let me introduce myself...
i'm a 25 year old pharmacy technician who loves her job..most of the time. it takes a special kind of person to put up with the abuse of a retail pharmacy. it's a very demanding job. people want their pills, and they want them NOW. i just snicker when i hear "all you do is count pills all day." yeah, right. that's all i do. when people ask me what i do, i say "i spend 10.5 hours wiping people." the general public can be very, very stupid. there are customers who are like family to me, and i would do everything in the world to help them. others, however, need a lot more help than i can give.
most of my friends my age are married and having babies. i, on the other hand, am a proud mother of two spoiled rotten cats. i love my cats more than most people love their children. my co-workers call me a crazy cat lady. i think it's a compliment. i know deep down inside, they all love my cat vomit and litter box stories.
phoebe aka "fatticas catticas" eats until she pukes. she lives to eat. she can be sprawled out on the couch in a coma, but as soon as she hears the crunch of my other cat eating, she awakens to scurry to the food dish and root the other cat away. they say cats pick one person to be their master. phoebe is my boyfriend's. she is only nice to me when i'm preparing her evening "num nums" (a can of fancy feast) otherwise, she flicks her tail up at me and gives me the butt.
sophie is my cat. we watch tv together. we nap together. where ever i am in the house, you will find her perched somewhere. after her evening "num nums" she gets hyped up and stampedes all thru the house. she likes to do things that irritate kevin, like ripping up the carpet or attacking his butt as he sits at the kitchen table.
i have a 3 year old niece who is my world. she is a princess drama queen who likes to wear boy clothes. i have never been around kids until she was born, so everything she says and does is T-TOTALLY amazing to me. i know kevin gets tired of my constant ramblings of "you won't believe what she just said" eventually he hears enough and tells me "she's just like a little person!" and i roll my eyes and start carrying on about the cats.
so most of my blogs will be kitty tales and "oh my gosh, you will never guess what my niece just said"
i am seriously 25 going on 40...
