Friday's internet situation is not improved

Hello girls, I was hoping to be able to update you with good internet news, but alas my new connection in my room is not yet working so I'm still dealing with my limited internet! The internet is not working in my room so I am, yet again, writing this hurriedly at the library. I'm going to my internet provider's store after this to try to get everything working, so I hope to be able to post next week on time and in a leisurely fashion, but my hopes are not too high!

Anyway, as time is tight let's get onto the topics.

Pets: I've had cats my whole life, always two at a time. When I was little our cats were Crystal and Charity. Crystal was scared of nearly everything and would spend most of her time hiding in our library. Charity was the friendly one who unfortunately for her got the brunt of my attention as a child, which included a lot of pulling her tail and clipping bows in her hair. A little anecdote: one of the things Crystal would let me do was rest my head on her stomach and listen to her purr and my first sentence when I was little was "purr me" as I put my head on her. Awww, isn't that adorable? I don't have too many memories of Crystal and Charity besides those, they both got old and sick and we had to put them down by the time I was 6. I do remember that when Crystal was getting really sick she was too weak to move around the house and I would sit and pet her- the most I ever really got to pet her.

After Crystal and Charity we got Lexi and Bo- two black cats, brother and sister, who we adopted from the Humane Society. We still have Bo, but we unfortunately had to put Lexi down two years ago now. She got a form of cancer and got so weak that she could hardly move. Deciding that we had to take her to the vet to put her down was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I hope none of you have to make a decision like that. Lexi was a cuddly, adorable, fat cat that would purr all the time and rub up against you.

Lexi! (With my handmade prefect badge)

And Bo is my favorite guy, I've been told he acts like a dog. When you get home he greats you at the door, rubbing your legs and meowing loudly. I hope I get to go home for Christmas, not only to see my family and friends, but also to see him! I miss my Bo.

He looks judgmental here, but he really is sweet.

Okay, I was also planning on getting to the friend topic, but I'm about to get kicked out of the library- I will update with the next topic and soon as I'm able!

Monday's face goes all a'splody

Hello, girls! It's Monday!

Alexandra: Yes, indeed, hooray NaNo! And not-so-yay cooking challenge . . . this could get interesting . . . But I look forward to NaNo updates throughout November. :)

Carlyn: At least you don't think I'm crazy. Because I've gotten that reaction to my approach to writing before.

Christina: Huzzah for sporadic and random posts! Seriously, it keeps things interesting. :) It sounds like you're having a great time in France -- and I completely understand about only wanting to teach certain students. I was an education major for about a year and a half before I changed it, and honestly, a lot of why I changes was because I want very badly to teach the students who wanted to learn, but I knew I would have no patience with the ones who didn't! So more power to you!

Also, a follow up from last week: I will be writing Deliverance's story. I have no idea where it's going to go, like at all, but that's what I'll be writing. I will keep you on informed as November goes along.

And now for this week's topic.

. . . Um, yeah. Okay. So, basically, I am allergic to any an every kind of dander and pollen. If it's a plant or has fur or feathers, I can't go near it without taking super strong prescription allergy drugs. Otherwise, my face goes all a'splody (That's pronounced just the way it looks, by the way.). As my boyfriend so perfectly put it when asked if he didn't have pets because his apartment wouldn't allow it, "My apartment is pet-friendly. My girlfriend is not."

Couple this with the fact that I grew up in parsonages that didn't belong to my family and the Board of Trustees was usually against having things there that would tear up the baseboards and carpet and yard, and the end of the equation is: Monday didn't really have pets.

There was a hermit crab named Murgatroyd that I owned for about seven months when I was eight or so. I got him on a Girl Scout trip to COSI. Then there was the semi-aquatic frog named Thaddeus that I had when I was nine, also from a Girl Scout trip to COSI. I had him from a tadpole. Then he turned into a frog and promptly died.

And then there were the goldfish. We had goldfish for a really long time. From, like, the age of eight through high school. And for a while, I was really excited about the goldfish. And by a while, I mean pretty much until the first one died. Then I was kind of over it because they didn't live very long and you couldn't really play with them and so all they did was swim and poop and eat and occasionally eat each other. Which, okay, that was pretty exciting when it happened. But for the most part, the fish were really my mom's project, and my little brother's.

So, yeah. Monday had goldfish. Because they didn't make me sneeze.

Oh, and Monday had a little brother. So there was that.

Week 33: Our Furry Little Friends

Another topic from Carlyn:

Week 33: Pets! Past, present, future.

Have at!