BRING IT ON #rapture

Hey, everyone. Guess what? I made it. Ready? Here we go.

I'm out of high school. Next week is graduation, but I made it. For me, I've already graduated, I've already done it. I left the school after finishing my finals, said my goodbyes, period. The end. All that's left is a ceremony to reconfirm what I already know.

The school has said goodbye to us, like it does all seniors. It's been saying goodbye all year, and we've finally decided to listen to it and respond.

You know what? Last years seniors are but a quiet memory, and the years before are nearly nonexistent. We're the same. This freshmen class never really knew us, just like I never really knew my seniors. We're all eagerly straining for our time, like dogs on a leash, and when the leash snaps, we're left tumbling out of control into places we could never have imagined. College, life, whatever you're doing, we've been cut off and we're stumbling alone, but at least we're stumbling. This is the part of your life that you have to plunge into by yourself. In the end, you're making your own decisions. Sure, it's scary as hell, but we're doing it.

Who are we?

Hah, we thought we'd know by the end of high school, but really, we're just starting out. Will we ever know? Probably not. We constantly morph.

I did it, though.

I made it out of the dark spots and came out alive and better because of it. I went through medication and spouts of tears from frustration, heartbreak and disappointments that will forever stay with me, but I did it.

Allstate completely broke my heart. Everyone told me I'd make it, two years running. It never happened. I'm out of it, though. I'm on a scholarship to sing for Knox. I may not be the best, but I'm continuing even when I feel I have no talent and nothing left to give. I keep hoping it'll turn around, and sometimes, when I sing to myself at home, I feel like I'm returning to myself.

The OCD medication shifted me, but I feel better even though it put me through hell. I don't know how much I changed because of it, and how much of the old me is left, and how much I want back. Do I want anything back?

When I left the school, it started raining. (Mr. Kraemer had told Ashley, Dani, and I that he was going to miss us and he thanked us for going above and beyond in art.) It had been sunny and beautiful and then BAM. As the bell rang and I trudged out to my car, laden with my saxophone and bags, I did something that I never do. I put my things in my car, then I stood out in the rain.

I've never really done that.

(I've always been afraid that I'll catch pneumonia.)

Dani opened the door to her car, and instead of climbing it, stood up on the ledge and pumped a fist in the air. We heard all sorts of honking from seniors celebrating, so we joined in. My broken car horn even worked for awhile. (It died near the end again.) Ashley came out and we had a group hug. In the rain.

We did it.

Sentimental. Yes. Sentimental.

And it'll forever be burned into my mind.

We did it.

I did it.

Have a great week.

Welcome to the premier of Kitten Kitchen: A new way to look at household pets!

In today's episode we'll be looking at how to make Kitten Salad, KLT, and my personal favorite, a Kittenmallow. First of all, we should always wash our hands before handling any type of food whatsoever.

Make sure your hair is tied back so the consumers of the food don't get any nasty surprises!











These are our ingredients for our Kitten Salad. A cucumber, sliced onion, a tomato, a head of lettuce, half of a green pepper, a stick of celery, and a handful of baby carrots.







You then want to carefully select the kitten. Notice the difference in sizes between these two kittens.

The one that is smaller is the one you want to choose.

Why? It's simple really, the smaller ones are more tender because they're young meat.

Also, the older the kitten is, the more likely you have already formed an attachment to it.

Therefore, chose the kitten you have not bonded with.



Then measure out one kitten.

See? Smaller kittens also fit perfectly into a measuring cup which just makes your life so much easier!










After all of this, these are the ingredients you should have:
One kitten.
One head of lettuce.
One cucumber.
One tomato.
One sliced onion.
One piece of celery.
And a handful of baby carrots.








You should then carefully wash all of your vegetables. Remember: It's unethical to wash a cat because they don't like water. It's very important to respect an animal's wishes.

You should then begin chopping up the vegetables.
Remember to cut them into even slices. You want your salad to look pretty. Food tastes better when it looks better.









After you have chopped everything up, you want to begin mixing the ingredients together.

Make sure your kitten doesn't escape!

After you have mixed your salad, it should be ready for consuming.





Next we get to make our KLT! Kitten Lettuce Tomato sandwich! First get two slices of bread. After you place them on a plate, begin squirting mustard onto one slice of your bread. Then place two slices of tomato on your other slice. Then cover up the mustard with lettuce so your kitten's fur doesn't soak up the mustard!
Then you should go and choose your kitten.

Black kittens work best for a sandwich because most people don't like black cats. Don't ask me why, but their obvious disliking for the delightful creatures would give them no reservations with eating them.

After choosing the kitten place the kitten on the lettuce side of your bread.
Close the sandwich with the other piece of bread and enjoy! You have just made a KLT!


Now for everyone's favorite meal! Dessert! We will be making a Kittenmallow. It's a wonderful treat that kids of all ages will enjoy! Plus it's simple to make!

All you have to do is choose a kitten and gather some marshmallows and an attractive cup with a straw! (I recommend a calico cat. Why? Because their striped pelts look attractive and you want your guests to enjoy looking at their dessert as well as enjoy the taste!)

Put your marshmallows and kitten together and ta da! You have an excellent dessert!

And this concludes this episode of Kitten Kitchen: A new way to look at household pets!

(No kittens were actually harmed in the making of this post. We're actually big fans of our cats and we would never dream of eating them! I would like to thank all the baby kittens and older kittens who allowed us to take their pictures. I would also to give kudos to Carissa for using my idea of taking a picture of a kitten in a measuring cup and combining it with my idea of Babies: Hot off the Grill! and also I would like to thank her for buying the vegetables and taking the pictures and cutting up everything while I just posed and posted this!)

Existing to simply take care of you...

This is Beanie. My beloved cat. There is so much I can say about him, but that would bore you to death. I have no wish to accomplish that task, at least, not yet.




It's pathetic, but Beanie plays a key role in my very existence.



Life without him is hard to imagine.



Life before him is hard to remember.






This is Merlin.

My very first bird.

I got him last May, but he is already an older bird, now, not ancient, mind you, but old enough.

I love him a bunch.

He also helps play a key role in my existence, maybe not as defined as Beanie, but hey, he's still there.


These are some of the pets you'll be hearing about.

The First and the Worst

I'm a firm believer in the fact that the first post in any blog is undeniably the worst.

The first post is an introduction or simply an "I have no clue what I'm doing".

Since I have had many "I have no clue what I'm doing", I'm doing to do something different and just make an introduction.

I go by many different nicknames, but my official name is Bethany.

I have three amazing friends: Dani, Ashley, and Kahlise.

I have many pets but these three are by far my favorites: Beanie, Merlin, and Mr. Turdz.

I have two sisters and two brothers: Carissa, Dorian, Ryan, and Kyle.

You will no doubtedly be hearing about them.

And now I must leave because my mom requests help with the boring, annoying task of trying and failing to cook supper.