The S word: Suck
The C word: Crap
The H word: Hate
The R word: Retard.
I never really realized how much I say those words till now! Kind of like how I didn't know how often I look down while walking till we spent a weekend in Vegas. My list will probably grow, but four new swears to work on is enough for now! I've started to recognize when people say the new S word now, and it feels almost like it does when I hear people say the REAL S word. It's crazy how fast my attitude about that word changed!
On a completely opposite note, I don't think we will be getting a cat. Ever. We spent the last week in Oregon, and got to spend the last couple days with Ross' family. They have a cat. Granted, you hardly ever SEE Ella. We don't have any pets so whenever I see something furry with eyes and a tail, I always try to touch it. (Especially on the paper route. Though, thus far I have been unsuccessful in getting within six feet of an animal.) Ella is special though. I've found that if I can pet her and scratch her head for just a couple seconds, she decides she likes me enough to not run away. And if I can manage to scratch her head for just a little longer, she'll follow me a little, wanting me to continue the head scratch.
Yesterday was one such day where she let me pick her up and set her beside me on a couch and scratch her head. I was slouching, and she decided to move in closer. She parked herself on my stomach, to be exact. When she started purring, it didn't take long for baby girl to start kicking, punching, elbowing, ANYthing she could, as hard as she could. I removed Ella from her post and baby girl settled down. I don't think she really likes cats. Sorry Ella. I still love you and love that you sometimes let me get close enough to touch you. It means a lot.
