Welcome, News and a White Lie
Tue, Jan 12 2010 10:50
| Personal, Dorchester, Pets, Lyme's disease
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Things took an interesting turn at the doctors yesterday. He too was unsure if my neuropathy is related to early MS or the Lyme's. There are risks of blood clots and other things associated with a pict line so he's taking an experimental approach. He said guinea pig, but in light of yesterday's gerbil death I did not find that reassuring.
I'll be on a new oral antibiotic for two weeks and if the numbness goes away then it can be concluded it is related to Lyme's and then I need to get the pict line installed (following the theory that an IV treatment is more aggressive and effective than an oral one). But if the signs don't go away then I may be experiencing a stress related relapse of a new mild case of MS.
Come on Lyme's! ;-) I know in the big picture MS is not that bad. Lots of people have mild cases and it never progresses past that. It's not Cancer and it won't kill me. It's just one more autoimmune disease that I can live with, but will make life a bit more challenging at times on a personal level.
The Gerbil saga has some history to it. Before I address that I've had a whole bunch of new readers lately so I'd like to say Welcome! Pull up a chair and travel along with an inexperienced writer as she attempts to get a publishing contract. Will she succeed? Will she fail? Come along and see! There's a nifty counter on my site that keeps track of all sorts of fascinating data and since last Friday I went from 19 hits whenever I posted to now well over 60 each day!
Here's to hoping you enjoy what you read - maybe if you're a writer or a friend of one you can find something useful to share with them about what worked for me and what hasn't so far. And if you're researching me for a contest please stop by my personal website at http://www.cjellisson.com or the new blog I'm part of with some talented writers at http://wickedwriters.com. I'm excited with the new steps I've taken in the past few months and it feels like things are really coming together for me.
Now - on to the gerbil. Old readers of my blog know about the tragic first day of school here at my house. So many of you reached out on Facebook laughing and crying with me that day I won't be forgetting it any time soon. In light of that incident and that this is the second gerbil killed in our house my husband and I opted for a white lie.
I told my children when they got home from school that one of the connector tubes on Midnight's cage came off (true, it was on the floor) and that when I came down in the morning the library doors were open (another truth). I told them the gerbil was missing and possibly loose in the house. This may have been true the night before for a time, but obviously, that is where I lied.
My nine year old daughter then goes to the fridge to get a carrot and proceeds to wander through the house calling Midnight's name. I stopped her, explaining that unlike the cat and dogs the small gerbils don't answer when called. My son looks around the room and his eyes well up as he states "Why is it my gerbils keep getting killed and not my sister's?"
This is where I could have jumped in and told the unvarnished truth - that I found the stiff little body on my antique rug, that the fur was matted with dried saliva (which the first corpse in September never had) but otherwise unmarked, and the dogs won't met my eyes and keep lowering their bodies to the floor whenever they see me. But I didn't. I had four hours and fifteen minutes of sleep and was not at my best.
I hugged him and explained that the cat was wiley, that he did open the door, but that the door was open wide enough for the dogs to get in too. I explained that they are predators and they are only following instinct. I capped my nice little story up with the reiteration that Midnight has been an escape artist for months, that perhaps he was living in the walls but that if he wasn't this was a clear sign that we could NOT ever get another gerbil.
In the end he was accepting and what more can I ask? The little cage is on the floor with the door wide open in case Midnight gets hungry and finds his way back. Is this over? We'll talk some more when he gets home today and see. Sometimes the truth needs to be doled out to the person hearing it at a pace they can accept, not necessarily at what may be convenient to the person doling it out.
Off to get my new meds, do some girl scout cookie booth organizing for my service unit and put together some care packages for my nephews in Iraq and Afghanistan - I've been busy and neglecting my post office duties lately but I will catch up this week I promise!
Wishing all of you with gerbils a better week then the gerbils in our house have had!
C.J.
I'll be on a new oral antibiotic for two weeks and if the numbness goes away then it can be concluded it is related to Lyme's and then I need to get the pict line installed (following the theory that an IV treatment is more aggressive and effective than an oral one). But if the signs don't go away then I may be experiencing a stress related relapse of a new mild case of MS.
Come on Lyme's! ;-) I know in the big picture MS is not that bad. Lots of people have mild cases and it never progresses past that. It's not Cancer and it won't kill me. It's just one more autoimmune disease that I can live with, but will make life a bit more challenging at times on a personal level.
The Gerbil saga has some history to it. Before I address that I've had a whole bunch of new readers lately so I'd like to say Welcome! Pull up a chair and travel along with an inexperienced writer as she attempts to get a publishing contract. Will she succeed? Will she fail? Come along and see! There's a nifty counter on my site that keeps track of all sorts of fascinating data and since last Friday I went from 19 hits whenever I posted to now well over 60 each day!
Here's to hoping you enjoy what you read - maybe if you're a writer or a friend of one you can find something useful to share with them about what worked for me and what hasn't so far. And if you're researching me for a contest please stop by my personal website at http://www.cjellisson.com or the new blog I'm part of with some talented writers at http://wickedwriters.com. I'm excited with the new steps I've taken in the past few months and it feels like things are really coming together for me.
Now - on to the gerbil. Old readers of my blog know about the tragic first day of school here at my house. So many of you reached out on Facebook laughing and crying with me that day I won't be forgetting it any time soon. In light of that incident and that this is the second gerbil killed in our house my husband and I opted for a white lie.
I told my children when they got home from school that one of the connector tubes on Midnight's cage came off (true, it was on the floor) and that when I came down in the morning the library doors were open (another truth). I told them the gerbil was missing and possibly loose in the house. This may have been true the night before for a time, but obviously, that is where I lied.
My nine year old daughter then goes to the fridge to get a carrot and proceeds to wander through the house calling Midnight's name. I stopped her, explaining that unlike the cat and dogs the small gerbils don't answer when called. My son looks around the room and his eyes well up as he states "Why is it my gerbils keep getting killed and not my sister's?"
This is where I could have jumped in and told the unvarnished truth - that I found the stiff little body on my antique rug, that the fur was matted with dried saliva (which the first corpse in September never had) but otherwise unmarked, and the dogs won't met my eyes and keep lowering their bodies to the floor whenever they see me. But I didn't. I had four hours and fifteen minutes of sleep and was not at my best.
I hugged him and explained that the cat was wiley, that he did open the door, but that the door was open wide enough for the dogs to get in too. I explained that they are predators and they are only following instinct. I capped my nice little story up with the reiteration that Midnight has been an escape artist for months, that perhaps he was living in the walls but that if he wasn't this was a clear sign that we could NOT ever get another gerbil.
In the end he was accepting and what more can I ask? The little cage is on the floor with the door wide open in case Midnight gets hungry and finds his way back. Is this over? We'll talk some more when he gets home today and see. Sometimes the truth needs to be doled out to the person hearing it at a pace they can accept, not necessarily at what may be convenient to the person doling it out.
Off to get my new meds, do some girl scout cookie booth organizing for my service unit and put together some care packages for my nephews in Iraq and Afghanistan - I've been busy and neglecting my post office duties lately but I will catch up this week I promise!
Wishing all of you with gerbils a better week then the gerbils in our house have had!
C.J.
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New week and a Dead Gerbil
Mon, Jan 11 2010 08:02
| Personal, Dorchester, Pets, Lyme's disease
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I'm up early today because I've had a rough time sleeping lately - contrary to what some may think, it's not because of the past weekend. I need to move forward this week and revel in the fact that I've at least made second place in an incredibly grueling contest. No small feat and one that still leaves me shocked and a little shaken.
I've made some new friends and pissed off some people along the way and hey, that's just life. (And par for the course in my life if truth be told.)
The real reason I'm up early and can't sleep (and my dogs playing rough with pent up winter energy at 5:15 didn't help) is because this week starts the rounds of follow-up doctor visits.
Today I visit the infectious disease specialist to follow up on whether or not my Lyme's symptoms have returned. None of them seemed to have except one - the numbness in my fingers and toes. Will that be enough to make him think I need more treatment? I feel so much better than I did back in September, granted the stress lately has been crappy, but still so much better.
If the symptoms have returned I'll have to have a pict (sp? or pick?) line inserted in my arm and will have to undergo a self-administered 20-minute IV drip of serious antibiotics each day. The alternative is it's not Lyme's and it's early stages of multiple sclerosis. So while I'm not looking forward to a pict line it's much better than MS.
There is still so much doctors don't know that it's really hard to go to one appointment after another and have them all disagree. Two say MS and one says no. If the ID doc today doesn't think it's Lyme's the hematologist doctor suggests to do a second lumbar puncture and read my CSF results again. I'd rather not dwell on that particular hell today so I won't.
I meet with the neurologist again on Thursday as well - here's to hoping my latest MRI's and blood work give him the answers he needs to make a sound diagnosis. I'm also still waiting for a call back from the hematologist who ran a blood panel to see if I have more than just two auto immune diseases (EE and Celiac's.)
Ahh...and now to address what made my dogs go ape shit at 5:15 this morning. I cleaned up the evidence before getting my kids up for school but haven't quite figured out how to address the issue. I let Pete sleep in and I'll have to get his input. The cat (I think) somehow worked the eye hook off the latch on the library door - and I know it was latched b/c I check it every damn night - and killed my son's gerbil.
I joke about the little mini-rats being annoying, but I never would have wished a death like that on any child's pet - this isn't the wild, it's our home and the pet should have been safe here. My son hasn't been too enthralled with his gerbil lately but I don't think that will mean he won't be crushed. I need more coffee to figure out how to solve this one.
This week I plan on exercising, doing some yoga, working on The Hunt and staying off-line as much as I can.
How do I think things will turn out on Friday? I'm not sure. All the writers in the contest are talented. I'm clearly out of my league when it comes to experience with actual years spent writing when compared to all the other writers in the top ten - heck, even from all 21 of the semi-finalists. I clearly don't have a thick skin yet when it comes to accepting unprofessional behavior. I clearly don't have the connections within the industry and among my peers like most of my competitors do. But I'll get there in time.
What I do have is readers - and I thank every last one of you for being along for the ride. I never knew when I embarked on this distraction last spring that I could have come so far in such a short time. I never could have done it without all of you. Thank you for reminding me of what is important in life, thank you for helping me to rise above the pettiness I never knew was in store for me so soon, and thank you for picking me up when I'm down. To think I've earned all of this by just sharing my book with you leaves me with tears of gratitude. I look forward to meeting you one day at a book signing so I can thank you in person.
I've certainly come far in these 11 months from typing "Chapter One" -- and I'm glad to have you by my side as I move forward and get my book published. I've said it before but it bears repeating - there would be no book without you. I'm not some dedicated and driven writer who is pushed by demons in my head to get my words down on paper. Nope.
I'm just a regular person floundering to make good choices and who sometimes steps wrong - a person with a love of books and Urban Fantasy who had a neat idea in her head. So what are your dreams? If you dare to dream about writing keep in mind that if I can do it so can you.
May your week be filled with good news, good friends and good food - you'll all be in my thoughts,
C.J.
I've made some new friends and pissed off some people along the way and hey, that's just life. (And par for the course in my life if truth be told.)
The real reason I'm up early and can't sleep (and my dogs playing rough with pent up winter energy at 5:15 didn't help) is because this week starts the rounds of follow-up doctor visits.
Today I visit the infectious disease specialist to follow up on whether or not my Lyme's symptoms have returned. None of them seemed to have except one - the numbness in my fingers and toes. Will that be enough to make him think I need more treatment? I feel so much better than I did back in September, granted the stress lately has been crappy, but still so much better.
If the symptoms have returned I'll have to have a pict (sp? or pick?) line inserted in my arm and will have to undergo a self-administered 20-minute IV drip of serious antibiotics each day. The alternative is it's not Lyme's and it's early stages of multiple sclerosis. So while I'm not looking forward to a pict line it's much better than MS.
There is still so much doctors don't know that it's really hard to go to one appointment after another and have them all disagree. Two say MS and one says no. If the ID doc today doesn't think it's Lyme's the hematologist doctor suggests to do a second lumbar puncture and read my CSF results again. I'd rather not dwell on that particular hell today so I won't.
I meet with the neurologist again on Thursday as well - here's to hoping my latest MRI's and blood work give him the answers he needs to make a sound diagnosis. I'm also still waiting for a call back from the hematologist who ran a blood panel to see if I have more than just two auto immune diseases (EE and Celiac's.)
Ahh...and now to address what made my dogs go ape shit at 5:15 this morning. I cleaned up the evidence before getting my kids up for school but haven't quite figured out how to address the issue. I let Pete sleep in and I'll have to get his input. The cat (I think) somehow worked the eye hook off the latch on the library door - and I know it was latched b/c I check it every damn night - and killed my son's gerbil.
I joke about the little mini-rats being annoying, but I never would have wished a death like that on any child's pet - this isn't the wild, it's our home and the pet should have been safe here. My son hasn't been too enthralled with his gerbil lately but I don't think that will mean he won't be crushed. I need more coffee to figure out how to solve this one.
This week I plan on exercising, doing some yoga, working on The Hunt and staying off-line as much as I can.
How do I think things will turn out on Friday? I'm not sure. All the writers in the contest are talented. I'm clearly out of my league when it comes to experience with actual years spent writing when compared to all the other writers in the top ten - heck, even from all 21 of the semi-finalists. I clearly don't have a thick skin yet when it comes to accepting unprofessional behavior. I clearly don't have the connections within the industry and among my peers like most of my competitors do. But I'll get there in time.
What I do have is readers - and I thank every last one of you for being along for the ride. I never knew when I embarked on this distraction last spring that I could have come so far in such a short time. I never could have done it without all of you. Thank you for reminding me of what is important in life, thank you for helping me to rise above the pettiness I never knew was in store for me so soon, and thank you for picking me up when I'm down. To think I've earned all of this by just sharing my book with you leaves me with tears of gratitude. I look forward to meeting you one day at a book signing so I can thank you in person.
I've certainly come far in these 11 months from typing "Chapter One" -- and I'm glad to have you by my side as I move forward and get my book published. I've said it before but it bears repeating - there would be no book without you. I'm not some dedicated and driven writer who is pushed by demons in my head to get my words down on paper. Nope.
I'm just a regular person floundering to make good choices and who sometimes steps wrong - a person with a love of books and Urban Fantasy who had a neat idea in her head. So what are your dreams? If you dare to dream about writing keep in mind that if I can do it so can you.
May your week be filled with good news, good friends and good food - you'll all be in my thoughts,
C.J.
Gerbil update: One dead, One lame, One missing
Wow, it's the first day of school and all I can say is that I really thought it'd be different. I anticipated the early wake-up. The weather was forecasted for rain. The kids had all their supplies ready. This would be a great day for writing and getting ready for my mom's birthday dinner. Which I cancelled from yesterday due to the gerbil trauma in the house.
My kids have saved up all summer to buy the cage and all the supplies needed for gerbils. The cage stood empty for weeks while they saved enough to buy the little brothers. You have to purchase gerbils that are the same sex and from the same litter in order for them to get along. If not, you either have babies or fights.
Cookie and Ninja, as named by my eight and six year olds, settled in for their first night on Saturday. Sunday morning I noticed the cage was pushed a little to the back of the kid-height table and that the back was hanging off the edge. Realizing the cat took an interest in the little guys, we opt to move their home to my work space - the library (our formal living was converted last year to a library, b/c who uses a formal living room anymore?).
That night we slide the pocket doors in the room closed, so that the cat can't get in. Monday morning comes and we come downstairs at 7:45 to find the cage is smashed on my antique hand-made Peking rug. Ninja's body was found by Pete (with the kids not nearby) on the foyer rug, possibly carried there by Sasuke (our cat). Cookie is missing.
While I clean up the bedding, the food, and repair the cage, Rocket (one of our dogs) finds the missing Cookie behind a cabinet. We shoo the dogs away and pick up Cookie to return to his cage. At this point we break the news to my son that Ninja didn't make it. I spin the tail that he bravely distracted Sasuke so Cookie could hide. My six year old finds a measure of comfort that Ninja died so that his brother other could live.
The rest of my day is spent now searching for a gerbil on the phone (b/c the pet store nearby is sold out), driving to get another cage and the new pet with my kids, returning to set the whole thing up only to find the new cage is deeper than the first and won't fit on the shelf. Pete is installing eye hooks in our solid wood pocket doors so that the cat can't get in again.
I set the new cage up so the new little guy can get out of the cardboard box and then we drive back to the store to get a narrower cage. My son is thrilled with his new all-black beautiful gerbil. Yes, for those of you that have seen my pets in pictures, this makes our fourth black pet in the household (what are the odds?).
Apparently I did not re-build the first cage well in my haste. The tube on the side that leads to a top look-out area fell off and Cookie escapes while I'm cooking dinner. Rocket and Astro were in the library and Rocket gleefully takes chase. But he doesn't try to hurt it, amazingly enough. I run from the kitchen to calls the dogs away and then retrieve the scared gerbil. I repair the cage and watch the little guy for a bit to see how he is. He's holding up his back leg and favoring it. Did this happen when the cat knocked off the cage or when the tube fell? Poor Cookie, things are not looking good.
We lock the eye-hooks on the doors at night and the kids happily go off to bed for the first day of school today.
Today dawns dark and early at 6:30 a.m. Pete and I still aren't quite awake yet as the kids gleefully run downstairs to have breakfast. I decide to open the library doors up to ensure fresh air circulates and I don't have gerbil stench while trying to work. What do my bleary eyes encounter? The NEW cage is knocked off the shelf. Bedding is everywhere and there is no sign of the new gerbil.
My eyes dart to the second doorway in the dining room, which stands open about four inches. The cat must have worked his paw under the doors and wiggled them back and forth enough to jar the eye hook off it's catch! I close everything up and shut off the lights so the kids don't see. We proceed to get ready for the day and no one talks about the cage (my initial outraged scream has of course alerted everyone, but we hushed the kids up and redirected them to breakfast).
So now, here I sit, at my desk. Shocked and attempting to drink coffee and think. The first floor of the house has been searched. The new gerbil has not been found.
Do I rush out and buy yet another gerbil? Do the pet stores talk to each other and will I be banned from another purchase? Did the cat take the gerbil outside through the pet door and kill him outside (in the rain)? Is the gerbil hiding somewhere safe in the library RIGHT NOW or is it dead and going to start stinking?
I'm off to start my work day and then try to find the little guy. This is one of those things were if you don't laugh you'll cry, but good god, I can't take the drama! Could it get any worse?
C.J.
UPDATE: While on the phone with a friend I FOUND the new gerbil - safe and sound!! It's back in it's cage and my poor son won't have to deal with another dead gerbil. Yay!!!
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Shock Collar on a Staffordshire - will it work?
I have two beautiful Staffordshire Bull Terriers. I love these dogs, but I always keep in mind one important thing: they are dogs. These are not kids I can reason with and no matter how hard I try, I will fall short of being as good as Cesar Milan when it comes to dog training.
Now, don't get me wrong. I spent a ton of time training these dogs and they are terrific little beasties. My dream is to have them both pass their CGC's (canine good citizenship test) and then their TDI exams (therapy dog international). I live near Walter Reed and I'd like nothing better than to take the little buggers in to visit our recovering soldiers.
Aside from them being great with kids, the elderly, strangers, every nationality under the sun and even other dogs - I want the one pup, Rocket, to stop barking when he is in the yard. Cesar will tell me to exercise them. Pete runs them 3 miles every morning. Cesar will say to master the walk. I've had an 18 month old toddler walk him and he didn't misbehave. Cesar may suggest I need to 'own' the yard. Aside from peeing in it, I've done just about everything I can think of when he misbehaves in the yard to 'own' the yard.
Here's the real rub - Rocket is a 'fraidy pup. He barks (in the yard, when he's alone with Astro) when something gets his attention, when he sees a stranger or when a neighbor lets their dog loose - or when the wind blows wrong. He's like the boy that cried wolf, we no longer trust his bark means anything. Astro barks and we come running (she has us trained well). Sporadically Rocket's good, but not all the time. And his bark is really deep and loud. He sounds much bigger than his 42lbs.
We just put in doggie doors. So the pups (I call them pups, but they are two years old) can go outside when they have to and use the area of the yard they have been trained to use (yes, I trained them where to go potty in the yard, and about 75% of the time it works - you can be damn sure it works when I'm out there watching).
So, here we are now. A few weeks after the dog door is installed and the barky pup decides its great to go outside to bark whenever the urge strikes. If I or Pete follow him outside and correct the behavior, he stops. If we call him in, he comes running and he stops barking. But at 6:00 on a Saturday morning, he is not our favorite pup, nope, not by a long shot.
Hence, the new development - The Shock Collar. Just got it on him today. His partner in crime, Astro, thinks it's a chew toy conveniently on her buddy's neck and I've caught her twice now trying to 'help' him out of it. I shooed Rocket outside and did get to use it once on him (it's by remote control).
It worked! On level two (it goes to ten), which I did test up to level five on myself first and it's not bad at all. Now the only hope is that Astro doesn't destroy the $135 gadget before I have a chance for the gentle correction to sink into Rocket's bark happy brain.
The evil person that lurks inside me that itches to strap a device like this to her children when they refuse to listen is securely under control. But damn, it is tempting.
"Time for bed."
"What? I don't want to go to bed. It's not that late. It's not even dark out."
"It's not fair, you're a mean mom for making us go to bed now. My show isn't over yet."
Zap! *picture children doing a happy little involuntary body jerk
"I said 'it's time for bed'."
"Yes, mom."
Ah, sweeter words were never spoken.
Now, don't get me wrong. I spent a ton of time training these dogs and they are terrific little beasties. My dream is to have them both pass their CGC's (canine good citizenship test) and then their TDI exams (therapy dog international). I live near Walter Reed and I'd like nothing better than to take the little buggers in to visit our recovering soldiers.
Aside from them being great with kids, the elderly, strangers, every nationality under the sun and even other dogs - I want the one pup, Rocket, to stop barking when he is in the yard. Cesar will tell me to exercise them. Pete runs them 3 miles every morning. Cesar will say to master the walk. I've had an 18 month old toddler walk him and he didn't misbehave. Cesar may suggest I need to 'own' the yard. Aside from peeing in it, I've done just about everything I can think of when he misbehaves in the yard to 'own' the yard.
Here's the real rub - Rocket is a 'fraidy pup. He barks (in the yard, when he's alone with Astro) when something gets his attention, when he sees a stranger or when a neighbor lets their dog loose - or when the wind blows wrong. He's like the boy that cried wolf, we no longer trust his bark means anything. Astro barks and we come running (she has us trained well). Sporadically Rocket's good, but not all the time. And his bark is really deep and loud. He sounds much bigger than his 42lbs.
We just put in doggie doors. So the pups (I call them pups, but they are two years old) can go outside when they have to and use the area of the yard they have been trained to use (yes, I trained them where to go potty in the yard, and about 75% of the time it works - you can be damn sure it works when I'm out there watching).
So, here we are now. A few weeks after the dog door is installed and the barky pup decides its great to go outside to bark whenever the urge strikes. If I or Pete follow him outside and correct the behavior, he stops. If we call him in, he comes running and he stops barking. But at 6:00 on a Saturday morning, he is not our favorite pup, nope, not by a long shot.
Hence, the new development - The Shock Collar. Just got it on him today. His partner in crime, Astro, thinks it's a chew toy conveniently on her buddy's neck and I've caught her twice now trying to 'help' him out of it. I shooed Rocket outside and did get to use it once on him (it's by remote control).
It worked! On level two (it goes to ten), which I did test up to level five on myself first and it's not bad at all. Now the only hope is that Astro doesn't destroy the $135 gadget before I have a chance for the gentle correction to sink into Rocket's bark happy brain.
The evil person that lurks inside me that itches to strap a device like this to her children when they refuse to listen is securely under control. But damn, it is tempting.
"Time for bed."
"What? I don't want to go to bed. It's not that late. It's not even dark out."
"It's not fair, you're a mean mom for making us go to bed now. My show isn't over yet."
Zap! *picture children doing a happy little involuntary body jerk
"I said 'it's time for bed'."
"Yes, mom."
Ah, sweeter words were never spoken.
Crashing back to real life
I had a great day yesterday and I'm really excited with the progress and plan I have to move forward. Today, well, we'll see. I'm seriously not liking the new kitten. He's 10 months old and NO comparison to my dearly departed Fozie.
I swear, that freakin cat wakes me up one more time when it is still dark out and I'm going to throw him out into the street. I'm not a 5:30 a.m. type of person and I don't think I can take it anymore. In order to avoid snapping his little neck, I think I'm going to start locking him in a room with his litter box and food at night.
All I can say is, it was quite fitting to rework the chapter I posted today where Vivian locks away the dark power within herself. I felt like that this morning, never in my life have I felt so close to ending the existence of a furry little ball of fluff.
I'd like to write more today - I feel like I'm on a roll and things are flowing really well. BUT, reality rears its ugly head. There is laundry that needs to be done, bills to pay, a house to clean and errands to run. And that is just the beginning; then there's dinner to make, phone calls to place, more doctor visits to schedule and various kids activities after school.
I'd like to run away, kick the cat on my way out, wave a magic wand and have all the work magically done. Since hell hasn't frozen over, I know I won't be that lucky. Off to start the laundry and avoid the cat. I'm a bitch without sleep and he's living on borrowed time today.
I think he needs a new home, finding out that I'm allergic to him has certainly given me a good reason! Would anyone like a cat?
I swear, that freakin cat wakes me up one more time when it is still dark out and I'm going to throw him out into the street. I'm not a 5:30 a.m. type of person and I don't think I can take it anymore. In order to avoid snapping his little neck, I think I'm going to start locking him in a room with his litter box and food at night.
All I can say is, it was quite fitting to rework the chapter I posted today where Vivian locks away the dark power within herself. I felt like that this morning, never in my life have I felt so close to ending the existence of a furry little ball of fluff.
I'd like to write more today - I feel like I'm on a roll and things are flowing really well. BUT, reality rears its ugly head. There is laundry that needs to be done, bills to pay, a house to clean and errands to run. And that is just the beginning; then there's dinner to make, phone calls to place, more doctor visits to schedule and various kids activities after school.
I'd like to run away, kick the cat on my way out, wave a magic wand and have all the work magically done. Since hell hasn't frozen over, I know I won't be that lucky. Off to start the laundry and avoid the cat. I'm a bitch without sleep and he's living on borrowed time today.
I think he needs a new home, finding out that I'm allergic to him has certainly given me a good reason! Would anyone like a cat?