I jumped into the nail art and blogging world without an introduction. I never actually said how I got into nail art which really surprised a whole bunch of people.
(above) Check out some of my nail art through the years!
Growing up, I was a huge tomboy. I wore boy’s clothing and makeup was not my best friend. I always loved nail polish but only wore it on my toes because (even then!) I hated chipped nails.
Fast forward 10 years, add a Rheumatoid Arthritis diagnosis and I was placed on a medical leave after over-working. I had nothing to do for two weeks. I could marathon Netflix for days but two weeks? My brain would turn to mush. Reading was always a must but just like well, everything else, I got distracted by all the books and mixed up my plots!
I needed something else so I stopped by a nearby Ulta and picked up six Zoya polishes on sale. I spent all two weeks trying different combinations, different techniques, photographing….and the rest was history!
Hi, my name is Monica and I have RA.
Actually, one of the veterinary technicians I worked with owned Marmalade (known as Samantha (ick!)) but she moved away to an apartment where she couldn’t keep pets. This all happened around the same time my mother passed away so it really was fate that Marmalade landed in our lives.
It’s weird to think she could have been someone else’s cat. I don’t think she would have been as wonderful with someone else. When I take a nap, she protects me by screaming and slapping anyone who tries to wake me up. When I’m ill she does not leave my side. She actually follows me around at my heels, which may or may not be a good thing as I constantly trip over her. If I’m bed-ridden she either sleeps by my side or stands guard outside my door. If I move or yawn she comes running to me, sits on my lap and stares at me to make sure I’m not on Death’s door. She won’t eat or drink or use the litter box until I’m asleep and immediately returns so I don’t miss her.
There are many beliefs about why they do this.
Saachi was always food-anxious and one morning, as I prepared their meal she just snapped. The way Affie’s injuries turned out we figure she had jumped up to say good morning and Saachi just switched.
The dental specialist told us this was the most complex surgery he had done. Her entire lower jaw had separated from the rest of her skull. The right break was clean while the left side completely shattered. Thankfully, the muscles remained intact so it was just a matter of her bone healing properly. Unfortunately, there was a 50/50 chance Affie would be paralyzed on her left side.
She went into a second surgery to remove her rotted teeth (we couldn’t brush them while she was healing) and wires and we found out that everything healed perfectly well. She was 100% healed, no paralysis!
What if dogs relied less on instinct and just spent a few seconds more thinking ideas through?? I guess life with them would not be as entertaining.
I noticed him hanging around the window for about a month before I named and penned him my pet. He was old so he no longer glowed but he was smart. He hung out on my plants to get water then he’d wander around the room.
During the day he hangs out on the drawers next to where I sit. He feeds on crumbs that I leave him. He especially likes chocolate. When I try to take it away from him but he aggressively waves his antennae at me!
