From my furkids to yours, with love.

I was calling myself all caught up with the blogs that I follow till I realized, well, I wasn’t. One of them really touched my heart and I just had to share. Whitney at Yoga Pants posted about her sweet, precious furbaby and her troubles this weekend. Poor thing had bladder stones and I remember how helpless I felt when my very own Ariel had the same issue. The stress and worry she went through was very similar to mine as well. It is a very pitiful feeling when the furkids are sick and we don’t know what to do or how to handle it other than immediately rush for the vet. If only animals could talk and tell us what was wrong! If only.

So I’m finally going to share my furkids with you all! Aren’t you excited about it? I know I am.

I have three babies of my own.

First up is Jasmine (aka Jazzy, Jazzcat, Jazzy Kitty) and she’s quite the character. She was found in my sisters bushes outside her house while the hubby and I were out of town visiting his family. She called us on our way back in and asked if we wanted a cat since she already had two and really wanted her to have a good home. We weren’t married yet, a few months shy of being married and so he took her in his little downtown apartment and they bonded like I’ve never seen a cat bond with someone. She is extremely possessive of him, so much that when he came home from Iraq on his R&R she literally fought me for his attention. Okay, not actual fighting, but she did try to push me out of the way so she could lay in his lap and man was she talkative. It was incredible to see. So, the two of them are an interesting pair. While she does love me and misses me when I’m gone, it’s ┬ánot anything close to what they have.


Hubsters and Jazzcat.

Second & Third have to go together just like I convinced hubsters that we had to get them together from the shelter before he deployed since they were brother and sister. I used the ultimate guilt trip to get him to agree to it too. Told him that since fate and the military were determined to separate us doesn’t mean that we have to separate them. And so we left the Southern Pines Animal Shelter with two puppies instead of just one like we intended to originally and my life has been filled with joy and comfort and love because of them both ever since. They helped me keep my sanity during the deployment even. I really don’t know what I would have done had they not been my furkids then. So now, not to keep you waiting anymore.. here are Shemp (aka Bubba) and Ariel (aka Babygirl).

so much love!

Three little furry bundles of joy to make our family complete, and joy they are. I could easily spam this post with all the pictures I have of them all but I am really trying not to. If I’m completely honest with myself though, I believe I do have a severe problem of taking ridiculous amounts of pictures of them. They are just too darn cute not to! Besides, I like them more than I like most people so that makes total sense to me.

Like Whitney said in her post about her poor little Ella, hug your little furkids tighter tonight when you get home. Don’t forget to let them know how much you appreciate their unconditional love, devotion and loyalty they provide us.


What does family mean to me?

This topic was suggested to me by a dear friend, someone I consider family, and I am so glad it was. This is something I have been wanting to touch on for a while now and I think it’s about time that it happened.

We have all heard that blood is thicker than water. We’ve also heard that family isn’t just blood, it’s who we pick and who stays with us through the good, the bad and the ugly. There are all sorts of saying out there about family. But what side do I take? What do I think about family and what exactly does it mean to me?

I have to start with throwing out that blood is thicker than water bit. While I do agree that some blood is thicker than water, not all of it is. I have aunts, uncles, cousins who I rarely talk to and who would not come running if I need any kind of assistance, yet there are people that I am not related to at all who would drop everything to do whatever they could to help. That is family means to me. When you want to see someone you love succeed and not ever fail, even if it means a little assistance from you every so often, always be as happy as possible and be right there with them sharing in that happiness, and especially making sure that they know they are loved and protected, in a sense, by you, to me that is the ideal version of family.

Now, I know that this may differ between individuals because others have extremely close families. Of course there are those who belong to families that have their brothers, sisters, cousins, et al. as best friends. While I love my family, there is a clear divide between family and friends in my life. Except for my sister, she’s an exception to that rule for me because no matter how much we fight, argue, or she wants to kill me… the fact of the matter is, she never does. I’m still alive and it must be because she loves me so.

My sister and I may not always be on the best of terms but when something happens and I really need her, those terms somehow disappear and she’s there for me no matter what. Once things are settled they may go back to being on not so good terms again, but again, that’s what family does. They drop whatever they are doing or holding on to to help in any way they can. As stated earlier, I fully believe that it does not apply to just family by blood either. Another good example I have is my brother, but not so brother, Derrick. He’s my brother in every sense of the word except blood. My father figure married his grandmother, who was raising him, and so we were together a lot growing up. Granted, he’s 7 years younger than me, so he’s my little brother. We had family dinners at my father figures house, I would go to his place in the city during the week to watch him while his granny worked and just to spend time with them and then my father figure and I would go back home. It was easy to do since he lived right next door and he was great friends with my Mama. If anyone asks me who he is to me tho, I tell them that he’s my brother. There is a lot more to the story than that of course, but that is just much easier to say.

Basically, after this entire post, what it boils down to is that what I think family means to me is that they will lift you up when you need it, hold your hand if you need that, kick you in the butt to get you in gear when you need that too, and especially, always, never let you forget how much you are loved, unconditionally. My furbabies are a perfect example of this, really. It’s a beautiful thing to have a good family, and an even better thing to find your own family in this world and hold them close, even if they are far away.