food from those who have it.  Which I’d be really annoyed with, except he spent lord knows how long eating out of a dumpster and chasing squirrels hoping for some extra protein.  So, I get it.  He’s known hunger.  It’s plain as day looking at him.  And so now, he has to guarantee his next meal.  He is also down right willing to take that meal right out of any hand that offers.  Also, he isn’t a picky eater.  He likes, that we have found so far: chicken, turkey, American cheese, cooked carrots, and green beans.  He doesn’t like corn though.  Just so you know.

Also, don’t turn your back on your food.  Last night he stuck his head in my, thankfully empty, glass.  And when he was done licking the sides, he discovered his head was stuck.  Yes he was rescued.  Yes he is fine.  No, I don’t have pictures.

So.  Uh.  Welcome home Theodore?  At least you are a sweetie!

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