And so…

… what’s happening with EC2.0?

I asked him out. He told me he is still legally married but has been separated for 7 years. He owns his own house and all. But there have been several attempts at reconciliation to no avail, but they're going through another one again. He hasn’t gone through with the final step of the divorce because his wife is “very fragile”. Then he said “but otherwise, yeah”.

Yeah, I don’t know what that means either. Gah!

So for a couple weeks we’ve kept up the flirting and all that crap. I thought about his still being married and decided that things would just have to continue the way they have been. Not a good situation for me to get into.

I'm really good at attracting unavaliable and uninterested (dude from on-line dating) men aren't I?

*sigh*

What’s Happening…

… with getting a new kitten? (thanks to Kim for commenting)

Well, they’re still too little to take away from their momma. EC2.0 showed them to me last week and they still have their eyes closed. But – CUTE! There are three of them and they’re black and white spotted. CUTE CUTE CUTE! I told EC2.0 that if it was at all possible I want a male. I decided last night that if I do get a male, he will be named Otto. I’m serious.

This month is kitty well visit month for the furry girls. So I had them at the vet last night and discussed getting a kitten with her. The vet was very supportive of my adopting her and asked if she thought I could catch the Mom and get her spayed. That’s something I’d love to do, but after the $450 visit last night, I don’t know if I can swing it.

Why that much you ask? Well, first there were the 2 distemper shots they needed which are good for 3 years. So that was like $110, for the shots alone. Then their yearly rabies shots, Noel’s butt shave (Kitteh Brazilian!) and Katie got blood taken for blood work.

It seems that now Katie is a senior aged pet. Here I was thinking she was 6 years old. I adopted her from the vet’s office and I was under the impression she was 2 when I got her. Apparently, she was 4 when I got her because she was born in 2002. Anyway, she needs some dental work done. Poor little thing has a genetic condition where her gums grow up and over a tooth. So they need to remove the tooth. They gave me an estimate for that and I nearly passed out. I’ll be saving up for that.

Oh, and Noel gained 1.5 pounds this past year, bringing her up to just over 18 lbs. I have to start her on a diet and feed her separately from Katie. Technically, I am not allowed to lift her since I can’t lift anything over 10lbs since the knee surgery. LOL! Katie gained a whole .2 of a pound.

All this blather to say that the girls are healthy and have their shots up to date so a new kitten coming in with worms and fleas won’t affect them too much until the parasites are gone. Especially if I keep them apart till the vet gives the OK.

I *heart* Cherie Priest

Go here:

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Laugh and commiserate.

Nogo Mojo

I’ve been “un-creative”. Or maybe “un-creating” is the right phrase. I’ve ripped out one sweater that was partially finished. There are three more that I need to rip. I have scads of first socks that are in various stages of completion, and those need to be ripped too. Shawls, the same thing. I’m reclaiming a lot of yarn and I have no desire to knit anything with it.

A few years ago I was making and selling beaded jewelry. I participated in a few craft fairs and didn’t sell all that much. I didn’t even recoup the cost of entry. My jewelry was pretty, but the organizers didn’t realize they had several people selling beaded jewelry at all the events I was at. Anyway, I’ve been taking apart all the jewelry I made and reclaiming those supplies too.

Could this be a way of clearing the decks for something that’s coming? Is there a big ass project/event coming my way that I need to be mentally unfettered for? Should I worry about being so un-creative? I’m not even working on anything I had been working on. It’s pathetic.

Or maybe I’m preparing for a change in needle art again. I have a bunch of needlepoint canvases that’ve been calling to me. I wonder if that’s the next thing for me, for a little while anyway.

An open letter to a man we’ll just call Bob

Dear Bob,
I’m so glad we’ve found each other after all these years. I’m really enjoying catching up via e-mail. The book club for 2 that we have going on is a lot of fun, and I’m enjoying the books too. All the intriguing things you’re learning about and sharing with me (even tho I don’t want to know about things like HAARP) keep me on my toes. I kinda even like you’re a bit of a conspiracy theorist.

The problem is, I have a crush on you again. Yeah, a woman my age with a crush. And you’re single, never been married like me. And we’re both a bit broken which well, I think it works. So I figure I’ll ask; will you be my on-line boyfriend? It’s kind of the only relationship we can have with you being in another state and all. We can still see other people (LMAO!), but I just want to know that there is someone out there who wants to be mine, and vice versa. Do you?

Internet SWAK,
Me

Oh Noze!!!!!

Momma bought a new camera!!!!!!!!!!!!

Best Mascara EVER!!!

As someone who is plagued by raccoon eyes, I couldn’t be happier with this stuff. LOVE IT!

Smoky Lash by Make Up Forever. Their liner is great too.

The Other Women

These are two of the other chicks that hang out at Big Oil Company. The site is full of feral cats. Most of them females and only the one male (it’s the way of feral cats). In the ultimate wisdom of the BOC powers that be, they’re going to start putting out rat poison this spring. Now there are very few rats around because of the cats. So when the remaining rats eat the poison and the cats eat the rats… You know where this is going right?

The guy who works at BOC that is a cat lover and flirts with me all the time (herein known as EC2.0), is working on getting the girl on the left comfortable enough with him so he can adopt her. The guys have named her “Rocket Socks”. How awful a name is that? Good Greif! Anyway, she follows him around, and hangs out in his office in the construction trailer. Soon she’ll be living in his cozy house with the resident big fat cat. Lucky little one.

The other girl, and I forget what they call her (but it is equally as awful), would probably be a prime candidate for adoption, except for that she is obviously pregnant. This is not something I need to know on top of the whole rat poison thing. And there is another female around who they think just had kittens. Gah!

Before I knew it I said “That’s what I want, a kitten.”

“If I find where she had them, and I can get one, do you want it?” EC2.0 asked.

“Yeah.” It was out before I thought about it.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have too soft a heart when it comes to animals. Too tender hearted. I know I can’t save them all, but I can do what I can.

Right?

OMG! A kitten.

COOOOFFFFFEEEEEEE

I need my coffee in the morning. On the days I work at project sites, I stop and get an extra large cuppa at Dunkin Donuts. Coffee at the sites is weak at best, so it’s wise for me to stop and get a decent up of coffee before I get there.

When I work in my main office I drink the swill they call coffee because I won’t make a pot of coffee before I leave in the morning. Besides I can’t find any coffee that I’m thrilled with. I just don’t make a consistently good pot of coffee.

So yesterday, when I was up in the middle of the night, I ordered this:


I’ve used the Keurig coffee maker before. We had one on a trial basis at the main office and then there is one at BOC, but there are never any K-cups. Besides, it’s really for the client and don’t want to use it when there is coffee for it.

Well, now I have my own and I can have my coffee before I go to work, and on the weekends I can have a consistently good cuppa. I’m so excited I can’t wait for it to be delivered!