I’ve been skating my ass off….literally. How can anything that is so fun and reduces butt fat be good for you?

Last night was roller prom. It’s basically what it sounds like. There was an awards ceremony for the RMRG volunteers and girls on some of the teams. It was alright but it made me realize that I’m not a dress up and go out kind of girl. I know, you’re all saying, really, you just realized that? No, I always knew it, but I thought maybe by joining roller derby I would change somehow.  Because these girls dress up a little more punk rock, and don’t really care if you roll through the doors in bedazzled sweat pants or a Victorian gown. But no, I still prefer smaller, quieter events where you can talk to each other and don’t wear uncomfortable toe destroying shoes. It was fun, but the time, energy and money I invested could have been better used. I’m awesome at planning parties but not as good at enjoying them. Lame, I know.

Rufus Learned Peabody (yes, that’s his real name) is visiting us from Vegas. He’s going back tonight and Andy is following our fine young, Yale educated economist/sports bettor friend out to the city of sin to bet on  Super Bowl props. This will leave me home alone to play roller derby and paint walls. Although if he’s going to be out there for awhile, I might fly out Thursday through Monday. It looks like we’re going to spend at least April and May in Vegas so if I go out for a few days, maybe I can psyche myself up for it. I’m hoping that the Sin City Roller girls will take in an orphan skater for a few months.

I have five kittens in the kitten room. The kitten cam is down because I poured chocolate soy milk into my macbook air keyboard. It’s working, but sporadicly. It’s the option keys that keep getting stuck down, but even after cleaning them really well with alcohol, the machine isn’t stable. So, I’m on the kitten netbook. Not as fancy, responsive or software plentiful, but, it’s much better than being stranded in this cold, cruel world with no internets.

The kittens have been with me for longer than usual. They have, to put it kindly, digestion issues. The vet had me feeding them plain yogurt with their dry food, but it didn’t seem to be working. Now, I give two of them .3 ML of antibiotics for sneezing that they thankfully seem to be over. and .3 ML of one type of antibiotics and .8 ML of another. That’s one full syringe of liquid meds plus another quarter. Multiply that by five cats, twice a day. They’re mostly pretty good about being manhandled,  flipped around and having horrible tasting liquid shot down their throats but, It’s kind of a ordeal. On top of that, the .8 ML brown, smelly liquid makes the cats foam at the mouth like they have rabies. They run around after they get the dose trying to outrun the bad taste all the while flinging foamy cat saliva all over the place. It’s pretty gross but, the karma points I’m building up, or the mansion Jesus is building me is well worth the effort.

I won’t even go into the description of the two litter boxes I have to clean out at least twice a day. The kittens think this is the funnest game evar. They climb up my back, sit on my shoulders and observe or, sometimes just tear around the room like crazy trying to jump into the poop bag every time they pass. Most of the time they all just gather around and swat at the scooper or try to jump on my hand. It started out cute but has progressively gotten less so over time.

After this, I think I might take a month or so off from kitten fostering.