I don’t know why I keep up with this anymore. I no longer participate in the reason I started this blog…derby…although I did stop by the afterparty last week. Nobody wants to hear about work…even though my job is pretty awesome now. The Kitten resists becoming involved in any extracurricular activities…although I constantly ask her if she wants to swim or dance or kick and hit things. Life has become pretty boring since I decided to relax this year.

Rodeo is done, and I’m just waiting for April so anniversary and Easter and birthdays and traveling and holidays and my favorite season can begin. Maybe then Catazonia won’t be lackin’ in the crackin’.

I’m taking my first spring break in years. I’m finally in a job where I’m encouraged to take vacation, I actually have vacation to take because my employer respected my experience when I was hired, and The Kitten is taking her very first spring break ever. Boy howdy, do I need a spring break!

• Rodeo is kicking my butt…not from working, but from listening to everyone complain.
• Work is kicking my butt…The Dark Side is working against the Force.
• My husband’s truck got its butt kicked by a Mustang last Thursday night…damn the rain that lasted way too long and helped to depress me on top of everything.

Wish I could use my free plane ticket and take a real spring break, but that will have to wait.

I used to joke about staying away from the Three P’s of Responsibility: Pets, Plants, and Parenting. As long as I was free of pets, plants, and kids, my life would be perfect. Then my realtor gave me a houseplant when we moved into our current home and swore that it was one even I couldn’t kill. It was all downhill from there.

Two years later, The Kitten came along, and while I’m not the greatest mother in the world, she doesn’t complain…much. Her father…now that’s a different story. However, we survived her first teenage fit last week when we wouldn’t take her to the rodeo on our night off…remember, she’s only five. By the way, I received another houseplant at the birth of my only child, and both plants are miraculously still alive. So, I think I’ve got the plants and the parenting down, but guess what?

I killed off another pet. Last year, we had the hamsters, Beautiful Sparkle and Foola, who lasted about six and eight months, respectively. Just a few days ago, I introduced you to Sparkly the Turtle, who The Kitten received for Christmas. Obviously, Sparkly didn’t enjoy having her picture plastered all over the web, and she finally gave up this weekend after not eating a damn thing for the past two months. And yes, I did try to feed her! Maybe third time’s a charm on the pet thing? What should we kill get for Christmas this year?