I love my cat. I'm not some weird cat lady, I promise. The plain truth of the matter is that Annyoung is a very cool cat. Named from a character is a very cool show, Arrested Development. So good start there.
Second, he's a ninja. From the moment I brought him home he was doing this ninja kick that shocked and awed all my roomates. He also has a roll twist maneuver to avoid any swats from his pissy sister Tulip.
He loves small places. He loves them, when I wake up in the morning he jumps on my bead and stalks my face, purring so loudly he is hardly stealth. He then procedes to shove he face into one of my nostrils or directly against my lips. One time for fun my old roomate and dearest friend opened her mouth and he stuck his whole head inside. He also likes boxes, plastic bags, and bowls. He'll curl up and sleep in them for hours.
He's an intense little beast, but he's my baby and I love him to death!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
I’m Working On Me… (and it’s rough like HK)
Lately I’ve been working on me. This is not so pretty. In fact it’s rough. I’ve been looking at my life, looking for patterns. I’m looking for reasons for my poor decisions or my equally poor reactions. Some of this is just, well; it’s just what it is: bad calls. But I keep making them, somewhat surprised every time at the outcome.
This decisions and feelings have made me think, "I don’t know myself that well." Even more interesting, the "me" I know, doesn’t line up with reality. Basically I’m saying; who I think I am has slowly but radically become a different person from who I really am.
Don’t worry; I think this story has a better ending then Primal Fear. But the point is the same; am I really being honest in how I live? Can I be, when I’m so unfamiliar with the real me?
Hence the title I’m Working on Me. I’m stumbling back to this true self. I wandering back to my beginnings and trying to straighten the crooked. I’m bringing Jesus back with me. He’s helping to correct these misadventures, these lies I have told myself for years. He’s whispering softly to me about a child he made in a womb about 23 years ago. He’s telling me who she was made to be.
These are things I haven’t thought about in awhile… who has God made me to be? It’s a question that is really obvious, I just haven’t asked in awhile. I’m not sure if the question hurt my heart, because I’m unsure sometimes if I’m living on this path. Am I becoming the person God has made me to be?
So that’s a lot. Not sure you wanted to know all that. Ha. (insert nervous laughter)…
This decisions and feelings have made me think, "I don’t know myself that well." Even more interesting, the "me" I know, doesn’t line up with reality. Basically I’m saying; who I think I am has slowly but radically become a different person from who I really am.
Don’t worry; I think this story has a better ending then Primal Fear. But the point is the same; am I really being honest in how I live? Can I be, when I’m so unfamiliar with the real me?
Hence the title I’m Working on Me. I’m stumbling back to this true self. I wandering back to my beginnings and trying to straighten the crooked. I’m bringing Jesus back with me. He’s helping to correct these misadventures, these lies I have told myself for years. He’s whispering softly to me about a child he made in a womb about 23 years ago. He’s telling me who she was made to be.
These are things I haven’t thought about in awhile… who has God made me to be? It’s a question that is really obvious, I just haven’t asked in awhile. I’m not sure if the question hurt my heart, because I’m unsure sometimes if I’m living on this path. Am I becoming the person God has made me to be?
So that’s a lot. Not sure you wanted to know all that. Ha. (insert nervous laughter)…
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