We are family… get up everybody and sing!

We are family... get up everybody and sing!

I chose this lyrics to a Sister Sledge song because I immediately thought of it when I saw new Weekly Photo Challenge. And because in families there are oh so many many times when we don’t even want to think about “getting up and singing”. Life happens, and life isn’t a Julia Roberts movie (although I see some resemblance from time to time), so sometimes it’s really hard to be a family.

I was thinking what could I photograph to represent my family but not expose their faces to everyone, so I had an idea, as you can see. Family for me, is everyone who leaves their shoes as they enter and change into their slippers. 🙂
Find a difference 😉 :

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I wish I could add some more shoes here though… *Kisses*
I think that being a family is loving and supporting each other. Related by blood or not.

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Disclaimer: the above photo is from HERE.

I iz human, Kiki is my name

I iz human, Kiki is my name

This was a hard challenge. Hard – by meaning that I couldn’t decide which photo to use as my first entry in:

Michelle’s Weekly Pet Challenge

Since I am planning to participate in much more Michelle’s Pet Challenges I have to cut down the excitement and choose one photo at a time. 😀

I love my cat. Anyone who says that animals don’t have personalities is a filthy liar. Or maybe a clean one, if he/she washes itself. But that’s not the point! Point is that the animals we have and share our lives with for years really do get treated like a member of a family. When we are planning something, it’s like, ok, what about Kiki… Like she would have an opinion. And when she isn’t feeling well, everyone starts to worry…Did she ate? What did she ate? Did she drink water? Did she ate something she shouldn’t? (Mostly the case.) And we get all invested in her health while she just an hour later goes in her litter box and shits the biggest shit. And all is well in the world while she happy runs through rooms, sliding on wooden floor like a pro.

I have seen her imitate us, humans. It’s hilarious. She doesn’t know she is doing something special, usually she isn’t even aware of the funny she is. She is a very smart cat, she knows meaning of key words, even sentences, and sneaky also! She will pretend she has to go out coz she knows we won’t ignore it, then run for the kitchen. Funny? Imagine waking up to this billionth time. When I was teaching her to open the door for herself I had to stop because she was actually picking on it. Imagine how would it be if I had to lock the doors because she is bored? 😀

But at the same time, she is such a stupid cat. A “I will make you laugh at me” stupid cat. She gets surprised and scared by the most ridiculous things and stares in my sister until she creeps her out, moving only when she is not looking.

I love that silly-vanilly cat.

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She has been on this blog on:

Weekly Photo Challenge – Habit

DIY: Kitty bed

My first word was: Tata

I have read every single one of Daily Prompt of Who was my hero at 5 and now. I don’t know why. Some of them have deeply touched me…

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When i was five I went to a vacation with my Dad (Tata in Croatian). It was 1993., the war was going on. For me, there was no war. Just my dad, cold milk, the beach and Eros Ramazzotti. Yes, I remember some scenes so vivid and today I love Eros and can’t ever stay cold when I hear his songs ( I get chills in the moment my mind recognize it. ) And what is funny for someone’s fan, I don’t know many of his songs or lyrics but I know EXACTLY how the melody of the ones I know goes. It is written in me.

My dad and I, we had fun. We played football, frisbee, anything really… I would help him dig in the yard with huge shovel almost bigger from myself. We got each other back when mom got strict. It was almost always us “against” her. That is, up until the moment she gave birth to my sister. I was five at a time.

He didn’t have to say it twice, I was always up for it. Hiding, sneaking up on mom, tickling mom, dancing, singing, recording us singing and goofing around… He was the amusement park and I had the golden ticket. 😀 His first child, his precious daughter.

Later we became even more close through talks and listening to each other. But, as I grew older…he got smaller. I noticed his mistakes, his flaws, the way of life of which I am running away from, and how much he had an impact on me to follow his ways. Unhealthy ways.

I was on his tracks and we got along. But since I have decided to go on my own path and refuse to walk the road he is walking, we started to drift from each other. And that makes me sad because I love him. I can see he is trying to find his way, his path to deal with bitterness life has brought to him and some he brought on himself so I’m hopeful inside. I hope he makes it, I really really do.

And who is my hero today? Me.

Some of the posts that I liked:

My four legged Hero

On becoming you own hero/heroine

My Hero

There’s no such thing as Superman

Our Hero

and more of the challenge itself, this person moved me with their journey: Heroic Visions

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Disclaimer: I found photo on: godhungry.org