stupid merc rx
I know, I say this a lot.
Mama asked if merc was rx all the time…seems like it.
So the weekend was kinda bad (SAT I was in my closet cleaning out. SUN was saying goodbye to Shadow (and I won’t go into details, but I could have skipped that whole day and not have been any worse off.)) And yesterday was a clusterfrak of humongo proportions at work.
Wasn’t my fault, but I was involved in cleanup crew late into the night.
Tired.
Anyhoo, I’ve had issues with one of my kitchen counters being a little too crowded for a while. No shelves on the wall (and I do have things hanging there-you probably couldn’t put shelves up anyway. 100 year old plaster walls are crumbly.) so I had to find something minimal to allow me to keep my ceramic soup bowl mama handed off to me (which I am in love with) that I keep my coffee filters in and the other caffeinating detritus I need out… as well as kettle… and a scale (for backpacking purposes-ok, so I’m not going anywhere for a while, this isn’t strictly necessary to keep out, but I kinda dig it.)
I was thinking of one of those shoe shelves from Target, but they didn’t have any there…
Then I found the *last* bamboo folding shelf (allegedly they stack, but as there is only one, there is no stacking to be done) at BB&B and snapped it up.
It fits perfectly over the coffee filter bowl (lower right) and 3 of the 4 Ikea bowls that I got, and am madly in love with, fit under the counter for all the baking I seem to be doing (chicken pot pie, mini cassoulet, pies if I get around to it)… they are the perfect size and you can bake in them. I even broke down and got a few small ones to assuage the manic-ness I felt over never finding the perfect bowl from Cordon Bleu back at Thanksgiving…
And another thing… I know the photo quality is crap, but all I ever seem to do it take a picture with my Treo 650 and send it to Flickr. I can’t seem to get myself together enough to get out my other camera and move the pics over to the computer and up to Flickr.
Ah well, become one with the yellowed world of the Treo camera.
Also, please note the Cafe Du Monde coffee can… didn’t snag this on in NOLa, but I am reading a series of books based mostly there (Pre-Kat) and the cafe and beignets keep being mentioned so I had to break out a can.
Yum.
They keep talking about the ACME oyster house, too.
Its a kind of torture.
This week…
So, mom bribed me with shoes to get a lot of stuff done for her (it worked) and she said go take care of it.
So I did.
I shopped, she paid and magically, orange keen’s arrive on my doorstep.
I like it.
…and they are NIFTY! Thanks mama!
(and I think I got the LAST pair in my size and on sale even… such timing.)
Bunny did a behavior one morning (at 6 am-when i am not at my most alert) that reminded me of when she was going into the bad time last May.
Of course I freaked out and called the vet and got her in the next moment I could.
Then as I stopped hyperventilating (don’t drive on a bridge when you are seriously wigging out) and started looking at the facts (she probably hadn’t gotten ALL of her aluminum hydroxide as she isn’t obsessively scarfing all of her food. She’s not NOT eating or anything, but she’s at her mostly normal weight and eating habits of maintaining weight are vastly different from gaining weight eating habits) and it was morning and I normally have no idea what she does in the mornings…. this could be normal for all I know. In fact, she could be the one ordering all that stuff from REI in the mornings when I am comatose… no, wait, that was me the other night.
That morning I hydrated the bejeezus out of her (and it kinda leaked out, so probably didn’t do much good) to prevent any sort of dehydration issue that she might have while I was gone for the day. Normally I do it at night, so she was looking at me the whole time like “WTF?”.
Anyhoo, so I took her into the vet, as I didn’t want to reason my way out of possible behavior on her part (still don’t trust myself anymore) that might signal bad things.
Cause, people, this is it… this is the all the rest of the time I have with her and I have no idea how long that is going to be. You bet I’m going to fight tooth and nail to keep her from losing any ground.
17 1/2 years with a cat and you get attached…plus she doesn’t act like she wants to go. So, fine, stay.
The vet laughed when I told him my story and my theories, said she looked good, turned her around to face me (“Hey Bunny your mama can be the bad guy”) then poked a thermometer in her butt. All was normal, she lost 2 oz, but he wasn’t concerned by 2 oz and was pleased that I got her all onto 100% renal food finally (she wasn’t doing perfectly on just the one kind…so we mix and match stinky stuff that makes her fur smell rancid when she grooms with stuff the consistency of snot, which has kind of offset the stinky fur issue) and she doesn’t degrade into weird poo.
He told *me* to stop getting up at 6 am (you try it when she’s biting your hand to get your arse out of bed to feed her… apparently you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds, but biting one that hasn’t fed you yet seems like fair game.) and told me he’d see us in 4 months (hah, I’ll show him… I’ll see him in 4 months from the last consultation – 3 months from now.) Then we mocked morning people for a while and he said go home. So I did.
He wouldn’t give me x@n@x though… I probably could use it.
$52 panic attack.
Fine with me.
This week was also “week of flu-type thing” where I have no idea what it was, but I got in bed every night after doing Bunny maintenance, slept until it was time for doing different Bunny maintenance or going to work and did nothing else.
Total crap.
I feel better today and have managed to get a sheet on the bed (don’t laugh, its been awful lately) and 2 whole loads of laundry done.
Damn, its good its a weekend, though a friend’s dog is going through renal failure as well (he’s a 5 year old, so its confusing WHY) and he hasn’t eaten for a while, the vet is running out of options, so it might be his last weekend….so I’m not especially looking forward to after this weekend.
Awful.
Mom is packing up her house to move and I don’t especially like that either.
Apparently I am a mama’s girl.
I don’t want to talk about it.
Palin Problem comments
choice paragraphs and some commentary by me… please read the whole article though.
Palin Problem
She’s out of her league.
By Kathleen Parker
Palin’s recent interviews with Charles Gibson, Sean Hannity, and now Katie Couric have all revealed an attractive, earnest, confident candidate. Who Is Clearly Out Of Her League.
You know, I totally get that people are sometimes put into jobs or situations that are beyond what they are used to dealing with, and that is part of how we learn.
HOWEVER… when you are just taking the training wheels off, the oval office (or one good aneurysm away from it) is NOT the time to do this.
I don’t trust her.
I don’t trust anyone who claims that god talks to them directly and that they know exactly what god wants.
SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE, babycakes.
(You can bet if she was wiccan, then the republicans would be talking a whole lot more about keeping religion out of the government….hypocrites.)
Palin filibusters. She repeats words, filling space with deadwood. Cut the verbiage and there’s not much content there. Here’s but one example of many from her interview with Hannity: “Well, there is a danger in allowing some obsessive partisanship to get into the issue that we’re talking about today. And that’s something that John McCain, too, his track record, proving that he can work both sides of the aisle, he can surpass the partisanship that must be surpassed to deal with an issue like this.”
That’s not even a coherent sentence. “And that’s something that John McCain, too, his track record, proving that he can work both”…. umm, huh?
My Mercury in Virgo mocks her!
McCain can’t repudiate his choice for running mate. He not only risks the wrath of the GOP’s unforgiving base, but he invites others to second-guess his executive decision-making ability. Barack Obama faces the same problem with Biden.
Only Palin can save McCain, her party, and the country she loves. She can bow out for personal reasons, perhaps because she wants to spend more time with her newborn. No one would criticize a mother who puts her family first.
See now, I disagree. I would criticize her. I would say “Why the hell didn’t you say no when they asked you? Or are you used to bowing out when the going gets tough our you take a little criticism and then blame it on your family needing you?”
She absolutely CAN’T use her newborn (hers? really? they are going to stick with that story?) as an excuse to step down.
If a man did it it would be construed as family-centric and noteworthy, and it would actually be unheard of. When a woman does it, they think, oh well in any crisis a woman will not be reliable because she has to take care of her family. We can’t put a woman in a position of power (like the presidency) because of ovulation or lactation concerns.
And while I think babies are important, if we use them as an excuse for a woman doing anything then regardless of gender equality (snort) that exists (snort) then it will just be used as ammo to prove that women can’t do this kind of work because of the mommy factor.
As much as I think that Sarah Palin is SO NOT ready for prime time, despite the fact that she charmed the pants off of heads of state (and frankly, many socialite wives could do the same thing… charm is handy, but it doesn’t mean you can successfully get this country out of the mess that the last 8 years of Bush bullshit inflicted), if she plays the mommy card then no matter what kind of charm she oozes, then the world at large will think she will use that card again when the going gets tough.
Unreliable.
She needs to really realize that this job that she is interviewing for is going to kick her ass and take up her time.
So she’ll need to NOT use that excuse if she decides to bow out.
And please don’t ever let her cry.
Too many negatives to women if she plays a girlie girl in this election.
…and frankly (yes this is a snotty comment) but her kids need more focus from her than they are apparently getting. A knocked up teen when mommy is an “Abstinence works!” kool-aid drinker makes me thinks she’s not going to be able to handle the country.
On this day in history
according to my witches calendar:
Joan Wiliford hanged at Faversham, England 1645; she testified that the Devil came to her in the form of a black dog that she called “Bunnie”.
Oh that’s silly.
Black dogs are called “Sirius” and Bunnies (that’s Olde English for Bunnycat) are actually the devil.
Its genetic.
This is my grandmother’s office.
Daily Bun: Feeding Frenzy
Bunnycat doing her part to keep the prescription veterinary food industry in business.
Before he cheats…
I’ve been auditioning karaoke contenders for Weetacon in January (I pooped out on singing this last time as I was just not singable) and one of the (quite possibly trite) choices for me is “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood.
Of the many criteria that the song has to meet some of them are:
- I have to like it
- I have to be able to hit all the notes (low and high)
- I have to KNOW the words inside and out
and this song, with a bit of practice, seems to be a good match.
But as I was listening to it and howling along in the kitchen to it for the 35 bazillionth time last night (you know my neighbors lurve me) I was thinking if the song actually would apply to me.
Well, not really… for several reasons. Primarily because if someone cheats on me (without a pre-agreed arrangement), they are out.
No arguments.
No wars.
Just gone.
Banished.
(and I know a kick ass banishing spell).
I don’t do the vengeance shite, cutting up a car is a waste and a waste of my time. They are just dead to me.
Then I went back and thought about the list of guys I’ve gone out with to see if any of that rang true with any of them (can you tell I overthink everything?) and didn’t get past my ex-husband for the laughing fit I had.
He wouldn’t have cheated because it would have involved him having to get his ass off the couch or out from in front of the computer, he would have had to bathe and it might have jeopardized his idiot meal ticket (me)… and while he was a lying sack of shit and a delusional asshole, he wasn’t stupid. He’s too fekkin’ lazy to cheat.
Heh.
Still makes me giggle.
(comments are good on this one too…
“I think my guy how I yous to go out with was cheeting on me so this song is perfik for me “
Word.)
Coming up close…
..everything sounds like “Welcome home”.
Uneventful weekend (not for those folks in the Houston area, but I don’t live there right now).
Friday night I refreshed the browser on Ike every 10 minutes, shopped for shoes in another tab (didn’t buy anything, but I got my eye on these. ORANGE!!!) and chatted with mom in yet another tab.
The rest of the weekend was pre-press work. Not much design, but I was
just a bit of a relief to do some detail work and not have to go through the endless negotiations and back and forth that some designs require. I love designing, but it can be very tiring… and I might just have a bit more ego than necessary. (I’m not a bad designer, but I also don’t think that I am the most amazing designer either – let’s just say I’m realistic about not quitting my day job as I get profoundly irritated when people want me to be happy about them wanting fugly design…why did they hire me anyway? They could go get M$ Front Page and churn out ca. 1995 web design shite themselves. Or jeebus, go to fekkin’ Kinko’s and let them make you a crap logo for $40. Gah. I refuse.) There were naps, Bunny fluids, LOTS of cat food, good news about a friend’s sick cat, Pandora and some reading in between work, but wasn’t a bad weekend.
Also, Bunny loves her new prescription food.. good. I’m very glad.
What I don’t love about it is the fact that it has the consistency of SNOT and smells horrid… like, totally, whatever, I don’t have to eat it. She’s doing well and even looks just a bit fat :)
I did manage to get out of the house Sunday night – I ran out of soap (and found while I was there that Target is bringing back those hoodie sweaters again that I fell madly in love with last winter-hooray!). I perused the winter wear that is showing up and then wondered what I should put on my head at Weetacon this time (2007:bunny ears, 2008: foxy loxy hat, 2009:? – I wouldn’t mind having a Toy Story Alien antenna on a green knitted hat, but I am not that advanced.)
Stayed up too late reading and consequently my sleep time is out of whack, but that is par for the course every weekend.
I hate morning people.
I may take one night this week to un-bury the couch and watch several episodes of Burn Notice in a row… great show… getting better as well (fancy that.) Lately I haven’t wanted to watch anything… movies get about 5% of my brain as I am doing other things, even poor, snarky-licious Tony Bourdain languishes in my iPod playlist (I splurged and bought a subscription to No Reservations this season but have watched one or two… under duress. They were great, of course, but I just don’t WANT to watch anything lately.) Books are another matter. I’ve bought several series on the eBook store and am devouring them at an alarming rate.. and my sleep is totally suffering, but whatever.
The weathern is cold again, strictly comme il faut, and I like it. I’m ready for that again.
Fog in the mornings, warm during the day, cold in the evenings.
ExcelLENT.
Seven Years
They say you grow a whole new set of cells in 7 years, so in effect, you are a different person.
I wonder if this nation has changed in a similar manner?
I won’t go into that as I’m probably too cynical to be talking about the human race right now.
In any event, I didn’t lose anyone in the attack.
I worried like hell about my people in Manhattan, but all came through it.
At the time I was in a bad place (laid off from my job and working at Starbucks, at the beginning of a marriage where I was used for my paycheck for 4 years while he sat in front of the computer or the television at home, starting an ulcer, etc.)
I know at the cellular level I am a different person and perhaps we are all now as well. Less naive I hope at least.
Seven years is a long time, but I notice that all that pain is still very easily accessed and still crystal clear.
Google Sponsored Link today…
“Cat Box for Tree Huggers – www.CatGenie.com – Uses permanent Washable Granules. Never change; no litter in landfill”
Yeah, i suppose it could be considered green if you don’t mind all the sea otters you are killing.
Try this instead….
Casting Call
If I was casting a movie, here is who I would choose for the role:
Anita Blake book series:
Edward – Neal McDonough
Zerbrowski – John Kapelos
Pattern Recognition:
Bernard Stonestreet – Julian Rhind-Tutt
Stephanie Plum numbers books:
Ranger – Benjamin Bratt
Fletch :Fletch – Jeffrey Donovan
some fun comments by Richard Reeves
from here: [http://news.yahoo.com/s/ucrr/20080908/cm_ucrr/isobamaalreadypresident]
Mon Sep 8, 10:01 AM ET
“Romney was a hoot. My favorite. He must hate the media more than most of those who were in St. Paul, because he spoke as if he has not read or noticed anything for years. It is hard to believe he said:
“Is Washington now liberal or conservative? Let me ask you some questions. … Is a Congress liberal or conservative that stops nuclear power plants and off-shore drilling, making us more and more dependent on Middle Eastern tyrants? It’s liberal. Is government spending, putting aside inflation, liberal or conservative if it doubles since 1980? It’s liberal. … Throw out the big-government liberals and elect John McCain and Sarah Palin. … You know, it’s time for the party of big ideas, not the party of Big Brother.”
The big-government liberals he’s apparently worried about are the reigning Big Brother, Vice President Cheney, and the reigning borrow-and-spend budget-busting president, whom I had been thinking was named Bush. “
and
“Oops! This just in: George W. Bush is still president and has been for more than seven distressing years. I guess I was fooled by the fact that his name was almost never mentioned in St. Paul. A computer count indicated that Bush’s name was used 12 times as often at the Democratic convention in Denver than in St. Paul …”
and
“The conventions were fun and games and a bit of fantasy this time around. But except for introducing the country to Gov. Palin of the Yukon, “Caribou Barbie” to the bloggers, I doubt these rock concerts did much beyond holding the contenders in place. This race will still be about Bush’s record, Obama’s race and McCain’s age. “
