I Could So Be A Ninja...

Sure I may be a little klutzy....ok a LOT klutzy but I have my ninja moments.

Today for example at the local Target.  Here I am minding my own, deciding which minty gum would be a better waste of my money and picking up my caffeinated drink of choice (the ever so delicious Mountain Dew) when this wild animal careens across my path, crashing into my legs as it tries to get by.  Exaggerating?  Yes, for it was not a wild animal, only a small child, but I was still afraid for my life.

There was no stopping it.  I was going down like the Titanic after it hit the iceberg.

Too soon?

I had two options.  I could land on the kid and look like a total jerk for crushing a tiny human (even if it was the little brutes fault).  Yea, like that was going to happen.

ACTIVATE NINJA MODE.

Never have I been known for my Stretch Armstrong flexibility, but somehow I managed to propel myself  over this miniature being and proceed to execute the finest "tuck, roll back onto feet, and keep walking" maneuver I ever remember myself doing.  Pint-sized mortal spared.  No colossal cheer from the onlooking crowd, just some nods of approval.  Hey, works for me.  Especially when my real ninja abilities more resemble an estranged version of the hokey pokey.  

Yea. Something like that.

Over and Out.

My Humor Quest

So try hard as I may, I fail with humor of the written word.

I'll work on it. Promise.

A German Shepard, a Boxer, and a Pomeranian go for a walk....

Yea... that's all I got.  Here is a funny cat video to make up for it.

Peace out home skillets.

Dogs vs. Cats

So my roommate got a cat a few weeks ago.

An old, orange and white tabby cat.

 Sitting in his usual spot atop the couch.

I don't have anything against cats.  I guess some of them can be pretty cool.  Like my cat back home, Sass-a-Frass (Sassy for short).  She's a pretty cool cat.  She lives outside - unless I am home and then she sleeps in my room at night because I kinda like her a lot more than I let on.  She does this cute little thing where she jumps up and grabs my hand with her front paws to bring it down on her head to get me to pet her.  My only quarrel with this cat is when she leaves paw prints on my windshield of my pick-up.  She does this especially well right after I have washed it.  But other than that she's alright in my book.

Dogs.

Now there is a sensible animal companion.

I think I am about to die from the cuteness levels of this picture.

See what I mean?  A dog is always happy to see you.  A dog will always greet you at the door with a wagging tail and slobbery kisses.  I suppose what it comes down to is that while cats are ok,  I would much rather snuggle up with a dog.  I miss my dogs (and cat) a lot being away from home.  It's a void that can't be filled because in their own special way, each holds a special place in my heart.

I am still trying to get the hang of this blogging thing but I am running out of things to say for now.  

My babies: Sassy on the right, Ben on the left, and Brodie in the back. 

Ben as a puppy, hogging a KING size bed all to himself.  Brat.

Sassy and Brodie with his usual odd sock (it's a fetish of his)

Good Ol' Tipper.  1996-2011  R.I.P

I'm Not Perfect...But Who Is?

I am not perfect.  I am only human.  

Dear Diary,

Eww.  Ok forget the diary.  That sounds so 7 years old.  

Dear...Blog?

Nope.... Guess I'll have to work on these intro things.

I guess this post is meant to be a "Hello this is me" type of thing so here are some of the basics.  I hail from the no-longer-tiny-town of Elk Grove, Cali-forn-i-a, but currently reside in the happiest town in the nation, San Luis Obispo (not to be confused with the happiest place known as Disneyland).  Even if this is the happiest town in the nation, I would not say I am happy to be here.  I mean, I am happy that I am bettering my education and looking forward to graduating (hopefully in the very near future), but I am not happy about living here.  

I come from a very close knit family.  My dad, a recently retired fire captain, has always inspired me to strive for more than I thought possible.  My mom, a librarian (I know, how cliche for a Fire Fighter and School figure to be married), is my inspiration to fight with all you have for what you want out of life.  Last year in September, during the week of her birthday (the same week my dad retired from the fire service), we were hit with the grim news that she had stage two breast cancer.  She has since undergone surgery, is currently receiving chemo treatments, and is recovering very well.  Then there is my little sister.  These simple words can describe her: classy, sassy, and a bit smart-assy.  Truthfully, I have always envied my little sister in some way.  She has always been able to express herself, she is funny (most of the time), she has the bod to rock almost any style (although I will admit, she was a bit of a pudge-muffin in her early years), and she has the big group of friends that she is close with.  

Now I am not saying my friends aren't cream of the crop, but there are those who stand out above others.  Over the years I have lost touch with some of those I thought I was close with, but I have also gained friends that are irreplaceable.  Some date back to my high school days, others are more recent.  In the end, I know who I can call if I ever end up in a pickle (inside joke. Bazinga.) or I can just throw up a Bat signal to the sky. Ha. Keep trying Kiki.

I am a hopeless romantic at heart.  Romantic movies, love stories, cute old couples walking down the sidewalk together, the whole nine yards.  That being said, I don't love easily and one person knows that better than anyone else.  Even from 300 miles away, my boyfriend of (3 years in august) still finds ways around my defenses every day.  One thing I love most about him is his determination.  Without it, we probably wouldn't be together today.  In my eyes, our story is one that you think you would watch in one of those cheesy, gooey romantic comedy movies.  It started a little over 4 years ago with my best friend Pickle (aka Joannie).  Pickle has an older brother...well two actually but who's counting.  Her brother had a best friend, who happens to be my current romantic interest.  His name is Richard.  I'll spare you the explicit details and shorten the story to this:  after Richard being called a stalker, my dating a total mistake, him dating a psychotic fruit basket, his asking me out over and over and my many variations of saying maybe later (all of this over the course of 2 years or so) and I am now the happiest I have ever been.  I could not have asked for a more amazing, wonderful, sweet guy to totally sweep me off my feet.  The funny part is he is totally opposite of who I ever pictured myself with (country boy in wrangler jeans and cowboy boots riding off into the sunset together) but we are 150% compatible.  He makes me laugh and totally happy.  

For those of you who have stuck through this (I am sure very boring) post and are interested in reading more, I will try to make writing a regular habit.  For the rest of you, I won't be hurt if you never read another word I write again.  I have a lot more about myself to say, but we will leave that for other posts on other days.  So to end this post of a funny note, here is a comical for pic for you fellow Disney Junkies.

  

Peace out until next time.