reviews

I've done reviews on here before. I've done them on my other couple of blogs (see list at the left *G*) as well.

I'm still constantly amazed at the things that people will review that I've never thought of reviewing.

Like nail polish. I found hundreds of sites for nail polish reviews. Even a really cool one called Community Nail Polish Gallery. Check it out...gives you everything you could ever hope for in nail polish stuff.

4 more days

or so!

I can't believe it's less than a week before the wedding!! This Saturday...man...I can't wait.

Of course, M's Mom and Dad aren't able to make it due to Dad F's health. *sigh* Poor M. I know how much he wanted his Dad there. Thank goodness that Captain Spaulding was good enough to step in as "Best Man Proxy". I don't know what I'd have done. As it is, I'm so stressed that I have 2 cold sores and the lysine isn't working and neither is the abreva. So I called the Doc and sniffled at her and she called in some Valtrex for me! Thanks Doc!

Got some Lil 'Kinz tonight for my Webkinz. I now have the 3 shorthair lil 'kinz cats and the black lab puppy lil 'kinz. *G* I'm such a child. But it's fun. If you haven't played with Webkinz...it's a totally safe environment for kids...there's interaction but it's all scripted. And you don't have to interact with anyone. I only do with the nieces and an "adult" (I put that in quotes 'cause SHE has more 'kinz than I do! Something like 39!!) friend of mine.

You can do all sorts of things on Webkinz. My favorite is digging for gems. *sigh* I wish you could do it all the time but alas...you're only allowed to dig once a day. *G* I need one more white gem to get all the white gems for the "legendary crown of wonder!!!"

Okay...off to watch MASH.

Less than a month to go

Well campers, I have less than a month left of my eternal spinsterhood! LOL I can't wait until M and I FINALLY tie the knot.

Pretty much everything is done. Of course, my beloved DogMom, the Honourable Matron of Honor of mine, went and borked herself last weekend. Poor Punkin'.

SOOO, my hopes and dreams for a wedding day where no one was hurt, got cancer, or anything like that went up in smoke. Or down in water. Or whatever. But that's okay. I'm just glad that DogMom's okay and stuff.

Other than that, I've been busy with wedding stuff, ordering things from firemountaingems.com to make presents and my wedding jewelry and just basically lazing about trying to remember what the hell I'm supposed to be doing NEXT.

Oh yes...More James

I think it's about time to post some more pictures of the most delish guy on TV. What do y'all think?



Love this one:



One day I'll see him in concert...



And what are pictures of James without a "Spikeish" one?



That's all for now...I have MANY more to share laters...*G*

I'm so stupid

Yesterday was DogMom's birthday and I didn't even wish her a Hippo Birdie here in my blog. *sigh* I iz sowwy DogMom. No really...see???


see more dog pictures

In other news...not really news but whatever...I'm officially nervous about the wedding. Not about getting married. I'm excited about that. I'm nervous about all the details that are still MISSING.

"Like what", you ask? Well. Frex, I don't have a caterer. I don't have invitations. I don't have favors, my dress (even though THAT is on order), shoes, undergarments...I could go on but my head is ready to explode.

I made M promise to give me ALL of Saturday just for ME to decide what to do and where to go. He's not allowed to complain about anything. I told him he could take the laptop and/or the DS and I'd do the stuff myself, but he's not allowed to complain.

We'll see how long it lasts. IF it actually happens. *sigh*

Uh Wow.

It's almost been a month. So much has happened, and yet, so much hasn't happened.

Oscar has been diagnosed with CHF and Cardiomyopathy. He's on a diuretic and a heart pill. The diuretic is a bitch because...well his kidneys are being affected by the diuretic but I can't give him the IV fluids because he has the CHF.

On the plus side, he's like a different kitty. His breathing is MUCH better and he's getting perkier. I know that it's still a matter of time, but I'm hoping for years instead of hours.

In other news, wedding plans are chugging along. I can't believe we upped the date to June 28th. WTH were we thinking? *G* I can't wait though.

Speaking of himself, he's yelling for me. I'm sure one of the cats is in trouble.

More later...I hope. *G*

Product Review - Wild Cherry M&Ms

These are limited edition M&Ms that I found last night at the gas station. Of course, being the person I am, I had to try them.

Getting back into the car, I showed M the little baggie of M&Ms. "Cherry?" Yep. Cherry. I opened the pack slowly. You could smell the cherry smell as soon as the pack was breached.

I had one. It was actually pretty dang good. Tastes like a chocolate covered cherry. The gal at the counter said they left a bad taste in her mouth but I didn't experience that at all.

All in all, the one I ate was pretty good. I may have to try them again. I gave the rest of the pack to M since I didn't want too much chocolate before bed.

Good googly moogly

It's been ages since I've posted. Sorry 'bout that. Not that I'm interesting or anything but, sometimes it's just nice to read something "different". *G*

So, I've been thinking about doing this 101 things in 1001 days thingie that I saw on the internet. Here's a web link for those of you who are scratching your heads. It just seems like a...well neat thing to do. I'm such a list person even though I never really get around do doing what's on my lists. Or I should say I USUALLY don't get around to it. Sometimes I do most of a list and then lose interest.

I guess I'm hoping for motivation for this. One of the "rules" is that your list items must be complete and realistic goals for your life. Meaning that you have to actually sit and THINK about them, you can't just write "declutter". Declutter what? Where? How often? Those types of questions.

And I've always been one to steer away from "those" types of questions when I'm making a "to do" list. I never get very specific.

M says, in his "joking" manner, "impossible! You'd have to do like one thing every ten days!" LOL that's sort of the point hon.

I'm tired of not DOING the things I've been wanting to do. Like learning to bake bread from scratch or planting a kitchen garden so I can have fresh veggies in the spring and summer. Oh I talk about it all the time. I read the books, 'cause of course if it's a book I'll read it, but I never get around to DOING it.

I think the last thing I decided I wanted to learn to do and actually did it was learning to knit. And we all know how far THAT went. I think I've completed 4 or 5 things in the 3 years since I've learned. Well, except for the extremely easy dishcloths. I've accumulated enough yarn to make 50 or so projects, if they're big projects, but I don't DO anything with it. So, I'm going to make that one of my, or maybe many of my, list items.

This just seems like an unique challenge to me. I might even get to the really big things like my weight and the *sigh* house. *G*

That's all for now. Gonna go watch the cats be curious about their new water fountain. I might even take some pictures.

Updates updates

So Oscar is doing better. He's really doing well when I give him his infusion. Friday he was a bit squirmy but I think he moved the needle and that made it hurt some. I'll be more aware tomorrow to make sure the needle doesn't move at all.

He's starting to eat his kidney food. I have to heat it in the microwave for 10 seconds and then mash it up and build it into a little pyramid with a tiny bit of the other cat's gooshy gravy. But at least he's eating it.

Aggie tried to get at Oscar's food last night. She was most displeased when I told her only Oscar gets to eat this food. Not a happy kitty girl. But, oh well.

Other than that, things are okay here. Going to ask M if we can head out to Home Despot to look at gardening things. I want to build a patio type garden in our backyard so I have something to do other than write or do housework all day. I'll post pictures if it ever gets done. *G* You know me, Madam Procrastination.

Oscar's Visit to the Vet redux

So M and I just got back from the vet's office where I learned to give Oscar his fluid injections. I'd say it was easy peasy lemon squeezie but...even though I didn't have any trouble at all, I started to shake. (thankfully AFTER the injection was done.)

M on the other paw...well...let's just say that *I* will be the only one giving the fluids. He turned a VERY interesting shade of grey and then had to leave the room while the solution was flowing.

Oscar did very very well. He growled a bit while I was holding him for the injection and during the flow but even though he's still pretty unimpressed with me, he's letting me love on him. *G* I think he knows that it wasn't pleasant for ANY of us and that it's going to make him feel better.

I still wish (of course) that I didn't HAVE to do any of this, but it's really nice to know that I CAN do it.

Oscar's test results

Well, the good news is, he doesn't have diabetes or thyroid disease.

Bad news is he has kidney disease.

Good news again is, it's chronic kidney disease.

Bad news again is that no one knows when it will turn into end stage kidney disease.

So.

We go tomorrow night to learn how to give Oscar some subdural injections of fluid to help his kidneys work more efficiently and to get some prescription food for him to eat.

More tomorrow.

Oscar's Visit to the Vet

He was a really good boy on the way to the vet. Had some complaints until he found a comfy spot on Mommy's lap. Then it was "sniff sniff sniff" at the crack in the window that Mommy put down for him. He perked up when he saw my parent's house (where he grew up and was an indoor/outdoor kitty) and the fields he used to run around in and catch "miceies".

We got to the vet and he was being so good. He was on his leash and he hopped out of the car and started walking for the door just as calm as you please. Then he must have realized that he wasn't home and he tried to dart under the car. Heh heh heh. That's where having a leash is good. Poor boy. I scooped him up and carried him in to the office. Everyone made a big deal out of him (he is a handsome little boy) and we were taken into a room right away because a silly young Lab puppy was coming in and the Dr didn't want Oscar scared.

Finally it was our turn to be seen. He had his temperature taken...was SO not happy with that...and had his weight checked. He's down 2 lbs from when we last weighed him. I knew he had lost weight but not that much.

The Dr came in and gave him some exam time. Checked his thyroid and his tummy area. Took him back into the lab area and got some blood from him. My GOODNESS you could feel the floor shake from his VERY angry meows. NOT a happy boy.

Vet said that there is SOMETHING wrong but until the blood tests come back, she's not sure just what it could be. The three biggies for older cats are Thyroid Disease, which is treatable and curable, Diabetes, which is treatable but not curable, and Kidney disease which is neither very treatable nor curable.

She said that he has SLIGHT symptoms but they're so slight that, without the blood work, we won't be sure. So, pins 'n needles until tomorrow or Thursday.

Dear God, please don't let it be kidney disease.

Gads I'm boring

I really am the most boring blogger in the blogosphere, aren't I?

I've done nothing of note. Nothing worthy of talking about. Nothing anyone would really want to hear about. I'm boring.

And yet...

I like me. Today. Yesterday was a different story. Today, I'm liking me. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Bought a book today

Well, technically I bought it last week after watching Oprah but it CAME today. (I adore Amazon.)

Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Fat? By Peter Walsh. I'm only into the first chapter but I keep putting the book down to THINK about my clutter. It's amazing how he seems to be talking directly to ME.

I remember once telling my Mom that my horribly cluttered room was "an outward expression of my inward turmoil." I can't believe that I understood it back then and yet never did ANYTHING about it.

My apartment wasn't cluttered (until M moved in that is) and I took great joy in the fact that I did my dishes every night and put them up every morning, vacuumed every other day (Oscar's fur you know. And then Emmy's) kept my bedroom looking neat and tidy.

Heck, even at work I was organized. Believe it or not. I HAVE the basics. I just haven't put them into practice.

I think most of it is because I feel overwhelmed. Well, that and M doesn't seem to care about the mess and really, after I CLEAN the mess he just goes and makes another mess and forgets about it until I come in and blow up. I need to remember that he's not yet on board but with perseverance and practice (and perhaps a bit of bitching) he'll see how nice it is to have an organized house and will help me out by not leaving his pants in front of the 'fridge. (I know...I know. I have no clue either. Why in the HECK did he drop trou there? *shrug* I can't figure him out sometimes.)

Off to read more of this book. I'm anxious to see how he works the fat in your house and the fat on your body together.

Remembrance

It's been 30 years but I still remember. It haunts me day to day, whether in my conscious thoughts or in my subconscious doings, but it haunts me still.

I was 8 but I remember it as if it were yesterday, I remember what I was wearing, what I was doing. I close my eyes and I can see your face, hear your words, feel your touch...

and it makes me shudder. It makes me hate you, makes me seethe with an unholy fury so deep set that I feel nauseated from the sheer force of it.

I was 8 you bastard. 8 years old and you touched me. You made me feel that I was a bad person, that my parents would be mad at me if I didn't let you "help" me with my panties. I can feel your sticky hot breath on my cheek as you run your hand over my labia, run it up under my dress to where my breasts would be had I actually been a woman, as you put your hand back on the place no man should have ever touched until I was old enough to consent, old enough to know better.

I hate you. I hate what you made me into, what you made me feel. What you still make me feel. The self loathing, the hatred I feel for myself for being that stupid...that trusting. That I can trust again is nothing short of amazing. I feel like I can't love myself because of the shit you pulled.

To have to look at your idiotic leer Sunday after Sunday. To sit there and see people act as if you're a good man, someone to be trusted, someone who could never do wrong because, after all, you ARE a Christian, right? You would never do something like that to any little girl...right?

I see you and I find myself fantasizing about your death. Oh no, not at my own hand, but just that you're dead and gone. That I'd never have to look at you again. Never have to have you leer at me with that knowing look.

And that makes me even sicker and angrier at myself. To wish someone dead. That isn't what I want to be about, isn't what I know to be good and true, what Christ wants His people to feel.

But maybe, just maybe, when you're gone I can finally find some peace within myself.

Although it will never bring back that innocence lost 30 years ago.

And now...for a quick dilemma...

I'm getting ready to head off for ambien land. The kittens, who have been lounging around all evening, in peaceful somnolence, have just now figured out that if you get the jingle ball and take it into Mommy's bathtub...it rolls around REALLY fast and makes all sorts of happy jingle sounds!!!

So, do I hope that they get tired of jingle ball in the bathtub, or do I take it away for the night and give it back tomorrow when there's daylight and Mommy's head doesn't feel like exploding???

Eh, I'm a sucker. They can keep it in the tub...unless they start fighting. :oD

Little stinkers. I'm so twisted around their paws. Same with the big stinkers since Aggie just came in and indicated that treat time was TOO SHORT MOM! *G* So, last treats and then *I* am hitting the sack.

G'nite.

My "lightbulb" moment

Well, sort of. *G* I've had this particular one before...but it's a little brighter now.

I am FINALLY feeling MUCH MUCH better. The liquid gold in pill form and the inhaler seem to be working. (seriously $100 for 7 freakin' pills)

So today I slept a bit, got up and wandered around the house feeling lost and uncomfortable. I couldn't figure out what was going on but I was frustrated with myself and on the verge of tears when I started looking at the tv area and what an absolute mess it had become. Crap everywhere. And I do mean crap. Candles that have been burnt until they can't be burnt anymore, old soda bottles that I was "fighting" with M about throwing away. (he brings in his soda bottles and sometimes the paper cups from fast food joints and leaves them on the TV stand. GRRRR) Anyway, I got a trash bag and just started to toss.

With each thing I tossed, I grew lighter and lighter. Finally I had the hand upside the head moment....the CLUTTER is making me unhappy! "Well DUH, K (I said to myself) this isn't exactly a NEW thought now is it?" So the momentum grew. My TV stand, the DVDs, the CDs, the video game consoles, the cat toys (and toy basket) and the surrounding area is now rather clean. Almost devoid of clutter. I say almost because I'm sure I could get a few more things out of there. (*wink* like M's DVDs that he never ever ever watches...LOL) But even though there's still STUFF there, it's not CLUTTERED stuff. It's nicely organized stuff. Happy making stuff. :o)

And Whew I'm tired. *G* I still have the trouble of remembering that everything does NOT have to be done in 12 hours. It can take 48-72 or even longer. Just so long as SOME is done everyday. Then I will keep my head road going and I'll keep the happy growing.


(heh, and I had a phone call with Mom earlier to tape Oprah (the second showing) 'cause it's about the clutter making you fat. I SO need this show!!!)

I'm Back...

Hello! I'm back from weeks 'n weeks of fighting bronchitis. It's probably pneumonia by now but at least I'm feeling better!

I have to give a shout out to my dearest friend DogMom. Her blog has been awesome lately. I highly recommend reading it if just for the sheer pleasure in the beauty of her words.

Other than that, I've just been here doing not much. I have to get back in the swing of things and play catch up on a lot of the household stuff. *sigh* It never ends does it?

*cough cough*

So I've been sick yet again. It seems that I get rid of one URI only to pick up another, harsher one. This time I was "lucky" and got the bonus of bronchitis! Yay me! *sigh*

I'm on my second round of antibiotics for this round of sickness. The wheezing seems to have let up so I guess they're working.

Other than that, I've been utterly boring. Just reading (the Codex Alera books by Jim Butcher. A MUST read!!!) and watching the last of season 5 of Buffy. Man...the ending of the season...the look on Spike's face...breaks my heart every time.

So now I'm on season 6 and I'm up to Once More with Feeling. I'm not sure if I'll watch it again even though it's one of my favorites. I really want to get to the episodes I haven't seen yet. Doublemeat Palace brings me to that point.

So, that's where I am for now.

I can't believe I...well yeah, I guess I can

Okay people. Heads up here.

When you're asking someone for some input or an opinion on a situation or dress color, you are asking for ADVICE.

If you are the person being asked for advice you are being asked to ADVISE someone.

Please, for the love of my sanity, quit getting the two of these mixed up.

Thanks ever so much,

The Mgmt.