Just a Pocket Book Brando
Sunday's combined priesthood/relief society meeting was a little too infuriating for my tastes, so my discourse about mormon culture is going to be delayed a bit. My latin is over, and I have a few days in which to relax from the cares of school. I go back home tomorrow night, which is going to be a little difficult. My mother is still in a wheelchair from the fall she took. She broke a crap ton of bones, her osteoporosis isnt helping that I'm sure. I'm going to help my dad take care of her, which I doubt will be too easy, but that guy needs the rest. He works like 12 hours a day every day, plus having to take care of her now. Hopefully she'll be able to get back to work pretty soon, I imagine it must hurt a lot to have all those broken appendages.
On a positive note, my dad found some kittens in our garage. The cats which belong to the neighbors, as well as various strays, love to make our house their home. Apparently these kittens are really really tiny, my mom said that the smallest one is about 6 inches long. They have to be bottle fed. That is something I am all about, I love me some kittens.
I still have to actually set aside some time to hang with Lyndsie, without, as she put it "ungainliness and pretense" so I'll hopefully get a chance for that after I get back from T-Town.
On a positive note, my dad found some kittens in our garage. The cats which belong to the neighbors, as well as various strays, love to make our house their home. Apparently these kittens are really really tiny, my mom said that the smallest one is about 6 inches long. They have to be bottle fed. That is something I am all about, I love me some kittens.
I still have to actually set aside some time to hang with Lyndsie, without, as she put it "ungainliness and pretense" so I'll hopefully get a chance for that after I get back from T-Town.