And then again. . .

Well. . . . after a week of not speaking. . . followed by a few text messages, I finally called her today. It was good, we talked about my feelings of her not wanting us to be together, she talked about her feelings. . . and we are meeting for lunch tomorrow. Hmmmm that should be interesting!

Tomorrow I have my orientation for grad school. I am starting to get really nervous now. What am I thinking? Single with four kids at home and a full time job and I am going to grad school ?!? On the other hand, can it be worse then full time college was? This program is a part time grad program, compared to a full time load at the local university. I think I can do it, but its really hard to sign on the line for three more years. . .

Oh, and well, since I didn't do well on getting a girlfriend. . . I got this instead. . .

Meet Sasha. . . named after Barack Obama's daughter. Actually truth be told, I didn't want a cat at all. We aren't even allowed pets in the house I rent. However. . . . during a board meeting I get a text message from my 13 year old with a picture of this tiny kitten and a message that says "I found a kitty I want to keep her!"

Of course, the practical person I am, I said "NO!" and by the time I got home several hours later, she still had the cat. We went to find the owner, and it ended up being some scary people that are known to be cruel to animals (we lived close to them before and could hear the disruption in this house!) They were adamant that they didn't want the cat because she was able to get their bird cage open.

I couldn't tell the four little sets of eyes no. They were pleading and sooooo worried about this tiny little kitty with no tail. I gave in. Makiah sobbed. . . the others jumped up and down. I spent 60 bucks on pet supplies. What am I thinking???

Oh, and the best part *insert sarcasm here* The cat refuses to sleep anywhere other then on my pillow with her paws in my hair.

If I wasn't a better person. . . I'd make a really crass joke about now. . . .