Hey Ash, guess what. You still have a blog. NOW GO UPDATE IT.

Sorry for not posting...I've been busy. I got the job at the vet clinic, which actually turned out to be an animal care position. Meaning I'm a sh*t shoveler, as the vet calls it hahaha. I'm only working wednesdays and some weekends for now. But I'll get more hours later. And I have the potential to be trained as a vet tech at some point if I stay long enough.

The kids are all grown up on me, and Wesley went to his new home almost 2 weeks ago. His new name is Cubby Bear or 'Cubs'. He's pretty much spoiled rotten :) They really love him, and I'm glad they do. Wolfe is getting neutered in the morning, then most likely going to his new home this weekend. I'm super excited about his home, too :) I hope it works out for them. Monkey Feivel is doing fantastically, and I'm pretty sure he's getting long hair. What a weird kid. But hey, at least he has hair now.

Monkey and his weird long hair. Definitely the pick of the litter ;)

Wooof-woof- a definite mama's boy.

Cubs in his new home, with his new mama :)

save your heart for someone that's worth dying for...

Ugh its been a while...again. The kids have ringworm, which is SO lame. They're pretty miserable, and itchy. Wolfey's COVERED. Monkey's actually doing pretty great. Just has it around his mouth. The rest died off of him. Wes is pretty covered too. They're going on oral meds tomorrow, cuz we've tried everything else.


I'm starting to get weird itchy spots too....UGH. And Stella, Willy, Watson and Phoebe definitely have ringworm too. The house is infested. Just stay away if you know what's good for you... lol.



In other news, I have 2 jobs pretty much lined up for me. I just have to pick one. Either I get to watch an 8 week old from 8 to 4 M-F and her 2.5 year old sister from 2:30 to 4, or I can work at a vet clinic, doing receptionist type stuff while learning to be a vet tech at the same time. The latter being the job I've wanted for YEARS. If I can for sure get the job, I'm definitely picking the vet job...

How cute is this kid? :)

tired.

Wesley has just decided he doesn't like eating anymore. Idk why. But it's easy enough to tube-feed him and Wayne, so it's not a huge deal, I guess. I am kinda worried that he won't even eat canned food anymore...he's always been my good eater. But now Wayne is. Weird... but good for Monkey.

Wolfe has an eye infection thanks to one of Titania's kids scratching him. Ugh. They all play too rough for my boys...

Can I just say that I HATE LEON VALLEY. They just sent me a letter in the mail informing me that they're going to charge me 100 bucks a year for the next 3 years cuz I drove without a license that ONE TIME. And I gotta pay up by the end of march. UGH.

Oh my. I just looked over and Wolfey's eating the dry food I leave in there. (just in case they randomly decide they're into that) That's fairly AWESOME.

I've been cleaning house all night. Super fun. The kids have been squeezed in between the chair and the footrest all night, sleeping in their fuzzy little pile.

I wonder if they miss Winter and Wyatt. Or if they even remember them, or registered their existance.

Valentines day is coming up...hooray...another greeting card holiday.

I'm so not sleepy, and it's almost 4:30am. This is wrong. They make meds for this...

The boys.

I need to keep up.

Sorry I haven't updated...It's been a crazy 5 weeks... I've been busy raising kids. And by 'kids' I mean 'kittens. Here's what my babies looked like at 2 days old, when I got them.

Teeny tiny.


I started with five precious teeny babies, and now have three... Wyatt was super sick, and went downhill from the moment he opened his eyes at about 2 weeks. Winter passed away unexpectedly when she had just turned 3 weeks old. She was a sweetheard, and purred with all her mind when I picked her up. They all really know me as 'mom'...funny how that happens when their real mom dies and you have to bottlefeed them.


Wesley, Wolfe and Lil Wayne are still here. But Wayne continues to struggle. He doesn't want to eat on his own. If it weren't for me tubefeeding him, he wouldn't have made it this long. He does eat canned food sometimes. I was terribly afraid he would never eat it, and that he would eat ANYTHING on his own, but I think its just the milk he's not wanting... But he doesn't eat enough of the canned for me to stop with the milk, so we continue... He's such a fighter. He pitches such a fit when I slide that syringe down his throat. I really need to trim those nails...

Wesley (Wes) is a little puffball sugar glider. He has the BIGGEST eyes. His face is starting to get longer. I'm wondering when they'll start looking like cats. Wesley's always looked odd and so has Waybe. We actually call Wayne "Monkey" because that's what he looks like. That or a mouse. Wolfey's fairly normal looking. He definitely responds to "Woof-Woof!"



Here's some pics from when Beth came over about a week ago (making them almost 4 weeks old) with her camera:

Wesley. Mister Sugarglider :)

Wes can be a little creepy at times.

OMG.

I love this.

Crazy Monkey :)

The boys.

"Screw ya'll, I'm goin back to bed."

Sweet boy and his bottle :)

Wolfey. Such a little princess :)

It's christmas time...again.

So I've been pretty busy. Here's the latest, in pictures of course.

Thanksgiving:

The car was definately packed.

The spread.

G-man. Looks a lot like Luke as a baby.

Stella likes to pose.

Aunt Jennifer did her hair like Alex's. They're rockstars ;)

Stella did a lot of chillaxin.

Ladybug is a nut.

Aunt Jennifer and her adorable son :)

Stella was very excited about EVERYTHING.

Willy and Watson enjoyed playing with Ladybug, my great grandparents' dog. (They adopted her from Helotes Humane society!)

Emily, one of my HHS foster cats. My grandma adopted her, and they're perfect for eachother.

The cousins played a lot of Guitar Hero.

Christmas:

Can I just say I LOVE THIS DOG? She's the only dog we've ever had who tolerates the reindeer costume. Sure, the antlers got a little annoying, but she kept them on :)

Watson, Willy and Stellaluna.

King didn't WANT to sit up.

Minnie...being awkward is her thing.

Idk about mom, but I'm regretting letting Minnie 'raise' Phoebe...she thinks she's a pointer now.

This is the corrolation of salvation and love...

I would post more frequently, but I'm totally swamped with school. Ugh. Sorry.

Stella appears to have a really infected tick bite. I remember pulling one off her at a picnic the day we found her, but I don't exactly recall where I pulled it off of her. I'm almost positive it was her neck, and the sore on her neck looks like an infected tick bite to me. I cleaned it off, and put a generous amount of neosporin on it. She was good about that. She tolerates a lot.
She's doing much better with her housetraining. I'm very sure she was a housedog at one time. She knows she's supposed to do her business outside. If I don't take her several times a day, she will go on the carpet. But that hasn't happened in almost 2 weeks now.

I'm so proud of Ember! She's in the living room with me right now. For those of you who don't know my cat, she's SUPER shy and usually doesn't come out of my room. Here lately she darts out of it anytime I open the door, and spends her day sitting on the stairs, where she can dart back up to my room if anything frightens her. But right now, she's made it down the stairs, over several baby gates, and into the front of the house, and she's playing with Echo. :)

Mom was ALMOST on Fox News this morning. We took some of the pups with us to go advertise for the humane society. Diana ('Baby Di') and Luna are 'stars' now :) Barb ended up being on instead of mom. But that was okay. Its about the animals, not the people.

My tongue is really bothering me. It gets irritated easily, and the stud seems to slip around too much. Its stretched a bit, too. I'm gonna order a larger gauge stud and see if that helps. Its 14g right now. I'm ordering a 12 and a 10. I doubt I'll need the 10, but you never know.

New favorite band= MGMT. Check them out if you're into indie/psychedelic/just wierd music.

We're taking our time with this

So I cleaned out cat cages today at Petco, and in between cages, I got Monday, one of the coolest cats ever, out to hold him and pet him. He normally enjoys this. He's a very loving, friendly cat. Well this time, some little kid was playing with a dog toy that had a squeaker in it. Apparently Monday doesn't like squeakers...cuz he kept twitching, and before I could register that something was wrong and I should put him up, he FREAKED OUT and started clawing me and bit down on my pinky pretty hard when I tried to grab him by the scruff of his neck. I had to just drop him. Normally I hang on to cats when they do that, but he was beyond controlling at that moment. He just walked about 6 feet away and sat there, still twitching, so mom easily caught him and put him back in his cubicle, where he was totally fine. But I was standing there, bleeding, with several deep scratches and bite marks, trying to hold back tears (and not suceeding). It always freaks me out when I get bitten. At the time, the adrenaline keeps me from freaking out, but afterwards, I cry and realize how bad it was. That's how I am with anything...My reactions are always delayed.
But yeah. Now my arm is covered in band-aids and my pinky is completely wrapped up. It hurts to use, so I bandaged it to the point of immobility. Then, since the bandage (more like cast...I wrapped it in a lot of tape) comes off easily, I'm wearing a wrist warmer over it to keep it on. It's a very hardcore look.
"Stellabear" is recovering quite well from her surgery, and jumps up on the couch whenever she darn well pleases now. I try to be around so I can help her, cuz she doesn't need to be jumping and possibly ripping her incision open, but there have been at least 2 times where she's done it anyway. She's also eating again, which is AWESOME. I grated a chunk of the Natural Balance Lamb roll and mixed it with some canned lamb and rice food, then mixed in her glucosamine. I originally wasn't gonna mess with the NB, but she wasn't touching the food otherwise. And I didn't want the glucosamine to go to waste, so I mixed the NB in. It smells so good...I'd eat it. It smells like beef jerky. Not even kidding. Of course, once I mixed that in her food, she devoured it. So I guess I've found myself with a picky eater. Sad. I love her anyways though :)
I'm pretty tired...but I'm gonna go finish up this algebra lesson before I crash. Wouldn't want to get in trouble in the morning....