I've got nuttin' but bits and pieces today.
I'm feeling better. Both physically and emotionally. I'm working my way through some stuff. I'm actually writing it down. Like with a pen and paper! Wow. I haven't done that since high school. It seems to be helping. Thanks to the writing and physical activity (who knew it was so medicinal?), I'm doing much better. Thanks to everyone who's been concerned. You guys are terrific.
Still not at the point where I'm ready to talk about it, but I'm getting there. I do have a very important post to post sometime this week...maybe. We'll see. I just don't know how much to share, you know?
Sigh......I feel the need to retreat. Do you ever have those days where you want to get away from it all? Where you just want to leave everyone and everything for just a short bit of time? And be totally 100% alone? I mean, completely alone? Like Tom Hanks in Castaway? Find your own Wilson and whatnot?
So, I had yesterday off of work. I had to take Max to get de-balled. He is sooooo pissed at me right now. I mean, he's giving me the "death look" all the time. Except when he's in sleepy mode. Then he lets me love on him and snuggle with him. He seems to be recovering well.
I have to tell you guys what happened last night. I was in bed with a cup of tea, watching an episode of Buffy on DVD and painting my nails (Deep Chili in case you were wondering) when I heard that tell-tale scrabbling of little feet in the walls. I waited a couple of minutes and I could hear something rustling around in the kitchen. I got up stealthily (is that even a word?...if not, it is now) and rounded the corner into the dining room. I heard a mad scrambling and heard something run by my feet. I turned on the light in the dining room and saw a single saltine sitting at the entry way into the kitchen. The sight of that single cracker made me want to laugh. It was like I interrupted a break-in or something.
Anywho, I made my way into the kitchen and turned on the light. I heard some scrambling around in the pantry shelves and saw the shadow of something fall to the floor. I bent down and looked under the pantry and saw the biggest effin' rat! I tried to trap him by using a yard stick (quit laughing, I'm not Steve Irwin, y'all) and a rolling bin. It only caused him to run back up into the pantry shelves.
There he sat. 4 feet tall and carrying a big stick (ok, ok, he was more like 8 inches long, fat and had beady eyes, but still....he was scary). We stared each other down. I gently stood up on a stool and grabbed a butcher knife (one of my good ones, too, dammit) and eased back down. I very slowly moved a box that was in my stabbing range, all the while never taking my eyes from his.
All of a sudden, I lunged. I missed. He ran. Right past Max who, bless his little heart, tried to get him but he was still recovering from the anesthesia and his reflexes were too slow.
It was chaos as I tried to chase the rat all around the dining room. He ended up disappearing (how do they DO that?) and I gave up the chase for the night.
This morning, when I went into the kitchen to make coffee, I found the saltines box on the floor and a package of saltines sitting up right in the pantry.
Swirl Girl sent me some interview questions. I love doing these. I don't know why. Probably cause it's all about me, me, me!
What 5 cd's could you listen to over and over again?
Grosse Pointe Blank soundtrack, Uncle Kracker's "No Stranger to Shame", Shaggy's "Hot Shot", Jonny Lang's "Lie to Me" and Madonna's "Immaculate Collection".
What 5 articles of clothing would you have with you to wear for what could possibly be forever?
Jeans, sneakers, sports bra, my old LMHS football manager shirt that has paint splatters on it but is incredibly comfortable and a hat. Yes, I left out underwear. Yes, I know that's gross. But so is keeping on the same pair for eternity. I can't win that one.
What 5 foods (let's say there are endless supplies of whatever these may be) would you be willing to eat until/if you are rescued?
hummus, grapes, edamame, carrots and Hershey's Special Dark
What 5 people could you stand to possibly spend the rest of your life with?
LOML, Mimi, Vicky and I got no one else. Sorry.
What 5 blogs are a must read daily?
The Captain's, MAW's, The Irish, Ryan's and Jess's. If I only get 5 minutes on a computer, these are the one's that I immediately click on to check to see if there's a new post. I adore everyone that I read, but, these are the ones that are a must for me every day.
There's some rules to this, but I'm not in a rule following mood today (am I ever?).
Oh, lordy. While at home yesterday and writing my little heart out, I needed a break so I went to my room and stumbled across my hurricane bag.
My hurricane bag is one that I keep packed at all times with important papers in the event I had to evacuate for a hurricane and didn't want to take the time to find everything. Since I really don't need it much anymore, I've kind put it out of sight and forgotten about it.
I opened it yesterday and realized that at some point, I had cleared it out of important papers and all that was left was manuals to purchased items and some folders.
Boy, what a treasure trove of blog fodder did I find in those folders!
So embarrassing, but for your enjoyment pleasure, I'll post something from the folders each week.
Brace yourselves, it's bad high school poetry, writings and quotes.
And I mean BAD! LOL!
That's enough for me today.
Hope your Wednesday is going well.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I've got nuttin' but bits and pieces today.