Tuesday, January 31, 2012

candid lucy(fer)

Meet Lucy.

Although, I mostly call her Lucifer, Lucycat, LuLu, little bi#$%, etc. Plus, she's about 5 lbs. heavier than that picture now.  She has a lot of hobbies, including (but not limited to) hiding under furniture waiting to attack your legs when you walk by, laying "bombs" (as my dad calls them) in her litterbox that you can smell all through the house, scratching at the carpet waiting to get into various rooms of the house, biting, sniffing, shedding, etc.  There is very little room in there for cuddling and loving, though it happens once in a blue moon.  My sister adopted Lucy from a shelter her senior year of college (we still think she was going through a quarter-life crisis), but nonetheless, she became part of the family when my she moved back in home after graduation.  

Don't get me wrong, there are times when I really love the cat.  Like when I get to make her run in circles until she's dizzy with a laser pointer, or put her in random objects and watching her try to get out.  I especially like jumping out and attacking her for once.  In all honesty, she's part of the family, and I love the little nugget.  

I thought this post would be a light and humorous one, reflecting on all the weird circumstances I have caught the cat in. Enjoy:

Lucy watching T.V.

Lucy hiding in Lauren's wedding presents.

Lucy's rather large backside perched at the window (her favorite spot)

We found Victoria's Secret..

Sometimes her fat butt can't fit out of that tube, so it drags behind her.

Yes, she is in that bag.

Literally shocked when I found her here..

What kind of crazy things do your pets do? 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

long time, no see..

I took a pretty long absence from my blog and the blogging world for multiple reasons.  One, I got locked out of my google account and for the life of me could not figure out how to get back in.  Two, I got insanely busy with school, Christmas, work, family, my sister's wedding, bladie-blah.  I missed ya'll though, all 3 of my followers (hah), and my daily blog reading.  I can't promise that I will be around too much because my schedule is so sporadic at the moment, but I am going to try my best to get this thing updated. 

Since we last chatted,  my sister, Lauren, got married.  We had a ton of fun, and it was beautiful, and wonderful, and everything we thought it was going to be and more.  They have since seemingly adapted to married life after a week long honeymoon in Cancun, Mexico.  We all then had a great family Christmas.  I worked over Christmas break to make some mula for this semester.  Cameron finished up his co-op, and has since moved back to Clemson to finish up his last semester.  I also got some good news that blew me and my family's minds.  I am graduating in May 2012, which is awesome for multiple reasons.  One, I will never have to crack a book again if I see fit after this May.  Two, my parents are done forking out the dough until I decide to get hitched.  And three, did I mention I dont have to crack another book?

So I am back up in Clemson, working to finish up my last semester, and it feels great.  Cameron and I have been having a lot of fun being back in the same place again.  This past weekend, we drove up to the mountains about 45 minutes north of Clemson.  They have cool places up there to visit, like Stumphouse Tunnel and Whitewater Falls.  We always stop at the same little rundown gas station in the mountains to get boiled peanuts.  This time, however, was a little different. 

On our way to Whitewater Falls, we were coming down one side of the mountain through some windy roads, when we came around a corner and found 2 full-grown seemingly purebred German Shepherds lying on the side of the road.  One was just looking around and watching cars pass, while the other was sound asleep.  Cameron and I both have a soft heart for animals, so we pulled over and tried to get them to come to the car.  Yes, looking back, this is a little dumb.  They totally could have bitten my hand off, but I have never been scared of dogs, and I rarely run into one thats scared of me.  I think they can sense pretty easily that we were not there to hurt them.  One came up to the car, I let him/her sniff my hand, and then he/she was comfortable with letting me pet their head.  The other one was not aggressive by any means, but just wasn't very interested in getting anywhere near us. 

We both noticed that they were incredibly skinny and weak-acting because they didn't want to stand up for long.  They kept getting next to our car doors and just laying down.  Of course, all we had to eat in my car was boiled peanuts, and they looked at us like we were crazy when we expected them to eat them.  We left to go to Whitewater Falls, but when we got there is was about to get dark, and I was too sad to walk up there.  Cameron reluctantly turned around to humor me, and we drove back to where we had seen the pups.  There they were, sitting patiently, as if they were waiting for someone to come get them.  It clicked in my mind then that someone probably dumped these beautiful animals there because they couldnt manage to take care of them.  My heart hurt so bad for them.  I begged Cam to pull over again, and we tried to coax them into the car.  I tried to call all the animal shelters in the area, which were closed, and eventually called the Sheriffs office to get in touch with animal control.  Apparently, unless the dogs are being aggressive, they will not come and get them.  So mean dogs get saved, but sweet and calm ones get to sit in the cold and die.  That makes sense.

We were at least 10 miles from civilization, so driving to get them food was out of the question.  Looking back,  I should have taken a picture of them to put on a craigslist ad.  I am going to try and get back up there sometime this week to find them and at least take their picture and give them some food. 

But on a happier note, here's some pictures of the past couple of events:

Cameron, Me, Lauren, and Bo at the ACC Championships in Charlotte, NC. The Tigers are ACC Champs!