This is my cat Snowball. He was a stray who started showing up at my house a couple of years ago. I started leaving food out for him and eventually made friends with him. I took him in and he became a part of our family. I used to have a female cat that he ended up getting pregnant the night before I got him neutered. I have another cat that is part Siamese, but she lives outside because she can’t remember to use the litter box. Once the momma cat and her babies found new homes, Snowball really started coming into his own. He used to be very unsocial, but once he had the house to himself he became a totally different cat. He loves attention, he’ll run to you just to jump in your lap so he can get some luvins. He’ll even run to the litter box when he needs to go. He’s such a sweet baby, and when he meows, he really squeaks so usually he’s a silent boy other than his purring. A couple of weeks ago I noticed that he started losing weight, and he’s always been a hearty boy. He was also drooling quite a bit. I called my vet that I trust and have used for years, but they couldn’t get him in until the next day. I was afraid he got into something he shouldn’t have, although I don’t have any chemical product just sitting around. Because I didn’t want to wait, I called another vet who neutered him last year. They were able to see him that day. When I got him there, mine was the only car in their tiny parking lot other than the people who work there. Not a good sign since my usual vet’s office is always packed. When I brought him inside, they knew who he was. Also not a good sign, because it tells me that they didn’t have a lot of business. A girl opened a door labeled ‘private’ and said I could bring him in. They led me through a tiny corridor and into a very small room that consisted of a small exam table. The doctor walked in and asked what was going on. As I explained, he opened Snowball’s mouth and said he’d take a look at him and would probably lance his salivary gland and then stitch him up. He and his assistant stood there and looked at me, so I started asking questions. He was very vague with his answers. Against my better judgement, I left him in their care because I just wanted him better. The next morning, the vet called me and informed me that he ran tests on Snowball and found that he has feline leukemia and FIV (feline AIDS). I was shocked and told the vet that I wasn’t expecting that. He laughed and said he wasn’t either, *insert frowny face*. I again, attempted to ask questions only to get vague responses. He said that he could either do the procedure to his salivary gland or he could just let him sleep. I asked how much the procedure would cost and all he told me was that it would be $40 for the anesthesia. I hung up the phone and cried. I called my mom who freaked out and said that I needed to have him put down because he may pass it on to us. I tried calling the vet back but got some uncaring woman on the phone. I explained to her why I was calling and all I got was silence. I had to ask her if she was still on the phone, she simply said she was listening. She finally said that she would have the doctor call me, which she didn’t. I wanted answers, real answers, what to expect, if he would suffer if I continued to let him go on. I waited about 10 minutes and called back and got a different woman. When I told her what was going on, she put me on hold and came back to the phone after a couple of minutes. She said Snowball was starting to wake up and I was relieved. I did research on the internet and found that cats can live for years with this and it’s more common in male cats because they roam so much. It’s common for it to be spread through them being bitten. When I picked him up from the vet, $193 please. And then they proceeded to tell me that they fed him Fancy Feast during his stay and that he’s still drooling. They said that if it continues, the doctor can go back in because it might be his pituitary gland. I paid the outrageous amount and collected my sweet boy and left. When my daughter got home, she cried as she held him because she knew he would eventually pass but thankful I didn’t let them put him down. Back at home, he’s his usual sweet self. I’ve fed him canned Special Kitty and he loves it. I’m trying to put some weight back on him, plus he deserves a treat. I plan on taking him to my usual vet and having him re-tested. There was something totally shady about that entire experience at that other vet’s office. At my vet’s office, the people actually seem to care about their patients. At least I’ll get some real answers from a vet who’s professional and actually gives a shit.
I first began researching my genealogy while I was going through my divorce. I didn’t have a job at the time, so I figured it would keep me busy during my down time until I found a job, which didn’t take long. I began with my dad’s family on his mom’s side, which took me back to the late 1600s. When I researched one line back to England, I was hooked. I’ve been knee-deep in research eversince. My dad and I take turns researching. He’ll hit a wall and I pick up and take my turn at it and visa versa. We’ve had much success researching our family. My mom’s family has been the real challenge. Both of her parents are gone and although her mom’s family kept up with their family history, her dad’s family didn’t. Hence, the challenge. I’ve utilized many resources over the years and a couple of weeks ago, I purchased a DNA kit through Ancestry.com. I got my kit a week ago and sent it off the next day. I check my account daily to see if they’ve received it yet and begun to process it in the lab. I can’t wait to see what they find! If you’ve never researched your family history, or even had the desire to try, I encourage you to do so. I’ll admit that it can take quite some time to find what you’re looking for. I’ve turned it into a lifelong passion of mine, But I will tell you this, it can be very exciting and rewarding and something that you can pass down for generations! Happy hunting!
I’m single, and thankful that I am. Things with the ex-hubs jsut got to be too much. The always drinking, any time we went out…Bud Light for him, and me…unsweetened tea. Wherever we were or he was, he had a beer in his hand. He drank it like some people drink cokes. He’d wake up with a hangover every day. I remember one time he insisted on taking me to a concert at one of the local bars. People from work were there and he was drunk off his ass. He was hanging all over me and I asked him to stop because I don’t like it and people would stare. He’d get right in my face and say in his drunk voice ‘fuck them baby’. Ugh..jsut thinking about it. Last Christmas came around, I don’t even remember what he got me, if anything. All I do remember is that he acted as if my family had the plague and would barely interact with them. It made things awkward for everyone. He was that way any time he was around my family and they were always nothing but nice to him. He never spent any time with Tater, wouldn’t even call her. He’d jsut tell me to tell her that he loved her. Things jsut kept getting worse and worse. New Years…Valentine’s Day, with each holiday and birthday I was made to feel even more unimportant.
My oldest daughter had moved to the same town where the Hick (my ex-bf) lives for school. The ex-hubs went with us. My son, my daughter’s bf, Tater and my daughter-in-law and her sister all went to see her off. I was having a hard time with it, she and I have always been close. We were all having a hard time with it, we were all crying. The ex didn’t understand why it was such a big deal and he was being an ass about it the whole time. I needed support and he was jsut being a dick. He said we were all acting like someone died. He was being his usual douchebag-self. That made a lasting impression on me.
The ex-bf, the Hick, in my life continued to stay in contact with me, as he always had. He told me that he missed me and kept asking me to come see him. I finally gave in around the end of March. I had made plans to go visit my daughter, but then the ex-hubs decided he wanted to go four-wheeling, but I’m not into that kind of thing. (With him, it was always what he wanted to do, never cared much for what I wanted.) Imagine, him putting himself before my kid! He wanted me to go because he said he knew I ‘like nature’ and all. I got sick the night before we were supposed to go, thank goodness. I wasn’t faking either, I was seriously sick. Maybe I was physically sick of him. So, he went without me. I was feeling better later that morning so I went to see my daughter. But while I was there, I went to see the Hick..the first time in 8 years. It was good to see him, I missed his face.
I saw the ex-hubs 3 days later and I broke things off with him. I gave him back his ring, cried a few tears, but they were more of tears of freedom than sorrow. He continued drinking, would send me drunken text messages, call me and cuss me out for breaking his heart even though he never took care of mine. Tried his best to make me feel bad. I can’t even begin to tell you how bad it got. I was glad I had finally opened my eyes and got away. I went back to see the Hick the next weekend. That time he kissed me, many times. That wasn’t expected, he made me feel wanted. I missed that feeling from anyone. As soon as he kissed me I wondered why I had stayed with the ex-hubs for as long as I did. I wasn’t being treated the way I deserved or getting what I needed from him. I continued to see the Hick for the next 3 months. But the funny thing is, when I started visiting him, I stopped hearing from him. He used to text me all the time and send me stuff on FB. As soon as I started seeing him, nothing. Finally, one day he made my daughter a promise that she could come over and go fishing and didn’t follow through. He gave her this lame excuse. That evening, he texted me saying she didn’t show up like she was supposed to and he kept trying to text her but got nothing. I called her and asked, she said he texted her once and she didn’t answer. Now, you can screw me over, but when it involves my kids? That’s a big no-no. And that was that with him. Figures. I honestly expected more out of him. Maybe I thought too highly of myself that he would never treat me that way. Or, maybe I’m giving him too much credit…;)
So, I have less than an hour to type something up real quick. I don’t really have the much needed time to write a decent update. Much has happened over the past year and I will go over that in my next post. Not that anyone visits, but I’ll write anyway 🙂
Bogart was our Keeshond (pronounced Kaysaun). We’ve had him since he was a puppy. My sister purchased him from a breeder in Conroe, TX. I remember the day we went to pick him up, how the breeder taught us to brush him because he has an undercoat. My kids grew up with him. Four years ago, my sister moved into an apartment and couldn’t keep him, so he came to live with me and the girls. Everyone in our family loved him, we couldn’t have asked for a better family dog for my kids. I remember one time, we lived in a mobile home and we were all outside with him. Somebody stopped on the road in front of our house to look for something in their car. They left the door open and Bogie ran top speed and jumped in their car. One of the ladies in the car started screaming. He was so full of character like that. Brinkley, our sheltie and Bogie’s best friend, died on 12/11/08, 4 months after we bought our house. I was off that day and was taking Brinkley to the vet to have him checked out because one of the pads on his feet turned pink. I was going to get Brinkley and then pick up my daughter and we would take him together. She had declared he was her dog from the moment we brought him home. I had the leash in my hand and went out in the backyard and called him, but he didn’t come. I walked past the house and to my right, Brinkley was laying down and Bogie was laying right beside him. I called out to Brinkley again, but he didn’t come. He had died and Bogie was there with him. That night, I kept Bogie inside. He slept on the floor in the living room and howled a very mournful howl in his sleep. I knew he missed his friend, they’d been together for years. We adopted a terrier a few months later. It wasn’t the same and neither was Bogie. There wasn’t that bond there and you could tell. He went from being a happy boy, playing with his friend, to an older boy. This past year, he started really going down hill. He started losing his hearing and would potty in the house. And then he started losing his eyesight. I have 2 steps going down into my living room. Each time, he’d trip on the steps. When he’d sleep, he’d whine in his sleep. He had arthritis and you could tell he wasn’t comfortable. I tried brushing him about 3 weeks ago. I had to hold him down to brush him because he kept trying to bite me from the discomfort. This morning I had my daughter ask my sister to take a look at him. She brought the medicine with her. She said it was time, he no longer had quality of life. I wanted him to go peacefully with his family by his side and not die alone. I’m glad Brinkley had him there by his side. This was a very tough decision for me to make. I called my mom and she cried too. We all loved him. He went peacefully and we cried the entire time. I’m going to miss my sweet Bogie boy. Now, he’s joined Brinkley on Rainbow Bridge and I’ll be happy to see them both when I get to the other side.
I let my guard down and accepted an invitation to go out with my ex-hubs. We’ve had a couple of rough spots along the way, and when I say rough spots, I mean a break from each other. But here we are today, still together. I look down at my left hand that displays his great-grandmother’s beautiful diamond ring and I feel honored that he chose to give it to me and not my replacement of 10 years. I’ve loved this man since I was 24 years old, in February it will be 20 years ago. I’m grateful to have him in my life. There are things about him I wish were different, but at the same time, when you love someone – it should be unconditionally and you love all the things about them. And I love him. He brought up us getting married again a few nights ago. Lots has happened in the past couple of months, good things and I knew it would stir something in him to start thinking about it again. On a sour note, I’ve realized that his bff’s gf is jsut like the habitual liar that I used to be friends with and permanently cut out of my life…in the sense that she likes stirring up trouble. Sighs. Anyway, I’ll give an update in the next few days on things that have been going on, but right now, I have to jump in the shower 🙂
I’ve done a lot of thinking over the past few weeks and I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to reel myself back in. I find that I get too open about my personal life, even with my friends. I jsut feel like sometimes I offend others without meaning to. I also reveal too much about my relationship when I probably shouldn’t. I know my friends worry about me and wish the best for me, but I also need to learn to be more private like I used to. So I’m going to work on that before I piss anyone off permanently. And for me, it’s either I keep the personal stuff to myself or I delete my blog. I still might do that, dunno yet.
Ironic that I was going to make this post this morning, but ran out of time. Then when I logged on tonight, I see that Whabbs has decided to be silent for a while. Anywho, that’s all I got.
So, obviously today stirred up a lot of talk across the country involving the Support Chick-Fil-A day. I’ve seen many posts on Facebook, some from my friends, some from family, some from politicians. Some showing support, some very against it. I usually try to keep my opinions to myself, but I’ve got some things to say. For those of you that are protesting Chick-Fil-A and stating “I’ll never eat there again”, I’ve got one question for ya. What about the rest of us? I’m gonna change the subject a bit…What about when you protesting sonsabitches had prayer taken out of school? When I was a kid, we prayed in school, we said the Pledge of Allegiance. It wasn’t an awful thing to believe in God. Kids grew up knowing there is a higher power in place, whether it be God or whatever you choose to call it. We weren’t exposed to hate. By the time I had kids and they started school, they took prayer out of school all because of someone’s fucking opinion and protests. Someone whined too much and decided that their way was the right way for me and my family and we were told we could not do that ever again. Why? Because we might offend the atheist. Excuse me? You fuckers invaded MY way of life and told me what MY kids should or should not be exposed to. You made it to where believing in a higher power is a bad thing. If they didn’t want their atheist kids to pray, they didn’t have to pray. Jsut sit there and look out the window or at all the kids praying, or whatever. Nobody forced them to pray. Let me tell you something, having faith in a higher power is all some people have left in this world. My kids were exposed to much different ways than I ever was. Bad things. They were told that it was bad to even mention God in school because you might offend someone. So, for those of us that believe in God or a higher power, we were told it was no longer right to do so. I’m not talking about Christians. To me, the definition of a Christian isn’t what it used to be. I’m talking about believers and I am a believer. Funny thing is, the majority of the country believes in a higher power. But my kids grew up basically being told it’s against the law to stand up for what you believe in. You took the reminder away from my kids that when they lose faith in life and humanity, they still have a higher power to turn to! Funny that nobody had a problem when believers were told they could no longer pray in school and still aren’t allowed to. That was right was taken from my kids. What is wrong with you people? Remember this? Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. That’s from our Bill of Rights. What happened to that you jerks?
Yes, I have a bit of a grudge and I’m not afraid to express my opinion about it. Now, that I’m off my soapbox… If you know me at all, you should already know the following: I don’t care if people choose to date or even marry the same-sex. I don’t care if someone chooses to be with someone of a different race. Whatever. People can do as they please and be with who they please. It’s no sweat off my back. God loves us all. I’m not a prejudice person against race, gender, sexual orientation, etc. I’ve known and still know plenty of people who are in same-sex relationships and they are no different from you or me. Same goes for race. They’re all good people and I love them. I LOVE all people, except for maybe SHB. She’s a skeez. But I’m also not going to be shunned or look down upon for where I choose to eat! It doesn’t mean a damn thing, not to me! So if I want to get my chicken at Chick-Fil-A, by God, I’m dang sure gonna get it. Nobody is ever gonna tell me that I can’t do something ever again because of something you’re against. And guess what? *Gasps* I ate at Chick-fil-a today, twice! Why? Because some protesting ASSHOLE told me my kids can’t pray in school anymore! And for those that believe in that rule, I’m willin to bet that what the owner of CFA said pissed them off because he mentioned the Bible. So, that was my twisted way of getting back at those jerks that took the aforementioned right from my kids. Bastards. Maybe it doesn’t make sense to you, but it makes sense to me lol. Anyway, I’m about sick to death of all this protesting bullshit! People jsut hang on whatever the media says nowadays and they’re part of the problem with everything. They’re always publicizing White House leaks that could effect our country’s safety and security, knowing that our enemies monitor our media outlets; they put their personal opinions out there, putting a spin on things and jsut plain ole stirrin up shit. Just to see the dems and reps and whatever else party rail against each other. That’s what’s wrong with this country. It’s gone straight to hell in a handbasket. Anyways, believer or not, I curse when I want to, I’m not at all above it so bite me! And if I’m wanna go have me some Chick-fil-A, I’m gonna do it! Don’t like it? You can shove it!