those same people then complain that "house cats" eat too many song birds": they are NOT "house cats" although I'm sure many wish they were and if they did not have so many kittens they would not eat all those "many" song birds. Go figure.
Unfortunately, Little Bit is a true feral, and although s/he only runs 10-15 feet when I open the door now, as opposed to 30-40 feet when I first starting, touching that cat's tail is going to be a no-go for MONTHS, if I ever can.
What kind of people hold a birthday party for a one-year-old in a bar?! Good for you, Cindy. They've already ditched you; it's definitely time for you to ditch them! This "invitation" is nothing more than a request for money, and you owe them nothing.foxxycat ---SNIP---
on to me!! I am going to vent:
I have made a decision.. not a life changing one, but a family one..
I have decided not to attend a first b-day party for my Cousin's grandson. I would have to drive 120 miles round trip in order to attend this party. I would be traveling alone. It is at 2pm. Would have to leave my house at 12:30pm and probably arrive home at around 6:30pm.....
I never see these people!! Only at Thanksgiving, and Christmas..and pictures on Facebook.. never talk to them.. I am not going to be a 'cash cow".. I did that with my cousin's kid, ~~~the mother of this baby.
I spent so much money on this girl/woman when she was young.. and now, she does not even talk to me at family gatherings, not even a remembrance of me taking her and her sister to the Children's Museum, the Aquarium, to many Movies, to the Museum of Science, going for Ice Cream, miniature golf, petting zoos, shopping, taking her to my hairdresser for her first 'highlight's, meeting Miss Massachusetts, annual apple picking, going sledding with her and her sister, teaching her to drive, just hanging out, taking her for a day when her parents were having a bad time/divorce.... so I am stopping it now. This is the first grandchild, so I am nipping it in the bud.
Never did she ever call and ask about my dad, never did she even call to see how he was when he was dying.. nothing..
At her sons's Christening.. I was left in charge to take care of my aunt-- the baby's great-grandmother... and was pretty much ignored.
I do not have anything in common with them.. I do not drink and drive..This party is at a bar which the father of the baby is partner in....Never see this kid at all. Saw them last at Christmas.
I am done.
Besides, between wasting car's gas to travel, and a gift...well, lets just say, I could pay my own gas bill..
She chose to live 60 miles away from where she grew up with family.
And Artie would be missing a dose of his cisapride medicine..I am not willing to risk that.. not after all I have done for my guy.
Thank you for listening to me vent. I sent my regrets to the Invite. I am late doing so, but I have been debating it for a while now.. it really got me thinking the past few days..
Fun! Sounds as if, when you're done with it, you'll have some kind of cool cat playhouse. Just add some carpeting in strategic places.
I was born with no sense of smell. I remember (vividly) the time I bought a small carton of milk from a vending machine in a break room, and it turned out the milk had gone sour. I ended up with sour milk all over my clothes, and it wasn't at all funny.
This is very difficult. I think all you can do is to be there for her, let her talk about it and try to help her understand what may have driven this person to use drugs. It is possible to be non-judgemental without condoning dangerous behavior. Kids are smart enough to know the difference between "He used drugs because he was unhappy and couldn't find any better solutions" and "It's okay to use drugs to numb yourself."Well, today after work I went to the hospital to visit Grandma, and the situation is much, much more serious than first thought. Her sodium isn't rising, her tryponin levels are dangerously low, she's having heart stutters (at least five that I know of during the visit--might have been more, but I kind of fell asleep), and her lupus is out of remission. I don't think things look good for her right now.
What it actually needed was complete rest for a few days. That's not really long enough to lose muscle tone, but sometimes it is long enough for an injury to heal.I was reaching for something above my head today and I realized it didn't hurt. Huh? So I stretched my arm where it just won't go and there wasn't much discomfort left.
For two and a half months I do the right thing and keep pushing my shoulder as much as I can so that I neither lose muscle strength nor lose mobility and it doesn't get better. Work doesn't schedule me for a week and while I have walked some at the fitness center I have completely ignored the weight set, which I know I shouldn't ignore it, and I get a lot better in just a few days???? What the heck???? How does doing the right thing not work but doing the wrong thing work?
I'm so confused.
I am allergic to so many flowers, so picking ones for the yard was difficult.
Don't get me wrong, I admire some of the qualities in those who are capable of consistently feeling that way but not everyone is wired to compartmentalize like that. It's a blessing not afforded to everyone.
Interesting outlook. I myself tend to wobble between pessimist and realist ("The glass is half empty" and "Water's at the halfway point, where's the faucet?") but I have heard that when things go wrong, outsiders that are into positive thinking actually blame the person. "You should have had a better outlook, being negative is probably why (insert negative here)" is one such example. Another is "I focused on the positives and that's why I didn't (insert negative here), you should try it so it doesn't happen again to you".This morning I read an article about the negative side of positive thinking. Most of its source material came from an exposé written by Barbara Ehrenreich. Basically the author asserts that pathological positivity "encourages us to deny reality, submit cheerfully to misfortune, and blame only ourselves for our fate.” She goes onto say that unhinged optimism promotes the idea that , “either you look on the bright side, constantly adjusting your attitude and revising your perceptions–or you go over to the dark side.” ...and that kinda thinking can lead to terrible disappointment and more unnecessary pain.
I agree with a lot of what was written, as I wish to seek a balance in the way I respond to my circumstances. I've noticed that the alternative ways of interpreting reality invoke rather interesting responses from the eternally optimistic-positive-thinking-cures-all crowd
My best suggestion is to find an outlet for that anxious energy. I'm not talking big, like cycling for an hour, but something small like a fidget thingy that's all the rage now. Something to focus the mind and keep the hands busy. That will dampen the vibes you give out. Beyond that, the cat's personality will be the main denominator. I one time brought home a shelter cat and within hours he was Mr. Confident and owned the house and the other two cats.
God never gives us more than we can carry. Those are probably the most dangerous words in existence. So very many people endure something that they can't handle and the fallout is ugly.
And HE walked free, leaving his poor, unbalanced wife to pay the ticket. Yeah. That phrase has much to answer for.
