Random stuff...

OK, so if you happen to also read my mom's blog...then you have already seen this picture. If not, then well, I think it's kind of self explanatory...From the back left, that's the turd monkey James, next to him....is my dad-Jimmy, and lastly, there is my mother-Denise. Nice little family unit we got goin there huh? If you are wondering where Brandie and I were at when this was taken...well, I can't honestly say where I was. Though I think I was in L.A. and if I wasn't there when this was taken, then I must have been up here in Portland. Either way, I wish that we could have been there.

And this beautiful fluffy little creature is my cat Arridia. She is so tiny but so damn fluffy. I brought her back with me from MI and is currently living with all her new step brothers and sisters at my parents house. I miss her a lot, but if I was to take her out of the house that she's lived in the last wow, damn near 6 years now, she wouldn't really know how to deal.

But when I go home though, she remembers me and does come up to me and cuddle. I miss my little kitty, one of many that I have brought home.LOL...trust me, my mom loved it when I was growin up...LOVE YA MA!

And this is Bo Baby...he "followed me home" while I was doing my paper route when I was younger. That's what I said to rationalize bringing him home that rainy morning. His owners actually lived about 5 houses down from my mom and dad and Bo and his mama was on the front porch, some how left out in the rain. I didn't have room for the both of them. But Bo did however, really walk up to me and got real friendly.He's been apart of the family ever since. I had to have been about 13? I'm 28 now, you do the math. He's an old man, but I love him just the same. And ya know what?

Every time I come home for a visit, he doesn't want to stay up stairs with my mom and dad and sleep there...no. He HAS to be right next to me and protect me. I choose to believe that he still remembers me and loves me just as much as I love him. I taught him how to jump up for snacks and how to sit, lay down, and his ever famous....half a roll over....he never really got that one perfected.LOL.

And this would be Bo's brother, Preston. Unfortunately, Preston passed away before last Christmas. My parents adopted him from a rescue shelter, and when they got him he was in REALLY bad shape. As you can see here, he was rater happy. He wasn't always that way. His previous owners didn't take very good care of him at all. He was rail thin, had parvo I think, his vision deteriorated due to mal-nutrition...basically they just stopped feeding him. They also, I am guessing, used to kick him as well. Because when my parents first got him, he would snip at your feet if he felt there was danger to him. My mom put him in PetSmart's animal classes, and he ended up graduating at the top of his doggy class.

Before he passed he got over a majority of the abuse he endured in life, but once in a blue moon something would trigger the emotions and he would bite on his own back leg again. But through it all, he knew he was loved and be became my dad's dog real fast. He is now resting soundly and is well missed by everyone in the family, even the cats. Yes, the cat's and the dogs got along. (The poor poochies are out numbered!)

And this little feline is Mya. She is our room mates cat and is really a big baby..LOL. Sweetpea is 18 lbs too, but I don't have any pics of her yet. But this is how Mya is most of the time, right next to me and cuddled up. She sleeps in the bed with Brandie and I sometimes or she sleeps on a little blanket that I left out for her on the floor. She's a fully tabby and a sweet heart! But enough for now huh?