Technokayla’s Blog

As cheesy as it is, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life, and how fragile it is.  Two of Richard’s friends passed away a week ago today, one in a house fire, the other in the hospital later that day.  I only met Daniel a couple of times, and I never met Kayla, but this has still seemed to affect me a lot.  I’ve been thinking a lot about how something that tragic can happen to anyone, and when it does, it affects everyone.  It happens with no warning at all, and then suddenly, two people so dear to so many are just gone.  And it seems as if the whole town was connected to them in some way.  And every single person is dealing with it differently.  Richard keeps his emotions pent up inside him, but you can see that he is sad.  He is more stressed than ever now.  Alex, and even Rick (Daniel’s brother) are dealing with it in a way that seems more like celebrating.  I think that’s good on them.  They have been having parties and drinking as if Kayla and Daniel never left.  It’s a happy thing to see.

I’m not sure how I’m dealing.  I didn’t know them personally, but just thinking about how easily death can sneak up on you has really gotten to me.  For them, it was six thirty in the morning, and it happened so fast they couldn’t make it out.  That is the scariest thing in the world to me.  I’m really thinking now that Richard and I should write up a will, or make it known what we want to happen to Aden if we were to be so suddenly taken away.  It’s not like we have any money to worry about, only Aden.  Right now, all I want to do it live life to the fullest.  I want to not worry about money anymore.  I only want to do the things I have always wanted to do, because you never know when it might be too late.  I know that’s not possible and it’s not going to happen, but that’s what I would love to do.  That’s how I would love to deal with this.  Life is too precious to waste.

I can’t believe it’s already September, and summer is over.  More importantly, I can’t believe Aden is going to be six months old in six days.  Has it really been six months since my little boy came into the world?

And speaking of coming into the world, Jiggaboo had her kittens today!  Finally!  She’s been getting bigger and bigger for weeks now, and after seeing her waddling around yesterday, I figured it couldn’t be much longer.  She had four kittens.  The first one came sometime this morning after Richard took us home.  It was breech, so Richard’s parents had to pull it out.  It’s a little grey one.  They were worried it would die, but Jiggaboo started cleaning it and it started breathing.  I’m not sure of the order the rest of them came in, but there is also a black one (who looks like it has some brown in it too), a white one like Jiggaboo, and an orange one.  I’m not sure of the gender of each of them.  Richard says I get to pick which one we want first (other than the white one, because it’s been claimed since Jiggers got knocked up).  I have no idea which one I want!

We still haven’t found a place.  I’m getting really sick of living separately.  The last three weeks we’ve been going back and forth: Richard picks us up after work, we stay over night and he takes us home in the morning.  It’s exhausting and lacks a routine.  Well, I guess it is sort of a routine, but a very stressful one.  Richard swears it will only be two more weeks, because then it’ll be payday and he’ll have some extra money from overtime.  I don’t know.  I’ll probably go insane if we have to live separately for much longer.  Both of our families are driving me up the wall.  I do have faith in him, though, even if nobody else does.  He thinks something will just fall into our hands, and I hope he’s right.