“Whatdaya say to taking chan-ces?

Whatdaya say to jump-ing off the edge?

Never knowing if there’s solid ground be-low,

Or a hand to hold,

Or hell to pa-ayyyy,

Whatdaya sayyyyy?”


Who, me?

No. No thank you. I’ll just go back to my safe life. Maybe I’ll jump another day, but probably not.



Ever have one of those nights where things seem normal, but really aren’t. You’re sitting there in your favorite Mexican eatery with your boyfriend, talking about work. Nothing out of the normal. It’s been a good, but hectic day. Your hair is a mess (per usual) and your clothes don’t match. You and your guy are having a bite to eat before going to Lowe’s to buy a new sink for the bathroom.

You’re sitting there drinking a beer and eating your weight in tortilla chips (you know, the kind they bring out before they even get your drink order?) when suddenly your boyfriend asks you a question that changes everything:

“If you had never started school for Exercise Science, off the top of your head, what kind of career would you want?”

Me: “Veterinarian…something with animals. Maybe Ecology, or something like that.”

Him: “Then why are you in school for Exercise Science?”

Me: *Pauses* *Looks down at floor* “Because I know I’d be good at it.”

Him: “And how do you know that you won’t be good as a veterinarian, or an ecologist?”


Well, he had me there. There was nothing I could say in return, because there was no way of knowing that I wouldn’t be good at those things.


“Why are you so scared of failing at something?”

And there it was. Disappointed smile

A moment of self-realization.

Atychiphobia- the fear of failure. “It is perhaps the strongest force holding people below their potential.”

I am terrified of being a failure.       And so I don’t take chances.


I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. And who knows? Maybe my fear of failure began after I made the mistake of spelling “balcony” with a “k” instead of a “c” in the 3rd grade spelling bee and was told to “take my seat”.

Maybe it was when my 6th grade crush read a letter that I addressed only to him aloud to the entire class.

There’s no telling where it came from, but it’s affected my life greatly.

It’s the reason I signed up for cheerleading tryouts in high school, but then never showed up.

It’s the reason that I backed out of my group interview with Lululemon last summer. (“What if they don’t pick me?” “What if I don’t know how to answer their questions?”)

It’s the reason that I spent two weeks crying about how much of a “failure” I was at my internship because no one wanted to listen to what I had to say about nutrition.

It’s the reason that I studied for ACSM’s personal trainer exam for 3 months, but then never actually took it.

It’s the reason that I chose fitness as a career when it wasn’t what I truly wanted.

This past month, I’ve really been voicing my second-thoughts about my major to Jason. It isn’t that I don’t want to help others live healthier lives, and be a motivator…it’s the major itself.

  • The Exercise Science major gives you the opportunity to become a ‘Health/Fitness Specialist’. But what about after that? How can you move up?
  • To me, it’s beginning to sound more like a glorified personal trainer…and I can become a personal trainer through ACSM by myself, don’t need a degree to do that!
  • The career choices are limited. CPT, fitness instructor, wellness director, weight loss management…etc. None of those I can see myself doing for the rest of my life.

Jason (God, love’em), trying to help me get to the bottom of things, says to me:

“You are so afraid to take chances. What’s the worst that can happen if you fail? You either try again or do something different, but at least you tried. You haven’t been challenged in your workplace or school for so long that you are not used to striving for something. It’s good to strive for something you want. And if you really want to work with animals, then who cares how much more schooling it will take. You should do it.

He’s right.

There isn’t much of a challenge in nannying, or at school really. The way I “challenge myself” is by signing up for marathons and upping my resistance at the gym.

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Would I do awesome in Exercise Science? YES. (Duh, that’s why I’m in it!) Would it be a big challenge for me? Probably not so much, because I’m sort of naturally good at remembering fitness/nutrition info. (Not trying to sound conceited or anything, but it’s true…my brain easily remembers exercise facts and stuff)

Would I do awesome in Ecology? I’m not sure…but I do know that I want to learn as much as I can about animal behaviorism. And that I love animals with all my heart. Having a job working with them would be so rewarding for me Smile.

Anyway, that night I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t want to make a rash decision based on one conversation. Though it did allow me to put my thinking cap on and really consider what kind of changes that would mean.

The next morning I searched through different undergrad degrees on the university’s website. I came across this:

“Bachelors of Science in Biology. Concentration in Ecology, Evolution and Environmental Studies.”

*Ding ding ding!* We have a winner!

I called the school to see if the switch was possible, and to see if all of my classes would transfer.

They would.

All I needed to do was e-mail them a “Change of Major” form and in 3-5 business days, I would be a Biology student.

Of course, I hesitated. All of my “What if..?” thoughts came creeping back into my head. Ultimately, I decided that I at least needed to give myself enough credit to try the program. Maybe I’m a Biology whiz and just don’t know it yet!

The next day I sent the e-mail.

Not gonna lie- I’m totally scared. I don’t know if I’m good enough to do this sort of thing, but I at least want to try. If it means that I get to live out my dream job of helping animals, then that is enough motivation for me to do the best I can Smile


If all goes well, I’ve got my eyes set on the College of Veterinary Medicine at NC State for my grad degree. *Fingers crossed* Fingers crossed

PS. I’ve also picked up those personal training books again, and this time I’m not putting them down!

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Vegan Tofu Lettuce Wraps

This weekend I:

Got soaked at a football game…(we won!)






Ran 14 miles in my new shoes…


Ate THE BEST bean burger I’ve ever had…It was so crispy and delicious. Just melted in my mouth! *Drool*


And asked Jason if he ever wanted to have kids Open-mouthed smile Hehe.


I’ve asked the peeps on my Facebook page what they would like to see more of, and the most common response was “Recipes!”. And seeing as how the name of this blog is The Home-Cooked Vegan, then I guess it only makes sense to add more recipes on here!

I usually cook about 3 new recipes a week. I just never think to take pictures while making dinner. Some people have the incredible ability to photograph every step they do while making a recipe, but I’m just not that great at it! Sorry, folks.

Plus- our trailer has really bad lighting, especially in the kitchen.

So, what you see is what you get. I can’t promise fancy photos with different angles each time, or even step-by-step photos, but I can promise yummy food! Smile

And I can also promise mostly healthy dishes as well!

Last night I decided to make Lettuce Wraps with Hoison-Mustard Tofu from Appetite for Reduction by Isa Moskowitz (author of “Veganomicon” and “Vegan with a Vengeance”. I’m obsessed with her cookbooks!)


I didn’t have all of the ingredients in the recipe, so I modified it a little.

I’ll give you the recipe how it is supposed to be, and add my modifications in parentheses.

Lettuce Wraps with Hoison-Mustard Tofu


  • 1 block extra-firm tofu, drained and diced in 1/2” pieces
  • 2 tsp. soy sauce
  • 1 tsp. sesame oil (or olive oil, in my case)
  • 1 red bell pepper, seeded and diced small (I used green)
  • 1 small onion, diced small
  • 3 cloves minced garlic
  • 1 Tbsp. minced fresh ginger (I substituted 3/4 tsp. ground ginger)
  • 1/4 tsp. red pepper flakes
  • 3 Tbsp. mirin (or two more Tbsp. soy sauce)
  • 2 Tbsp. hoison sauce
  • 2 tsp. prepared yellow mustard
  • About 12 iceberg lettuce leaves


Prepare the tofu- preheat non-stick skillet over medium heat. Spray with cooking spray, add tofu and cook 10 minutes, flipping with a spatula every once in a while. After 5 minutes, drizzle with 2 tsp. soy sauce and toss to coat.

Preheat a separate large pan (or you can put the tofu onto a plate and use the same pan you already have out) over medium heat. Sauté bell pepper, onion, garlic, ginger and red pepper flakes in oil. Cook for about 10 minutes until veggies are soft and a little browned. Add the mirin and cook for 3 more minutes. Add the hoison and mustard, cook for another minute.


Add the tofu to the sauce and toss to coat. Serve alongside lettuce leaves. (We put a dollop or two of the sauce in the middle of a lettuce leaf and carefully rolled it up. This recipe allowed us to have 5 wraps each.)


So easy to make! And it was delicious too Open-mouthed smile I’ve always loved the lettuce wraps from P.F. Changs. This recipe allows me to make my own lettuce wraps at home Winking smile


Jason liked them too Smile


He is headed out with a friend tonight and I am going to have some “girly time” (read: painting my toenails on the couch while watching sappy movies on Instant Netflix In love Hehe) Girly time is the best!

I’ll be back soon with a really good post. I had a life-changing conversation with someone this past weekend, and I can’t wait to blog about it!

Thanks for reading!

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26.2: How I’m Training (Vlog!)




So, my mouth is doing that weird thing again! I’m not very tech-savvy…or else I’d try to fix it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the video!

Don’t forget to check back for that giveaway! Open-mouthed smile

PS. Please excuse the thunka-thunka-thunka going on in the background, it’s laundry day Winking smile

Marine Mud Run 2011: HOO-RAH


Hi friends! Smile

I’ve put this post off long enough. Well, not “put it off” but just haven’t had time! But it’s Sunday, and after an entire day in Charlotte (church-brunch-screaming our heads off at Panther game), we are now back home in the country (<—my favorite place to be after a day in the city) and I have a few minutes to type! Eleven minutes, exactly. According the timer on the oven. Peach cobbler is in the works over here.

So, shall I tell you about THE MOST FUN RACE I’VE EVER COMPLETED?! 

Yes, I shall Winking smile

The morning of the race, I woke up with a TON of energy. Maybe it was excitement/nerves that had me singing and dancing all over the house? Poor Jason. He isn’t a morning person, especially on the day of a race. It’s hard to live with me sometimes, haha. He was a good sport though! Didn’t even complain when I blasted “Rock You Like a Hurricane” from the computer speakers at 6:45 a.m. Te he Open-mouthed smile


We arrived about an hour before the race began. I wanted to get there in time to find our teammates and get our goody packets (which, we would later find out, only consisted of a t-shirt). After a few phone calls/texts, we finally found our other two team  members among the crowd:




My good friend, Anitra, and her brother-in-law, Heath Smile How do you like our team name, by the way? Clever, huh? Hehe. We got a lot of comments like “Mud Lights, haha!” or “After you run this, you can have a bud light!” I loved all of the response we got for our name – credit to Heath for thinking of it!

The beginning of the race was unlike any other I’ve ever been to. Here is what happened:

The  announcer has everyone line up. He then tells us to spread out enough so that we can get into push-up position without hitting anyone. We stay in push-up position while he tells us the rules of the race.

Then he tells us to get on our backs. And we do leg-raises while he acknowledges each and every sponsor! I loved it. The best part was that we had to do everything as a unit, if we weren’t all together with our movements, then we had to start all over.

There was a lot of groaning and complaining, and the race hadn’t even started yet!

So anyway, after all of that, we move closer to the start line. The race began with a 50 ft. duck walk, two teams were allowed to go at a time. After about 5 minutes of waiting to get to the line, it was team “Mud Lights” turn!

And the race began! To say I was psyched is an understatement. My body was ready. I wanted to burst through the other runners and come to the first obstacle already!

The way they had it set up was:

Run—> obstacle—>Run—>two obstacles—>Run—>three obstacles.

After running/doing lunges/climbing over walls, we finally arrived at the dreaded “400 ft. duck walk of death”. We knew that we had to get it right, because these Marine’s weren’t kidding! If you mess up, or don’t do it right, they really do make you do it again. Disappointed smile

An 800 ft. duck walk? No, thank you. I’m good.


Luckily, Jason and I had practiced an actual 400 ft. duck walk three nights before the race. We took it slow and easy. A lot of people sidelined this part. I was surprised at how many teams quit on the sides. Not our team! We duck-walked the crap outta that sidewalk! Woot woot! Especially Jason. He didn’t cheat the whole way. (I occasionally put my hands on the ground when the Marine’s weren’t looking In love)

Right after the duck walk, we had to run down a hill and then army-crawl back up it. And once we got to the top, we had to bear-crawl back down the thing. Backwards. I’m pretty sure I swallowed a few ounces of grass during this period of the race.

Everyone’s shoes were kicking dirt and grass in my face, but I just lowered my head and tried not to inhale any of it <—unsuccessful.

The race went on like that, and around mile 5 I started wondering “Oh yeah, where’s the mud pit?! Isn’t this supposed to be a mud run?!!”. I began thinking the race was such a rip off, and that if I didn’t “see mud soon” then “I’m gonna be really mad!”Open-mouthed smile

Spoke too soon.


Once we hit the 6 mile marker, we turn the corner-out of the woods- and there it was. Excuse me, there they were. The mud pits. The glorious, shimmering mud pits.

The crowds cheering, the marines yelling, the runners looking utterly confused about where they are supposed to go and what they’re supposed to do.

Heath and Anitra were right behind us, so Jason and I chose to dive in first.(Allow me to take a second to point out how happy my face looks in the above picture, right before we are about to get in the mud Open-mouthed smile) 

(The following photos are courtesy of my lovely uncle, who drove an hour just to see us compete!) ❤

First mud obstacle- swimming under a pole, through the mud. (It’s Jason’s butt that’s in the air, by the way)


Going under this pole was a bit of a shocker. I hesitated. A marine saw me hesitate and proceeded to yell “Whatchoo hesitatin’ for, girl?! You better get under that pole! NOW! GO!”  So I did.

While going under that pole, mud sloshed over every part of me. It went places that it should not. Let’s just leave it at that.

Once our whole team went under, we came to mud obstacle #2 – climbing over a wall. Easy enough. We completed it, with minimal yelling from the on-looking Marine’s Winking smile

The third mud obstacle? Climbing up and over a ramp. Much harder because I’m a shorty and could hardly reach the top of it. And might I add that the ramp was backwards.

Heath got down in the mud so that I could use him as a step, which I appreciated very much. The Marine’s were beginning to yell again, haha Open-mouthed smile “What’s taking you so long?! Get up there! “



I got down and, for a moment, I forgot that we were supposed to wait for our team(!). So I started running. While my team was still trying to get over the wall. Do you see what this is leading to?

The whole “mantra” of the race is to NOT leave your team behind. You must travel together, do exercises together, just like the true Marine’s do.

So I’m running, tra-la-la-la, when an angry Marine starts shouting in my direction. Then two more. And I’m all “What? What’d I do?!”

My uncle was able to capture the look on my face when the Marine’s stopped me. It was something like this:


Utter confusion.


Me: “Uhh! Uh, okay! Huh?! Okay!”

So I ran back and waited for my team like the good girl that I am Smile (I felt like apologizing during this whole race, lol)<—That’s the people-pleaser in me.


When we were all down from the wall/ramp thingie, we began running (AS A TEAM) to our fourth mud obstacle- push ups in the mud.

Oh boy. And I thought I had been “yelled at” for leaving my team….

We get down in push-up position and begin counting them out.


Except, we aren’t all together and there are two Marine’s next to us counting differently than we are. So we are all screwed up. Not knowing who to listen to, or when we’re supposed to be down or up or in between.

The Marines are getting aggravated (or at least it’s their job to seem like they are) with us because when Jason’s up, I’m down. We all look like a bunch of piano keys being played Open-mouthed smile

I begin laughing <—not a good idea when there are two buff men yelling at you from the sidelines. I just couldn’t help myself though! I thought (and still do think) it’s hilarious. Just the confusion of it all..and how it’s captured in the photos below.

**Notice in the first ‘push up’ picture, you cannot see the marines that are beside us** Now take a look at the one’s below:

yellmud(yelling, but not in our faces)

"Down, up! Down, up! Come on, Mud Lights. GET TOGETHER. Down, up. Down, up!”

facesmud(in our faces)

(We still aren’t together in our movements – check out Anitra looking at the rest of us like “what are ya’ll doing?!”. The marines see our uncoordinated moves and a curly-headed girl laughing her ass off, so they move in a little closer to try and get the point across more clearly)

“What’s the matter? You don’t know how to count?! You can’t get it together? It’s not hard- DOWN, UP. DOWN, UP.”

We finally passed their standards of what a mud push-up should look like, and they allowed us to leave the mud pit.


At this point in the race, I was having SO MUCH FUN!!! Open-mouthed smile I’m the weirdo that actually likes being yelled at while working out.

Wanna call me a sissy? Go ahead!

Wanna tell me to go back to the kitchen, where I belong?  Okay! Just make sure you get right in my face while doing so.

Weird, I know. But I thrive on that sort of thing.

We were out of the mud and on our way back to the finish line. One more mile to run, a few lunges to complete, a frog hop, some jumping jacks, and one last duck-walk before crossing the finish line arm-in-arm.



Crossing the finish line felt good Smile My legs didn’t hurt that much. I felt stronger than I have my whole life. I felt like I could keep going <—if only I felt that way after every race!

Before “showering”, we found my mom and uncle in the crowd. They greeted us with a ton of support and said “it was the coolest race they’d ever seen” Open-mouthed smile

We made plans to meet up for lunch, but first we wanted to get a few muddy post-race photos taken!


Anitra and Heath were so much fun to run with! I hope we can all do this as a team again next year (because I’m definitely doing it again next year Winking smile)




Fun fact- Anitra is going to run the half-marathon of the Rock-n-Roll Savannah, GA race! I’ll be completing my first marathon that day, so we will be accomplishing another fitness goal together come November!

After grabbing our towels, we headed over to the “mass shower” <—NOT! that was promised to us. Turns out, it was just a few hoses that had their water turned on. Three hoses and a really long line.


While they waited in line, I ran over to the charity shoe pile.


–Enter the saddest moment of race day—*Cue melancholy music*

I knew all week that I’d be letting my running shoes of three years go in this pile..but I still wasn’t prepared for how sad/reluctant I was to leave them.

My treasured Nike Vomero’s were my running companions for three years. We’ve had countless miles together- But the past few runs, I’ve noticed a few rips and tears on the sides of them. I can’t run 10 miles in them without feeling uncomfortable because of how low the tread on the bottom has gotten.

I knew this race was the perfect chance to have one last “hoo-rah” (<—pun intended) in them. And the fact that they were going to charity made me feel better about letting them go.

Dear Nike Vomero’s,

You have been wonderful shoes. I remember when Jason bought you on Valentine’s Day as a surprise for me. I tried on many shoes that day, but you…YOU were the one’s I wanted. You supported my high arches when no other shoe could. Your cushioning allowed my ankles and knees to feel less of an impact from the pounding my feet did.

You took me through my first 5k and 10k. You were supported me through my first marathon, and again on my second when I took you through the woods and made you do 16 miles instead of 13 (my bad). You’ve protected my feet during sudden torrential downpours, and you didn’t even complain when I took you – as worn out as you were- through one last run through the mud.

You’ve been a good shoe. I hope the next person that gets you loves you just as much as I do. Thanks for getting me through my training for the past few years. I wouldn’t be the same runner, if it weren’t for you.

Here’s to all the miles.




*Cue music off*

What a sad/happy day! I stood there with my shoes for a moment or two (no, I didn’t cry! Geez…you think I’m some sap or something?!)    I may have cried a little tear. But who’s counting?                   and then joined the rest of my team in the shower line!


It took a while, but we finally made it to the hose. Brrrrrrrr! The water was freaking freezing!!!! And everyone in line is watching you, so I just did a quick rinse off (“Is there still mud on my face?” “Do I have muddy boogers hanging out of my nose? No? Okay, good. I’m done”)

Squeaky – kind of- clean!


And a celebratory kiss, duh!


We said good bye to our other teammates, and met up with my mom and uncle for lunch.

First order of business-


A Bud Light Lime Open-mouthed smile Gotta live up to our team name! (It was 11:30 in the morning, but that’s okay) Sometimes races require that you have a beer post-race…even if it is only mid-morning on a Saturday, hehe Mug

I somehow managed to inhale four slices of delicious pizza while downing this beer as well. Girl can eat.

I loved having my family there to support me Red heart Seeing my mom right when I was about to dive into the mud pit really made my day Smile And seeing both my uncle and my mom at the finish line kept me going. Family is awesome.


It was a wonderful day. Easily the most fun race I’ve ever participated in!

Will I be back next year? You betcha’.

Jason really loved it too. Our team was such a great one, such a fun one to have! Heath was making jokes the whole way and Anitra is so determined Open-mouthed smile It was definitely an experience I’ll remember for a very long time.

As for that marathon coming up in…eh hem…6 weeks (!!!!!!!!!!) I’d say I’m ready, Freddy.

“Brang it onnnnnnnnn.”



PS. If you haven’t yet, be sure to check out my Facebook page! It’s my way of staying connected with readers when I’m “in-between” posts (read: life gets too busy) Smile And as always, thanks for reading!

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There’s a Rebellious Teenager in Our House

And her name is “Sophie”. Oh how young and naïve I was when picking out that sweet-sounding name!

Ever have one of those days where…well, you just cant stand your pets?

I’m having one of those days weeks.

When I first took Sophie in

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, she was very dependent on me to feed her, bathe her, and clean the poo off of her matted tail. And I did all of that lovingly.



Even as a kitten, Sophie never really wanted to be held. She didn’t like being petted, and it was clear that she was the “sit in your lap” type.  She developed more of a personality. An independent personality, for sure. Which is fine with me. Go be a cat! Explore things! Come rub against my legs when your hungry, it’s fine! Don’t want to cuddle? Okay!

She will allow herself to lie down next to you in bed, maybe even right up against your back. But the moment you go to pet her or acknowledge that she’s there, she’s gone. Off the bed and into the corner. And she even acts somewhat offended that you even try to touch her.

Growing up, I never had an animal that wasn’t (in some way) affectionate. I always picked the sweetest animals to call my own.

Having a pet like Sophie has just totally caught me by surprise. And it’s been hard to deal with at times.

“I fed you from a bottle! Aren’t you supposed to love me for that?!”  The truth is- the darn cat doesn’t know the difference. It was just food.


Anyway, as she’s gotten older (she’s now 5 months) she’s become SUCH A HANDFUL.

She chases our other cat around the house and attacks him everywhere he goes. She has days where she completely “forgets” how to use a litter box, and just goes wherever she pleases. And if a stranger tries to touch her, it’s OVER.  My time at home is spent chasing her around with a spray bottle, yelling “Sophie! No!”.



Allow me to give you an example.

Monday morning she had a vet visit for her first rabies shot. We are getting her spayed in two weeks, and in order to have that done, she has to have her rabies vaccine first.

I’m thinking this will be quick, just a shot and BOOM! we’re done.

How wrong I was.

Sophie was fine while we were waiting, she snuggled into my arms and hid her head under my elbow like she always does at the vet…or whenever she’s scared.

The vet came in and immediately she started growling.

A bit embarrassed, I mumble “She’s a bit on edge this morning.” <—understatement of the year.

I put her on the table, she tries to bite me. The vet calls in back up. (And the whole time I’m thinking “Back up?! My animals have never needed back up before! I’m so embarrassed!”

A second vet comes in and the male holds her down, gently, while the second vet gives her the shot. Sophie is hissing and spitting.

My nerves are getting all torn up and I’m just ready for this whole thing to be over. At the time I did not own a cat carrier, I just bring her in my arms (NEVER AGAIN). The vet told me that it would lessen her stress if I bought a carrier, so I agree to do it right away.

He offers me a leash to put around her neck so that I can take her out into the store with me to buy one. He goes to put the leash on her neck and she FLIPS OUT.

She beings clawing the vet over and over, hissing non-stop. She starts thrashing around on the floor and in the process she bites her tongue and her mouth starts bleeding.

So her face is a bloody mess, she is clearly TERRIFIED but she won’t stop thrashing. So neither of us are going near her. I suggest we throw a towel over her so she can’t see anything, and we’ll be able to pick her up.

We do that, I go down to pick her up. She’s still hissing and thrashing around, and then she shits. ALL OVER ME and the floor. In surprise, I drop her and she is freaking out while still thrashing around. Except this time, she’s doing it in shit.

I think the vet could tell that I was extremely distraught over everything. I was on the verge of tears.

  1. Because of how scared she was, and there was nothing I could do. Her face was so bloody and she looked so pitiful.
  2. Because I just felt like such a failed pet-owner. Like it’s my fault she’s that way or something.
  3. I felt like Sophie didn’t trust me. The fact that she was hissing at me, just as much as she was at the vet, hurt my feelings.

We did the towel thing again, this time the vet picked her up. He took her in the back to calm her down and clean her up.

I got down on my hands and knees to clean up the crap on the floor. They told me to leave it, but I was too embarrassed and felt like it was my way of saying “sorry”.


I went out to get a carrier, came back in and they put her in it for me. She hissed at me the whole car ride home.

I left her in the carrier, in a room by herself to calm down.

And the next day, she was the sweetest thing. Rubbing on my legs, purring, following me around the house.

Now, I love my pets. Even when they don’t act the way I want them to.


I accept that Sophie is the way she is…and I still love her, but it’s been really hard to deal with. I felt so defeated that day.

Last night she got accidentally got out, so we went through that whole scenario again. My arms are clawed up, they hurt and sting. Sophie spent most of the night in the carrier, and just like last time..she was sweet upon being let out.

I feel like such a failure with her sometimes. Like I didn’t raise her right or something. <—I know how crazy that sounds.

I’ve never in my life had to deal with stuff like this. I’ve always had well-behaved animals. She constantly keeps my nerves on edge. It really feels like we have a rebellious teen in our house.



She knocks everything off of our desk. Shreds my plants. Pee’s on the couch. Bullies my other cat.

*Sometimes I just want a break from taking care of animals* But this is what I signed up for by adopting them.

The sweet moments she has are almost worth the temperamental fits she has.

Have you ever dealt with stuff like this? How do you handle it? Am I the only one that feels the need to chug a beer after a bad vet visit?

Your Opinion: De-clawing A Cat


Happy Friday to you all 🙂

I’ve had a little over 14 hours of sleep total over the past three days, so please excuse me if my “writing skills” are a little slack today 😉

Jason and I went to the Panthers game last night. It ended at 11:30, but then we got stuck in traffic on the interstate until 1 a.m. Joy. Joy. I’m still in a fog. Even after a Humungoid  mug of green tea and a cold shower. I see half decaf coffee in my future. My very near future.

It was fun though! And I can officially declare that I am doing nothing tonight. Not a darn thing . Cooking dinner, eating it and then lounging on the couch for as long as I can stay awake.

I like to sleep on the couch on Friday nights for as long as I can. Jason always shakes me awake and says “Why don’t you just go to bed?” My response? “Because I want to be near you. I like to social sleep.”

So now I’ve dubbed a new term for my need to sleep around Jason, wherever he may be in the house. Social sleeping. Hehe 😀


I wanted to know how you guys feel about de-clawing cats?

Mr. Big Cat was de-clawed before I “inherited” him, so I really had no say in the matter.

Only, the vet that did the procedure didn’t do it the right way and his left paw sometimes gets painful because of a half-nail the vet left.

Part of me thinks de-clawing is kind of cruel, but the other part of me desperately wants to save our furniture/clothing/carpet/anything visible in our house, from Sophie’s talons.

Part of my brain says “Well, you get her spayed. And that’s pretty much taking out her ovaries, but de-clawing is cruel?!”

Jason is all for the de-clawing of our little fur child. The fact that she chases the big cat around, terrorizing him with her little nails of hell doesn’t help either. And he doesn’t have nails to fight back! Kid is seriously a bully.

I’ve made a deal with Jason (for right now): If we get her a couple of scratching posts, and she is still tearing up the furniture, then I will consider getting her de-clawed.  We’ve tried “Keep Away” spray, but it only works for a day and I can’t go around constantly spraying every single type of fabric with the stuff, well…cos I have better things to do with my time. (Like Chemistry homework and puzzle-doing).

So, what do you guys think?

Are you for or against de-clawing? Ever had your cat de-clawed? Think it’s cruel?