I've had a rough couple of days. Not so rough in unbiased views, but my hormones are magnifying every (normally) slight annoyance and worry. I hate this.
On top of that, I've felt basically sick all day, and run down from the medicine I've been taking to feel better. Just from last night. From the allergies. :( If I had any damn paid time off, I'd be in bed right now, reading National Geographic and re-watching Jackie Brown for the 945th time.
And I'm worried. Worried about all these kittens. Worried about money. Worried about my future. Wishing I could transplant a $600/month house-with-a-yard from Wisconsin to Fort Lauderdale.
(Yes, I know, would I like some cheese with this whine?)
Time to get on outta here to try to knock down my to-do list, so I can put all this stuff out of my head and hopefully have a nice weekend. I can't wait to be my normal self again.
I’ve been eating salad all week for lunch, you know. Today someone got pizza delivered. Famished from my cup-of-yogurt breakfast, I ate three slices. One more than I really needed to.
Then I looked up the nutritional info on Papa John’s. Yeeeeeeeah, baby, 840-calorie lunch.
This picture doesn't really have anything to do with pizza, but it came up in the keyword search results.
I had to go to the other office before coming here today, and by the time I got here, after 45 minutes of running around and sitting at stoplights in my no-A/C car, I was hot, sweaty, and grumpy.
I really gotta get the A/C fixed before next summer. It's just that $400 that scares me away from doing so. Then again, I realized that I plunked down $100 to Animal Aid last night without hesitation for them taking the grey kitten. So I guess I make my choices every day, and they just haven't worked out to me affording this car fix yet. So I guess I really shouldn't complain. But sometimes it's hard not to. :)
Maybe I should pull a Dawny and go to the casino with $40... :)
it's almost october already!
i could not be any more excited about halloween coming, now that i have access to DOGS!
i saw a ROOSTER costume at target the other day that one of the puppers will look just adorable in.
today turned out to be a good day.
i spent most of it quite worried for the grey kitten. buggin' people at work to take a cat. "c'moooon, everyone's doing it." by the end of the day, no one had responded positively to my email. a call to the humane society sent me into tears. blargh.
but then! i called animal aid. http://members.petfinder.org/~FL179/ the lady there, tamera, actually talked to me and didn't brush me off with a "look, we all have cats in our bathroom" like the other rescue lady. she said, well, hopefully it's not a tabby or black cat as they are impossible to adopt out and she hates to sign up a cat for life in a cage. i said, no, it's grey. she said to try to find somewhere else for the cat but that she would take it if she had to. all she requested was that i donate enough for its medicals, $75.
i came home and sat with the cat in my lap as it purred and thought how much i didn't want it to spend another night and day in my warm bathroom. i called the lady. she said she'd wait for me at the office.
so now the kitten has been vaccinated and will be taking it easy for the next 10 days at tamera's house while the vaccinations kick in. then off to the petsmart adoption center!
i offered some assistance if she needed it (and it did seem that she needed it; that place was crawling with animals!). she said that if i could go to the petsmart store for a half hour or so every thursday night, i would be a lifesaver. and she'd make sure my kitten went to that location so i could keep an eye on him. :)
so today worked out pretty well. i came home feelng as if a weight had been lifted..
i have a definite feeling of responsibility for sad little animals when i encounter them. i couldn't just pass him onto the humane society and say, hey, good luck on the euthanasia thing. could not.
sometimes, this whole physical-impossibility-to-walk-away-even-when-it's-midnight-and-you're-tired-and-the-cat-ain't-goin'-in-the-trap thing is a pain in the ass. like today, soaked in dread all day long. but then it works out in the end. like today. :)
Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2006 22:59:53 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: I found a kitten tonight while jogging...
Who else does this happen to? WHO?!
Anyway, he's a real cute little thing. I'm pretty sure it's a he but can't be sure because he is a scared little guy that keeps his tail between his legs.
I can't keep him past tonight; I'm already hosting a stray cat and her three babies at my house, on top of my two regular cats (who have been making themselves scarce lately, surprise, surprise). I don't think the roommate will be too happy to find out that my bathroom has been converted this evening into a cat den.
So anyway, there were some interested parties in my kittens when they're ready.. How about in a kitten who is already ready? He's grey, very small, very scared, but VERY SWEET. The second you pick him up, he purrs louder than any cat I have ever heard. Honestly. And that's a good cat. :) I guarantee he'd be sleeping soundly beside me right now if I could let him in my room (but this is where the kittens sleep!).
Please pass this on to anyone you know who may want a kitty. I really have to find him somewhere to go or take him to the Humane Society, and I think I'll have a meltdown if I have to do that.. He was doing the paw thing in his little cat carrier tonight and, ahh.. Well, this sweet little guy deserves better than what he's had so far in his short little life.
Please get in touch with me ASAP - via email or phone at 954-***-****.
so i've been worrying and worrying about the kittens that live under the shed, right? since mama is scared of people, the babies would be scared of people... so how am i supposed to intervene there?
well, stray mamacat has been especially.. well, happy to see me arrive because she knows it's food time. the night before last, for the first time, she actually started coming over to my car, like "hurry the hell up, lady." i really get the impression that, after months and months of feeding her, she's finally caught on to my purpose in her life: i dispense food. i will not eat her babies.
well, tonight i reached under to put her food under the shed, i realized the babies were RIGHT THERE. i picked one up. she was in swat range, but she didn't do anything.
she sat and ate her food two feet from where i was taking her babies out, one by one, and scratching their chins and kissing their little heads.
they seem surprisingly healthy. they all have big bellies, unlike the wiry little kittens i have at home.
they are pretty unsure of me, but they don't seem to mind me too much. they eventually were playing out of my reach, but if i left my hand under the shed, sure enough someone would come investigate and get within grabbing distance.
mamacat, this whole time, just sat quietly and let me. :) when i put her water next to her food dish, she started making the unhappy-devil-cat noise, so she certainly don't want me touching HER, but what a relief that she'll let me touch those babies!
a couple of more weeks and they'll be ready to leave her. two months with the mama is ideal, but i'm worried about how much time they spend next to busy 441. we'll see.
anyway, i feel SO relieved now. :) i'm really proud, too; the mamacat trusts me!
Is there any way to get a list of the files in my My Music folder? I even tried to make a playlist with all the files, then opening that with a text editor, but it doesn’t work.
I get a newsletter every afternoon. The stories are always interesting and they’re so clever. Love ‘em.
Today’s Ask Umbra:
Let's just hope they have some classes I need at the Davie campus... Driving to Boca would be a drag.
he whips out his guitar.
it's really a pretty awesome thing to watch. surprising, you know? that he can just pick up a guitar and play "wish you were here" or, my request, ac/dc's "you shook me (all night long)". really, really awesome.
i would've gotten more pictures, but i'm trying to be respectful of his amish-like hatred of photographs. at least, i'm trying to break him in slowly... :D
i wanted to take guitar lessons years ago. i've got lots of things i would like to do but say, "oh, but i'm so old now." learning guitar, learning to ride horses, getting a fucking degree. and, actually, i may be too old on that first one - i think music is like learning a second language; you may reach an age where some of the required synapses just can't fire... but hey, i guess i could try.
and it's definitely on the "if i ever have a kid" list. it'll get baby sign language, spanish from birth, swimming from toddlerhood, and music lessons as soon as it can sit still.
also, may i say that i love a laptop and a stolen wireless internet connection like nobody's business? i'm sitting on my front steps, drinking a sol mate, enjoying the fresh air and the setting sun while mamacat 2 hunts lizards in the bushes. it's really nice. :)
“As an adopted child, Sarah Culberson dreamed about what her birth parents looked like and where they came from. But it wasn't until she turned 28 that she finally learned what she'd inherited from her biological father: deep-set brown eyes, a wide smile and reign over a chiefdom in
“She was a princess.”
And she’s doing something good with this discovery!!
this dude on flickr, with the pretty wife?
the latest set of pics from big sur is gorgeous. i looked up the place they stayed, the post ranch inn. you know, maybe i could visit someday. $1,000/night. um, maybe not.
pics are still pretty!
don't see these too much, do you?
it's 4:59. i have roughly one minute to decide if i'm going home tonight or going diving first.
if i go home, i get a visit from chris.
if i go diving, i get to, well, you know, go diving.
the weather being iffy is a monkey wrench thrown into the whole thing. also, i'd have to rent a light. and tanks, obviously.
i just re-discovered the music that yo yo ma and bobby mcferrin did together. highly recommended; i just re-bought the album on amazon, as well as one bobby did with another strings dude. beautiful stuff.
okay, off to think for -2 minutes about what to do!
Balu took this.
They make it hard to navigate my room, but they're unbearably cute, so I let it slide. :)
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Ed may have found my Turty. He posed him for this picture and then brought him back to the pond where I released him a while back.
Not sure if it's him, but it's possible! :)
But she left this task up to her deadbeat hubby Luis (that's what she calls him) who:
1) Thought there was a Baskin Robbins in South Beach
2) Thought that they would have pre-made turkey-shaped ice cream cakes in mid-September.
He was wrong on both counts; custom ice cream cakes take two days to make. And there is no Baskin Robbins in South Beach.
On top of that, Luis had to work and hadn't bought the cake yet, so asked me to take care of it. I'm up in Broward. I got two ice cream cakes from Publix. I picked the football cakes. Luis disapproved of this choice (ha!). Anyway, they melted in the cooler on the way to Miami. Obviously.
So she wanted a turkey. Instead, she got two very ill-looking cow-pie type postres. Hey, I tried.
Alli's birthday was Saturday.
We all met up at this Peruvian place in Miami that Luis & Alli like. Alli has a million places to eat within walking distance of her apartment, so I was confused as to why she picked this out-of-the-way place with crumbs in the menu, but it turned out to be really good.
Chris was a dear and, although he had been up on and off since 5 a.m., came too. He ended up falling asleep at the table in the restaurant, and since I was tired too, we called it an early night (by early I mean midnight). It turned out everyone else was pretty tired, too, so I guess I didn't miss too much of a benda as the Massholes like to say.
I got to give Alli her waterproof MP3 player and see the Hoes & everyone else, so it was a great night. :)
Anyway, here's a pic of these sweet folks in the bed of Chris's pickup. We gave them a ride to Manny's car. Yes, Manny did not Manny out, for a change!!! Alli said she felt honored he showed up, as well she should!
Time to get home to the kitties!
i came across a pic on flickr of some chick with the wild hog she had shot. a moral debate about hunting & meat ensued after she posted the picture.. the last comment was from this fella who said that he is a christian and he also believes that animals were put on the earth for us to enjoy as food.
that seems like such an ignorant argument, that god put the animals here for us to eat. out of curiosity about what kind of person would say such a thing, i clicked his picture.
and here he is. a guy who wore a shirt that says "you have permission to fantasize me" to the hospital for the birth of his son. thank you for not failing to disappoint, mathies!
look at this! taken at bethy's wedding, years and years ago.. wow. such young things! so cute! :D
bethy may come to florida soon. i hope it works out! i miss the girl. and i've only seen her ONCE since the day of this picture. what the heck was she thinkin', moving off to europe on us...? ;)
it turns out that they're having two babies.
fraternal twin boys.
Here is the customary weekend recap.
Hmm.. Saturday was waking up early for a jog. An EIGHT-MILE JOG! I didn't intend for it to be an eight-mile jog, but it was around the time that I could've caught the Beach Boot Campers at St. Bart's Cafe, and that was four miles away.. Chris said he'd just come pick me up in the car so I wouldn't have to jog back. Once we got there, St. Bart's was closed (??) and I felt fine to keep on going (after catching my breath in the shade).
On the way back, we had to stop at about every other beach shower so I could soak my head with cool water; it was HOT. And I was pretty over the whole thing during the last mile, but until then I was fine. Next time I figure I'll turn around at the 3-mile mark so I do 6 miles instead.
I'm impressed with Chris for letting me set the pace, probably doubling the amount of time he takes to do his 8-mile run. In the words of Destiny's Child: what a mighty, mighty good man.
The rest of Saturday was, hmm.. a blur? Playing with the dogs, taking gear in to get serviced, coming home to play with the cats and do an hour-long headache-ridding routine. This involves 2 Excedrin, 1 Aleve, 1 cooling patch for my forehead, 1 ice pack, 1 bottle water, 1 US Weekly, and 1 couch. I highly recommend those cooling patches, by the way. (And the routine was a success!) Then out for Mexican at Cielito Lindo (ay, ay, ay, ay) with Chris & his sister.
Chris enjoyed the meal immensely.
Sunday morning was a dive! It was supposed to be the whole gang, but the Hoes went and got pregnant on us (seriously, the nerve) and everyone else was confused about the meeting spot, so it was just me, Chris, & his sister behind Chris's parents' condo. The rest of the folks were a half-mile north. The viz wasn't so great, which only bothered me because I wanted Patty to have a good dive. It was a gorgeous day, though. :) And it's always nice to get in the water.. Those dives are so.. they're just so relaxing now. Like a walk in butta, I'm tellin' ya! A walk where you get to see cute crabs and cool fish and a nurse shark every now and then. :)
Not much else was noteworthy. Lots of being lazy yesterday afternoon, feeling like I needed a nap most of the day. Playing with the dogs. Suffering through football. (Seriously, did you ever see that coming? Yeah, neither did I. And I still don't get it.)
Saturday is Alli's birthday, so we're going out in her 'hood to some Peruvian place and then off for an old-fashioned "benda" as she likes to call them. That should be fun!
Stray Mamacat moved her kittens to...??? Mamacat moved her kittens to under the bed. So no pictures for a while. Dammit. I figure if I'm providing the food and the water and all the worrying, I should at least get pictures out of the whole deal. Apparently my opinion is in the minority, however. And we all know that the cats are always right. Hmpf.
That's it for today's update!
Such great news, for such great people! Ahh! Can't wait to meet that Baby Hoelscher in February. :) :) :)
I spent much of the weekend snuggling on these dogs. Covered in dog hair(!!!) and rubbing bellies, letting them sit in my lap, letting them lick me ("Not the face!")... Then I got home last night and snuggled my cats, popped a Claritin, held Mamacat, kissed the kittens' bellies... It's taken a long time to get comfortable doing it, because any of those things would've made me feel awful before. Dog hair on other people's clothes would make me feel awful.
But when I stop to think about it, it always amazes me what I'm able to do these days. Three years ago, I'd be red-eyed, blowing my nose every 30 seconds, and constantly tired from the ever-pleasant wheezing.. I have to sleep sitting up sometimes in Wisconsin because of the animals! These days, it's just a lot of hand washing and sneeze here and there.
That makes me so happy! :)
After I went to Divers Direct, I drove by Tigertail Lake, then did a U-turn to go back. It was just too pretty.
Lucky for me, I found a section of fence that was knocked over, so crawled over it and spent an hour walking around and taking pictures.
The rest are at Flickr.
i'd be all over getting a bengal cat. they're gorgeous, eh?
i guess i can find one on petfinder someday, when i've fully accepted my cat lady status and can acquire more animals on PURPOSE, rather than just reluctantly letting them set up house in my bedroom. :)
It's been raining here nearly non-stop since the weekend. Yesterday, briefly, it cleared up. I did my little bookstore-grocery store routine and snapped a picture walking from one to the other. Of course I didn't have my camera out in time to get the flock of pelicans flying across the sky, but I did get some, um, starlings or something. :)
So tonight I was winding down. Had a bowl of Kashi and raisins and a stack of catalogs to flip through. Ellie was lurking around, being obvious about being attention starved, so I grabbed him and walked back to the bedroom.
I set my bowl of cereal on the bed with the catalogs and stood there with Elliot to make sure Mama was accepting him. She walked by him earlier in the living room twice without so much as looking at him, so I figured it was okay.
Then I set Elliot down. Then Mamacat tore out of her little nest after Elliot. Up on the bed, where she knocked the cereal over, then onto the filing cabinet, where she knocked the Fresh Step over. She made a few more stops, I'm sure, but it all happened so quickly...
Ellie made an escape. I was left with a spilled bowl of cereal, a wet bed, wet (just clean) sheets, a wet blanket...
I'm very tired. And my room smels like a mixture of cat litter and Fresh Step. I'm a little frustrated with this room tonight. It's tiny and I feel like I'm always stepping around things, knocking things over.. It's annoying. And Mamacat acting a tornado like tonight is not helping. But, eh, I'll figure something out. Organize things better. Or throw it them away. Maybe glue hooks onto everything, including the cats. Heh.
Mamacat must've sensed my frustration as she is now sleeping soundly beside me in bed, where I am laying on a towel and mismatched sheets. She's a suck-up. But a cute suck-up. :)
I knew I had a cute Steve Irwin something in my The Onion Desk Calendar.. I flipped through the calendar today, and there he was. On September 1, on the date just a few days before he died. :(
Very sad. I really liked him, although, without cable for a while, it's been a while since I've seen his show.
Poor Terri and Bob and Bindi Sue. And poor Steve. :(
This picture is of Chris’s pool. He had $150 worth of gift certificates to Outdoor World from last Christmas to use and all he’s managed to buy is pool floaties. He’s asked for my help, but the only thing that really catches my eye there is the camouflage jacket with fake leaves hanging off it. We are both incredibly mature individuals. The pool floats are pretty aesthetically pleasing, however, so I’m sharing.
So I’m at work today, at the office near my home. Thank gosh I don’t work here every day; I’ve run over to the adjoining store three times so far. First for breakfast (bagel & fruit), then lunch (salad bar mixture of Greek salad, pesto pasta, and some Japanese-style tofu), and then a glass of pomegranate tea that cost $2.50, which I promptly spilled all over my desk (but thankfully not on the computer). If I worked here, I’d probably put myself in debt just buying my daytime meals. Plus, I’m sitting right next to the coffee maker, which is not helping my little sugary coffee addiction whatsoever.
Oh, did I mention that Chris lives directly across the street from a Dunkin Donuts. Literally, a one-minute walk. I don’t quite know how to feel about that.
Mamacat seems to have it out for Kitten, who has made herself very scarce lately. If it’s raining, you can find her huddled up outside under a car. It really breaks my heart. I’ve tried locking Mamacat in my room, but Kitten doesn’t understand that she won’t come barreling out at any minute and attack her. Today Kitten was inside when I left for work, so I closed the door to my bedroom and am hoping a day of feeling secure inside the house will help her out.
As for Elliot, he’s managed to become even MORE skittish, although I didn’t realize that was entirely possible.
I hope everyone ELSE is enjoying their day off. :) Back to work for me..
and because my job has weird rules, i will be AT WORK tomorrow. (i could've taken it off but didn't have much reason to. the default is to work; you have to take off for everything but, um, thanksgiving and christmas, i think.)
so this is quick. nice weekend.. um.. didn't do much? meant to go out on a boat with chris, but both afternoons were rainy so that didn't happen. it was nice anyway, though. duh. :)
buddy, the little dog, fell in the pool earlier today. luckily, chris saw the waves from inside and went out and rescued him. the fact that something really bad could've happened bothered me a lot, and chris too obviously. so we spent a while this evening trying to teach the dogs to be comfortable in the water and how to get over to the shallow end. toss the dog in the pool, clap a lot near the deep end, give him a treat when he makes it. gretchy is a superstar, buddy is getting better, and poor sebastian, the grown-up dog, is still terrified. at one point, he went behind some bushes and refused to come out. enough swimming for one day, i guess. but they're doing better!
mamacat & kittens are doing just fine. the kittens are a week or so old now, so eyes will be opening in a few days. that should be fun.
ok, time to sleep.
oh, this is funny, from themorningnews.org: how many cats is too many cats?