On this Wed. I send you an Irish Holiday blessing: May your day be filled with blessings.Like the sun that lights the sky, And may you always have the courage To spread your wings and fly.
I had a witty grandma quote to share this morning. Life had other plans. This is the exact message I left on the voicemail of my veterinarian's phone at 4:15ish: "Hi, Carol. This is Julia. My number is (_____). My dimwit had another genius moment. She has cuts in her mouth, I think she's got to go in. I looked in my books...surprisingly, there isn't a first aid section for, "My idiot cat has contousions in her mouth from biting a decorative knife for reasons unknown." I gave her a few tablespoons of vanilla icecream to ice it. Give me a call." So, I took the aforementioned dimwit in, and my Christmas present was having the entire office laugh hysterically. My vet told me he couldn't really do anything, "except maybe stitch her mouth shut." I was told my moron would be fine, and they sent me home. Persephone is fine...the white lace table runner sustained fatal damage. And I'm sitting here wondering if anyone believes my tales of my adventures with the stupidest cat EVER. Have a fantastic day!
Tuesday brings you good wishes and the thought: The biggest challenge in life is to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else.
Starting this Monday remember this: If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place! Go get what you want!
My grandmother is one of my greatest role models in life. The woman is 87, and in the last two years, has had both her knees replaced, a massive great attack that resulted in a triple bypass, and she fell and broke her hip, and had that replaced. I was there to drive her home from rehab when she bluntly refused a walker, and would only take a cane. I was also there when she tossed the cane into the bushes as we left the rehab center, saying she didn't need that silly thing. I can only hope, when I'm nearly ninety, I can say I have that kind of spunk and spirit. Let her be a role model for all of us. Have a great day!
I was out doing Christmas shopping yesterday, braving the department store insanity. As usual, people thought I was a bit nuts. Not because of my corset; but because I broke into hysterics when a version of christmas song, "Santa Baby," came on - the version sung by a guy. This yanked me back to high school chorus, where the WOMEN'S show choir was performing that song. That didn't stop one of my male friends from running onstage during the performance, wearing that "sexy santa" women's lengerie (red silk, write fur...NOT THE UNIFORM OF THE CHOIR), garters, heels and all, prancing around and singing the song. He got in serious trouble, but I still laugh about it today! Have a laugh today!
How to tell when your neat and tidy nature has turned to OCD. And, when your OCD has turned into absolute insanity. When having an employer/teacher/mentor to your house for the first time, a neat freak will do the serious cleaning the night before, buy a coffee cake, and beverage, and do touch ups in the morning. An OCD neat freak wakes up early the morning of the visits, and cleans everything again. And an INSANE neat freak wakes up at 5:00 a.m, vaccuums again, carpet cleans, showers, vaccuums again, spot cleans the carpet, dries with a hair dryer, vaccuums one more time, because you're certain you still see cat fur. And then showers again, because you got sweaty again. Repeat madness with every other household chore. I inherited mine from my beloved grandma. Thanks, grandma! The punch line: it was my new sensei coming over. And, after my 8+ hours of combined insane cleaning of a house that was already clean to start, came in, looked around, and said, "Wow...you have a really nice house. But it scares the SH*T out of me!" Haha; have a great day!
Feline Physics 101: Your seven pound cat, being neither solid, liquid, nor gas, can and will expand to occupy all but a six by six inch square of your queen sized bed. Feline Behaviors 101: The aforementioned cat, regarding you only as "food dispenser," really does expect you to sleep on the floor. Have a great Wednesday!
Yesterday, I accidentally infuriated an obsessed Twilight fangirl. I told her, "I didn't hate Twilight, but I would have liked it a lot more if, "the greatest love story EVER," wasn't literally built on the sole foundation of, "you LITERALLY smell good enough to eat." I thought she was going to take a swing at me...but I stand by my totally valid point. Just a random thought for the day. Have a great day!
