Friday, July 29, 2011




The girls is here! We went to Newport, RI yesterday and did the Cliff Walk, but not before we got semi-lost and took the long way there. I love getting lost cause you get to see new things. This time we got to see Bristol, RI which is just as quaint and pretty as a summer's day. We ate gyros at a little diner and the best damn cupcakes in the world at the bakery next door. Eventually we found Newport and the Cliff Walk. Then we got stuck in rush hour traffic on I95 and then when we thought we were in the clear we missed our exit and wound up in another traffic jam and another hour out of the way. That cupcake was completely worth it.

Today we laid low. Did some local shopping and ate leftovers and tried to rest up for tomorrow which is Vermont day. I love love love Vermont. And I love love love John cause he's coming along too and will more than likely do most of the driving.

Friday, July 22, 2011

A Post In Pictures




So I tried vlogging. I used John's iphone to record myself and I yammered on for 10 minutes. But then it wouldn't let me email a video that long. So I gave up for now. The left-handed life is terribly frustrating. Typing, texting, eating, teeth-brushing... and let's not even get into pony-tail making. The pony-tail deserves a blog post all its own.

I'm doing okay. Will post more details later. Got a semi-cast/bandage up to my armpit. Got drugs and Coca-cola and baloney in the house. All I need now is a redwood deck and a bug zapper.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Today was my birthday and my last day of work for a while because tomorrow I'm having the arm done. Not sure if I'll be able to blog one handed. I may have to try vlogging like Tonya.

Sunday, July 17, 2011



This is the most cleared off piece of furniture in our house.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Sometimes shit just works out the way it's supposed to. I think I used to drive John nuts with my whole, "it'll work itself out" philosophy. In theory it's awesome, but in reality it can make you extra-super nervous waiting around on it. A month ago Angie called and said she and Rachel were planning a visit and I was excited but also disappointed that I wouldn't get to spend much time with them on account of I work a million hours. Then I go to the orthopedist and he tells me that I really need to have my arm fixed. I schedule the surgery date and the office lady gives me a choice of July 20 or 27. The 20 is the day after my birthday. The 27 is the day Angie and Rachel fly in. I say yay for the 20 because I haven't had a really kickass birthday since I turned eleven and Mama and Daddy bought me Rocker Barbie and then took me to Water World USA in Maggie Valley for the weekend. Ironically enough, when the girls get here I want to take Rachel Here. It looks like so! much! fun! My point is, all the workmans comp. stuff worked out and the date of the surgery worked out and even though I'll be down a limb, I'll get to spend all the time in the world with my suster and niece.

This being our last weekend with four arms, we've cleaned and cleaned. Because we're hermits, we don't usually give a rat's taint if there're piles of towels and blankets and books and cat leavings on every semi-level surface. This has given us the opportunity to help our home smell it's best. Which is still a shade or two below a kennel. Or a house with five cats, two litter boxes and several pairs of smelly shoes. I even scrubbed the bath tub. I grunted and sweat and Comet-ed the hell outta that tub.

John bought me a Blackberry Torch for my birthday. I'm pretty sure it's too much phone for me, but it sure is nifty-fun learning about it. What I'm reading: The Vicious Vet by M.C. Beaton. What I'm watching: Frasier and a 48 Hours Mystery about the Long Island serial killer.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Well Hell


This is just about the coolest damn thing ever. And they're playing my second favorite U2 song.

This is my favorite U2 song:

But really that's neither here nor there. It's mostly there. If it was here I'd be sure of it.

Bea started her Milk Thistle today. I've worked 24 of the current 48 hours. I'm ready to gnaw off a foot just to get some time off.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Well, it's always something ain't it? Angie and Rachel are coming to visit at the end of this month. I'm very excited about this and I'm all researching fun-ass stuff to do and see. Yesterday I went to the orthopedic doctor and I'm having my arm and wrist fixed the day after my birthday. Which means I'll be out of work while my girls are here which is pretty sweet.

Still force-feeding Bea because even though she's eating a little bit, it's not nearly enough and she can't afford to lose any more weight. Also giving her supplements. And her antibiotic. And when the milk thistle arrives, I'll be shoving that down her bony little throat as well. Don't get sick on my watch, dammit. I'll get your ass well one way or another.

Monday, July 4, 2011



This is an original song written and performed by this little 16 year old Dubliner. When I was 16 I was too busy hating my parents and sleeping 20 hours a day to do anything nearly so creative.
Yesterday Bea didn't eat very much at all on her own. So I broke down and force-fed her. Probably more for my own piece of mind than necessity. It wasn't too terrible actually. When we stuck with the Friskies she was semi-okay with it. When I tried switching over to the Wellness lamb stew... gag-a-maggot. More like gag-a-Janet-John-and-Bea. Anyway, this morning Bea ate on her own! And quite a few bites. Plus, she's acting fine. Her normal pissy self with a few incidences of decency. Sort of like yours truly.

John and I were oohing and cooing over Bea yesterday when I noticed a flying bug stuck to the ceiling. One of those black cricket things with little sucker feets. "John," I said. "There's a black bug with sucker feet on the ceiling." John looked at the bug, squinted and shrugged his big shoulders. "He can stay. I got no beef with him." Reason one billion and forty-two why I love him.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

'52 Vincent



Sitting in a bed covered with catnip and bowls of smelly food beside my man and my granny lady. Listening to this song. Praise the Lords for my sister who calls me up on Sunday morning and tells me about good shit.

Saturday, July 2, 2011



such big love for these guys

Bea has what is probably liver disease. Good news is her kidneys are fine. Yay! Bad news is she's lost two pounds since January and her liver enzymes and bilirubin are elevated which is indicative of disease. The doc said that since she's drinking normally and still eating somewhat, that we should just love her and live in the now. She sent us home with antibiotics and with instructions to force feed her if she stops eating all together. Today Bea ate treats, the juice off of a can of food, a few bites of ground turkey (that I ground up myself), a few bites of lamb cat food, catnip and the juice from a can of people salmon. Meanwhile, everything else I've tried unsuccessfully feeding her (clams and clam juice, tuna and three cans of rebuffed Friskies) has been inhaled by our pigeons-in-cat-clothing. Anyway, I just ordered her some Milk Thistle. I may use that in conjunction with chanting and sacrificing a virgin. If all else fails, I've never birthed any chirrens... I'd be willing to offer up a first born at this point.

After crying for the majority of the morning, John and I took a side venture to the co-op in Willimantic to stock up on catnip and almonds dusted in organic cocoa. Driving through Willimantic with John is always a special treat because I get to hear him say things like: "Right there. That's where the cops pulled me over and made me pull down my pants before they frisked me. In the middle of February."

Friday, July 1, 2011

His Head On A Skewer


So basically all Bea wants to eat these days is Whiskas Temptation treats and the juice off of canned food. Oh, and Kraft Parmesan shaker cheese. She's driving us rat-shit, bat-shit crazy. She seems fine. She's skinny as hell, but she's also fifteen frickin' years old. Anyway, we're tired of worrying and wringing our hands over her furry little carcass so we're taking her to the vet tomorrow to see if anything's the matter with her. Other than the obvious.

On my way home from work today I pulled into the Walgreens parking lot. So there's this silver Beetle backing out of a parking space and I stop to let them out. I'm thinking about stuff and things and the car's slowly backing out and I'm like, "Jayzus, it's taking this little old lady forever." Eventually they're all the way out and I'm prepared to go about my business, only the Beetle's still backing up. Still backing. Still backing. I'm honking like mad but I can't pull around them because they arc around and slam into my drivers side door and wheel well. So I swear. Loudly and profusely. And get out of my car. But I'm the only one around to hear the swearing because the Beetle is EMPTY. Yup. Empty. As in no driver. As in, long story short, the Beetle's parking brake doesn't work and now I have a minor dent and some scratches in the Fit. I tracked down the Beetle's owner and got her info and seriously... I really wish my Daddy was around so I could tell him about Bea and my car. Daddy never tired of animal companion and effed up vehicle stories.