While I was sleeping (or rather laying awake) on a mattress on the floor of my mom's friend's house. Their cat, Zorra, jumped up on the bed and curled her body against mine, fitting perfectly in the curve of my body while I was laying on my side. Snuggling against my chest with her head tucked under my chin. It was like one of those scenes in a movie.
Although she ditched me to sleep at my sister's feet for a while, she came back. And laid against my outstretched arm. It was a moment of complete happiness.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Austin Backyard Farm
I am staying at my Mom's old friend, Ann's house in Austin for a couple of days. I haven't seen her since I was a wee girlie, so it is gonna be an adventure.
She has 2 goats, Pillow and French Fry. Pillow is white and brown, and French Fry is all tan (the color of a french fry). Pillow will eat anything, and French Fry is unbelievably picky. They like to go for walks around the neighborhood, they chase after guys on bicycles, and they like to run and climb. They are like dogs, except they do not jump on you.
They have a bunch of chickens. All of them have names, but I cannot tell you all of them. I know there is a red one named Roda, and that is pretty much it.
They have a big scary turkey they call Mr. Friend. He shows off to much, and makes these weird vibrating bellowing sounds in his chest. He really wants a girlfriend...a little too much...
She has 2 goats, Pillow and French Fry. Pillow is white and brown, and French Fry is all tan (the color of a french fry). Pillow will eat anything, and French Fry is unbelievably picky. They like to go for walks around the neighborhood, they chase after guys on bicycles, and they like to run and climb. They are like dogs, except they do not jump on you.
They have a bunch of chickens. All of them have names, but I cannot tell you all of them. I know there is a red one named Roda, and that is pretty much it.
They have a big scary turkey they call Mr. Friend. He shows off to much, and makes these weird vibrating bellowing sounds in his chest. He really wants a girlfriend...a little too much...
Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
My Mother's Version of Chutes and Ladders
My mom: "Wait do you go up the slides, or down?"
Me: "Seriously mom, you go down..."
My mom: "Well I didn't know! Kids do it all the time!"
Me: "Seriously mom, you go down..."
My mom: "Well I didn't know! Kids do it all the time!"
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
7 Classic Disney Movies Based On R-Rated Stories
"This is sorta creepy...actually a lot creepy..."
We can understand watering down a story to make it child-appropriate, but Disney didn't have any business adapting these tales in the first place.
Monday, July 5, 2010
You Are Supporters of Illegal Immigration
People don't seem to know that one of the biggest supporters of illegal immigration are slaughterhouses.
Most of their employees are illegal immigrants. They are vulnerable. They need fast money to feed their families. And they will do anything to get it. Even if it involves the most unsanitary conditions. They will often except any amount of pay.
The sad thing is that they are stuck in a constant state of poverty. They usually only have enough money to pay for food and pay the rent for the cheapest house (shack) they can find. They will never move up and out of this cycle. It is almost impossible. They can not get another job, they can not afford better conditions.
They often get sick or injured in this business, and usually can not pay for health care. Another sad thing is they still have work so they can pay "the bills." They have no benefits, they just have the job, and hope that is hopeless.
You can stop contributing to this sad cycle by not eating meat from slaughterhouses. This doesn't mean you have to stop eating meat, you can eat it if it is free-range. Free-Range means that the animals are not raised in cages, they are free to roam around. It is also a lot healthier, there are no chemicals, less fat, and there are no fecies (unlike meat that comes from slaughterhouses).
To contribute or not to contribute, that is the question? It is you choice. I was only doing my job, which is to tell the truth, to tell you the facts.
Most of their employees are illegal immigrants. They are vulnerable. They need fast money to feed their families. And they will do anything to get it. Even if it involves the most unsanitary conditions. They will often except any amount of pay.
The sad thing is that they are stuck in a constant state of poverty. They usually only have enough money to pay for food and pay the rent for the cheapest house (shack) they can find. They will never move up and out of this cycle. It is almost impossible. They can not get another job, they can not afford better conditions.
They often get sick or injured in this business, and usually can not pay for health care. Another sad thing is they still have work so they can pay "the bills." They have no benefits, they just have the job, and hope that is hopeless.
You can stop contributing to this sad cycle by not eating meat from slaughterhouses. This doesn't mean you have to stop eating meat, you can eat it if it is free-range. Free-Range means that the animals are not raised in cages, they are free to roam around. It is also a lot healthier, there are no chemicals, less fat, and there are no fecies (unlike meat that comes from slaughterhouses).
To contribute or not to contribute, that is the question? It is you choice. I was only doing my job, which is to tell the truth, to tell you the facts.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
A Letter to My Sister - Happy Birthday!
The first time I saw you, you were in mommy’s arms. You had absolutely NO hair on your soft delicate little head. Mommy was looking at you and around the room, and you were looking a mommy and around the room, too. When I went up to touch you, you looked up at me with your beautiful eyes and smiled. When I touched your tiny-tiny hand you grabbed my finger and squeezed. I don’t think I really knew what was going on, because you were this new thing that I would have to live with for most of the rest of my life. I had the feeling that I already knew you, and that you were one of the most beautiful, magical, intelligent little things I had ever met!
You were so funny when you tried to wiggle in that blanket they wrapped you in (that always seemed a bit too tight)! You looked like a little grub, but not an ugly one, one that would turn into a bright butterfly one day! I can already see that happening now! Well, I guess according to your bug studies it would be that you are more like a caterpillar right now! But you are already growing those wings, because you want to, not because everyone else wants you to, it is your choice.
When Mommy and Daddy brought you home, it was basically like getting a new toy! I was so excited that I would get to play with you everyday! I loved playing with you, but I also loved to stare at you! It was fun just looking at you, beautiful. Amazing! You, Mommy, and I would lie (or lay!) on the big bed and just watch you try to walk and jump around, and we would make up little songs, about how you were like a “drunkn’ sailor!” You were our constant entertainment! Probably half of the time I spent with you I was kissing your nose and staring into your little big shining eyes.
I could write a whole book about how amazing you are. Cute as a button, smart, beautiful, intelligent, filled with nothing but love and magic! I am proud to be your sister, and I hope you are proud to be mine. I am honored that you are in my life, I can only describe it as a miracle. You Are A Miracle, MY Miracle!
Love your sister,
Olivia
You were so funny when you tried to wiggle in that blanket they wrapped you in (that always seemed a bit too tight)! You looked like a little grub, but not an ugly one, one that would turn into a bright butterfly one day! I can already see that happening now! Well, I guess according to your bug studies it would be that you are more like a caterpillar right now! But you are already growing those wings, because you want to, not because everyone else wants you to, it is your choice.
When Mommy and Daddy brought you home, it was basically like getting a new toy! I was so excited that I would get to play with you everyday! I loved playing with you, but I also loved to stare at you! It was fun just looking at you, beautiful. Amazing! You, Mommy, and I would lie (or lay!) on the big bed and just watch you try to walk and jump around, and we would make up little songs, about how you were like a “drunkn’ sailor!” You were our constant entertainment! Probably half of the time I spent with you I was kissing your nose and staring into your little big shining eyes.
I could write a whole book about how amazing you are. Cute as a button, smart, beautiful, intelligent, filled with nothing but love and magic! I am proud to be your sister, and I hope you are proud to be mine. I am honored that you are in my life, I can only describe it as a miracle. You Are A Miracle, MY Miracle!
Love your sister,
Olivia
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