Here I thought when I got this blog thing going I would be so good about writing w/ family updates and such and now it has been well over a month....ugh! Too much to do and too little time.
Don't even know where to begin....Kyle had a birthday the end of April and only has one more year before he becomes a teeny bopper making me officially old. Still have the foster girl. Enjoying the new job at the mental health facility---think it's a good niche for me. Kirk got "remoted" (is that a word?) back to his supervisor position since business is picking up and he's just that good...started doing a kickboxing class at 6 am 6 days a week and no I don't have a death wish....but it is kicking my butt! I was excited to slip into a pair of jeans that have been in the "skinny pile" in the closet that haven't on my butt in quite some time so that was encouraging. I am no where near "skinny" but feel like the class is helping and am hopeful that it will continue to assist in the life long battle of the bulge. Latest news is that I am a murderer. Was coming home from the city visiting the cousin in the hospital and I hit a stupid raccoon making a dangerous voyage across interstate 55. Put a nice dent in the front of the car that I am hoping that Kirk can knock out. It made a dreadful thump and when I looked in the rear view mirror, the raccoon was laid out in the right lane and sustained yet another blow from the car behind me. Poor thing! Not the only death we have sustained in the last couple days----we hatched some butterflies a couple weeks ago and let them go after the hatching except for one of the butterflies. It was born as a "special" butterfly (as Abby says). He only had one antennae, part of a leg was missing, and his wings were all slumped over and he wasn't able to fly. We affectionately named him Gimpy and he has been living in the butterfly case/net. (yeah, I get that you may find us weird always catching bugs and naming them and getting attached to them--we ARE weird and admitting there is a problem is the first step to recovery....they are teaching me well at my new job--aren't you impressed?) Abby has been taking him out to the flowered bushes daily to "pollinate" as she calls it...Anyways, we've been giving him cotton balls soaked w/ grape Gatorade, as the directions called for. Abby thought Gimpy might enjoy some fresh air and left him outside in his cage overnight since it was so nice out. Unfortunately, the following morning, there was a hole cut in the net, the Grape Gatorade soaked cotton balls were chewed up and apparently expectorated out right next to the cage, and our beloved Gimpy was no where to be found. Pretty sad. We think the neighbor cat may have gotten him. Besides poor Gimpy, the little blackbirds in our side yard bush that we have been watching, too, have likely succumb to the stupid neighbor cat's clutches. We found parts of the baby birds throughout the yard. Same fate as the baby bunny that was in our yard as well (Kirk luckily found that one and disposed of the evidence before my Abby saw and was devastated by it) Kirk is ready to set out some cat food spiked w/ antifreeze but is afraid of what else would eat it. (we do have some raccoon friends that frequent our trash cans). So, has been a week of loss around here I guess. Also a week of sickness, about 5 days to be exact...but hoping the next week will be a bit better.....So, that's my story---never a dull moment here! I am hopeful to top last week's events! Shouldn't be too difficult! (Just don't eat any cat food if you come across it in the backyard. LOL)
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