Cat Life

Meoooowww, my name's Pete. If I never saw my reflection, I would know what I look like.You see, my Mom sings me songs about myself. Sometimes, her love for me can only be expressed in song. Some tunes are Madre originals. Some are pop hits with my name and cat like qualities strategically placed.

Like this Katy Perry hit, for example...
"Pete's from a whole nother world. A cat like dimension... He opened my eyes, and now I'm in love with a freckled orange cat! Kiss Pete. Ki-ki-kiss Pete. Infect me with your love and stun me with your cuteness."

You might be thinking my Mom is strange. Although she admits to being off her rocker, I'm her only son, pride and joy. I provide her much happiness... except for when I surprise poop attack her house while she's at work. She doesn't seem to like cleaning it up, and Dad refuses to help. He plugs his nose by squishing his lips against his shnaz holes. This makes Mom laugh, and she soon forgets about the havoc I reeked upon her bed, rug and bathroom floor.

When it comes to felines, Mom knows all. The Secret Language of Cats is her favorite coffee table book, and Animal Planet's Cats 101 consumes multiple Saturdays of her life. However, as long as I'm sitting in her lap while she rubs my head, I don't care what she's doing. I'm just thankful to have been saved from the street because it was a hard knock life for Pete.

Did I mention my Mom speaks Cat? She has a high pitched cat voice she uses when talking to me.

I love my Mom!

Trolls

Unfortunately, B didn't have time to blog after lunch yesterday. You see, in the Land of Trolls... timeout. 

Trolls: People that are controlled by the man, and or men. That "man" being in the form of a major corporation or other large bureaucracy that would be described by former "Two and a Half Men" star Charlie Sheen.
-Urban Dictionary

Resume. In The Land of Trolls, things randomly occur to surprise the Angels. Just when they thought they had escaped the fiery flames of Evil T, their new "master" approached with a curve ball... someone lurking in the white halls of the fiery pit is out to get them.

This evil slor is possibly the same troll that turned them in for wearing leggings with dresses of the appropriate length. Either she is j of their ability to wear spandex, or her strict Amish views cause her to lash out and taddle every time she's feeling frisky. This time, she made a false accusation against the Angels claiming she heard something that was never said.

Unfortunately, this series of events lead to a night of turmoil for the Angels. This, however, will not destroy them. They will continue on until the day they're released from this prison and set free to peruse better opportunities.

This story will have a happy ending. Eventually.

A Day In the Life

Here B sits... surrounded by white walls in a tiny cube with CJ, her cubemate. 8:03am... nothing to do. 8:44am... nothing to do. Delirium sets in. Her mind, body and soul enter a glazed like state. She wonders into E's cube to see how she's going to survive the day.

There E sits. In the very back corner of a large cube filing her nails. Suddenly, she hears B and looks up. 8:53am... nothing to do. Her eyes and face are glazed. The two stare at each other, and without uttering a single word, they communicate. Telepathically, they comment on their chances of survival... slim.

A voice is heard in the distance. A shiver runs down their spines. It's T, the evil dictator they once served. Their keen since of hearing alerts them to the sound of clanging jewelry. T is approaching. Luckily, she's diverted by Bill, the cherry on her whipped cream.

9:31am... B's phone rings. It's M. B stares at the phone, building up strength to last through a 45min conversation. Rambling takes hold of M. She's lost in space. B holds the phone away from her ear, mutes it, does some 360's in her chair, clicks her pen against her head, breaths heavily, and is finally able to hang up after M is diverted by a random passerby.

10:30am... CJ blows a gasket. "Numbers! Sales = numbers! No direction! Inconsistent! Trapped!" 10:45am... nothing to do.

To be continued... stay tuned for the exciting events that occur after lunch!

Dining Room Decor

Weddings

Pure at Heart

The only heart we can change is our own.

By: alicebgardens
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Decisions, Decisions

I haven't written lately because most everything I have to say sounds emo. However, I feel the need to vent... so I will do so in the least emo sounding way possible.

Life is full of decisions. Some are easy... like deciding to prolong my lunch hour and get a chocolate banana shake from Sonic. Others are more difficult... like trying to decide if keeping up with Kim Kardashian's blog is the best use of my time. But the hardest of all decisions are those that pertain to the people I love.

Over the past few years, God has shown me that people are bound to disagree. And in my opinion, that's okay. In fact, disagreement is healthy. But one thing I don't understand is why we judge others without access to all the facts. With that being said, I'm not perfect. But due to the events that have transpired recently, I never want to place judgment on anyone again.

It's strange... you can remain completely neutral in a situation and still be at fault. People assume things about you, and most of the time, assumptions are wrong. My only obligation is to follow God and lean on Him for love and understanding.