September 22, 2015

Yes, I'm Alive

Just not here. Apparently I'm not interested in my own self to even tell anyone else about me. Work has been excruciatingly slow so I spend many hours on Netflix, Amazon Instant Video and crafting. Y'all be well, OK? I'll pop back sometime soon, I promise. 

April 05, 2014

I've Got A Really Long Draft

But it is overwhelming me so I'm bailing. So, let's do a quick update. 

I might be depressed, I'm not sure. I'm not sad or anything I just don't *care* about much. Very strange, really. 

I haven't had a period in like 14 months. Menopause is interesting. So far I have had only one hot flash but I feel like I'm constantly just a tad warmer than I used to be. My skin is drying up, my gums are receding and black hairs are growing out of my chin; but I don't swell up and get cramps, my under eye circles are significantly less noticeable and I like only needing 5-6 hours of sleep. 

I want easily 65% of the stuff in my house to go away. Too much stuff, I tell ya.


Pete turns 15 in September. He's our awesome little dude.

Sarah Palin was on The Tonight Show the other night and she's too skinny. Now, I don't like the woman and never have but I hate to see any woman undergo the degree of change she has because someone probably told her she I wasn't "enough" of something. Pretty or young or thin or whatever.

I'm gonna miss David Letterman but hope he will enjoy a very long, very relaxing retirement. 

I think Bruce Springsteen is aging backwards.


January 24, 2014

What Do You Mean I Don't Have a Blog??

Egad, I haven't been here in forever! Blogger looks different and I actually had to struggle to find myself.

Lots to share and I'm gonna get to it. Just as soon as I figure out what the heck is going on....

June 18, 2013

What My Cats Teach Me - Lesson #2 Hope

In the Spring of 2002, one of my colleagues sent out a company-wide email about a family of cats that had taken up residence underneath her front porch. There was a momma and a few kittens but she was worried about one of the babies because momma used to carry her around everywhere and she looked very small.

I had a conversation with this girl and for various reasons - none of which I can actually remember now - I decided I needed to get this kitten to my vet where she probably would be put down (humanely versus starving or being attacked). I picked her up one night after work and, oh my, she was the tiniest little thing I'd ever seen. When I got her home I put her in a roomy crate with food, water and a little litter box. Two days later we went to the vet where it was discovered she had suffered a crushing injury to her lower spine. Both my vet and I fell in love with her and he convinced me to bring her home with me and try to rehab her.

Right.

I didn't take long to name her. "Hope", as in "I Hope she learns to use the litter box". 'Twas not to be.

Over the next five years, I replaced my wall to wall carpet with Pergo and spent my time at home washing waterproof pads which were on every piece of furniture I owned; laundered her soiled bedding; and learned to express her bladder and wash her bum multiple times a day. Interestingly though, I loved every minute of it.

She was the most loving cat you can imagine. You know how cats can be demanding or aloof (or both)? Never my Hope. So, okay, what did she teach me? To acknowledge and appreciate when someone is kind to me. To show my appreciation effusively (don't worry, I won't lick your face unless you are Bruce Springsteen or a cast member of True Blood). To recognize how good it feels to improve the quality of another life, be it person or animal. To greet each person I meet with kindness.

The fact that she survived for five years is pretty incredible according to my vet. And she died just as he said she would from a urinary tract infection that just couldn't be controlled. I still miss that little girl and am crying as I write this.