Good moves

It's Sunday morning, I'm waking up...

I slept in until about 13 minutes ago. Figures. I've had a long weekend. After the couch deal, I lost and/or had my wallet stolen on Friday. The last night I had a rough conversation.

There was a lot of fun too, but I just felt tired about everything today, so I chose to not get up until now.

Maybe church will be better.

Apparently not a bad decision

So I came home early today (thanks to M for the ride) and I checked on the newly grounded kitties. I was half expecting them to have found something to rip into. I was so totally wrong. I opened the door, and they had both found happy new sleeping places. We sat together, I gave them some love and then I got a few great pics of the littles ones.

And this is why it's impossible for me to completely hate them.

Last kitty hair

So, tonight I noticed the very thing I did not want to see...the cats have gotten to my couch. The entire bottom netting has be ripped and there are some small, but annoying claw marks on the front of the couch. Argh! Yes, they are small, but in principle, it's the last thing I wanted. I haven't finished paying for my couch yet! And they've gotten my curtains, my shelves, my potted plant and my imitation leather chair. The couch was too much.

They are currently locked in the freshly stripped bare bathroom. (With a blanket, food, water and litter box). This is their new home when I'm asleep or not home.

Sigh. Cute cats, but a little bit psycho.

A rotten day with a peaceful end

Nothing went right again today. Most of my colleagues were cranky pants too. It's kinda too bad. Oh well. At least my girl time with the neighbourinos was totally awesome.

Yay to girls. Yay to girl prayers. Yay to God.

Tantrum Smantrum

Ugh.

Today didn't start out well. I fell asleep with my contact lenses in. I woke up with them stuck to my totally blood shot eyes. Then I had to clean up after the kittens. I don't think I'll ever get used to having to sweep up kitty litter every morning and night. Then I showered. Seem ok so far, right? Yeah, gets worse...

I sit down on my bed. The bed frame shifts and my boxspring hit the floor. So did I. GAH! I very noisily start to try and fix this issue. I have to pull off the mattress, I move the boxspring. Can I feel any worse? I'm already overtired and feeling frustrated. I take a minute to check my computer - what??? It's not recognizing the internet/my airport express hardware anymore. Shit! I can't handle it. I call Rachel and get the number for Apple. I find out I'm on set up. GAH!

I start to yell and scream. Today sucks. The first Mac help guy does nothing because I don't have the purchase date on hand. I yell at him and practically hang up. I take a minute, find the date and call back. I get Sam. Sam helps me fix the issue. I thank him. I fix my bed and clean my room. I breathe.

What tantrum?

Breakfast of champions

This morning I woke up, kinda tired, but smiling after a great evening out at the Drake with M and his crew. (Happy birthday Kenneth, and props to BK for organizing). I rolled out of bed, played with the now tamer kitties, and then shower and headed out for breakfast with Kevin, Adam and Alain. So random but so much fun!

Turns out the boys had a really crazy night last night too - the most of which was apparent by the lovely look to Adam's face this morning. Seems he threw up and threw down all in the name of JD. Hahaha! So hilarious! Breakfast was good - good conversation about life, politics and making a difference in the world. Really appreciated. It's good to know that there is conversation out there that isn't just about relationships and poo.

Trying out a new look

It's been a year, and I've upgraded my blogger account, so why not make it look different.

Cheers.

Adventures in Kittysitting

As of this past Friday, I have been babysitting my friend Shawn's cats. They are two adorable tabbies - both male and moderately sized. Really gorgeous. But yes, they have been an adventure indeed. You see, a little while ago I agreed to help Shawn out while he's in Cuba by taking his cats here at my place. I'd only met them once before, but I mean, seriously, how hard could this be? Well, I've learned it's a lot of fun, but it's a real adventure too!

It's been two days since Shawn dropped the kittens off, and I've barely seen them. The one, Muffin, likes to hide so I expected that. The second, Shanks, is a little more curious, but also has been mostly MIA. Tonight when I got back from FT and a movie, I found Shanks walking around and we shared a moment - he purred and let me pet him, aww...However, I did notice something else the minute I walked in - a new not so nice acrid smell of cat. Eww! One or both of the cats had sprayed in my bathroom and the smell was overwhelming. Not cool. So, what does this mean? Well, internet research (ie Googling) suggests they aren't comfortable here yet and they are trying to make the best of their stress. Makes sense, but me no likey the smell! Further reading suggest that cats are apt to spray bedding, etc and I'm so no down with that. So I opted to bar the kitties out of my bedroom. Easier said than done.

I managed to get both kittens into my living room area, that was fine, until I noticed one thing - Muffin was unusually MIA, as in I couldn't spot him anywhere. Not cool. Finally I spied him - he was stuck between the wall and radiator under my window - the one radiator that is encased in wood! AHHH! It was a this point I began to panick! I couldn't leave him there all night! He was stuck! So here I am at 11:15 at night, with a cat behind stuck in a hot spot. So, I called for reinforcements - my lovely neighbourino, Johanna. She came over and between the two of us, we dismantled my shelfing and the wooden casing on the radiator enough so that we could pull Muffin free. He of course was scared shitless and spilt, totally ripping my hand with his claw! Ugh.

What an adventure. Good news is the cats are both safe - Muffin has since let me pet him and hold him, and Shanks has been hanging out and cleaning himself (which Jo says is a sign he's comfortable). Sigh - here's holding out for the next adventure, and here's to learning not to sleep the whole night through anymore.

Kitty steps.

Piecemeal

Ever take yourself too seriously?

I think I have been lately. Maybe. It's just funny. I read things like my post from yesterday, something I wrote in a rather melodramatic moment, and I wonder what people must thing when reading my blog. Really. Are they afraid I'm a little "too intense"? It's hard to say. I mean, this blog is really just a projection of thoughts and musings - a means to express to the world. Sometimes it's just a nice little amusing diary of crap. That's what a diary is really - crap. (Thanks Bridget Jones). Who knows.

Maybe not of this is "real". Who knows. Would I sit here and express everything like this in conversation, and if I did would people care to hear it? So people care to read it? And if so, what is the effect?

Mostly it's just funny because blogging is a snapshot of thoughts. It's little rants about whatever and well, yes, they can be weighted, but they aren't everything. They aren't the whole picture. They are little pieces of piecemeal that are carted off with the eyes. They are a dusty window, but not a door to the soul.

If you really wanna know me, just ask me.

And that is all I have to say about that.

(Oh, and M, yes, this was inspired by our convo, but not in a bad way). :)

Overwhelmed/Sabotage

Tonight I'm feeling a little emotional and overwhelmed.

It's not something that easy to explain, other than it relates to a tough moment of having to face something I hate to admit: I need something.

That may sound simply enough to admit, but this isn't just something flippant I am saying. This is an incredibly stubborn and proud person, who loves to solve every little problem, and love to be "fine" saying, nay screaming - I need something, I cannot do this right by me or even by God. I am broken.

Ugh - even what I am writing is too cryptic to even really make sense - sorry readers. I'm trying to find a balance between expressing my inner thoughts and keeping myself from blurting out certain things I should keep to myself into the virtual world.

Tonight, or this weekend rather, I had a couple of different things happen to me. Most of them were good - most of them involved a slight change of heart - things that have touched my jaded/scarred heart and have said "Yes, there are truly amazing things out there - things you DESERVE. The desires of your heart are not wrong." Things like having a true best Christian girl friend, having a weekend with new and old friends, having an awesome learning moment with God. All great things.

So why am I feeling so overwhelmed and that I'm not sure what to do with myself? Am I running scared from being loved? Am I cheating myself with ingrained wordly thoughts that are telling me that I don't deserve these things? Am I simply being sabotaged by the Dark?

I don't know. No, that's not true. I do know in some ways. God help me, but I do. And what I don't know He will show me...but still...

I've been set to thinking about the ugly/dark things in me that have come bubbling to the surface this past little while. Emotions and hurt that are related to present circumstances, past circumstances, and worst of all childhood circumstances. You know what I mean - we all have them - little knotches or scars to wounds that we nurse/hide/heal in our hearts and minds. I see them building up into a wall around me and I am feeling like I am screaming from one side to the other. I see the light through the cracks and I want over or around this, but I am just not strong enough.

Sabotage.

But the major thing is that I do see the light. I am fully faithful that if I hack at this wall long enough it will fall down because this is God's will. I don't deserve God's grace and love, but yet this makes me a person all the more in need of it. I am want nothing else that to be the woman I am in Christ.

Prayer.

Until I am, world, please be careful with me. I'm just not that strong sometimes.

More mice madness

Sometimes there are things in life you should just continue to be blissfully unaware of. Like fecal matter on your toothbrush (see this episode of Mythbusters) or that your comforter in a hotel room probably wasn't washed between hotel guests. Again, these are not things you want to think about.

Well, I stumbled upon a situation like that this weekend. I hate originally come home on Saturday night to get a good night of sleep. I simply thought to a couple of quick household chores before bed, the major one being cleaning up and moving the mouse poison I have set out in my kitchen seeing as this week I am set to babysit two lovely kitties in my home. I don't want to poison them. Makes sense, right? Well....

In this little clean up, I stumbled on a very nasty thing - the real home of the last set of mice in my house. It seems they no longer liked the original cupboard they were in, and moved across to the other one in my kitchen (the one sans food) and they seem to have been having a party. My shopping bag collection was sitting on top of the largest amount of mouse feces I have ever wished to see in my life. Eww. And the worst of it - a dead baby mouse. So, not only had they camped there, they breeded there, and shat there. Double eww.

Now, I am not a squimish person - I am not afraid of mice - dead or alive. I am, however, distincly opposed to living in a ferocious festering fecal forms. In other words, I don't wanna live in shit. So I cleaned. And cleaned, and disinfected, and poisoned, and cleaned and moved the fridge and cleaned (shudder to more poo)...all ending just after 1 am. Ugh. Only to find mouse poo near my garbage can in my bedroom!

YAAAAAAAARGH!

What an adventure. I just hope these cats are mousers.

Boo to being sick

I'm donating my lungs to the gods of bacterial infections.

No fun.

Especially the awful sounding coughing and sore nose.

No fun infinity.