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.

I So Would....

...If only I could pull this off....

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!

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?"

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.

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*

TGI to the F

“Life offers you a thousand chances... all you have to do is take one.”

-Frances Mayes
Happy Friday

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.