tres·cay v, adj. Tres (Fr.): very; Tres (Sp.): three; Cay: being a surname. Very Cay, Three Cays.
Listed below are the PTRs I am a member of, and the running total I have been paid from each.
(Since John has yet to write up a bit about himself, you'll have to content yourselves with the basic stats, as recorded by Kathleen.)
(I'm not an official Cay, its true, but in the interests of time we'll just work under the assumption that I am.)
Born and raised in Petersburg, MI, I was fairly sure in my younger years that I would always live there. In fact, I didn't really have any dreams of living elsewhere, so the fact that I have twice migrated to California is a bit surprising. But migrate I did, first when I was 19, and then again when I was 23. Since both of those instances ended with my current boyfriend and myself moving back to MI, I like to say I'm waging a peaceful war against the population of California. I bring them to Michigan 1 and 2 people at a time.
Currently I'm a stay at home mother of one, and I'm loving it (ba-da-ba-da-da... McDonalds theme song, get out of my head!). I've held several retail jobs in the past, which I adored - lots of people go through, but I rarely have to deal with them for more then 5 minutes at a time. Its fortunate, because that's about how long my patience will last. I firmly believe that most people walking around need a good hard smack to set them straight, and if I'm forced to interact with them for long, I have no problem at all telling them so and offering my services for that particular job. To date, no one has taken me up on my generous offer.
I enjoy web/graphic design work, reading, singing, playing with my daughter, blowing bubbles, and watching music-based reality TV (American Idol, Rockstar INXS, So You Think You Can Dance). I'm an avid Grey's Anatomy fan - I love that show! I also enjoy writing, and have been writing everything from poems to prose to novels since I was in grade school. I have plans for a series of children's' books that I'm slowly fleshing out and writing down. I've read the dictionary twice, to improve my vocabulary and to say that I'd done it. I quite enjoyed it, and recommend it to anyone who owns a dictionary (reasoning that if you don't own a dictionary, you don't care enough about your vocabulary to really benefit from the exercise anyway). I'm terrible at keeping track of my sunglasses, but I've managed to hang on to my current pair for over 6 years; scratched and nearly worthless, I'll wear them until they fall apart, just because I haven't lost them yet. I love animals, cats in particular; I hate bugs - but only if they're indoors. If I see bugs outside that's one thing, its their environment after all, but if they invade my personal space, I go a little nutty. I once stood on my bed with a can of Raid in each hand and sprayed everything that moved. For two hours. I hate bugs. I'm a member of The Quilting Bee (which has nothing to do with actual quilts); in this online club, I am a Honey Bee and a member of the Daily Bee staff. I'm also a member of several online TCGs, as well as running one of my own, Bibliophile. These and various other sites keep me hopping all over the 'Net and keep my mind happily multi-tasking and (mostly) out of trouble.
I'm a Catholic girl, but not a good one. I'm not practicing my religion, for one thing. For another, I disagree with most of the political tenets of the Catholic church. I believe that homosexuals not only have the right to marry, but if they want children then that's fine, too. Children are brought into this world so often by heterosexual parents who don't have a clue - homosexuals would oftentimes make better parents, or at least as good.
One thing I do hold with the Church on is abortion. I'm very staunchly pro-life, and I'll argue my view until my last breath. So many people are out there who want children and cannot have them that there is no reason for any woman to think abortion is her only (or best) option. Its sad that so many do. On a related topic, and again in disagreement with the Church, I'm attempting to become an egg donor. I feel strongly about giving loving families the chance to have children, and really - what am I doing with all these extra eggs, anyway?
Inarguably the cutest of the group, Keslyn has a personality all her own - thankfully. I'm sure the world would break under the strain of two of her!
Keslyn loves coloring: in her coloring book, on her father's desk, on her legs and arms... She has a special chair that she's claimed for her coloring activities, and if anyone else sits in it - no matter where she is or what she's doing at the time - she runs up to them and points, shouting, "Sit! Sit! Sit!" Its really quite disturbing, since she hasn't really mastered the 's' sounds yet, and it sounds more like a toddler screaming profanities at you. Amusing, yes, but a little embarrassing when strangers are around - for all they know that's the family custom when someone sits down. We must all just stand around pointing and swearing.
In addition to coloring, this little girl loves to dance. Blues Brothers is one of her favorite movies, and watching it one night - she taught herself to Shake a Tail Feather (its a dance, for the unenlightened among you). She dances to songs, commercial jingles, her mother's singing... Her own singing. More than just dancing, though, she loves music. She enjoys playing on her Grandma & Grandpa Cays' electric organ, and she likes to serenade her parents. Its very sweet, but we have no idea where she picked this habit up, since neither John nor I have ever serenaded each other.
She loves going for walks, and she loves riding her bike. She likes to have bubbles blown at her, but not blowing them herself. Teeter-totters are fun, swings are not... She loves other kids, and is quite eager to run up and hug any little kid foolish enough to stand still within reach. At the tender age of 18 months, she was chasing boys (picture in the photos section), and now she's moved on to bigger prey, preferring to flirt with adult instead of run after other toddlers with her lips puckered. Sadly, too, her flirting has resulted in free donuts, bananas, and oranges from the local convenience store. I ask you - how in the world am I going to dissuade her from that when she gets such amazing treats?!
...grant that I may never seek so much to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love with all my soul;
for it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
in giving of ourselves that we receive,
and in dying that we're born to Eternal Life...
— Excerpt from the Prayer of St. Francis
