Some little things that deserve to be mentioned:
June 19th of this year marked the 12th anniversary of my MS diagnosis. According to some 'standards' I should be using a cane by now. HA! Not this chicky! Yet another example of my non-conformity, of which I am proud.
June 26th was my six-month wedding anniversary.
Remember Agnes, the rescue kitty? Well, she has adopted us as her own, which is good for her because nobody else wants a 15 year old cat. She's very affectionate without being obnoxious about it. Around the new year Bo (the husband not the dog) decided that she was cool and did not have to stay caged up all the time. Nowadays Agnes has free run of the house until bed time when she has to go back into the condo overnight. With cats being the nocturnal beasts they are, letting her wander freely around the house all night means the other animals don't get any sleep. Which in turn means we humans don't either. And mama (me) needs her sleep!
OK well, it's July Fourth. Time to get ready for the Independence Day bacchanalia. Have fun and be safe!
P.S. Caught "Zack and Miri Make a Porno" on cable last night. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I knew it couldn't totally suck because it came from the mind of Kevin Smith (Dogma is one of my favorite movies of all time), but it was actually better than I'd hoped it would be. Terrific soundtrack, too! **Note to brother and SIL: You guys will not like it.
P.P.S. Also watched something called Choke. Offbeat for sure, but had quite a lot of humor in it. I thought, anyway. **Note to brother and SIL: quite sure you wouldn't like this one either.
July 04, 2010
June 30, 2010
Meltdown
OK, for years I've been buried in paper. Mail, HOA crap (because once you get on a Homeowner's Association board or committee you can never seem to get off), stock broker statements, magazines, catalogs, blah, blah. Stack upon stack of stuff that all needs to be either read or filed "one of these days". I go thru this box every 4-6 months or so and always manage to make a nice dent in it. Unfortunately, shit just keeps coming. I have not seen the bottom of the box in probably four years.
What's going on now is, as my life changes, the kind of stuff coming in also changes. Most of what I call "new" stuff has to be kept and filed. because it pertains to my new business. Well, with the volume of old stuff still waiting to be dealt with, and the new stuff arriving almost daily, now I'm losing the new stuff amongst the old stuff.
This evening, when (unsuccessfully) looking for something I swear I'd had in my hand an hour before, I reached my limit of stuff. Simply. Could. Not. Deal.
I isolated June stuff and put it to the side. Then I took the box - one of those cardboard Banker's boxes one can buy in bulk at any office supply store - and dumped the whole bloody thing in the trash bin.** Then I emptied both litter boxes on top. Before the next trash pick-up day (Tuesday), I'll pour a liquid of some kind (about-to-be-spoiled-milk would be perfect) over everything. If anyone want to burrow through it, I wish 'em the best.
I have a big bottle of Clorox Cleaner with Bleach and a hose for after the trash truck leaves. So, cleaning up after my meltdown will be easy. And, neither of those will ever need to be filed!
I can see the bottom of the box now! Shortly I'm going to break it down flat and put it in the recycle bin and send it to cardboard heaven. Man, am I gonna sleep good tonight!
**If you're concerned about what I did, rest assured there are no uncashed or blank checks, credit cards, prescription drugs, needles, weapons or statements with personal info on them.
What's going on now is, as my life changes, the kind of stuff coming in also changes. Most of what I call "new" stuff has to be kept and filed. because it pertains to my new business. Well, with the volume of old stuff still waiting to be dealt with, and the new stuff arriving almost daily, now I'm losing the new stuff amongst the old stuff.
This evening, when (unsuccessfully) looking for something I swear I'd had in my hand an hour before, I reached my limit of stuff. Simply. Could. Not. Deal.
I isolated June stuff and put it to the side. Then I took the box - one of those cardboard Banker's boxes one can buy in bulk at any office supply store - and dumped the whole bloody thing in the trash bin.** Then I emptied both litter boxes on top. Before the next trash pick-up day (Tuesday), I'll pour a liquid of some kind (about-to-be-spoiled-milk would be perfect) over everything. If anyone want to burrow through it, I wish 'em the best.
I have a big bottle of Clorox Cleaner with Bleach and a hose for after the trash truck leaves. So, cleaning up after my meltdown will be easy. And, neither of those will ever need to be filed!
I can see the bottom of the box now! Shortly I'm going to break it down flat and put it in the recycle bin and send it to cardboard heaven. Man, am I gonna sleep good tonight!
**If you're concerned about what I did, rest assured there are no uncashed or blank checks, credit cards, prescription drugs, needles, weapons or statements with personal info on them.
June 28, 2010
June 10, 2010
One year ago tomorrow, we lost our beloved Wags. I can't believe how much I still miss that dog.
http://estreetanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wags.html
http://estreetanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wags.html
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