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Things have seemed so dark the last few months. I'm lucky to have a little kitten to remind me life is a good thing even when things are bad. Goomba is six weeks now and in to everything. It's funny how something so small can help so much, but he makes me smile when I think there is no reason to keep trying. Doug (my roomie) says if things work out I can keep him.



I know things will get better, we just aren't where we need to be right now. My roomie is headed for the gulf coast to find work and I'll follow with the boys as soon as posible. Just the idea of being back near home helps. I need to be there to help my friends and family that need me there.

Today my sister called. We are half-sisters that have the same father. Her half- brother with whom she shared her mother died. He was killed in Iraq. I don't have any details nor do I really want to know. I love my sister and her hurting hurts me. There is nothing that I can say to help her or mend the broken heart of the wife left behind.



War is no joke and there is nothing at all fun about death. Some people on here think life is a joke and death sounds like fun, they need to grow up.

Well it looks like we are here for another month. My roomie got a new job but we never know how long the jobs will last. We have got some news on jobs on the Mississippi coast so I hope to be headed back towards home soon.



Right now we have had to move the holidays. Well Thanksgiving is cancled and Christmas is moved. At least my kids are all very understanding, I told them that we are putting off the holidays and they just said cool. I guess to them it is less of a big deal then it is to me. My best friend has her christmas in Febuary every year so my boys really don't find it that odd.



My little kitten is getting big, he is going to be 5 weeks next Monday, the vet has seen him twice and put his age at less then 2.5 weeks when I got him. He is now litter box trained and eats some real food, but still loves his bottle.

It looks like I may be off line for quit some time. My roomie and I have hit a very bad string of luck. We will be leaving here Monday, to move up near my Mom. We may not get internet there at all. So HUGS to all and wish us luck, we'll need it.

We named the little kitten Goumba, it's a tiny little spoiled brat. I have to get up about every 4 hours at night to put little brat cat in the litter box (which it uses), and give it a bottle. It has already gained waight and has cut all it's teeth.



It is so funny to see a kitten that is so tiny it sits in my hand, play jump and run all over the couch. My outher cats still hiss and spit at it, but it just keeps going. Doug and the boys have started helping as much as they can but it only takes it's bottle from me., so I'm the one that has to get up at night.

About 15 mins ago the lady in our trailer park office called. The fix-it guy here found a tiny kitten under one of the units here. I went to the office to get the kitten and it's tiny. This kittin is so small, maybe 3-4 weeks old, and crys no-stop. Right now I'm trying to type with one hand and hold it's bottle with the outher.



My cats are all pissed at me right now. I'm not sure what my roomie is going to do when he gets home and finds yet another little baby in our home. I hope it at least stops crying before he gets home. I need to go get some caned kitten food from the vet.



It's now 3:30 and my sons and I have the kitten asleep, for the first time in hours. I've gotten it to eat and potty, now sleep so it should be ok.