24 years ago I was blessed with having a white Persian tiptoe into my life and change it forever. She taught me to be kind, loving and calm. She taught me to watch outside for animals that needed food and love. And now our rescue is in her name. She is the reason why we rescue those that others throw away. She left us 3 years ago today to go to the Rainbow Bridge to be with her mate JohnJohn and their kittens Baby and Sweetye. I miss that family but I miss the wise MimmyJoe.
Three years ago today we lost a beautiful dirty faced Princess with a heart of gold. The Rainbow Bridge gained an Angel.
If you’ve read my second book then you know this quote.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. James M Barrie
My 9th grade English teacher Mr. Taylor would write different quotes on the blackboard each day and we had to write a paragraph about what they meant to us. This is the only quote that I ever remembered. Now that I’m older it sticks with me because genetically there is Alzheimer’s disease in my biological family and I’ve watched people with that disease lose their short term memory but retain their long-term memory. So maybe those memories are really their roses.
- woke up
- stumbled down the hall
- fed the cats
- spoke to the husband
- drank a bottle of water, took meds
- tried to eat breakfast, failed
- took a shower
- got Prue and Ivy in the carriers and took them to the vet.
- came home
- ate half a piece of pizza, watched Rogue One
- took meds
- went to bed
wasn’t that fun.
Three pet peeves that drive me insane.
- When people use the phrase “I could care less” incorrectly. They are clearly trying to say that they don’t care but they use the wrong words they say words that mean they care because they if they didn’t care about something then there is no way they could care less. They should say “I couldn’t care less”.
- People who talk more than they listen. To me, these are people who clearly care more about themselves than they do anyone else. Sadly I have several people like this in my life.
- When you are looking for someone says “Is it …..?” how the hell do I know if it’s there? If I looked there and it was there I would have found it already. How about instead of asking me if it’s there you get up and LOOK there.
Here’s that explanation.
My life in 7 years. At this point, I would just like to be here. After my doctors appointment on Friday, the unknown, the blood draw, the waiting, the “you need more tests”, the here’s another script, the goal is to just be alive in 7 years.
Going to an Oncologist is probably the scariest visit you can ever have. You can already be on chemo for one thing but when you see the full fledged ONCOLOGIST that’s when the fear of dying is really shoved down your throat. All the people in your life can tell you, don’t worry, they would have caught it before now if it was serious. Really? It took them EIGHT years to catch my Psoriatic Arthritis. I heard so much crap from my PCP before other people in his office FINALLY said “Look, let me have someone else look at your chart” and they FINALLY got me to a real doctor. After three blood tests with him he said, “You know what, this still isn’t right, I’m doing what I need to do to get you better but I think you need to see my wife.” After 13 years of seeing a doctor who really doesn’t give a crap about his patient’s health, it’s nice to see a doctor who cares.
So to break it down, in seven years, I just want to be alive. Healthy would be nice.
First, let me apologize for falling behind on the writing challenge. I will address why in another post.
My commute…It’s horrible. It’s the longest commute of my life. And yes, that is total sarcasm. My commute varies from day to day depending on where I want to work. Do I want to work at my desk inside the house? Well, then my commute is 15 steps down the hall from my bed to my desk.
Do I want to in my office in the back yard? The first think I have to do is check the traffic to make sure there are no feral cats eating. Then I open back door and walk 15 steps to my office, open the door and close out the world.
The trick to my commute is not getting distracted. That’s so easy to do.
Honestly, it takes a lot to make me laugh. There aren’t any words or phrases that you can pop out with that will make me laugh. Now that’s not to say that I don’t have a sense of humor, I do. I just don’t like dumb things. I don’t like most “comedies”, I don’t like slapstick comedy, hell I’m not even a huge fan of Monty Python. I don’t laugh when people fall on banana peels. I don’t laugh when someone says “butts”. Which drives my family crazy.
One thing has made me laugh recently….on the Walking Dead when Neagan told Sasha that she had “Beach ball sized lady nuts”. THAT made me laugh. I have a t-shirt coming with that printed on it.
Married…10 years. together for 13. It’s his ex-girlfriend’s fault. Like every other relationship, some days are good, some days are bad. Lucky for him, my sister convinced me that it was illegal in the state of GA to get a divorce within the first 30 days of marriage.
At this point, I don’t think anyone else would put up with us.
Being a HUGE fruit junkie this is actually hard for me. There isn’t really a fruit that I “dislike”. There are fruits that aren’t my favorite, but I will still eat them. For example, strawberries, not my favorite, but I’m drinking a kiwi strawberry water right now and not wanting to throw up or anything. Limes aren’t my all time favorite but I enjoy them in drinks.
Having said that, “domestic fruits” aren’t my favorites. Given the choice between a pear and a mango, it’s a mango every time.
But if you really want to classify a tomato as a fruit…yep…don’t like them raw, don’t like the texture. But I love them cooked.