I call the shelter at 2pm today to find out if Sergei is, indeed, ready to come home tonight – then God willing, will be picking him up at 4:30 p.m. today. Such a nice mom am I, that I am giving him a playtoy on his first night in his new home.
Stay tuned for pictures and updates!
Today I went to PAWS to check out the kitties and sadly, the pretty girl and I did not match up as well as I’d hoped. Apparently she’d been a stray and she must have been out on the streets for a while because she was very stringy and very thin. She was also not quite the personality I’d been hoping for.
So Kris (my friend who took me there) and I started from square one. One feisty boy kept drawing my attention but he was already spoken for – however in one of the lower cages there was almost his exact twin – about one month younger, who was lazing about in his bed. After some coaxing he came forward and I asked to meet him in a separate room.
He’s perfect, folks. He curled right up in my arms and laid his head right down in the palm of my hand – and just stayed there. When I lifted him a bit he stretched out and put his head on my shoulder – and he is a purrrrrmobile. Apparently he’d been left at the shelter in their outside box a few days before. He’s intelligent too – he knew exactly what was happening when they came in to take him back to the cage (he has to be checked out by the vet on Monday then I pick him up Monday afternoon).
He’s perfect. Meet Sergei.
Isn’t she cute? I am praying that she will be there on Saturday when I go to pick a kitty from the local shelter. I saw her picture on their website and just.. knew! I just really hope she’ll be there.
And it is now coming up on bat season. Last year I had an .. episode with a bat – two bats in fact. Late last summer I woke up one evening to the sound of flapping. Opening my eyes I was astounded to find that there was a very large bat flying around my bedroom.
I stayed up all night with all the lights on and a broom clutched tightly but after my severe screaming the bat stayed hidden.
The next night, as I was sitting at the computer with my headset on, the bat decided to make a reappearance just as I was pressing my “push-to-talk” button and chatting with some friends – it landed on my head, folks. I screamed into my microphone and took off from the computer chair, and.. remember? headset was on – so I ended up dragging my computer tower across the floor a few good feet before I realized what was happening.
So this year I will be armed with my broom, hopefully a fixed window within the next few weeks, and a cat. Between the three of us I hope to defend myself through another season of bats.
And finally – sign up on Twitter! My username is Benz1966 so add my to your friends list. As of right now I just have Chris as my friend, and that makes me feel quite pitiful =( (Not that you make me feel pitiful Chris.. it’s just, you know!)
Cold is almost over and I have an appetite again!
On a side note – friend of mine just showed me this picture and for some reason I find it totally hilarious.
Thursday I had a bit of tightness in my lung area and knew I was coming down with something. I’ve been taking my vitamins and drinking oj every day like a good girl so I had hoped it wouldn’t hit me hard. No appetite around dinner – just drank gatorade and water.
Friday the cough started and the tightness got even tighter, but it was still livable. Still no appetite, lots of gatorade and water.
Saturday the coughing was non-stop and my voice lowered about an octave. Still no appetite, lots of gatorade and water (Yay for Kroger’s having a 10 for $10 sale on Gatorade)
Sunday I couldn’t speak. Which was a blessing because my voice at the end of Saturday sounded like a bullfrog. Still no appetite. At this point I hadn’t eaten since Thursday evening. Lots of liquids though!
Monday I couldn’t breathe – and here I thought the worst was over. Got sent back home from work and spent the day just trying to breathe. Still no appetite but managed a piece of toast last night. At this point I’ve switched to Powerade because I’m tired of Gatorade flavors!
And now it’s Tuesday – my voice is back up to a croak, and I’ve been addressed as my boss a few times. Now the congestion is hitting my head and it feels like a balloon is about to burst inside.
I would give anything to have me back again!
It’s Friday, March 16, 2007 at 3:31 p.m. CST.
It’s now 3:32 p.m. Welcome to one minute of my personal sick life. 1 1/2 hours to go before I can go home and gasp for air in my bed.
I’ve been taking piano lessons from Dr. Ed Kaizer at Bradley University in Peoria, Illinois. Ten years ago this year I took my first senior semester off and went to work at Disneyworld in their College Program.
This turned out to be the first step in not finishing up my degree in Piano Performance. Since that time I’ve been through some rough ups and downs in my life and battled serious depression – and still am battling. One of the traps I fall into at my lowest low, which I have been at for the last several months, is that I make my life around me comfortable and then I fall into it and emerge years later only to live through the same experience again.
This time I’m not going to let several years pass me by. So I’m looking into going back to school, possibly as early as this fall. I don’t know how the finances will work, how the job situation will work, or if the idea is even remotely possible. That much will be left up to God, so I’m not fretting about it.
In the meantime I am focusing hard now on preparing for an audition, I am taking the gaming in my life and using it to further a relationship with Alec (who just purchased a new Dell computer that makes me drool with envy), and to a lesser extent, Ethan and Evan. (How wierd is it that I hardly know those two younger boys when I was so close to all of my other siblings. They have incredible personalities and wonderful sense of humor (senses?). I guess that’s the downfall of being the oldest of nine with a twenty year gap between myself and Evan. But now they are like undiscovered gems of books that you get to read for the first time.)
Meggan turned 26 yesterday, and celebrated 10 months of being sober this week as well. I am so incredibly proud of her. She’s been promoted to bartender at her job and this year will finish up her probations. She’s another one I’m learning to know again.
So life moves on. Please pray for me – that my eyes will not droop shut again. I’m struggling hard these days and as time passes the easier it seems it will be if I just go back to sleep in my comfort area and let life pass me by.
I’m finally well enough off financially to swing the initial fees, finally fed up with my lack of physical fitness to push myself into this, and finally excited enough about being able to get out of my home and find a new place to settle in where I can meet people, swim (even in the winter, thanks be for 84 degree pools!), relax in a sauna and walk without having to brave the cold weather for it.
I’ve always been such a homebody that I never could pull myself away from my books and computer to get out and do things. Now with my Inspire meetings, my Pearce membership and personal piano lessons I’m finally breaking away from a hermit-like existence for the last 10 years and living again.
The cruise didn’t hurt either. =)
First, where the title of this blog comes from.
I have an insane level of patience. Two months is a sneeze in time for me. It takes me two years to bring myself to the point of making a decision to pierce my ears. It took me 10 years for me to move 30 miles from my parents. I wasn’t always like this, but as time passes the more time it takes for me to make important (and some not-so-important) decisions. A friend of mine, as a result of me saying February is not that far from November for a visit) deemed me to be a “Lost Entwife” as a result.
After a period of a few years I finally made the trip this last weekend to reconnect with an old friend from my jr. high years. I met with Chris, his wife Becky, his two daughters, his brother, Andrew, and sister Rebecca. The last time I saw both Andrew and Rebecca they were toddlers. Amazing how things have changed.
My sister, Candace, and I made the trip to Iowa together and thoroughly enjoyed our time together in the car. Overall it was a fun weekend together, between a hair cut, a movie, a piano lesson, a parade, a long car trip and several episodes of Farscape.
I’m glad it’s the work week so I can finally relax before the holidays!
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