So, I'm still in love with my sea sponges (at my local pet store I paid almost $3 each and got 3.... but they last 6 months or so I've read... so not a bad deal). I still prefer to free bleed as much as possible, but it's super nice to have a back up for heavy days that I know doesn't have all sorts of chemicals and such...
anyway, I read an article about why women hate showering. I was pretty excited because I absolutely hate showering with the exception of back aches or cramps, in which case the hot water and massaging shower head are nice. However none of these reasons are why I hate showering except the last... lets go over them shall we?
1. Washing your hair.
now... this one IS one of the things I hate, not for the same reasons. I hate washing my hair because it takes forever and it's super thick and it's just going to be greasy the next day so it feels like a waste. sometimes I don't bother... sometimes I'll just throw it back on toss some baby powder in my roots and brush. good enough lol
and as for thick hair being lucky about grease? are you kidding me!? my hair looks greasy the next day too... maybe I went right over the optimal thickness into the too thick category?
2. Shaving
yeah... my issues with this one is , if you hate shaving so much why do it? right now it's winter, my legs haven't seen a razor in two months and I have a steady boyfriend. if a guy can't deal with your hairy legs at least in the winter he doesn't deserve you. I also recently decided I'm no longer shaving my pits, and it's been the most freeing decision ever. I tried dying them the other week but my dye didn't stick so it ended up cotton candy pink that faded to fleshy pink.... I'll be trying again with a better brand lol
3. Pricey hair products
no.... just no. I rarely put anything in my hair. when I do it's either coconut oil or my leave in conditioner spray I made but putting a few squirts of conditioner in a spray bottle and filling the rest with water. you won't need alll that stuff if you stop frying your hair daily!
4. After shower process
I'm sorry, but I can shower and put my makeup on in 10mins... 13 if it's summer and I have to shave my legs. 5mins if I'm not wearing makeup that day.
5. cold.
yes. but that's for anyone not just ladies ;)
Monday, January 12, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
Sea Sponge Tampons
My insurance company is refusing to cover the only type of birth control I can take, telling me I can take another one that I can't take.... so I've been experiencing my full force shark week again... which is awful. Even on the patch I have a heavy flow that last 5-6 days, I still get the occasional ovarian cyst and migraine... off everything I have endometriosis, ovarian cysts (which I'm beginning to think of PCOS), and 7+ days of heavy flow, migraines daily, horrible mood swings, and steady cramps starting a day or two before and only ending when the bleeding stops.
Since my flow is muuuuch heavier than my on the patch still heavy flow, I need something beyond my usual choice of free bleeding.
I had such hope for the cup, but it hurts me.... you see I have a tilted uterus, and no one bothers to tell you they don't work too well if you have a tilted uterus. I guess it should be assumed because how could a cup comfortably fit over your cervix if it's sitting sideways? well I'm not a doctor so I didn't think of that.
Recently I had heard about sea sponge tampons and decided to check them out... if you know anything about me it should be how frugal I am. those things are expensive! so instead I marched myself into my local pet store and grabbed a few natural sea sponges for hermit crab water. I soaked them in vinegar for a while and rinsed them thoroughly and bravely inserted not knowing if it would even work...
well it did. I am in love. I can't feel it, I've had no leaks despite the fact that I think I'm actually hemorrhaging... my only issue is if you don't ring it out really well first, when you sneeze or cough a few drops of the water you left in drip out and make you feel like you peed yourself... so next time I inserted I squeezed more water out and haven't had that problem since :)
I've only used it for one day, so I'll update again in a few days, but so far I think I've found my solution for when I can't free bleed!
Since my flow is muuuuch heavier than my on the patch still heavy flow, I need something beyond my usual choice of free bleeding.
I had such hope for the cup, but it hurts me.... you see I have a tilted uterus, and no one bothers to tell you they don't work too well if you have a tilted uterus. I guess it should be assumed because how could a cup comfortably fit over your cervix if it's sitting sideways? well I'm not a doctor so I didn't think of that.
Recently I had heard about sea sponge tampons and decided to check them out... if you know anything about me it should be how frugal I am. those things are expensive! so instead I marched myself into my local pet store and grabbed a few natural sea sponges for hermit crab water. I soaked them in vinegar for a while and rinsed them thoroughly and bravely inserted not knowing if it would even work...
well it did. I am in love. I can't feel it, I've had no leaks despite the fact that I think I'm actually hemorrhaging... my only issue is if you don't ring it out really well first, when you sneeze or cough a few drops of the water you left in drip out and make you feel like you peed yourself... so next time I inserted I squeezed more water out and haven't had that problem since :)
I've only used it for one day, so I'll update again in a few days, but so far I think I've found my solution for when I can't free bleed!
Monday, November 17, 2014
Crazy Cat Lady
I think I have officially become the crazy cat lady of Kenhorst.... or maybe not officially yet? maybe that will be when I fully understand the process and get up the guts to become an actual not for profit organization?
Either way over the past few months I have brought into my room 13 different cats. I have spayed 4 of them and will be spaying 2 more in the near future. I have found homes for all 13 of those cats... Two I'm keeping, both mom cats, one my boyfriend and I adopted so she lives with him for now, one my parents took in. One my aunt adopted. The rest was all hard work; networking and such. Picking through emails to find just the right homes. I've had to say goodbye 6 times so far and will have 4 more goodbyes when my current litter (which is almost 4 weeks old!) are old enough right after Christmas.
My room is no longer my room. It is our room. It is Kenhorst Cat's room. There is litter constantly sticking to my feet no matter how often I sweep. It often smells at least a little no matter how often I scoop since there have been 4+ cats living in my room for the better part of 3 months. There are toys scattered all over. I always have to watch my step. My clothes sometimes smell because my room smells and after all the work of caring for the cats I'm just too exhausted to rewash already clean clothes just because cat smell has leached into them...
I've lost countless hours of sleep, waking up early to trap, staying up all night because a tiny kitten was sick and needed TLC, staying up to make sure the newly spayed girls were okay and didn't rip their stitches out, being kept up because cats are nocturnal and 4am is actually the perfect time to play with the very loud jingly ball.
This last litter wasn't dropped at my door, I had to trespass,crawl through garbage, and then crawl through a hole between huge metal pieces of something and huge pieces of wood in a tiny shed just to get to them. I ended up with bruises all up and down my arms and legs the worst being on my inner upper thigh when a piece of metal caught me and I had to fight to get free, it's a pretty nasty bruise. I got all scratched up when I had to catch Tuna so she could nurse her litter...
I have no real free time, because any time spent away I could be called home ASAP because of a kitten emergency. One kitten I nursed back from the brink of death twice. Nugget, now Lola, who was adopted by my aunt and uncle. When she first arrived she was not doing well... she was the runt and had been away from her mother for hours because the mother was getting spayed (and I thought the kittens were a tad older than they were). She needed extra hand feedings in addition to nursing and had an eye infection. A few weeks later when she was recovered fully I was with my friends when I was called home because she was barely moving, wouldn't eat, wouldn't even respond. Her breathing was labored when I got home so we rushed her to the emergency vet, she almost died on the way there. She was given IV fluids and I stayed up all night giving her KMR and pedialyte. The next day another vet trip, antibiotics, more IV fluids, and around the clock care for me (back to feeding every 2 hours as if she were still an unweaned baby). Yet again, she pulled through... she's a tough little girl.
I have no money anymore because my money has become Kenhorst Cats money... genuinely at least 90% of my own money goes to the cats. I love donations because I don't make much so donations mean I can do more for the cats.
I say all this not as a rant. Not to complain. I wouldn't trade these past few months for anything. I've helped the cats, but they have greatly helped me. As I said in my last post I've been struggling, but they make me get up everyday because they need to eat and be cared for. They give me unconditional love.... and nothing has been more rewarding than finally winning over a scared stray who has never had a human to trust. Anchovy especially, we've formed a bond. She may still hide from everyone else, but she lays on my lap and in my bed. She lets me hold her, and hug her when I cry. She greets me so excitedly every morning... she really has gotten me through quite a few rough days.
So to those of you who are offended when my clothes smell, or get upset that I don't have money to "do" things, or think I'm crazy (and maybe I am)... if you don't support me I don't need you in my life, because I'm finally proud of what I'm doing and I wouldn't trade my life for anything right now <3 br="">
Either way over the past few months I have brought into my room 13 different cats. I have spayed 4 of them and will be spaying 2 more in the near future. I have found homes for all 13 of those cats... Two I'm keeping, both mom cats, one my boyfriend and I adopted so she lives with him for now, one my parents took in. One my aunt adopted. The rest was all hard work; networking and such. Picking through emails to find just the right homes. I've had to say goodbye 6 times so far and will have 4 more goodbyes when my current litter (which is almost 4 weeks old!) are old enough right after Christmas.
My room is no longer my room. It is our room. It is Kenhorst Cat's room. There is litter constantly sticking to my feet no matter how often I sweep. It often smells at least a little no matter how often I scoop since there have been 4+ cats living in my room for the better part of 3 months. There are toys scattered all over. I always have to watch my step. My clothes sometimes smell because my room smells and after all the work of caring for the cats I'm just too exhausted to rewash already clean clothes just because cat smell has leached into them...
I've lost countless hours of sleep, waking up early to trap, staying up all night because a tiny kitten was sick and needed TLC, staying up to make sure the newly spayed girls were okay and didn't rip their stitches out, being kept up because cats are nocturnal and 4am is actually the perfect time to play with the very loud jingly ball.
This last litter wasn't dropped at my door, I had to trespass,crawl through garbage, and then crawl through a hole between huge metal pieces of something and huge pieces of wood in a tiny shed just to get to them. I ended up with bruises all up and down my arms and legs the worst being on my inner upper thigh when a piece of metal caught me and I had to fight to get free, it's a pretty nasty bruise. I got all scratched up when I had to catch Tuna so she could nurse her litter...
I have no real free time, because any time spent away I could be called home ASAP because of a kitten emergency. One kitten I nursed back from the brink of death twice. Nugget, now Lola, who was adopted by my aunt and uncle. When she first arrived she was not doing well... she was the runt and had been away from her mother for hours because the mother was getting spayed (and I thought the kittens were a tad older than they were). She needed extra hand feedings in addition to nursing and had an eye infection. A few weeks later when she was recovered fully I was with my friends when I was called home because she was barely moving, wouldn't eat, wouldn't even respond. Her breathing was labored when I got home so we rushed her to the emergency vet, she almost died on the way there. She was given IV fluids and I stayed up all night giving her KMR and pedialyte. The next day another vet trip, antibiotics, more IV fluids, and around the clock care for me (back to feeding every 2 hours as if she were still an unweaned baby). Yet again, she pulled through... she's a tough little girl.
I have no money anymore because my money has become Kenhorst Cats money... genuinely at least 90% of my own money goes to the cats. I love donations because I don't make much so donations mean I can do more for the cats.
I say all this not as a rant. Not to complain. I wouldn't trade these past few months for anything. I've helped the cats, but they have greatly helped me. As I said in my last post I've been struggling, but they make me get up everyday because they need to eat and be cared for. They give me unconditional love.... and nothing has been more rewarding than finally winning over a scared stray who has never had a human to trust. Anchovy especially, we've formed a bond. She may still hide from everyone else, but she lays on my lap and in my bed. She lets me hold her, and hug her when I cry. She greets me so excitedly every morning... she really has gotten me through quite a few rough days.
So to those of you who are offended when my clothes smell, or get upset that I don't have money to "do" things, or think I'm crazy (and maybe I am)... if you don't support me I don't need you in my life, because I'm finally proud of what I'm doing and I wouldn't trade my life for anything right now <3 br="">
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Thankful.
I am struggling (and not just struggling to type this post because there is a cat on my lap gnawing my arm).
I am struggling with a lot of things. I'm 26 and still live at home with my parents. I feel like a burden.
I am struggling with the realization that some of my closest friends are hardly even friends anymore. I hardly see them. Some make plans that always fall through for some reason or another. Some are too busy with new found love. Some live so far away they just can't be here.... I feel so utterly alone most of the time.
I am struggling as I see everyone around me getting the only things I've ever cared about... engagements, weddings, babies. I try not to be jealous, but I am. Its hurts.
I am struggling with the rape. Every night is a nightmare where his smirk looms over me and I relive every graphic details I try to hard to forget. I struggle because I am stuck with all of this - the countless emotional scars, the flashbacks from the tiniest trigger, the fear of parties or even small get together or anyone drinking, the nightmares, the coming and going feeling of how violated I was, the constant feeling of being damaged goods... while he walks free and feels no remorse. Some days the feeling of violation is as fresh as the moment it happened. Some days I want nothing more that to cover myself in loose sweats and a hoodie because the mere thought of a man looking at me in a sexual way is just too violating.I struggle to love myself, to consider myself as strong as everyone says I am when I didn't even have the strength to scream for help... looking back I know that was best, I may have very well died that night had I done so, and my now boyfriend would have nearly beat the rapist to death and be in jail for it. I try not to be so hard or myself, I was scared and for some of it I was numb as if I left my body.... but it's hard to not blame myself when he is free to violate someone else the way he did me. Would my life have been worth that? To save another girl or woman from suffering the way I do everyday?
I struggle with my hallucinations, which are strong these days thanks to all the stress. I struggle with the panic attacks that happen daily now. I struggle because so few understand. I struggle because my extended family judges me... and my understanding parents. I want so badly to explain to them everything I go through on a daily basis. I want to tell them of the rape. Maybe then they would understand.
Through all this I try to remain thankful. I am thankful for my family, who is so understanding of everything I deal with. I am Thankful for my boyfriend who just holds me while I cry on the days I really struggle and does everything he can to make everyday good. I am thankful for my cats... Eli who is always my baby, Calypso who is psychotic and only likes me about 10% of the time. I am thankful to all the support I have gotten since starting Kenhorst Cats. I'm thankful my parents have been so supportive, allowing me to take in strays while I try to find them homes and letting me keep Anchovy. I am thankfully for Kenhorst Cats in general as it keeps me busy and keeps my mind from slipping to the darker thoughts too often. I am Thankful for Anchovy, she was basically feral, but now she is my lap cat and sleeps with me every night. She greets me every morning or anytime I come into my room with a playful and excited chirp. I am thankful for Honey, who is one of the snuggliest cats I've ever known, and thankful for my boyfriend and his mom for taking her in for me. I am thankful for my true friends who are there for me every time they can be. I am thankful for my sister who is always there for me and truly is my other half.
When I struggle I try to remind myself of all the good. Nothing will ever make up for the rape... but there are still good things in life, and you just have to focus on those during the tough times. There is always something to be thankful for.
I am struggling with a lot of things. I'm 26 and still live at home with my parents. I feel like a burden.
I am struggling with the realization that some of my closest friends are hardly even friends anymore. I hardly see them. Some make plans that always fall through for some reason or another. Some are too busy with new found love. Some live so far away they just can't be here.... I feel so utterly alone most of the time.
I am struggling as I see everyone around me getting the only things I've ever cared about... engagements, weddings, babies. I try not to be jealous, but I am. Its hurts.
I am struggling with the rape. Every night is a nightmare where his smirk looms over me and I relive every graphic details I try to hard to forget. I struggle because I am stuck with all of this - the countless emotional scars, the flashbacks from the tiniest trigger, the fear of parties or even small get together or anyone drinking, the nightmares, the coming and going feeling of how violated I was, the constant feeling of being damaged goods... while he walks free and feels no remorse. Some days the feeling of violation is as fresh as the moment it happened. Some days I want nothing more that to cover myself in loose sweats and a hoodie because the mere thought of a man looking at me in a sexual way is just too violating.I struggle to love myself, to consider myself as strong as everyone says I am when I didn't even have the strength to scream for help... looking back I know that was best, I may have very well died that night had I done so, and my now boyfriend would have nearly beat the rapist to death and be in jail for it. I try not to be so hard or myself, I was scared and for some of it I was numb as if I left my body.... but it's hard to not blame myself when he is free to violate someone else the way he did me. Would my life have been worth that? To save another girl or woman from suffering the way I do everyday?
I struggle with my hallucinations, which are strong these days thanks to all the stress. I struggle with the panic attacks that happen daily now. I struggle because so few understand. I struggle because my extended family judges me... and my understanding parents. I want so badly to explain to them everything I go through on a daily basis. I want to tell them of the rape. Maybe then they would understand.
Through all this I try to remain thankful. I am thankful for my family, who is so understanding of everything I deal with. I am Thankful for my boyfriend who just holds me while I cry on the days I really struggle and does everything he can to make everyday good. I am thankful for my cats... Eli who is always my baby, Calypso who is psychotic and only likes me about 10% of the time. I am thankful to all the support I have gotten since starting Kenhorst Cats. I'm thankful my parents have been so supportive, allowing me to take in strays while I try to find them homes and letting me keep Anchovy. I am thankfully for Kenhorst Cats in general as it keeps me busy and keeps my mind from slipping to the darker thoughts too often. I am Thankful for Anchovy, she was basically feral, but now she is my lap cat and sleeps with me every night. She greets me every morning or anytime I come into my room with a playful and excited chirp. I am thankful for Honey, who is one of the snuggliest cats I've ever known, and thankful for my boyfriend and his mom for taking her in for me. I am thankful for my true friends who are there for me every time they can be. I am thankful for my sister who is always there for me and truly is my other half.
When I struggle I try to remind myself of all the good. Nothing will ever make up for the rape... but there are still good things in life, and you just have to focus on those during the tough times. There is always something to be thankful for.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
A thought about our bodies.
This post is going to be extremely personal. It may contain triggers, but it is written with good intentions of sharing the much healthier thought process I've adopted recently.
I find myself becoming more of a feminist every day. With this new view came a new view of my body. I've struggled with my weight. Growing up my sister was always runway model thin, I'd hear all the time how she should be a model and how pretty she was... I was the nice one. My dad is obsessed with his weight, and my mom always struggled with her weight as well. Each of them has their own struggles, and that is their story to tell, but it all certainly affected my self image as I grew up. That is one thing I want to do differently than my mom, I want to make sure my daughters never see me struggling to love my own body because as women we often learn to love or hate our bodies from our mothers.
I was only ever happy with my weight once... when I was barely eating and my naturally thick frame had bones poking through. More than a few friends that knew me well were worried and said I was too skinny. I didn't listen, one of them was as thin as I was, though she is built very differently. In my unhealthy state I convinced myself they were jealous, they wanted me to fail. Most other people would tell me how great I looked, after all clothing was finally fitting me like it does on all the girls in magazines. It wasn't sustainable, I was tired all the time and suffered from many more migraines than usual. I would avoid food at all costs... "Oh, I had a big lunch." or "My stomach is upset today" or any other excuse I could find. When I did have to eat, like dinner with my family, I would shower right after. They never seemed to notice, but it was so I could throw up all the food I had just eaten. I would sit in the shower and put my finger down my throat while crying over how disappointed I was in myself. I was never sure whether I was more disappointed that I had eaten or that I had allowed myself to succumb to the beauty ideals of the world to the point of throwing up every bit of food that entered my mouth.
I eventually started eating again, then met a guy who ate junk and I fell into the same habits... eating a whole frozen pizza myself as a snack. The relationship was toxic and I found myself turning to food for the comfort I didn't receive from him. The pounds piled on and I felt awful. I was sluggish, had zits all the time, and hated the way I looked. I struggled for years even after we broke up, the horrible eating habits I developed were hard to break.
I would roller coaster between binge eating, purging, starving myself, eating normally for me, and trying to eat "healthy."
This past winter I found myself looking into the mirror and crying. I had a series of toxic relationships that tore me down. My self confidence was at an all time low.I decided all this yo-yo dieting was only killing my confidence even more, I would put so much hope on a new diet and after 2 weeks when I would lose nothing I'd hate myself a little more. So I stopped.
I stopped all of it. I stopped looking for new ways to lose weight. I stopped feeling guilty when I wanted some chocolate. I stopped conentrating on what I should be eating which did nothing but make me think about food. I stopped all the emotional eating, and boredom eating... which were the two hardest for me. I started listening to my body. When I'm hungry, I eat what it is I'm hungry for and I don't feel guilty about it. I didn't do this to lose weight, I did it to stop driving myself insane. I did it because I figured my body knows what it needs.... but in doing so I've lost about 20lbs. Food is no longer what I think about 24/7.
All of this included changing my views about myself. I think that all started first when I started looking at other women differently. I started to see the beauty in everyone, because we don't all need to be super models to be beautiful. I now think beauty mostly comes from within. From happiness, kindness, strength, and confidence.
We need to learn to love our bodies because they are the physical representation of ourselves. If you aren't happy with the way you look, I guarantee you aren't happy with some other things about yourself too. Find what you don't like about yourself that isn't physical, work on that. After you learn to love yourself and find confidence everything else will just fall into place.
As for the feminist aspect... I realized I hated my body because it didn't fit into the beauty box decided by our society, and who gets to decide if a woman is beautiful or not? Men. Is that fair? Shouldn't a woman get to decide if she herself is beautiful without influences from others? Shouldn't a woman be in charge of her own confidence? I am finally happy with myself, I may not be as skinny as I used to be, but I'm healthy. I'm almost 26, my body redistributed some weight a few years back to get ready for my child birthing years and I think that's a beautiful thing. It's natural, and who am I to argue with nature? I am as I was intended to be now, I'm not a teenager anymore so why would I want to look like one? I now am proud to be the beautiful woman I am... and I really hope more women will join me and reclaim their beauty.
I find myself becoming more of a feminist every day. With this new view came a new view of my body. I've struggled with my weight. Growing up my sister was always runway model thin, I'd hear all the time how she should be a model and how pretty she was... I was the nice one. My dad is obsessed with his weight, and my mom always struggled with her weight as well. Each of them has their own struggles, and that is their story to tell, but it all certainly affected my self image as I grew up. That is one thing I want to do differently than my mom, I want to make sure my daughters never see me struggling to love my own body because as women we often learn to love or hate our bodies from our mothers.
I was only ever happy with my weight once... when I was barely eating and my naturally thick frame had bones poking through. More than a few friends that knew me well were worried and said I was too skinny. I didn't listen, one of them was as thin as I was, though she is built very differently. In my unhealthy state I convinced myself they were jealous, they wanted me to fail. Most other people would tell me how great I looked, after all clothing was finally fitting me like it does on all the girls in magazines. It wasn't sustainable, I was tired all the time and suffered from many more migraines than usual. I would avoid food at all costs... "Oh, I had a big lunch." or "My stomach is upset today" or any other excuse I could find. When I did have to eat, like dinner with my family, I would shower right after. They never seemed to notice, but it was so I could throw up all the food I had just eaten. I would sit in the shower and put my finger down my throat while crying over how disappointed I was in myself. I was never sure whether I was more disappointed that I had eaten or that I had allowed myself to succumb to the beauty ideals of the world to the point of throwing up every bit of food that entered my mouth.
I eventually started eating again, then met a guy who ate junk and I fell into the same habits... eating a whole frozen pizza myself as a snack. The relationship was toxic and I found myself turning to food for the comfort I didn't receive from him. The pounds piled on and I felt awful. I was sluggish, had zits all the time, and hated the way I looked. I struggled for years even after we broke up, the horrible eating habits I developed were hard to break.
I would roller coaster between binge eating, purging, starving myself, eating normally for me, and trying to eat "healthy."
This past winter I found myself looking into the mirror and crying. I had a series of toxic relationships that tore me down. My self confidence was at an all time low.I decided all this yo-yo dieting was only killing my confidence even more, I would put so much hope on a new diet and after 2 weeks when I would lose nothing I'd hate myself a little more. So I stopped.
I stopped all of it. I stopped looking for new ways to lose weight. I stopped feeling guilty when I wanted some chocolate. I stopped conentrating on what I should be eating which did nothing but make me think about food. I stopped all the emotional eating, and boredom eating... which were the two hardest for me. I started listening to my body. When I'm hungry, I eat what it is I'm hungry for and I don't feel guilty about it. I didn't do this to lose weight, I did it to stop driving myself insane. I did it because I figured my body knows what it needs.... but in doing so I've lost about 20lbs. Food is no longer what I think about 24/7.
All of this included changing my views about myself. I think that all started first when I started looking at other women differently. I started to see the beauty in everyone, because we don't all need to be super models to be beautiful. I now think beauty mostly comes from within. From happiness, kindness, strength, and confidence.
We need to learn to love our bodies because they are the physical representation of ourselves. If you aren't happy with the way you look, I guarantee you aren't happy with some other things about yourself too. Find what you don't like about yourself that isn't physical, work on that. After you learn to love yourself and find confidence everything else will just fall into place.
As for the feminist aspect... I realized I hated my body because it didn't fit into the beauty box decided by our society, and who gets to decide if a woman is beautiful or not? Men. Is that fair? Shouldn't a woman get to decide if she herself is beautiful without influences from others? Shouldn't a woman be in charge of her own confidence? I am finally happy with myself, I may not be as skinny as I used to be, but I'm healthy. I'm almost 26, my body redistributed some weight a few years back to get ready for my child birthing years and I think that's a beautiful thing. It's natural, and who am I to argue with nature? I am as I was intended to be now, I'm not a teenager anymore so why would I want to look like one? I now am proud to be the beautiful woman I am... and I really hope more women will join me and reclaim their beauty.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
scared
I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow and I am terrified. not because of the pain or the long healing time, or even the chance that I might permanently lose all feeling in my tongue and cheeks... I've just always felt I was going to be one of those few people who die during their wisdom teeth removal. While I am praying, and hoping, and I know logically I'm probably wrong, I can't shake the feeling. So just in case I wrote a letter two each of my family members and Jared. I am keeping them in my purse tomorrow and I've told Jared to make sure everyone gets them is something were to happen.
After the coma I stopped being afraid of death. I know it's not the end.... I'm so terrified right now because I feel like my life is finally starting to come together. I've just gotten Kenhorst Cats going but I have so much more to do. I want to get Tuna and all her kittens (plus bundle) fixed. I want to find French Fry and all the outdoor kittens loving homes.... which will only work if I can spend a lot of time taming them after they get fixed. I want to give the best home possible to Anchovy and Tuna who have never really known what it's like to be a spoiled indoor cat.... I want Honey to live with me, It's been so hard knowing I have my kindred kitty spirit back and NOT getting to wake up next to her everyday and have her sit on my lap while I play fable or browse the web. I need that chance. I want to help all the cats in the area, then help other stray and feral cats around the county, maybe eventually the whole state or the whole country. I have so much more to do.
I want selfish things too... like I want to move out with Jared and just enjoy normal life as an adult couple. I want to fall asleep wake up next to him. I want to pack him lunch and cook us dinner. I want to keep our place clean so when Dad comes to visit he'll be proud of me. I want to have a garden and grow as much of our own food as I can. I'd like to someday have chickens so we don't have to buy eggs and support that cruel industry... so our chickens can be spoiled happy chickens that produce yummy rich eggs. I want a dog... I miss having a dog. I want it's fur to smell like fall so I can hug it and bury my face in it's fur and just for that moment everything will be fine. I want a dog because I know that one dog will have an amazing life full of love. I want to be around to be an aunt. I want to watch my niece or nephew grow into the amazing person they are bound to be. I want to spoil them, but also teach them to love and appreciate the people, animals and nature around them.... more than anything I want children of my own. I want to see what beautiful children me and Jared will have. I want to help sculpt their hearts to be just as beautiful. I want to make sure they know they can do or be anything they want... as long as it makes them happy. because life is too short and too precious to not be happy. I want my children, as they grow old enough, to be in awe of the strength yet gentleness of their mother, they way I was with mine. I want to show them you can be strong and still retain your innocence. I want to teach them that even though this world may be cold and hard there will always still be beauty ad kindness as long as they hold onto it. that they should be the change they wish to see in the world because if you think there is no kindness left in this world so you become unkind you are only proving yourself right... as long as you hold onto your tender heart there will be kindness even if only in you.
If I never get the chance to teach that to my children I hope at least one person will read this and benefit from it. Of course I'm probably being silly, and God willing everything will go fine and I'll get the chance to do all these things :)
After the coma I stopped being afraid of death. I know it's not the end.... I'm so terrified right now because I feel like my life is finally starting to come together. I've just gotten Kenhorst Cats going but I have so much more to do. I want to get Tuna and all her kittens (plus bundle) fixed. I want to find French Fry and all the outdoor kittens loving homes.... which will only work if I can spend a lot of time taming them after they get fixed. I want to give the best home possible to Anchovy and Tuna who have never really known what it's like to be a spoiled indoor cat.... I want Honey to live with me, It's been so hard knowing I have my kindred kitty spirit back and NOT getting to wake up next to her everyday and have her sit on my lap while I play fable or browse the web. I need that chance. I want to help all the cats in the area, then help other stray and feral cats around the county, maybe eventually the whole state or the whole country. I have so much more to do.
I want selfish things too... like I want to move out with Jared and just enjoy normal life as an adult couple. I want to fall asleep wake up next to him. I want to pack him lunch and cook us dinner. I want to keep our place clean so when Dad comes to visit he'll be proud of me. I want to have a garden and grow as much of our own food as I can. I'd like to someday have chickens so we don't have to buy eggs and support that cruel industry... so our chickens can be spoiled happy chickens that produce yummy rich eggs. I want a dog... I miss having a dog. I want it's fur to smell like fall so I can hug it and bury my face in it's fur and just for that moment everything will be fine. I want a dog because I know that one dog will have an amazing life full of love. I want to be around to be an aunt. I want to watch my niece or nephew grow into the amazing person they are bound to be. I want to spoil them, but also teach them to love and appreciate the people, animals and nature around them.... more than anything I want children of my own. I want to see what beautiful children me and Jared will have. I want to help sculpt their hearts to be just as beautiful. I want to make sure they know they can do or be anything they want... as long as it makes them happy. because life is too short and too precious to not be happy. I want my children, as they grow old enough, to be in awe of the strength yet gentleness of their mother, they way I was with mine. I want to show them you can be strong and still retain your innocence. I want to teach them that even though this world may be cold and hard there will always still be beauty ad kindness as long as they hold onto it. that they should be the change they wish to see in the world because if you think there is no kindness left in this world so you become unkind you are only proving yourself right... as long as you hold onto your tender heart there will be kindness even if only in you.
If I never get the chance to teach that to my children I hope at least one person will read this and benefit from it. Of course I'm probably being silly, and God willing everything will go fine and I'll get the chance to do all these things :)
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Kittens!
Over the summer I started sort of a cat rescue.... I sort of because my anxiety over doing all the paperwork and such to turn me into an recognized non-profit has so far prevented me from getting to that part. However I've raised over $300, gotten a cat fixed, taken in said cat's tiny kittens and provided around the clock care for one of them that nearly didn't make it, taken in and adopted a very sick kitten, and provided food and love for the cats/kittens still outside.
I hate to toot my own horn, but my therapist thinks I don't value myself enough and I need to start recognizing the things I do... so I'm honestly quite proud of myself. I have really made a difference. My goal before winter is to adopt out the 3 kittens inside now (two of them already have homes when they are old enough), and spay/neuter the 4 kittens outside and find them homes. I still have 2 more adult cats outside to spay however one stopped coing around since her kittens took over the patio and the other rarely comes by so it could be challenging.
The first of the kittens to come inside was a kitten from Tuna's litter I called sick kitten, because her one eye had been swollen. She was very skittish but I managed to catch her and clean it off and for a few days it looked better... then she showed up out back alone, and since she was so skittish she never came alone. When I called her, she came to me and I saw how bad her eye was. I took her to the vet that night and found out she had warbles, or bot fly maggots living under her skin. One was under her eye and one qas just above her heinie hole (I like calling it that because I call it her Honey Heinie haha). The vet said she needed to stay inside until she healed or else she'd wind up with more. I named her Honey on the ride home because she didn't mind any of this so she reminded me of a honey badger, plus I love honey, it's the main reason I could never go vegan... I alternate between calling her Honey and Badger :)
Imediately I felt something special about her, but since she was going back outside I tried to ignore it.she was so scared she would hiss any time you came near her cage unless she was disctracted with food.
Then slowly she let me pet her, until she would cry to come out of her cage so she could lay with me.
I hate to toot my own horn, but my therapist thinks I don't value myself enough and I need to start recognizing the things I do... so I'm honestly quite proud of myself. I have really made a difference. My goal before winter is to adopt out the 3 kittens inside now (two of them already have homes when they are old enough), and spay/neuter the 4 kittens outside and find them homes. I still have 2 more adult cats outside to spay however one stopped coing around since her kittens took over the patio and the other rarely comes by so it could be challenging.
The first of the kittens to come inside was a kitten from Tuna's litter I called sick kitten, because her one eye had been swollen. She was very skittish but I managed to catch her and clean it off and for a few days it looked better... then she showed up out back alone, and since she was so skittish she never came alone. When I called her, she came to me and I saw how bad her eye was. I took her to the vet that night and found out she had warbles, or bot fly maggots living under her skin. One was under her eye and one qas just above her heinie hole (I like calling it that because I call it her Honey Heinie haha). The vet said she needed to stay inside until she healed or else she'd wind up with more. I named her Honey on the ride home because she didn't mind any of this so she reminded me of a honey badger, plus I love honey, it's the main reason I could never go vegan... I alternate between calling her Honey and Badger :)
Imediately I felt something special about her, but since she was going back outside I tried to ignore it.she was so scared she would hiss any time you came near her cage unless she was disctracted with food.
Then slowly she let me pet her, until she would cry to come out of her cage so she could lay with me.
I cried at the thought of her going back outside, so Jared and his mom agreed to keep her until me and him can move out. I still get to see her everyday, but I miss her sleeping with my every night.
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