Uncategorized: November 2005 Archives

Here are the pictures I mentioned earlier of what my place looked like before I moved in. I'm still not completely unpacked, and haven't really found a place to put my mac right now other than on my dining room table. That needs to change pronto.

Corner of my kitchen. There is glass door shelving above those cabinets.







Other side of my kitchen. The stove now pushes against the wall.







Looking into my bedroom (that's not my bed) from my office. Notice the shadow of the bars on the windows?







Another view of my bedroom.







My bedroom has a door with glass panes. This is an example of what it will look like when I wake up in the morning to an attacker in my house who has come to molest me. (That's David, btw.)







My living room, looking towards the front door (look! more bars!).







The wall next to my front door which is now home to my bevy of masks.







Opposite end of my living room (it's quite long), with ... MORE bars! At least I know I'm safe.







One more pic of my kitchen (my fridge and the crappy plug.) That door leads to my laundry room.

So I've lived in my new apartment for like 11 days. Kitty has made it somewhat interesting. She still squats (but only in her litter box) a lot in the mornings, but seems to calm down in the afternoon/evening. That's good.

But this morning, I was getting out of the shower and I could hear the usual, and oh-so familiar digestive thumping that cats make when they're about to barf. I was like "this had better not be in my bedroom, much less on my bed."

See -- I picked my new place specifically because it had hardwood or tile floors. Only my bedroom is carpeted.

Thankfully, she didn't barf in my room. She barfed in my office right outside my room.

On a rug.

And it was just normal vomit. It was projectile spray that somehow managed to cover like a foot of ground. And it was WET. Real wet.

So I was like "ugh, kitty!!" and she ran under the bed (as usual now.) I snatched up the rug (lol, i'm a rug snatcher) and took it into the bathroom to wash off the remains of the day.

So. In the 11 days in the new place, she's barfed on my rug, pissed on a towl, two pillows, some socks and underwear, and a shirt.

Can we say high-maintenance?

Anyway, I have some pictures of my place post-furniture that I'll post here in a bit.

Just a few random things to add while i'm thinking of it. This picture is of me and Marissa -- my ex, David's, sister (did I do that comma thing right?) Anyway, I was having dinner with some friends one nite, and in walks Marissa. She's a sweet girl, and I'd not seen in in the 2 or 3 years since David and I broke up. She e-mailed me the pic.

I also wanted to include this little story I read online (ok, via AIM), but wanted to keep it for my own referral.

Him:: there once was a little red cardinal name JAy.
Him:: you may have heard one of his stories before.
Him:: but tonight's story is altogether different...
Me: something about ball-step whatever in the sky
Him:: Jay was a firey red head of a cardinal... he loved to sing and dance, and do shuffle ball changes in the sky to the rhythm of silly broadway musicals all the day long.
Him:: but Jay was a very troubled bird.
Him:: He loved so hard that it made him sad. He loved his friends, he loved his family, he loved his cat...
Him:: but the last thing he every considered loving... was himself.
Him:: So many times... Jay was hurt over and over again. He simply didn't know how to make it stop.
Him:: It was as if everything was crashing down around him.
Him:: There was no stopping it.
Him:: He felt trapped.
Him:: He felt more alone than he ever had... (he had just been rebuffed again by the Evil Blue Jay with whom he was in love)...
Him:: Things didn't seem like they could get any worse.
Him:: Until one day...
Him:: Jay rose from his nest... realized that his pet worm... the nightcrawler, Luna (not to be mistaken for Yuna) was in dire need of his assistance.
Him:: She needed him like no one ever had -- she was not well -- and needed someone to help her heal.
Him:: Like the person Jay had stiven to become for so long...
Him:: he was there for her.
Him:: The end.
Him:: but.,
Him:: BUT
Him:: the story does not REALLY end there.
Him:: because what Jay failed to realize in all of this...
Him:: what he failed to see clearly...
Him:: was that he had been there for EVERYONE... at one point or another.
Him:: when they really needed him.
Him:: What he also failed to realize...
Him:: is that everyone remembered it too...
Him:: even the Evil Blue Jay, who had once again broken his heart.
Him:: What he had no concept of -- was that everyone loved him very dearly... and cared SO much about his well being -- that in his own time of need... they would be there.
Him:: So...
Him:: the story will eventually pick up... whenever the beautiful red cardinal, Jay... finally realizes this...
Him:: /hug
Him:: the end.
Him:: for now.

I swear today has been the longest day ever. Actually, it seems like it's been really long and slow every since Thursday. But that's beside the point.

I got about an hour of sleep last nite, so I apologize if my writing is sporatic, random, and bulging with spelling errors. Give a bitch a break.

My kitty is sick.

I think she caught that Avian Flu thing. Not really -- she's an indoor cat, and i don't have birdies. Anyway. Friday nite I noticed that kitty was squatting a lot, but not peeing. Well, I was worried. Duh. So I called my mom like I do with every situation I have no idea how to handle. She suggested I take her to the vet on Saturday morning. Well, they coudln't see me and suggested the emergency pet clinic. So off I went with my poor kitty who can't pee to the ER.

They get her, weigh her, did the whole rectal-thermometer thing (which she did NOT like), and tell me she probably has a UTI or bladder infection, as I had suggested, but they couldn't get any wee to do a urinalysis. So they gave me antibiotics and told me she woudl be noticably better in 2 days.

Two days later (read: today) she wasn't any better -- in fact, Sunday nite, she peed some little drops of blood. Of course I'm all kinds of freaked out cuz she's squatting everyone and drippng blood.

So off to the vet I take her this morning and, of course, she DOESN'T have a UTI -- she has some intersticial urinary syndrome stuff. Something about her bladder walls are weak, and she gets stressed out and they become inflamed and raw -- and when she pees, it's like salt in a cut so she wants the pee out of her, which makes her squat. But all the squatting strains the bladder and she bleeds.

And there's no treatment.

Well the doc tells me that she's a pretty good amount of pain and that her bladder and urethra are spasming (not sure how they test this), but he gave me some syringes with this anti-spasm stuff that I have to shoot (not inject, it's oral) UNDER her tongue. You ever tried to get anything under the tongue of an animal? Stupid bitchs. They need to think again. Took me 10 minutes.

Anyway, she's been laying down -- not squatting for the past hour. Praise Buddha.

I would have a really rough time is my cat died. I'm not going to get into because it's already upset me today. If she's not better by Monday, then something's seriously wrong and i have take her back for more tests and x-rays. I've already spent almost $300 on her ... can't afford much more (not that I coudl afford that $300). So what happens then ....

So, if you'd like to help save my sweet baby who has seen me through my hardest times ... I'd really appreciate it ... and I know Yuna does too. Even a dollar would help...

So Joz finally sent me the pictures she took of us while I was in LA. (Thanks, Joz!) I'm not posting the ones where I look fat, sorry. And if you think I look fat in these, ... well ... fuck you. :)

This was at Downtown Disney -- a display for Chicken Little with him in all these different movies like The Fly and The Sorcerer's Apprentice.







Joz and I at the observatory. Great view, smelled very piney. Would also be a great place for date rape.







The Schwabs diner ... hardest pancakes I've ever eaten in my life. (Can you see them? -- you could pick them up and they didn't bend.)







Me at the Lego Store in Downtown Disney, trying on my fabulous princess garb. Shame they didn't make it in my size.

Ya know, I keep meaning to update my blog ... I have quite a few projects that I'm working right now (including the redesign of several other blogs), and my blog is kind'a taking it's place on the back burner. I hope to update on occasion, but just to what few readers I have know, I will continue to be sporadic till the end of the year.