Growing up I was held to Guinea Pigs and fish, the latter I didn’t really care for too much (guilt over keeping fish in a tank, mostly). Into marriage 1 it was cats for the family, guinea pigs, hamsters, fish, rabbits and a mouse for the kids. And then there was 1 dog, Dexter, a Newfoundland / Lab mix (though really about 90% Newfoundland)
He’s the pet I loved most, with my childhood guinea pigs coming up close (and 1 of the cats - Yoda - who adopted me as his).
Marriage 2 had animals too numerous to count, but they were all hers and I had no say in their coming & going. I liked them all but that’s as far as it went.
Today I have a fish tank with 3 fish, originally my daughter’s from marriage #1. I have kept them going and will do so as long as they live.
As a single guy, as much as I would like to, I refuse to own any animals knowing my hours are long and on occasion I am sent out of town with no notice for days on end. Someday when I buy my own place again I will probably get a dog, but that’s a long way away.
I think you can still share pictures off Facebook without people having to be friends. I’m not sure how. But, yeah, you have to have them up somewhere online.
rosie, I’d rather have the spiders than ants and wasps. If only they’d take down the stinkbugs, but they haven’t figured out how to catch them yet. That’s what burial at sea is for.
I’d love to have gerbils again, but I’d have to research good tunneling cages because I can’t take the constant stress digging. Also gerbil prices have gone way up since I last bought a pair.
PTB, staff, participants and the general public are all makin’ me want to have a five martini N.O.L. I didn’t however. I settled for a turkey sammich. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
I’ll have my pet porch lizards back soon. Their names are Liz, Ard, Ethel and Fred. There may or may not be a Lucy, Ricky, Edith and Archie. Sometimes I have four and sometimes I have eight. Mostly though it’s just Liz, Ard, Ethel and Fred.
What? They’re animals. They hang around da cave. That counts, right?
Thanks for the suggestions. I do has the facebook, but I can’t tell you the last time I actually updated it/put pics on it. Just don’t really find the need/want to and no, I am not that old (37), just don’t really have much of a social life. I tell people all the time, I am one husband away from being the crazy cat lady. So sorry no pics unless you pm me and then I will happy to send christmas kitty pics.
Staff meeting today with boss lady went ok. She was in a good mood. Tomorrow, however, is another day. My stomach is in knots.
So many cute pictures! I’ll try to post one when I get home.
I took Thursday and Friday of last week off, so it was a long weekend. I’m co-executor of my Mom’s estate, and the keeper of the files and boxes. We got an offer on her house on Thursday, which inspired me to go through another box, then to get an update on how long various files need to be kept. Between the two, I filled the 60 gal. recycling bin with paper. I feel lighter.
My sister and I put our heads together by phone and came up with a counter offer by Sunday. We’ll see how that goes.
Not as blurf as most Mondays. Probably due to the long weekend. Even remembered to pack my lunch. Will have a three day weekend next. Looking forward to it.
They are both mutts. Mosby really isn’t that big. Julian is a behemoth – 25 lbs. I think. We say he’s Norwegian Forest Cat but only because we like the sound of it. We have no idea! He was a stray that showed up in the back yard.
I just made some pseudo no-bake cookies. Since I didn’t have enough oats, I added Chex cereals and pretzels. The spoon-licking was good - now we just need to see if they set up or if they stay gooey. Report to follow eventually.
We’ve been listening to the reports out of Boston, and getting aggravated at the idiotic speculation. I guess it’s too difficult to wait for, oh I don’t know - FACTS! It was interesting to hear the different stories from eyewitnesses. Some saying it was 4 or 5 seconds between explosions, others saying 15-20 seconds. Is there anything less reliable than an eyewitness?
Still, my heart goes out to the people there - I can’t even imagine…
{Rosie}}}
I am stuffed.
I had a bowl of brussels sprouts for N.O.L., followed by an apple pie in an apple.
Shortly thereafter the Sah-kid came home and I suggested he go to the PO with me to mail the taxes and we’d stop at Ginos which is right next door to the PO.
He declined to go but being the nice mom I am I got him a cheeseburger and a birthday cake milkshake and got myself something too.
I was full, I was beyond full
and now the kid just brought me a great big plate of spaghetti and meatballs.
So, I went back on Facebook for the first time in months, and the very first status I see is from a friend I haven’t heard from in even longer. I’ve called her a couple of times and left messages but not heard back. I’ve emailed and waited with no results. That’s okay. She’s one of the busiest people I know. She and her husband were trying to conceive, and for six months, it hadn’t worked. She was stressed, and I was worried about her.
Her status? She’s twenty weeks pregnant with a little girl and doing so well that her obstetrician no longer considers her “high risk”.
I’m thrilled for her. I really am.
But I’m hurting way more than I expected. It’s a hollow, deep ache, and I can feel it right under my sternum. Plus, my throat is all clenched up like I might cry.
At 41, single and without any sort of relationship in years, I’m never going to be pregnant. Maybe, just maybe, if I can get my shit together, I’ll be able to adopt a foster child. But I don’t expect to ever be married. I have never enjoyed a healthy long term relationship. There’s nobody I look forward to sitting on the porch and rocking with. I understand that we don’t get to walk the same paths as our friends, and we don’t necessarily get the things we believe will make us happy.
I just wasn’t ready to run smack into this reminder. I didn’t expect this sudden reminder of how damn lonely I am.
{{{{roo, shiny cat}}}}}} and don’t believe that at all, there is someone for us all. I know it, so should you both
Well I cleaned up, napped and feel humanish again. Prepping land before planting an orchard is serious work. I am sunburned, sore and tired. Most of the trees will not go in until next spring but we planted one this morning, a lemon tree. Next trip in May we will have the bath house up with hot water and lighting with a sink. We spent most of yesterday burning general refuse as the land has been used by hoarders for the past 15 years and every structure is packed. I didn’t get to have much chainsaw time, so I still have a 40 foot oak to fell and about 25 or 30 junk trees to cut down as well. It is going to be a long hot summer out there, on the way home a lighted sign said “current temp 91f”. Welcome to Texas.
