I have done nothing for at least the last week.
When I say nothing, I of course mean working out.
I'm not going to make excuses for myself because the whole point of buying a treadmill was so that I could work out without going anywhere, which was my biggest hurdle.
However, I haven't been sleeping properly, which I think has added to my generally bad mental mood.
There's nothing wrong with my life. Sure, DJ & I hit little bumps in the rode like everyone else does. But we've got a great relationship, a beautiful home & a horde of naughty furballs who we love. I have no reason to feel so down in the dumps - but I do.
I'm working on trying to pinpoint what it is, which has been difficult since none of the usual suspects are the cause this time.
But today was better. For the first time in a while I slept properly, & I feel better already. I've decided to give myself a few more days to try to figure out what's causing my funk & (hopefully) keep on sleeping. Then, it's back on the bandwagon...or back on the treadmill, I suppose.
I'm not going to give up, I'm just going to accept that I'm starting over - & I'm determined to make it work.
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
There's always room for one more
I went out to breakfast Saturday morning & ended up with a new addition to the family.
Meet Oliver!
Meet Oliver!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Off to see the wizard.
Yesterday afternoon while I was watching the news a tornado watch was issued for some surrounding areas, including the county I live in.
Normally I just ignore them. I know that sounds terrible, but I have been fortunate enough never to see a tornado in my area my whole life. Plus, I'm a lover of crazy summer thunderstorms.
Last night was different though. When the warning was issued I started to get anxious. I was upset because I was scheduled to work at 11 last night, & I was planning to be napping when the wicked storm was supposed to hit. DJ wasn't going to be home, & I was convinced that the house was going to be blown away without me knowing. He assured me I was crazy, like usual.
Although I slept a little, I kept having bad dreams & ended up waking up long before my alarm was set to go off.
I turned on the news, & what do you know?
The report was bad. The storm was headed to us, & would be on top of us within a half hour. People were reporting seeing tornados where it was already raining, & the meteorologists were seeing cloud rotation close to me.
When the storm was about 10 minutes away & a few towns over, the weatherman said, "There is definite cloud rotation. We can't confirm whether or not a tornado is already on the gound. It's heading for Renee's house (I know I souldn't joke about this, but wouldn't that have been funny?). You have 10 minutes to get into the basement."
And so, that is what I did. I took my laptop, knowing I would lose power & not get news reports from the TV. I just hoped the internet would hold out. It did not, by the way.
Next I trapped my 2 girl cats in the basement, which was easy enough to do with a bag of treats. Then, I had to carry my dog downstairs. She had never even seen a flight of stairs until we lived in this house, & she is not brave enough to venture down. Once that was done, I had to fight with my boy cat. He doesn't like to be held, so it was an epic battle...that I ultimately won. I essentially hog-tied my cat, covered his head with my shirt & ran down the stairs while trying desperately to hold on.
Once my fur babies were safely downstairs, I didn't dare open the door. In my panic, it didn't occur to me to grab my flashlight or candles or anything I might actually need. No, no, instead there I was with 3 misbehaving cats, a terrified dog, my cell phone & a laptop that soon proved to be worhtless when the internet failed.
In an attempt to keep myself calm, I talked to my mom & MIL periodically. I had no idea what was going on. There was no way for me to know what the situation with the storm was. My only view of the outside world was through a tiny (& dirty, because I don't clean it) basement window. I couldn't see anything because the sky was black, except for occasional pink lightening.
I'll be honest, I was pretty freaking terrified. I was also sure this was not going to end well. Thankfully, it did. We got a severe thunderstorm & nothing more. Everyone was safe.
We were without power for a few hours, so when I ventured back upstairs I lit every candle in the house & read a book by flashlight.
DJ got home shortly after the power came back on. And although I was able to laugh a little about my disaster precautions, I was still a little on edge.
In hindsight everyone will probably think it was silly of me to go so overboard, but I don't think it was. Not only did the newscaster say it was specifically headed to my town & I had 10 minutes to take cover, but I knew this was coming since 3 in the afternoon.
Call it a message, or maybe a sixth sense, but I was sure this storm was going to be bad & I needed to be awake when it arrived.
I guess the moral of my story is this: trust your instincts. They're right more often than you think.
Normally I just ignore them. I know that sounds terrible, but I have been fortunate enough never to see a tornado in my area my whole life. Plus, I'm a lover of crazy summer thunderstorms.
Last night was different though. When the warning was issued I started to get anxious. I was upset because I was scheduled to work at 11 last night, & I was planning to be napping when the wicked storm was supposed to hit. DJ wasn't going to be home, & I was convinced that the house was going to be blown away without me knowing. He assured me I was crazy, like usual.
Although I slept a little, I kept having bad dreams & ended up waking up long before my alarm was set to go off.
I turned on the news, & what do you know?
The report was bad. The storm was headed to us, & would be on top of us within a half hour. People were reporting seeing tornados where it was already raining, & the meteorologists were seeing cloud rotation close to me.
When the storm was about 10 minutes away & a few towns over, the weatherman said, "There is definite cloud rotation. We can't confirm whether or not a tornado is already on the gound. It's heading for Renee's house (I know I souldn't joke about this, but wouldn't that have been funny?). You have 10 minutes to get into the basement."
And so, that is what I did. I took my laptop, knowing I would lose power & not get news reports from the TV. I just hoped the internet would hold out. It did not, by the way.
Next I trapped my 2 girl cats in the basement, which was easy enough to do with a bag of treats. Then, I had to carry my dog downstairs. She had never even seen a flight of stairs until we lived in this house, & she is not brave enough to venture down. Once that was done, I had to fight with my boy cat. He doesn't like to be held, so it was an epic battle...that I ultimately won. I essentially hog-tied my cat, covered his head with my shirt & ran down the stairs while trying desperately to hold on.
Once my fur babies were safely downstairs, I didn't dare open the door. In my panic, it didn't occur to me to grab my flashlight or candles or anything I might actually need. No, no, instead there I was with 3 misbehaving cats, a terrified dog, my cell phone & a laptop that soon proved to be worhtless when the internet failed.
In an attempt to keep myself calm, I talked to my mom & MIL periodically. I had no idea what was going on. There was no way for me to know what the situation with the storm was. My only view of the outside world was through a tiny (& dirty, because I don't clean it) basement window. I couldn't see anything because the sky was black, except for occasional pink lightening.
I'll be honest, I was pretty freaking terrified. I was also sure this was not going to end well. Thankfully, it did. We got a severe thunderstorm & nothing more. Everyone was safe.
We were without power for a few hours, so when I ventured back upstairs I lit every candle in the house & read a book by flashlight.
DJ got home shortly after the power came back on. And although I was able to laugh a little about my disaster precautions, I was still a little on edge.
In hindsight everyone will probably think it was silly of me to go so overboard, but I don't think it was. Not only did the newscaster say it was specifically headed to my town & I had 10 minutes to take cover, but I knew this was coming since 3 in the afternoon.
Call it a message, or maybe a sixth sense, but I was sure this storm was going to be bad & I needed to be awake when it arrived.
I guess the moral of my story is this: trust your instincts. They're right more often than you think.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Wordless Wednesday: So gross...
I know it's Wordless Wednesday, but I think this requires some explanation.
My vacuum wasn't working properly, which usually means there's a clog.
This is what I emptied out of the vacuum hose, & it makes me question my decision to own pets.
My vacuum wasn't working properly, which usually means there's a clog.
This is what I emptied out of the vacuum hose, & it makes me question my decision to own pets.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Tuesday Ten
Lately I don't have the energy to string together enough cohesive thoughts to make an actual blog post, so I'm stealing an idea from one of my favs, Ms. BFG herself. Stop over & take a look...after you read mine, please.
Here's my Tuesday Ten
1. Yesterday morning when I was driving home from work I saw a turkey politely waiting to cross the road. Only after I passed did he look both ways & start to cross. Total genteman.
2. Dear Mother Nature, Please decide to just be warm. I can't handle one nice day followed by many not so nice days anymore. It's cramping my style. Thanks!
3. I have been saying I'm going to decorate for easter for a while now. Still not decorated.
4. I don't now why everyone always makes fun of Rachael Ray (& by everyone, I mean my grumpy boyfriend & his friend) but I love her. In protest, I think I'll cook only Rachael Ray meals for a while. Sucks to be him.
5. Speaking of the Food Network, did anyone else watched the Chopped All Stars Tournament?? I am so not a fan of the guy who won. I didn't appreciate his comments about the other (better, more well established, etc) chefs. In poor taste, random guy.
6. I requested to extend my upcoming vacation (before it even started) & I'm crossing all my fingers & toes that it gets approved. Eleven days off. Oh. My. God. My head might explode from joy. I hate that place.
7. Does anyone else love making up your own situation approtiate hash tags on Twitter? #ido
8. I woke up thismorning afternoon & when I opened my living room curtains the first thing I saw was some dude driving a riding mower up the road past my house. Weird.
9. I'm addicted to crappy horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel - especially when they involve crazy, unrealistic sea monsters. Dinoshark, I'm looking at you...with love.
10. I've got 3 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cats. Anyone want them?
Here's my Tuesday Ten
1. Yesterday morning when I was driving home from work I saw a turkey politely waiting to cross the road. Only after I passed did he look both ways & start to cross. Total genteman.
2. Dear Mother Nature, Please decide to just be warm. I can't handle one nice day followed by many not so nice days anymore. It's cramping my style. Thanks!
3. I have been saying I'm going to decorate for easter for a while now. Still not decorated.
4. I don't now why everyone always makes fun of Rachael Ray (& by everyone, I mean my grumpy boyfriend & his friend) but I love her. In protest, I think I'll cook only Rachael Ray meals for a while. Sucks to be him.
5. Speaking of the Food Network, did anyone else watched the Chopped All Stars Tournament?? I am so not a fan of the guy who won. I didn't appreciate his comments about the other (better, more well established, etc) chefs. In poor taste, random guy.
6. I requested to extend my upcoming vacation (before it even started) & I'm crossing all my fingers & toes that it gets approved. Eleven days off. Oh. My. God. My head might explode from joy. I hate that place.
7. Does anyone else love making up your own situation approtiate hash tags on Twitter? #ido
8. I woke up this
9. I'm addicted to crappy horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel - especially when they involve crazy, unrealistic sea monsters. Dinoshark, I'm looking at you...with love.
10. I've got 3 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cats. Anyone want them?
Sunday, February 6, 2011
It's 11:30 on Saturday night: do you know what your vet is doing?
Mine sounded as if he had been sleeping when he returned my call.
Why was I calling my sexy, silky voiced vet on Saturday night????
Because my stupid effing cat has a hole in her belly.
The thing is, she got spayed on Monday. The vet says things like, "Keep her separated from the other animals," &, "Try to limit her activity."
Hahaha! Isn't he precious?
He's a lovely man, but he doesn't live with these cats. They are the Satan's spawn, of that I am sure.
And so, since Monday I've been giving Kiki her pain meds every morning & periodically looking at her inscision, which has looked good all week - despite the fact that she runs & jumps around the house like a ninja on a mission.
Then, at 11:30, things in our house were winding down. DJ & I were on our respective computers, when Kiki took her customary spot on my keyboard. When she rolled on her back I noticed that I could see inside her inscision, which was not cute at all.
So me, being the level headed girl that I am, started having what I can only assume to a panic attack. And DJ, my rock, offered these words of encouragement: We need to call the vet now because that's going to get infected.
Imagine how much worse that made the panic attack.
So my poor vet got the call. He called back right away & was very gracious about the whole thing. He assured me that she's not going to get gangrene & die tonight like I was convinced she would. He did suggest that I put, & a quote, "a little kitty t-shirt" on her to prevent her from licking it (ewww!) even more. That made me laugh, & snapped me out of panic attack mode.
Unfortunately, I don't have a little kitty t-shirt, or I would so make her wear it. Instead, I think I've got to buy her one of those cone collars tomorrow. I'm ok with any form of cat humiliation at this point, so the cone works for me.
Most unfortunately, however, is the fact that more of you don't live around me so I could refer you & your fur babies to the most patient, kind & wonderful vet there is. He's the best!
Why was I calling my sexy, silky voiced vet on Saturday night????
Because my stupid effing cat has a hole in her belly.
The thing is, she got spayed on Monday. The vet says things like, "Keep her separated from the other animals," &, "Try to limit her activity."
Hahaha! Isn't he precious?
He's a lovely man, but he doesn't live with these cats. They are the Satan's spawn, of that I am sure.
And so, since Monday I've been giving Kiki her pain meds every morning & periodically looking at her inscision, which has looked good all week - despite the fact that she runs & jumps around the house like a ninja on a mission.
Then, at 11:30, things in our house were winding down. DJ & I were on our respective computers, when Kiki took her customary spot on my keyboard. When she rolled on her back I noticed that I could see inside her inscision, which was not cute at all.
So me, being the level headed girl that I am, started having what I can only assume to a panic attack. And DJ, my rock, offered these words of encouragement: We need to call the vet now because that's going to get infected.
Imagine how much worse that made the panic attack.
So my poor vet got the call. He called back right away & was very gracious about the whole thing. He assured me that she's not going to get gangrene & die tonight like I was convinced she would. He did suggest that I put, & a quote, "a little kitty t-shirt" on her to prevent her from licking it (ewww!) even more. That made me laugh, & snapped me out of panic attack mode.
Unfortunately, I don't have a little kitty t-shirt, or I would so make her wear it. Instead, I think I've got to buy her one of those cone collars tomorrow. I'm ok with any form of cat humiliation at this point, so the cone works for me.
Most unfortunately, however, is the fact that more of you don't live around me so I could refer you & your fur babies to the most patient, kind & wonderful vet there is. He's the best!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
And so it begins.
Just when I thought my cats were turning over a new leaf, I realized these are my cats we're talking about.
The cats who eat lettuce.
The cats who cry when doors are closed, only to turn & walk away when the door is opened.
The cats who try to dig through my sliding glass door because there are leaves blowing around on the deck.
I went to bed thinking, "You know, they've been pretty good with the Christmas tree so far."
And then I woke up this morning, to the tree leaning against the front window & the tree skirt mangled into a pile of red fabric.
Apparently, Wrestlemania was located right under the tree sometime during the night.
Sigh.
On a completely unrelated note, one of my lovely cousins went to see the new Harry Potter movie last night, & this was her reaction:
I love her.
The cats who eat lettuce.
The cats who cry when doors are closed, only to turn & walk away when the door is opened.
The cats who try to dig through my sliding glass door because there are leaves blowing around on the deck.
I went to bed thinking, "You know, they've been pretty good with the Christmas tree so far."
And then I woke up this morning, to the tree leaning against the front window & the tree skirt mangled into a pile of red fabric.
Apparently, Wrestlemania was located right under the tree sometime during the night.
Sigh.
On a completely unrelated note, one of my lovely cousins went to see the new Harry Potter movie last night, & this was her reaction:
I love her.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
The not so happy hostess!
DJ has a houseful of stinky boys over to play a Warhammer, a table top strategy game they all love. While I'm not exactly thrilled about them having their play date on a weekend that I have to work, such is life. As long as they don't let one of the pets out, I'm ok.
However, one of the stinky boys brought his girlfriend over - & this is creating some issues.
As I'm sure most of you know, I'm an animal love. My own pets are my babies, & I am as protective as a mama should be. So imagine my surprise when this woman that I've never met before walks into my house, looks at my dog - the dog who sleeps with me & who I literally have to hold when I come home from anywhere - & says, "There's my girl."
Now, I know better than anyone that I have a tendency to overreact to, well, everything. So even though the words made my skin crawl, I bit my tongue & decided to be polite. But it doesn't stop there...
She went on to tell me that when her boyfriend first brought her to the house, he informed her that the dog would just bark all night long. But she declared in the car that the dog wouldn't bark at here - & then she worked her dog whisperer magic on Ripley that evening. And guess what? No barking!
After that Ceasar Milan got more of a run for his money because she starting explaining all kinds of dog behaviors & what great personality traits she has. And (here's the best part) even started to tell me what my dog is thinking.
It's been a long time since I've been this angry. I know that most of you will think that this is totally ridiculous, & maybe it is. But this is my house, these are my pets & I don't need some crazy hippy that I don't even know spouting her wisdom.
So now I have two choices: leave an hour early for work & find something to do, or flip the fuck out.
I would love nothing more than to go off the deep end, but I know how hard DJ worked to coordinate this get together with my friends. And I know that he doesn't get to go out & spend time with them very often because of all the physical help he needs. So, I'm going to be the nice girlfriend & keep my feelings to myself.
I'm on my way to work.
However, one of the stinky boys brought his girlfriend over - & this is creating some issues.
As I'm sure most of you know, I'm an animal love. My own pets are my babies, & I am as protective as a mama should be. So imagine my surprise when this woman that I've never met before walks into my house, looks at my dog - the dog who sleeps with me & who I literally have to hold when I come home from anywhere - & says, "There's my girl."
Now, I know better than anyone that I have a tendency to overreact to, well, everything. So even though the words made my skin crawl, I bit my tongue & decided to be polite. But it doesn't stop there...
She went on to tell me that when her boyfriend first brought her to the house, he informed her that the dog would just bark all night long. But she declared in the car that the dog wouldn't bark at here - & then she worked her dog whisperer magic on Ripley that evening. And guess what? No barking!
After that Ceasar Milan got more of a run for his money because she starting explaining all kinds of dog behaviors & what great personality traits she has. And (here's the best part) even started to tell me what my dog is thinking.
It's been a long time since I've been this angry. I know that most of you will think that this is totally ridiculous, & maybe it is. But this is my house, these are my pets & I don't need some crazy hippy that I don't even know spouting her wisdom.
So now I have two choices: leave an hour early for work & find something to do, or flip the fuck out.
I would love nothing more than to go off the deep end, but I know how hard DJ worked to coordinate this get together with my friends. And I know that he doesn't get to go out & spend time with them very often because of all the physical help he needs. So, I'm going to be the nice girlfriend & keep my feelings to myself.
I'm on my way to work.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Meet Kiki
Shannon at Augmented Gem asked to see pictures of my new baby, & I'm not one to disappoint.
Here she is...
Here she is...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
The new addition.
The kitten is here. When I brought her home yesterday, I took her into the bedroom & opened the carrier door. She came right out & ran right to DJ. She hopped around the bed a little & did some sniffing, but then she was totally comfortable with us.
After a little while, we brought "the others" in one at a time.
First was the dog, who wants to be kitty's best friend. Well, she had never seen a dog before yesterday, so she growled & hissed & swatted...& then my pittbull ran away crying.
The boy was very cautious. He sat back & watched. When the baby wasn't looking, he tried to sneak in for a sniff. He got the growling/hissing treatment too, & he too turned & walked away.
Then we brought the girl in. They seemed ok. They were giving each other the stink-eye, but they were keeping their distance. But then, that all went to hell. Suddenly the girl started to hiss & growl & back out of the room.
We've been able to get the kitten out of hiding a few times. She likes the company of people, & loves to play with her toys. But when she does run into our other girl, it's more hissing & growling. She's not cornering the kitten or anything, but I think the noise she's making intimidates the little one.
All in all, I think the baby will be fine. They all just need a few more days to get adjusted.
Wish me luck!
After a little while, we brought "the others" in one at a time.
First was the dog, who wants to be kitty's best friend. Well, she had never seen a dog before yesterday, so she growled & hissed & swatted...& then my pittbull ran away crying.
The boy was very cautious. He sat back & watched. When the baby wasn't looking, he tried to sneak in for a sniff. He got the growling/hissing treatment too, & he too turned & walked away.
Then we brought the girl in. They seemed ok. They were giving each other the stink-eye, but they were keeping their distance. But then, that all went to hell. Suddenly the girl started to hiss & growl & back out of the room.
We've been able to get the kitten out of hiding a few times. She likes the company of people, & loves to play with her toys. But when she does run into our other girl, it's more hissing & growling. She's not cornering the kitten or anything, but I think the noise she's making intimidates the little one.
All in all, I think the baby will be fine. They all just need a few more days to get adjusted.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The suspense is killing me!
I went to visit the kittens today, & I fell in love.
Turns out there were two litters of kittens born about two weeks apart. Theschmuck lucky lady who took them in needed help, & a local shelter got her in touch with a couple who was willing to board some of them until adoption.
I went to the helpful couple's house today to see the little furballs. They only had one of the kittens that was up for adoption left. The Mr. was telling me how close he's gotten with this particular kitty. Just as he was telling me that she snuggles with him & sits on his lap, she came right on over to me & took a seat.
That was all it took.
The other kittens were brought over, & I visited with everyone. They were all melt your heart adorable, but as I kept watching Kitty #1 I knew it had to be her.
Unfortunately, I couldn't take her home today. : (
Her adoption was sponsored through a no kill cat shelter in the area, so I had to fill out an application. Not to mention this "free" kitten is going to cost me a pretty penny. But, I'm ok with that. She's got all of her shots & was tested for feline lukemia & AIDS.
The foster moms seemed pretty confident that getting approved wouldn't be an issue. We're hoping to get the green light tomorrow or Friday so that I can pick her up when I off Monday. I've been pretty bummed about having to work this weekend & miss my grandparent's anniversary party, so this will be a great pick-me-up!
I can't wait to bring her home & post some pictures so you can see her!
Turns out there were two litters of kittens born about two weeks apart. The
I went to the helpful couple's house today to see the little furballs. They only had one of the kittens that was up for adoption left. The Mr. was telling me how close he's gotten with this particular kitty. Just as he was telling me that she snuggles with him & sits on his lap, she came right on over to me & took a seat.
That was all it took.
The other kittens were brought over, & I visited with everyone. They were all melt your heart adorable, but as I kept watching Kitty #1 I knew it had to be her.
Unfortunately, I couldn't take her home today. : (
Her adoption was sponsored through a no kill cat shelter in the area, so I had to fill out an application. Not to mention this "free" kitten is going to cost me a pretty penny. But, I'm ok with that. She's got all of her shots & was tested for feline lukemia & AIDS.
The foster moms seemed pretty confident that getting approved wouldn't be an issue. We're hoping to get the green light tomorrow or Friday so that I can pick her up when I off Monday. I've been pretty bummed about having to work this weekend & miss my grandparent's anniversary party, so this will be a great pick-me-up!
I can't wait to bring her home & post some pictures so you can see her!
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