Well folks, thanks to me taking a bunch of notes, we just MAY have a blog today! Let's not count on that though!
First of all, maybe someone can link to the online article off of the Wall Street Journal, but I saw something on the front page that got my attention, and not necessarily in a good way. I may not have the facts entirely straight, but I think I have them straight enough to get the gist of the story across. It takes place in India, one of the more liberal of the Middle Eastern nations, in a predominantly Hindu region. A politician, equivalent to a U.S. State governor, converted from his Hindu faith to Islam and married a second woman who was also a convert and worked in the government. Well, before too long they both lost their jobs and he also lost his security detail. His family disowned him but he stuck by his faith - until he disappeared and she filed a police report fearing his family had kidnapped him. After a while, he appears and then says he wants to reconcile with his first wife and his family. So his second wife sues claiming fraud amongst other things, and after he changes his story a time or two more, he vanishes again only to write saying he was in Britain seeking "medical treatment" - of what is not specified.
My thoughts first of all, who in their right mind in politics would dare try to juggle two women, whether or not he married both of them? The secret ALWAYS gets out! Secondly, see Americans, it just isn't American politicians that are slimy, trashy, lying scoundrels! And the Muslims try to make themselves to look better than us, yet they let this guy convert and then secretly marry, and they can't even agree if it was even religiously permitted! Ooookkkkaaaayyyy...
Now that I have ya'll scratching your heads...
One of my weird habits is collecting old and foreign coins that I come across (except Canadians, they're too easy to get LOL). Well, Mr. Cat got me to thinking about my collection of old American wheat pennies: there's a lot of history in those coins. The last ones were made in the 1950s. Who knows who spent them, where they've been... I've decided to keep a hold of all the ones I find now, at least for now.
We have a new manager starting at my store today. I got to meet him briefly and so far, I like what I see. But he was busy doing upkeep and cleaning tasks, so I didn't get the chance to work under him, and from what I understand, he won't be working my shift that often, if at all. Good thing for him too, he doesn't seem much for waking up and being at work before sunrise LOL.
On to the cats... As Jadzia holds my hand hehe!
Nimbus is doing quite well, though today he's a little high, but that's because of him getting a treat. He's not had a shot since Sunday night if I remember right. So he is doing well, much better than I had expected.
I went grocery shopping after work yesterday and that was a big mistake because I was starving, even though I ate lunch. I was so hungry I bought two pounds of catfish, yes TWO. Once I got home (the bus was running late), I started cooking my half. I wasn't waiting for anyone or anything. I got it cooked (I bake it like I bake chicken and turkey), I just put it all on my plate and dove in. Yes, I ate that much fish in one sitting. I said I was hungry! I was hungry again an hour later though, but I snacked that hunger away. By that time the three of us (roommate included) and our neighbor were all hanging out at the dining room table playing poker (I felt like it and everyone agreed). I think I managed to do alright, though when playing with nickels and dimes, it's not hard to come out alright! I enjoyed myself and for once, felt like socializing instead of being a hermit!
I've been doing a lot of thinking, and honestly I need help. I have GOT to get my bladder back into check! I've been drinking way too much tea lately, and normally that's a good thing. But when you're darting away every couple hours to the bathroom while you're working, people are probably wondering what's up with me. I'm trying to figure out what I can do other than not drinking my tea for while that'll help me out. Eating doesn't help, it just puts even more in the system. I'll figure something out.
Anyways, folks, since I finally got a decent blog out, I'm going to head off for a bit. If you're lucky I'll write more later. If not, I'll be entranced in another of my weird habits - sleeping ROFL!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Update
Hey guys I know I haven't been very talkative lately but there just hasn't been a lot to talk about. I slipped out of the political spin zone, as I think we all need to step back and give Obama a chance to deal with the mess he's in one step at a time. Everyone wants THEIR issue dealt with first and won't be happy when it's not. I'm just relaxing a little as I only have one day off this week. No overtime though... Just a whacky week. So I'll try to write more later.
Friday, February 20, 2009
A Quick Update
Hello my friends.
After a good two full days without a shot, Nimbus finally needed one this morning. He was finally high enough to get one, but not THAT high, thank goodness. I cut back how much I give him though, as it seems to be staying in his system a lot longer. He ended up needing another one this afternoon, but it's much easier to give more than to try to get him back up after getting too much.
Anyways, that's all I can pull out of my head right now. I'll try to write more later.
After a good two full days without a shot, Nimbus finally needed one this morning. He was finally high enough to get one, but not THAT high, thank goodness. I cut back how much I give him though, as it seems to be staying in his system a lot longer. He ended up needing another one this afternoon, but it's much easier to give more than to try to get him back up after getting too much.
Anyways, that's all I can pull out of my head right now. I'll try to write more later.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Update
So, quick news.
Nimbus is continuing to improve. The last shot he got was yesterday morning. He continues to make us all confused and adore him at the same time.
Work too is improving. It felt good to be back at my favorite place ALL DAY. There was no running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
Friggin weather. Walkin home in the snow with sleet, then snow and freezing rain then, straight snow, then back to snow and freezing rain.
Anyways, too cold to talk. Will post eventually.
Nimbus is continuing to improve. The last shot he got was yesterday morning. He continues to make us all confused and adore him at the same time.
Work too is improving. It felt good to be back at my favorite place ALL DAY. There was no running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
Friggin weather. Walkin home in the snow with sleet, then snow and freezing rain then, straight snow, then back to snow and freezing rain.
Anyways, too cold to talk. Will post eventually.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Oooohhh.... Dangit!
Hey folks! Guess what? I finally feel a little gabby! Hitting my "Friday" tends to do that to me.
First of all, Nimbus is fine. We still don't have him completely regulated, but he's so much closer to remission than he ever was. He didn't get a shot at all yesterday because he was too low and he only had his morning shot today for the same reason! I am ever so thankful to my vets, both of them, at this clinic, because they truly saw what was wrong and went at it with everything they had. I wish they could see how much of a pesky, ornery meanie he's becoming, but just knowing that he's doing better than could've possibly been expected has to be reward enough. He's done with his second course of antibiotics too, and I'll probably end up taking him back in a few months to check for bacteria. He is truly the most adorable little cat when he's all curled up on the couch in that little ball only cats can do. He's not a bohemouth like his uncle, but he's giving his mother a running for the number 2 spot. But he's not as Coon as they are, so he shouldn't be as big. I'm very happy with his current weight and would be content to see him stay here for a good long time. He's built for speed now and he sure has it!
Work went good today - finally. Yesterday was weird and at times nerve-racking! It felt as if some people who no longer work there were back, but they weren't. We made it through another week being shorthanded, our out employees are all back, and hopefully the knowledge that our tax rate should be going down soon will get our economy moving again.
Oh darn, back to the cats.
I found a place online to get the cat food for only like $2 more - shipped to my door! Holy heck, you know I gobbled that right up! They say I should have it in 5-10 days, and with the way it usually goes, it'll probably be closer to 5. I THINK we can make what we have stretch. I THINK. If not, I guess I'll just see if I can get a tiny bag of something else, or give him his old food and just have to give him more insulin if need be.
I had to go and change my desktop image on my PC because I just remembered earlier that MSN is closing down its Groups and the one picture I didn't think I had was my Snowflake. He wasn't technically MY cat but he was. I was the one that cleaned his box, fed him, played with him, etc. He was my boy to me, and it was me who ultimately had to make THE decision and end his suffering when that time came. He was a good cat, and while his years with me weren't the best for either of us, he is the ONE thing from THAT time in my life that doesn't bring back painful memories - except for the bites and scratches from before we were pals! I NEVER saw such a big Siamese cat, but he would dwarf even my big ol' Curzon easily. I can't count on BOTH hands how many times he was mistaken for a dog, but the leash and collar probably didn't help though! There was no calling him a gentle giant though, but a sweetie he could be - if he wanted to be!
Dang it, writer's block! I'll have to try again later!
First of all, Nimbus is fine. We still don't have him completely regulated, but he's so much closer to remission than he ever was. He didn't get a shot at all yesterday because he was too low and he only had his morning shot today for the same reason! I am ever so thankful to my vets, both of them, at this clinic, because they truly saw what was wrong and went at it with everything they had. I wish they could see how much of a pesky, ornery meanie he's becoming, but just knowing that he's doing better than could've possibly been expected has to be reward enough. He's done with his second course of antibiotics too, and I'll probably end up taking him back in a few months to check for bacteria. He is truly the most adorable little cat when he's all curled up on the couch in that little ball only cats can do. He's not a bohemouth like his uncle, but he's giving his mother a running for the number 2 spot. But he's not as Coon as they are, so he shouldn't be as big. I'm very happy with his current weight and would be content to see him stay here for a good long time. He's built for speed now and he sure has it!
Work went good today - finally. Yesterday was weird and at times nerve-racking! It felt as if some people who no longer work there were back, but they weren't. We made it through another week being shorthanded, our out employees are all back, and hopefully the knowledge that our tax rate should be going down soon will get our economy moving again.
Oh darn, back to the cats.
I found a place online to get the cat food for only like $2 more - shipped to my door! Holy heck, you know I gobbled that right up! They say I should have it in 5-10 days, and with the way it usually goes, it'll probably be closer to 5. I THINK we can make what we have stretch. I THINK. If not, I guess I'll just see if I can get a tiny bag of something else, or give him his old food and just have to give him more insulin if need be.
I had to go and change my desktop image on my PC because I just remembered earlier that MSN is closing down its Groups and the one picture I didn't think I had was my Snowflake. He wasn't technically MY cat but he was. I was the one that cleaned his box, fed him, played with him, etc. He was my boy to me, and it was me who ultimately had to make THE decision and end his suffering when that time came. He was a good cat, and while his years with me weren't the best for either of us, he is the ONE thing from THAT time in my life that doesn't bring back painful memories - except for the bites and scratches from before we were pals! I NEVER saw such a big Siamese cat, but he would dwarf even my big ol' Curzon easily. I can't count on BOTH hands how many times he was mistaken for a dog, but the leash and collar probably didn't help though! There was no calling him a gentle giant though, but a sweetie he could be - if he wanted to be!
Dang it, writer's block! I'll have to try again later!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Apologies
I'm sorry I haven't written much lately, I just haven't had much time much less the memory to remember what I was THINKING of writing about earlier in the day. I'm ok, so don't worry about me. I just can't write if my brain freezes!
To all my Aussie friends, our thoughts and prayers are still with you as your wildfire situation slowly starts to get under control.
To all my Aussie friends, our thoughts and prayers are still with you as your wildfire situation slowly starts to get under control.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Arsons
Walter and I are both a bit too close for comfort in one aspect: both of us are not too far away from some dangerous fires. His unfortunately are wildfires, though. I don't THINK the arsonists will strike here, but copycats are always a danger. But they'll be stupid to come this close. JUST TRUST ME.
So right now my concern is more for Walter's safety and the safety of his family. So please, if you're the prayin type, I think EVERYONE down in his part of Australia could use a few good words. ;-)
(Warning, swearing ahead.)
AND TO YOU ASSHOLES IN COATESVILLE: GROW THE FUCK UP. GET A LIFE. TURN YOURSELVES IN. AND QUIT THIS CRAP. Next time, it might be YOUR house.
So right now my concern is more for Walter's safety and the safety of his family. So please, if you're the prayin type, I think EVERYONE down in his part of Australia could use a few good words. ;-)
(Warning, swearing ahead.)
AND TO YOU ASSHOLES IN COATESVILLE: GROW THE FUCK UP. GET A LIFE. TURN YOURSELVES IN. AND QUIT THIS CRAP. Next time, it might be YOUR house.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Worry
I worry a lot. I know I shouldn't, but I do.
I worry about my cats, especially Nimbus. Does he understand why I do the things I do to him? Does he understand all I do for him is to KEEP him feeling better? Is he ok with me switching his food on him so much? Is he happy and content with the way things are now? Does he forgive me for letting him get so sick?
I know I shouldn't worry about these things, but I can't help it.
I worry about the next month's bills all the way through the month. Can I accumulate enough to pay them all and anything that may come up? Will I have to cut back on something to make it through? Will my hours be cut?
I know I cannot control a lot of this, but I still worry because I know the cost.
I worry about the economy, our country's direction, and where we're going. Will we be able to make a turnaround in time to save ourselves from another depression? Will we find the money to get us out of this mess? How many more people will lose their jobs before the stimulus plan is passed and people start hiring again to make all the projects that will be in it? Can we get out of Iraq before another wife or mother learns their loved one won't be coming home alive? CAN we get out of this, even if the rest of the world drags behind?
I know I have no effect on these problems, but I worry still because I know it all affects us sooner or later.
I worry about my peeps. Will they survive the next round of layoffs? Will they be able to find work in time if they are laid off? Do they have enough money to see them through the drought should the worst come?
I know most of my "peeps" don't think much about me, but I still care because they're my "peeps" and nothing can change that.
I worry because I must.
To not worry is to be lazy, to procrastinate on taking action. To worry means the problems are in sight and solutions are in the works. To worry makes you fix the problem and be able to STOP worrying.
Faith only goes so far. We cannot count on God to fix all of our problems. God gave us a brain for a reason: to fix our own problems so that when we DO need help, it's something God can make a bigger impact on. No one would notice God giving you an extra week at a job so you can transition without losing some money. EVERYONE notices when the tornado fizzles out right before a crowded school or when a baby miraculously survives being trapped for hours on end.
So my thought today is to not sweat the big stuff so much. The big stuff you have help for. Don't sweat the small stuff either, just make the small stuff smaller. And get a larger trash can for all the "stuff" that no longer concerns you. Let go of what you can, set free what you must, and hold onto those who need you the most. Tomorrow may very well come a day too late.
I worry about my cats, especially Nimbus. Does he understand why I do the things I do to him? Does he understand all I do for him is to KEEP him feeling better? Is he ok with me switching his food on him so much? Is he happy and content with the way things are now? Does he forgive me for letting him get so sick?
I know I shouldn't worry about these things, but I can't help it.
I worry about the next month's bills all the way through the month. Can I accumulate enough to pay them all and anything that may come up? Will I have to cut back on something to make it through? Will my hours be cut?
I know I cannot control a lot of this, but I still worry because I know the cost.
I worry about the economy, our country's direction, and where we're going. Will we be able to make a turnaround in time to save ourselves from another depression? Will we find the money to get us out of this mess? How many more people will lose their jobs before the stimulus plan is passed and people start hiring again to make all the projects that will be in it? Can we get out of Iraq before another wife or mother learns their loved one won't be coming home alive? CAN we get out of this, even if the rest of the world drags behind?
I know I have no effect on these problems, but I worry still because I know it all affects us sooner or later.
I worry about my peeps. Will they survive the next round of layoffs? Will they be able to find work in time if they are laid off? Do they have enough money to see them through the drought should the worst come?
I know most of my "peeps" don't think much about me, but I still care because they're my "peeps" and nothing can change that.
I worry because I must.
To not worry is to be lazy, to procrastinate on taking action. To worry means the problems are in sight and solutions are in the works. To worry makes you fix the problem and be able to STOP worrying.
Faith only goes so far. We cannot count on God to fix all of our problems. God gave us a brain for a reason: to fix our own problems so that when we DO need help, it's something God can make a bigger impact on. No one would notice God giving you an extra week at a job so you can transition without losing some money. EVERYONE notices when the tornado fizzles out right before a crowded school or when a baby miraculously survives being trapped for hours on end.
So my thought today is to not sweat the big stuff so much. The big stuff you have help for. Don't sweat the small stuff either, just make the small stuff smaller. And get a larger trash can for all the "stuff" that no longer concerns you. Let go of what you can, set free what you must, and hold onto those who need you the most. Tomorrow may very well come a day too late.
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