Howdy!
It's been a few weeks since my last blog post.
After almost a month of straight of blogging I needed a mini-blogging break to gather my thoughts, regroup, and allow my anger to evaporate.
I was a little (ok, a lot) shell shocked over the election.
Instead of jumping on here and ranting and raving about how Obama supporters are the worlds biggest morons, I figured I'd give myself some time to cool down and allow America's worst decision EVER to percolate and allow the urge to punch, any and all Democratic voters in the mouth, to subside.
I'm feeling much more grounded and at peace now.
But Obama supporters are still morons.
Anywho.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, blogging again. I'm very happy to be back in the blogosphere sharing my opinions and my point of view on everything from politics, to animals, to crazy women that take my spin class.
It's good to be back!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
In Conclusion
Blogging for a month straight (yes, I know I skipped two days....let's move on) has been quite the challenge.
There were some days where I had a ton to say and other days where I just wanted to go to bed.
I am glad I did this challenge. It forced me to use this outlet to express some feelings that I wouldn't have otherwise expressed. This challenge gave me the opportunity to insert creativity into my day which has been great since my job doesn't really call for creativity. This challenge helped me prove that I can do anything on a daily basis as long as I prioritize and make the time.
This challenge also taught me that I don't want to be a blogger that blogs everyday - sorry - but I'm more of a three times a week kind of gal. So what I've decided to do is to make a commitment to blog 3 times per week. I don't know if I'm going to do a Monday, Wednesday, Friday sort of schedule or maybe a Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday. That's something I need to decide.
On that note, I'm signing off. It's late, I'm exhausted, and I need to recharge. Tomorrow is a new day and a new month with new possibilities.
Looking forward to it. See you later October.
There were some days where I had a ton to say and other days where I just wanted to go to bed.
I am glad I did this challenge. It forced me to use this outlet to express some feelings that I wouldn't have otherwise expressed. This challenge gave me the opportunity to insert creativity into my day which has been great since my job doesn't really call for creativity. This challenge helped me prove that I can do anything on a daily basis as long as I prioritize and make the time.
This challenge also taught me that I don't want to be a blogger that blogs everyday - sorry - but I'm more of a three times a week kind of gal. So what I've decided to do is to make a commitment to blog 3 times per week. I don't know if I'm going to do a Monday, Wednesday, Friday sort of schedule or maybe a Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday. That's something I need to decide.
On that note, I'm signing off. It's late, I'm exhausted, and I need to recharge. Tomorrow is a new day and a new month with new possibilities.
Looking forward to it. See you later October.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Oh Sandy Baby
Hurricane Sandy is hammering the East Coast. Massachusetts declared a state of emergency so I didn't have to go to work today. Yippee for me. Not so yippee for others. Luckily we didn't lose power today. I did laundry, I cleaned, I organized, I got a sh*t ton done around the house.
NJ & NY are getting absolutely slammed by this storm. I pray for those that have had to leave their homes. I pray for those that have lost their homes. I pray for those that ignored evacuation orders and are now stuck in their flooded homes. I am fortunate that I am blogging from the comfort of my bed with a kitty at my feet and the power working.
I send prayers to those that aren't as fortunate.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Oops...
.....I did it again.
I forgot to blog yesterday.....
In my defense, we have this big storm coming, and I spent yesterday getting prepped for all of the "just in case" issues that could arise. In the midst of the prepping I forgot to blog.
So sorry.
Anywho.
I received an unexpected phone call tonight from Bandit's former mom. We keep in touch every so often via email - she sends me cute little kitty trinkets and cat books she finds at yard sales. I send her photos, and videos and updates of how Bandit is doing.
A few weeks back I sent her a video of Ebenezer and Bandit having a bromance session in the living room. I knew that Bandit and Ebenezer were getting along and I had a feeling that they were more in love with each other than I was able to witness. One night after dinner, I stumbled upon Ebenezer bathing Bandit, and I was able to get the whole thing on video.
Crazy Cat Lady, table for one.
I emailed the video to Bandit's former mom. Normally, when I send a Bandit message, she will write me back to thank me and to let me know how much I brightened her day. Tonight she called me instead. We chatted for awhile about our animals and her family and about the rescue work that she does.
And then she paid me one of the best compliments I've received in a long time.
"You're an angel," she said. I thanked her for the compliment and told her how much we love Bandit and how he has become part of our family (zoo).
"You are," she said, "you're an angel for what you've done for us, and for Bandit."
I thought it was so interesting that just a few days ago, I posted about Bandit, and I appropriately titled that post, "Angel."
There are days when I wonder if I've made the right decision taking him in. I wonder if I did the right thing in making my life more complicated and in making my husband's life more complicated.
After speaking to Bandit's former mom tonight, what I already knew deep down has been reinforced. I did do the right thing. I'm not sure why he came to us, or why I'm supposed to be the one to care for him, all I know is that this is the way it's supposed to be.
He is my little angel, and I am his. The rest is irrelevant.
I forgot to blog yesterday.....
In my defense, we have this big storm coming, and I spent yesterday getting prepped for all of the "just in case" issues that could arise. In the midst of the prepping I forgot to blog.
So sorry.
Anywho.
I received an unexpected phone call tonight from Bandit's former mom. We keep in touch every so often via email - she sends me cute little kitty trinkets and cat books she finds at yard sales. I send her photos, and videos and updates of how Bandit is doing.
A few weeks back I sent her a video of Ebenezer and Bandit having a bromance session in the living room. I knew that Bandit and Ebenezer were getting along and I had a feeling that they were more in love with each other than I was able to witness. One night after dinner, I stumbled upon Ebenezer bathing Bandit, and I was able to get the whole thing on video.
Crazy Cat Lady, table for one.
I emailed the video to Bandit's former mom. Normally, when I send a Bandit message, she will write me back to thank me and to let me know how much I brightened her day. Tonight she called me instead. We chatted for awhile about our animals and her family and about the rescue work that she does.
And then she paid me one of the best compliments I've received in a long time.
"You're an angel," she said. I thanked her for the compliment and told her how much we love Bandit and how he has become part of our family (zoo).
"You are," she said, "you're an angel for what you've done for us, and for Bandit."
I thought it was so interesting that just a few days ago, I posted about Bandit, and I appropriately titled that post, "Angel."
There are days when I wonder if I've made the right decision taking him in. I wonder if I did the right thing in making my life more complicated and in making my husband's life more complicated.
After speaking to Bandit's former mom tonight, what I already knew deep down has been reinforced. I did do the right thing. I'm not sure why he came to us, or why I'm supposed to be the one to care for him, all I know is that this is the way it's supposed to be.
He is my little angel, and I am his. The rest is irrelevant.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Stretch
Have you ever noticed how much people just don't stretch?
Thursday nights I attempt to make it to a yoga class at a local yoga studio. I tend to start the class tense and stiff, but as class progresses, I begin to loosen up and feel really good. So good I often wonder, why don't I stretch more on my own.
Why don't we stretch more on our own?
Stretching feels good - really, really, really good, but I seldom do it except right after working out. Even as I stretch after a workout, I normally rush through it because it's stretching. And I want to get it over with.
But why do we feel the need to hurry through the stretching when it feels sooooooooo good?
Ideally, I would love to get up in the morning, and dedicate 10-15 minutes of stretching but as much as stretching feels good, sleeping an additional 10-15 minutes is so much better.
Maybe I should try to stretch more.
However, as I'm typing, my eyelids are slowly closing so maybe I should hold on to that extra 10-15 minutes of sleep instead....
Thursday nights I attempt to make it to a yoga class at a local yoga studio. I tend to start the class tense and stiff, but as class progresses, I begin to loosen up and feel really good. So good I often wonder, why don't I stretch more on my own.
Why don't we stretch more on our own?
Stretching feels good - really, really, really good, but I seldom do it except right after working out. Even as I stretch after a workout, I normally rush through it because it's stretching. And I want to get it over with.
But why do we feel the need to hurry through the stretching when it feels sooooooooo good?
Ideally, I would love to get up in the morning, and dedicate 10-15 minutes of stretching but as much as stretching feels good, sleeping an additional 10-15 minutes is so much better.
Maybe I should try to stretch more.
However, as I'm typing, my eyelids are slowly closing so maybe I should hold on to that extra 10-15 minutes of sleep instead....
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Angel
It's been six months since Bandit was scheduled to be put down.
It hasn't been an easy transition.
Taking in a chronically ill animal is never something I sought out to do, but the situation fell into my hands. Caring for him has been quite the challenge. I have had to learn the ins and outs of feline diabetes in a rather short amount of time. I've read, and researched, and asked questions. I've joined forums and made friends with other crazy cat ladies across the country that have taken me under their wing. They give advice, and pointers and best practices when it comes to caring for my Sugar Baby (that's the term of endearment for diabetic kitties). It's been a long, bumpy, stressful road and Bandit is finally feeling better.
It's taken quite a toll on my sanity.
It's hard to tell people that I have a diabetic kitty at home that requires two shots of insulin a day. They usually give me some sort of "b*tch, you must be crazy" look accompanied by one of the following phrases:
"Are you serious?"
"It's a cat? With diabetes?"
"You're crazy!"
Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I'm wasting my time and energy.
But then I realize - I'm not crazy. I'm not wasting my time or energy. This is me. This is what I love to do. Would life be easier if Bandit wasn't in our lives? Of course, but it's also so awesome that he is here. Brian and I absolutely love this little freak of nature - pain in the arse kitty. Now that his diabetes is more or less under control, we are actually enjoying our third kitty. He sleeps between us every night, and I wake up every morning with a purring fur ball snuggled into my belly.
He's only been in our household for six months but I can't remember what it was like before he was here.
I love the little furball.
Brian predicted early on that "fostering" Bandit meant that Bandit would never be leaving.
I believe his words were, "You know that no one will care for him like you care for him. He is here to stay."
Boy, I hate to admit it when my husband is right.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Monday
The highlight of any Monday is catching an all new episode of Hoarders.
I have a pile of laundry that needs to be put away and some other cleaning that should be done....
But after watching these train wrecks I feel like Martha friggin Stewart.
Next up is Intervention....
Nothing like spending an evening with the decay of Western Society so that I can feel better about myself.
Yippee!
I have a pile of laundry that needs to be put away and some other cleaning that should be done....
But after watching these train wrecks I feel like Martha friggin Stewart.
Next up is Intervention....
Nothing like spending an evening with the decay of Western Society so that I can feel better about myself.
Yippee!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Denial
While folding laundry this afternoon, I came across a new VH1 show called, "I Married A...."
A show that chronicles the lives of individuals that are in very unconventional relationships.
I'm a type A, anal retentive, OCD, cleaning obsessed control freak, and Brian's idea of being prepared is having clean underwear - that's about as unconventional as I get....
So back to the show.....
As I folded my husband's clean underwear and t-shirts, I watched the following couple with my mouth agape and one thought running over and over in my mind:
"What the F*CK?"
Apparently this couple is married, are both considered heterosexual, yet he is a gay porn star. A straight gay porn star. And she is ok with it.
This prompted me to run downstairs to use my husband as a little research project.
"Honey, can a man have sex with another man if he isn't gay? Can a guy take it up the a*s and still be straight?"
Again, I get shot the look of criminal insanity. That's happening a lot around here lately.
After the look of criminal insanity, he replies: "I don't know what the hell you're watching up there, but the answer is no."
I wanted throw this question out to you - is it possible to be "Gay for Pay?" Can a straight man get and maintain an erection, engage in sex with another man, and still be a straight man?
Ladies, quick, go ask your husband. I'm guessing you'll get the criminally insane look as well.
My take - I say both hubby and wife are in denial. If a man can engage in consensual sexual activity with another man, my opinion is that he is not straight. As Phoebe from Friends once sang:
"Sometimes men love women, and sometimes men love men. And then there are bi-sexuals but some just say they're kidding themselves......"
There are some that believe that sexual preference is complex - that preference is not a black and white issue. Some believe that sexual preference is a sliding scale with straight at one end and gay at the other with a whole bunch of other stuff to fill the middle. Sort of gay, sort of straight, gay with straight tendencies and vice versa. Again, I disagree. You either prefer men or you prefer women. Bi-sexuality is just a bridge that leads to one or the other.
A show that chronicles the lives of individuals that are in very unconventional relationships.
I'm a type A, anal retentive, OCD, cleaning obsessed control freak, and Brian's idea of being prepared is having clean underwear - that's about as unconventional as I get....
So back to the show.....
As I folded my husband's clean underwear and t-shirts, I watched the following couple with my mouth agape and one thought running over and over in my mind:
"What the F*CK?"
Get More: I'm Married To A..., I'm Married To A...
Apparently this couple is married, are both considered heterosexual, yet he is a gay porn star. A straight gay porn star. And she is ok with it.
This prompted me to run downstairs to use my husband as a little research project.
"Honey, can a man have sex with another man if he isn't gay? Can a guy take it up the a*s and still be straight?"
Again, I get shot the look of criminal insanity. That's happening a lot around here lately.
After the look of criminal insanity, he replies: "I don't know what the hell you're watching up there, but the answer is no."
I wanted throw this question out to you - is it possible to be "Gay for Pay?" Can a straight man get and maintain an erection, engage in sex with another man, and still be a straight man?
Ladies, quick, go ask your husband. I'm guessing you'll get the criminally insane look as well.
My take - I say both hubby and wife are in denial. If a man can engage in consensual sexual activity with another man, my opinion is that he is not straight. As Phoebe from Friends once sang:
"Sometimes men love women, and sometimes men love men. And then there are bi-sexuals but some just say they're kidding themselves......"
There are some that believe that sexual preference is complex - that preference is not a black and white issue. Some believe that sexual preference is a sliding scale with straight at one end and gay at the other with a whole bunch of other stuff to fill the middle. Sort of gay, sort of straight, gay with straight tendencies and vice versa. Again, I disagree. You either prefer men or you prefer women. Bi-sexuality is just a bridge that leads to one or the other.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Dazed and Confused
Have you ever NOT seen a movie that everyone has seen? A movie that people quote at parties, while you're thinking to yourself, "I have ZERO idea what these people are talking about but I'm going to smile and laugh and pretend like I do."
I smile and laugh and pretend I do a lot. About everything.
So chances are if you're engaged in a conversation with me, I'm probably only understanding about 50-75% of what your talking about, but I nod and act interested just so I don't make a f*cking a*shole out of myself.
I thought you should know.
So back to my original point - My husband has roped me into watching Dazed and Confused tonight. I was really hoping to watch Eat Pray Love, but sadly, I lost the tv watching battle. Brian can't believe I've never seen this movie, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure how I haven't seen it either.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love coming of age movies. I could quote Sixteen Candles from beginning to end, 365 days a year.
But this movie - I'm thinking I've never seen it, or been able to sit through the whole thing because it's totally told from a male point of view. My dear husband is dying laughing and I hate to admit it, but I'm contemplating putting myself out of my misery and heading to bed at 9 pm on a Saturday night.
Not to mention watching all of these 18 year olds having an awesome time while I sit on my couch in my bathrobe is rather depressing.
I even suggested to the hubs that we throw on some clothes and head out for a quick drink - maybe even engage in some role playing....pretend we just met at the bar, do a little flirting, let him take me home, and you know, have his way with me.
He looked at me like I was criminally insane.
Maybe if I wasn't wearing this ratty old bathrobe, I'd be more convincing....
*SIGH*
I smile and laugh and pretend I do a lot. About everything.
So chances are if you're engaged in a conversation with me, I'm probably only understanding about 50-75% of what your talking about, but I nod and act interested just so I don't make a f*cking a*shole out of myself.
I thought you should know.
So back to my original point - My husband has roped me into watching Dazed and Confused tonight. I was really hoping to watch Eat Pray Love, but sadly, I lost the tv watching battle. Brian can't believe I've never seen this movie, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure how I haven't seen it either.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love coming of age movies. I could quote Sixteen Candles from beginning to end, 365 days a year.
But this movie - I'm thinking I've never seen it, or been able to sit through the whole thing because it's totally told from a male point of view. My dear husband is dying laughing and I hate to admit it, but I'm contemplating putting myself out of my misery and heading to bed at 9 pm on a Saturday night.
Not to mention watching all of these 18 year olds having an awesome time while I sit on my couch in my bathrobe is rather depressing.
I even suggested to the hubs that we throw on some clothes and head out for a quick drink - maybe even engage in some role playing....pretend we just met at the bar, do a little flirting, let him take me home, and you know, have his way with me.
He looked at me like I was criminally insane.
Maybe if I wasn't wearing this ratty old bathrobe, I'd be more convincing....
*SIGH*
Friday, October 19, 2012
TGI to the F
“Life offers you a thousand chances... all you have to do is take one.”
-Frances Mayes
Happy Friday
-Frances Mayes
Happy Friday
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Awake?
It's been a long day.
Funeral services this morning - and golfing with work peeps this afternoon.
I popped my golfing cherry today.
That phrase is disgusting, but I'm so exhausted, I really can't think of any other way to phrase it.
Let's chat tomorrow.
Nighty.
Funeral services this morning - and golfing with work peeps this afternoon.
I popped my golfing cherry today.
That phrase is disgusting, but I'm so exhausted, I really can't think of any other way to phrase it.
Let's chat tomorrow.
Nighty.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Twisted
My television show preferences exist far from what most women my age consider normal.
I don't watch any of the shows most women my age watch - I don't watch any of the shows that women in general watch - and I never have.
Actually, that isn't entirely true - in the past, I have succumbed to social pressure so that I could interact with the other women at the proverbial water cooler.
"Did you catch Idol last night?"
"Omigod, Grey's was amazing!"
I will admit, I dabbled in Grey's Anatomy and American Idol back in the day, but it's been some time since I've watched the popular main stream shows.
No Idol, No Voice, No X-Factor, No Kardashians, No Modern Family, No Revenge.
No Survivor, No Amazing Race, No Bachelor and No Bachelorette.
Actually, since we're on the subject of the Bachelor and the Bachelorette - I feel that anyone that watches either of those two shows must be, on some level, mentally retarded.
Just my opinion.
"So watch do you watch?"
Great question.
One of my favorite shows is premiering it's second season tonight, and I'm one happy camper.
I'm allowed to call other girls mentally retarded because based on my tv watching preferences, they're calling me sick and twisted.
I'm totally ok with that.
I don't watch any of the shows most women my age watch - I don't watch any of the shows that women in general watch - and I never have.
Actually, that isn't entirely true - in the past, I have succumbed to social pressure so that I could interact with the other women at the proverbial water cooler.
"Did you catch Idol last night?"
"Omigod, Grey's was amazing!"
I will admit, I dabbled in Grey's Anatomy and American Idol back in the day, but it's been some time since I've watched the popular main stream shows.
No Idol, No Voice, No X-Factor, No Kardashians, No Modern Family, No Revenge.
No Survivor, No Amazing Race, No Bachelor and No Bachelorette.
Actually, since we're on the subject of the Bachelor and the Bachelorette - I feel that anyone that watches either of those two shows must be, on some level, mentally retarded.
Just my opinion.
"So watch do you watch?"
Great question.
One of my favorite shows is premiering it's second season tonight, and I'm one happy camper.
I'm allowed to call other girls mentally retarded because based on my tv watching preferences, they're calling me sick and twisted.
I'm totally ok with that.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Unsaid
I try really hard to be a good person.
I try really hard to be a good wife.
A good friend. A good sister.
A good daughter.
I just try to be really good overall. But sometimes it's hard to live up to such high expectations. Sometimes text messages go unanswered, phone calls unreturned, and time passes by and you forget to check in, to say hello, to ask, "how are you?"
I hate to use the cliche phrase, "that's life," but it's true. We get caught up in important things, and to be perfectly honest, not so important things. We sometimes lose sight of the right direction and waste so much time just wasting time.
Sometimes we leave a lot of things unsaid. Not on purpose, but it happens.
Sometimes we can make up for it. And sometimes, it's just simply too late.
It's too late for us Dear Cousin.
I can't remember when I last saw you last, and I can't remember why I waited so long to return your call. I failed to get in touch and ask, "how are you?"
And I'm sorry.
I hope you are at peace.
I try really hard to be a good wife.
A good friend. A good sister.
A good daughter.
I just try to be really good overall. But sometimes it's hard to live up to such high expectations. Sometimes text messages go unanswered, phone calls unreturned, and time passes by and you forget to check in, to say hello, to ask, "how are you?"
I hate to use the cliche phrase, "that's life," but it's true. We get caught up in important things, and to be perfectly honest, not so important things. We sometimes lose sight of the right direction and waste so much time just wasting time.
Sometimes we leave a lot of things unsaid. Not on purpose, but it happens.
Sometimes we can make up for it. And sometimes, it's just simply too late.
It's too late for us Dear Cousin.
I can't remember when I last saw you last, and I can't remember why I waited so long to return your call. I failed to get in touch and ask, "how are you?"
And I'm sorry.
I hope you are at peace.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Skipped
I've experienced a minor hiccup in my 31 days of blogging.
I skipped yesterday.
I know, I know, this is about blogging everyday for 31 days straight and if I skip a day then techinally I'm not blogging 31 days in a row and I've defeated the whole purpose of this little project.
But hear me out.
I didn't purposely not blog yesterday.
I simply forgot.
Although I'm committed to blogging everyday, I'm not USED to having to blog everyday.
I supposed I could blog twice in one day which will result in 31 posts over a period of 31 days so I guess that would count....
And I would be back on track.
Like I said, minor hiccup. I got it all figured out.
Relax. Geesh.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Saturdays
Are for eating pizza, and ice cream, and taking the dog on long walks, and snuggling with the kitties while watching horrible tv shows.....
What do you like to do on Saturdays?
Friday, October 12, 2012
Let's Do This
I watched this ten times today and cracked up each time
I hope I'm not this bad.....
Tough sh*t if I am.
Happy Friday!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Suh-LEEPY
I don't have much for you tonight.
I got home from work 2 hours ago and then attempted to watch the Vice-Presidential Debate.
My brain is so fried, all I understood from Senator Ryan and Vice President Biden was:
WAHH WUH BLAH BLAH BLIBBITY BOO.....I believe the word "Malarkey" was used in there somewhere....
I have zero capacity to even begin to understand concepts of foreign policy and tax cuts at the moment.
Ryan looked handsome though and Biden smiled and chuckled a ton.
Which was weird.
The smiling and chuckling. Not the handsome-ness.
But that's about all I got out of tonight.
Off to roll up with a kitty....conference call bright and early at 8 am.
What's my name again?
I got home from work 2 hours ago and then attempted to watch the Vice-Presidential Debate.
My brain is so fried, all I understood from Senator Ryan and Vice President Biden was:
WAHH WUH BLAH BLAH BLIBBITY BOO.....I believe the word "Malarkey" was used in there somewhere....
I have zero capacity to even begin to understand concepts of foreign policy and tax cuts at the moment.
Ryan looked handsome though and Biden smiled and chuckled a ton.
Which was weird.
The smiling and chuckling. Not the handsome-ness.
But that's about all I got out of tonight.
Off to roll up with a kitty....conference call bright and early at 8 am.
What's my name again?
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