The Adventures of Being Me

We have drama at work and something to gossip about. OK, Worker A has a blog. Worker B posted a, well, not so nice comment about Worker C on Worker A's blog. Worker C views Worker A's blog for some newly posted pics and reads the comment Worker B posted. Now Worker C is hopping mad and ready to complain to the manager about it. But really, what can the manager do about it when it is not a company website or comapany email? All the manager can actually do is tell his employees to be careful what you post online. We predict a catfight will erupt when Worker B and Worker C work together next. Gotta be careful what you post. You never know who might be reading it. I try to. Post later. Bye!

Here is the Xmas letter I sent out to my friends and family with a photo of my cats snuggled in a chair. Merry Christmas to all my family and friends. This year was high adventure in Jordan’s place. At the start of the new year, I was enrolled in a few online dating services trying to find love. Disappointed, I cancelled my subscriptions by mid-January. Even more aggravating was waiting for my friend Julie’s cat to give birth. I was promised my kitten would be born around Christmastime. After Valentine’s Day, on Feb. 22, my Precious was born ( a name from Lord of the Rings) with 6 brothers and sisters. He joined a pit bill named Chopper who thinks he is a cat and 2 kittens from a prior litter, Guts and Tosey, in addition to a family of 4 humans. It was much relief after hearing about how tired Dad was after his radiation treatments. Mom continues to wait for her kitchen addition to be finished. Spring came with a human addition to our family. Joelle Claire blessed my cousin ...

I just read a book called Nasty by Simon Doonan about his long search to befriend the Beautiful People he saw in magazines and realized the real Beautiful People aren't the rich and famous who lack a sense of humor, but his wacky family and friends. How very Wizard of Oz, as he puts. It is a good book. I was under the impression more rich and famous people would be mentioned, but no, only a vague description of celebrities he met at parties. Though he did say he lived next to Nicholas Cage before he was a star, but that is all he says about him. Oh well, it is fun to read about wacky people. I had brushes with celebrity when a pyschopath who thought we should be a couple and I disagreed ran a kid over with a pick up truck and the trial of the century began, thus I was catapulted into the media spotlight from being his bullied victim. Every talk show host was calling my house promising everything under the sun and any favorite celebrity I liked to meet, if I would just do an intervi...

I have officially donated my tight ponytail holders to the cat toy box cause. My cat Frodo keeps dropping them off my bathroom sink and chases them as they slide on the floor. They are covered in dirt and no longer desire to have them touch my hair. Tonight I found one next to the litterbox half covered in litter. I flug it across the room like a rubberband and excited the cats into play mode. Post later. Bye!

I had an interesting day at work. The computers went down long before I got there. And they stayed down until 45 minutes before I was suppose to leave. Which means we have to hand write all the contracts to type in the computer later and then announce to all returning that we have to mail their receipts. Even more fun was the frequent renter from India who lives here badly wanted a receipt for his expense report. Sorry, the computers are down and he can use his total on his contract as his total charges for his expense report. I know I should not think badly about frequent renters or people from other countries, but I hate dealing with the people from India. It is so hard to explain anything to them. I don't know if it is my accent or they don't speak American English well, but I hate explaining things 5 times and they still don't get what I'm saying. Know what I mean? At least I was allowed to go home as scheduled instead of typing all the contracts and returns and ad...

I have much to be thankful for this year's Thanksgiving holiday season. I am thankful for my cats Precious and Frodo to wake up to. I am thankful for holdiay pay I so badly need right now. I am thankful I'm not with my family during Thanksgiving (ok, just the family members who think I'm wasting my time volunteering and publishing my book: nieces, one sister in Nebraska, brother, and father not included in my resentment). I am thankful my books arrived today. I have 4 friends buying copies. And finally, I am thankful for a long list of email pals to send messages and pics to. I think I counted all my blessings. Oh, yeah, I am thankful I have my health, my sanity, a warm bed to sleep in, a fridge full of food, stretch gloves to fit my tiny hands, and Sudoku to occupy the slow hours at work. Ok now, I counted all my blessings. Happy Thanksgiving. Post later. Bye!

After 3 days of crawling on my hands and knees to comb out my Precious's burr (he is amazing patient for a cat), I broke down and took him to the vet. After the 3rd day, he got reluctant about me touching his burr spot. The exam rooms were full so they took him to the surgery prep room. I waited in the waiting room and chatted with the receptionist. I tried so hard with a comb, baby oil and toothpaste, and scissors to get this thing out. After I touched a nerve with the scissors, he dodged them. I managed to get slivers and a few seeds popped out, but couldn't get the rest out. A minute and 2 meows later, the vet lady came out with a wad of fur in her hand and asked, "Is this it?" It looked like, it was 3 inches long. They didn't even charge me for it. I take Precious home and later noticed when scratching his belly that there is a hole in the fur. That's ok, I'm sure he feels better. No more burrs since. Besides Frodo's harness is getting too tight (t...

Took my cats outside as usual and now I get to try and try and try to removed burrs out of my Precious's long haired cat fur. He does not like laying on his back being very still, but lets me pick at his matted fur a few minutes. He hates being combed so it must be uncomfortable. Post later. Bye!

Today it is announced that the owner's brother got engaged last Wednesday, their one year anniversary of their first date. She got 1 carat round diamond on a white gold band. Her name is Amanda and she is very pretty. I can't recall if I said congratulations to him. I did beg for details since I have no life or man, just cats. I can be a mature adult and pretend to be happy for someone else's excitement, even when I'm really frustrated at my nonexistant lovelife. I announced I'm getting another cat. OK, I'm done feeling sorry for myself. Post later. Bye!

Ah, Election Day is finally here. I won't be voting because I already sent in my absentee ballot weeks ago. Hopefully my vote is counted. I can't believe how some politicians want to safeguard the vote for only people who can prove their citizenship and current address when they go to the polls. Isn't that what a voter's registration card proves? Do they really think illegal immigrants are going to commit voter fraud in order to vote for people who want to deport them back home? That makes no sense to me other than create xenophobia. A gal at work said she won't be voting because she is not registered here, she just moved here from Florida a while ago. She fails to see the point of voting anyway, nothing is going to change. I can see her point of view. Policitians never change. They raise our taxes because they are incapable of balancing a budget. They sell off public land for businesses to increase property tax revenue. They brag about million dollar raises for tea...

I sit in my walk in closet getting ready for bed. I squeeze into my pajama bottoms because the cats have to pounce my feet sliding through the material. So my have my bottoms up to my knees when Precious decides to jump into my pajamas. He sits on my crotch pawing at Frodo playing on the outside. Very awkward situation and I starting laughing thinking that I can't go to bed because I have a cat in my pants. Frodo next starts to bite my feet and I reach over I put my slippers on. Precious is still in my pants. Time to get out. He is scratching my legs while pawing at Frodo attacking my slippers. I get a shoe string to coax him out. He bites the shoe string because doesn't jump out. I poke at him, which leaves me with more scratches on my legs. So I try to pick him up, which is very difficult with the elastic ban around my knees. He meows at my efforts and jumps out. Finally I can put my pants on. Nighty night.

The other day a coworker called in sick. When he was a kid, he had brain and lung tumors removed and the left side of his face had been paralyzed ever since. I noticed he smile oddly but thought nothing of it. After 20 years, his paralyzed side began to tingle last week. He ignored it so the other day the right side of his face suddenly was paralyzed. Yesterday he had an MRI done and got the results today. Nothing found in the brain. He also has a lump on the back of his neck and an infected jaw. So they did a cat scan today and will find out tomorrow the results. Poor guy. He was even nervous about informing the boss of his problem. Don't worry someone at work told him so he knows this coworker will not be coming in for a while. Post later. Bye!

I keep getting messages about my computer cleaning out unused folders. Too bad they don't clean out preprogramed stuff I never use. Guess what, all my documents are now erased, meaning all my stories I have been working on. I didn't realize they were classified as unused folders. I suppose I've been too focused getting my book published that I neglected to write. Have to get out the back up disk to see how much is saved. Post later. Bye!