So maybe your girl should be named Lucky!
Was mulling over Fortuna. (wait, ‘for tuna’?)
Or Ananke (Greek goddess of Fate).
I’m just really good at pretending to be a good person. 
My most recent rant…I’ve been working so hard lately that when I had to go out of town Monday & Tuesday my daughter told people I’d left the country. Dammit, I was only gone for 48 hours. I would think it was hilarious if it weren’t me.
Seconded.
Here’s a list of nature deities - I like the idea of Aja, patron of the forest and all the wee beasties in it.
Well, I can’t name her Fortuna (for tuna) because I gave her some Tuna & Shrimp food and she was clearly ambivalent about it. Didn’t eat all of it and came looking for something else. Given that she loved the Salmon & Shrimp, so it had to be the tuna. (To be honest, I haven’t met a cat yet who really liked Tuna, or a vet who recommended feeding it to cats.)
Ananke (Anon-Kay) is the leading contender so far.
Now if only there was a beautiful word for ‘lover of ice cream and dairy’. She loves the stuff and when I’m eating ice cream or a bowl of cereal, it is physically impossible to keep her off of me. She just keeps coming back until she gets some AND until it’s gone.
Rants:
My first paycheck on the new job. Set up direct deposit. Admin said she would grab the secure mail first thing this morning and bring us our physical checks. They’ve been drilling it into us that the first check would be paper. The mail comes, no checks. She’s agast, almost panicking that we have no paychecks. Co-worker says maybe they did deposit them, but he can’t check on it as he’s ultra paranoid and uses super long complex passwords that he can’t remember and stores in a password lockbox at home. So I check my account. Sure enough, it’s there. whew! No need to wait for tomorrow to have money!
So I go to the grocery store to get cash (my bank is inside). Then I go to buy some dark chocolate, since I’ve been out all week. They don’t have any dove dark (the red bags). Goddamn it. Then I’m standing in line for the register, this guy with only one package of hamburger walks up to the empty register next to ours, sets it down and starts looking around in disgust for someone to ring it up. No one comes. 
So he just walks over and, without a word, steps in line behind me and in front of two other people. They look at him like :eek: but don’t say a word. Then he stands 3" behind me (I kept checking my wallet) and commenting on the whole world the entire time, even when I’m paying. I paid by cash because I wasn’t going to swipe my card and put in the pin with him right there.
So then I go over to Walmart to get the chocolate. Fuckers didn’t have any either. I’m Sans Chocolate! Went to the back to pick up City of Ashes. Nope, didn’t have that either. Had 1 copy of City of Bones and 3 copies each of Books 3&4. No book 2. Fuckers.
Then I walk to the garden exit (where I parked). Cashier is just finishing up one customer. Fully loaded cart sitting there with a little girl. Mom is 3 aisles away checking out other things. Kid starts unloading the cart. Cashier says no, not when your mom isn’t here, and asks me to come around. I do so (with my 5 items) and immediately the woman comes jogging over, huffing and puffing and giving me the stink eye. Yeah, fuck you. Next time stay with your cart.
Then the bit that had me smiling, because all I could picture was Amateur Barbarian sliding down onto the floor in wide eyed shock, feebly crying “raaaaappppe!”, or maybe even passing out altogether since the cashier was…(gasp) female; *** The cashier actually talked to me!*** She picked up the book, turned it over and told me about how her sister had bought her the series and she couldn’t put it down. And “Oh, she has another series after this one! I’ll have to ask my sister for it!” 
I’m thinking Amaltheia, the Greek nymph who was Zeus’ nurse, you you like that sound. You could call her Mally, which is cute and kittenish.
I’d seen the posters for the City of Bones movie and “it rang a bell but I couldn’t tell where”. Thanks to Chimera reminding me, I’ve looked it up in Amazon and… Cassandra Clare? Waitwaitwait, this sounds familiar! I often suffer from Cassandra’s Syndrome, it’s a name I remember. Hop over to The Room With The Foreign Books and sure enough, there it was!
My rant is, why the bloody fucking copyright don’t they list author’s name in the place of a movie poster’s small print that says based on the book “City of Bones”?
She’s a very lucky kitty (and a cutie).
My mother’s going off the rails again and I’m really worried that her actions might come back and harm me. I’m worried.
Did you get a chance to go in yet? I hope everything’s ok, and I’m so glad you’re not waiting.
Because from what I’ve seen of the trailer, it only bears a passing resemblance to the book.
Thank you for asking. I went to the doctor today. He thinks it could be one of three things: anxiety, sleep cycle issues or my thyroid. Or a combination of all three. So he told me to see a psych to discuss the anxiety, take melatonin in the meantime and get my blood work checked.
The anxiety issue does not surprise me. My late mom was the most anxious person I ever met. Any little thing would set her off. She was completely useless during a real crisis and spent a big chunk of her days worrying about incredibly minor issues. I know I’m not that bad but I have some of her worry.
My sleep cycle is off. I don’t get naturally tired until around 1 am every night and then I wake up around 9. I am very much a night owl but I need to get that back to midnight and then 8 am. So I’m going to try and cut out all eating after 6 each day.
My pb can also get high. It was tested in the doctor’s office at 150/100 which is not good. Then later when I felt calmer, it fell to 130/95 which is better.
So he thinks the real problem isn’t a heart condition. The real problem might be a thyroid condition or anxiety and that’s what’s pushing up my bp and causing the palpitations.
I feel better after seeing him. It’s nice to have some potential answers.
What’s she up to, EmilyG?
I detailed it in this post, but if you don’t want to read that, basically she’s contacting a lot of people including me, and saying nonsensical/disturbing things. I wish the psych ward would take her back.
I learned today why beginning golfers shouldn’t golf with five year olds - it’s one thing to know intellectually that you aren’t hitting any further than a five year old; it’s another to see it right in front of your eyes. 
(No, adding a five year old to our foursome wasn’t our idea - you can’t choose who you get paired up with.)
On a positive note, I parred a hole!
Glad you got to the doctor, LavenderBlue. Getting answers, even just potential ones, is a good thing.
Purplehorseshoe, I thought of you and your husband when I heard what was going on with my co-worker. I guess they won’t know until Monday or Tuesday whether or not it’s really West Nile.
Got my book for my next class in the mail today. This class is the second of three English requirements I have, and the book is a book of poetry. Please God, tell me I don’t have to write poetry. This will be an epic fail if I do. I can handle writing essays, I don’t like it but I can do it reasonably well. But poems? Forget it. Anything more than a crappy haiku is beyond me.
That’s pretty much standard, but in any case it would be a reason to not even list the name of the book. If someone wants to check out the book, giving the author would make it easier to find. “Hunger Games” is weird enough that there’s only one, but there’s several “City of Bones” around.
Walked about a mile down to McDonalds for breakfast because I was up early.
I was up early because these three men were standing just outside the back door of our apartment building talking for well over an hour. They were starting to get really loud and at 5:34am I walked out on my deck and told them they needed to be somewhere else. Assholes.
Stand in line at McD. guy at the counter has already ordered and paid for his food. There are three of us behind him. He stands at the counter slowly mucking about with his wallet, oblivious, while the little girl behind the counter keeps looking at him, and then hopefully at us. I loudly clear my throat and about 10 seconds later, he moves. Oh, of course he knew we were there. He looked at us before the wallet business. He goes over and sits at one of the front tables, which is covered with stuff and his laptop, watching videos apparently.
Then after I sit down, a family comes in. Husband, wife, 12-13 year old boy. They order. Woman gets all bent out of shape at the number of calories they’re having, which wasn’t much. The kid was having 600, apparently, which isn’t a lot for one of your three meals and for a boy that age, and none of them was overweight. Kid says “You always say that every time we come here!” Husband says “At McDonalds? Really?” and some things I didn’t hear. Wife walks outside to their car and brings in her super large coffee from some other place. (Really???) Then bitches about how much they’re eating again. Some talk about going to the state fair today. (Ok, now throw any ideas of diet out the window, mom. Just stop being stupid right now. And put down the super large coffee, because that much caffeine obviously turns you into a jerk.)
My dad’s boiling some eggs. If there’s one stench I can’t stand, it’s the horrid reek of boiled eggs. :mad:
Seriously, how can someone eat something that smells like farts?
This kind of leads into my rant.
Now, I know there are people in this world that think that every stranger that attempts to make eye contact with them is a needy greedy parasite looking to either fuck them or suck their soul dry. But even if that person is you, please realize that there are situations where eye contact and smiling is not only acceptable but expected.
I’m at my weekly Zen yoga class. The class is almost full when I get there. I place my mat next to that of a woman I haven’t seen at this class before, and she kind of glares at me like I’m too close. I did not space myself further away because I know the class will fill up and that I’ll end up having to move closer to make an extra space in the row when the stragglers arrive ( as they did ). Also I notice that she is banging away on her smartphone up until the second the class starts instead of sitting quietly in a resting pose like everyone else, but to each his own.
Now we begin this class with a series of gassho’s or ritual bows. The second ritual bow is to honor the people that you are practicing with and we are instructed to make eye contact with our fellow students as we bow. So when I turn to look at this woman, instead of making eye contact and smiling, she tenses up, averts her eyes and looks at the wall. WTF Bitch???
And the teacher noticed too…instead of proceeding to the next gassho she had everyone in the class introduce themselves and repeated the gassho ( which she had NEVER done before and I’ve taken this class for a while ).
So while I frequently see people falter during yoga practice and there are some poses I and some of the other less flexible students have to either modify or sit out, this is the first time I’ve seen anyone have trouble with the “make eye contact and smile” part of the class.