The one where I talk your ear off
I have made it my goal this year to listen to all of my CDs again to see if there are any songs I like that I didn’t yet put on my iTunes. My CD taste is quite eclectic to say the least, but somehow, a few CDs from The Cult ended up in my collection and I have no idea how. I don’t remember purchasing them and I don’t remember anyone giving them to me. They just found their way into my collection and now I don’t know what to do with them because they’re the musical equivalent of NOTHING.
Jason possibly has TMJ. Every morning, he opens his mouth to yawn and we’re treated to a resounding POP! as his jaw rebuilds itself or whatever the hell it’s doing. And then to add to his discomfort, both of his ears are now plugged, which makes him miserable and had him cowering at the grocery store this weekend with his hands over his ears every time the cashier bellowed, “Manager to register six!” over the intercom every 23 seconds. I found it difficult to properly regulate my voice volume, so that every time I talked to him, he’d wave his hands wildly at me, saying, “Too loud! Too loud!” And then later, “WHAT? I can’t HEAR you!” And then later still, “Are you mad at me? You’re not saying much.”
I have been working on a scarf for a few weeks now. It is awesome, full of tricky yarn overs and extra stitches and an intricate pattern, but yet I cannot seem to muster the concentration required to finish more than 1/8 of it without messing up. I have started this scarf at least 12 times. I do not know what my problem is besides my ability to count up to 5, but I have had to take a break from it because once when I messed up, I took a pair of scissors to my work and hacked it to pieces, breathing heavily like The Hulk all the while. Meanwhile, Jason was like, “Why don’t you just read a nice book?” (Not added: “With pictures.”)
We went to Petco yesterday and I immediately made a beeline to the animals up for adoption. There was only one cat there, a beautiful gray tortie named Cynthia who had enormous gold eyes. She scrambled up to the front of the cage so I could pet her as Jason scanned the info sheet. “Says she’s really shy at first,” he said, as Cynthia reached her paw out to me and purred. Just like last time, at home a few hours later, I asked Jason how much he liked Cynthia on a scale from 1-10. 8, 8, 8, I thought as he pondered briefly and answered, “8.”
Now we are one cat away from being the Crazy Cat Couple, and I’m not sure if having 3 cats is a good idea, so for now, it’s a NO. But when we go back in a few weeks, if she’s still there, all bets are OFF.
Abby’s been limping more noticeably the last few days. I’m not sure if her arthritis is getting worse (she is 13), or if her claws are too long (which they are, because NO ONE can touch her back paws except for the vet techs, and even when they clip her claws, they return to the waiting room with disheveled hair and tight smiles), but if it doesn’t improve soon, then she’ll make an early annual trip to get checked out. In the meantime, we bought some cosequin soft chews for her, which thankfully she ate, because you cannot get her to swallow pills (she “swallows” them and then a few hours later you discover a soggy pill on the floor).
Things that are making me happy right now:
When Jason inexplicably calls me “poopdeck,” as in, “Hey poopdeck, hand me the remote.”
I am so ready for baseball season to start that I forked over $14.95 to have Gameday Audio at work so I can listen to the spring training games and all the regular season day games. YES I DID.
Jason showed me a cute pair of brown Converse shoes at Target. I bought them, and they make me smile.
I only have one more week left on an undesirable work project.
My birthday is this month and I have prepared for it by requesting 2 days off from work. (I try never to work on my birthday anymore, because job frustration on a normal day = whatever. Job frustration ON MY BIRTHDAY = Armageddon.)
Last week, a knocking noise led me to almost open the front door to a giant bluebird and his friends, an abnormally large cardinal couple, who were apparently alerting me to the unsatisfactory level of birdseed.
TMJ–no fun. Mine mysteriously disappeared as my hips and knees began to crack during my 1st pregnancy. It has been gone for almost 5 years, but sadly, my bones crack like I am 85 now.
We’ve been back and forth on a third cat too, you know “for the kids”. It would totally be for us, but we wonder if it will seem crazy. 3 kids! 3 Cats! F R E A K S!!
Hub also suggested a guinea pig, which I have vetoed.
Comment by Saly — March 3, 2008 @ 2:47 pm
NO WAY!
I got brown converse yesterday!!
I think you are my sister from another mother or something. Serious.
Oh yeah, my birthday is also this month.
Comment by Shannon — March 3, 2008 @ 3:07 pm
Saly, a guinea pig? That is too funny. I think you should do it!
Shannon, when’s your birthday? Mine’s the 17th, so if yours is the same, we should look into this “sisters” business. Shannon, Shauna; it’s all highly suspicious.
Comment by Shauna — March 3, 2008 @ 3:11 pm
I want Gameday Audio too. BOO to my stupid work computer that doesn’t have audio! Gah!
My birthday is this month too! Yay March! Yay!
Comment by Jess — March 3, 2008 @ 3:12 pm
“Poopdeck”? Is the most hilarious pet name I’ve ever heard of.
Comment by seven — March 3, 2008 @ 3:12 pm
I like this “general life updates” format.
Many a doctor has surmised that BR suffers from The TMJ. I think it’s more a case of Fussypants-itis, but whatev.
You’re HAVING TROUBLE controlling…the VOLUME OF YOUR VOICE! Awesome.
Comment by Tessie — March 3, 2008 @ 3:27 pm
Another March birthday here! What’s with “poopdeck” – all I can think of is, “Arrrrggg, matey, swab the poopdeck!” Seriously, where’d he come up with that?
Comment by JMC — March 3, 2008 @ 3:27 pm
GET THE CAT!!!
Oh I am sorry did I say that out loud. I meant you should think about another cat and decide if it is a good fit for you and your family… SIGH. I want a nice gray cat with golden eyes!!
Ohh I have cute Brown converse (not from Target, TJ Maxx) and they also make me smile!!
Comment by Christina — March 3, 2008 @ 3:59 pm
Your knitting = my sewing. It never ends well and scares the poopdeck out of Homer.
Comment by LoriD — March 3, 2008 @ 6:09 pm
Poopdeck?? Me like!
Comment by slynnro — March 3, 2008 @ 10:23 pm
Can I post links here? You need one of these!
http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/clientED/images/cat_restraint/cat_in_bag.jpg
http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/clientED/images/cat_restraint/bag_leg.jpg
I’m so happy I was compelled to find images of that. THANK YOU.
Comment by blacksheeped — March 4, 2008 @ 7:04 am
JMC, I have NO CLUE where poopdeck came from, but it cracks me up!
Blacksheeped, wow. I am trying to imagine how we would get out all the bloodstains if we used that on Abby, and I’m not seeing a positive outcome. (She’d find us later and KILL us dead.)
Comment by Shauna — March 4, 2008 @ 9:01 am
Your knitting = my crosstitching. I did a crosstitch for Addy with her name and birthdate and the obligatory cutesy picture with bear and stars and moon and all. I worked on a Tigger crosstitch for Eli while on bedrest, and all I have left to do is the name and birthdate. And I CANNOT muster the motivation to finish it, even though it would take a half hour, tops.
Comment by Sarah — March 4, 2008 @ 9:54 am
I came to your blog through Whimsy’s and my boring morning at work has me reading about other peoples’ exciting lives. I had to leave a comment about Gameday Audio! My co-workers call me a dork because I bought it too!! They really think I’m a dork for listening to Spring Training games, but I don’t care! It’s $14.95 well spent!
Comment by stacie — March 4, 2008 @ 12:39 pm
The other day a bird flew into the screen on my screened-in porch. He them flew 10 feet to the maple looking crazed and diffused. I hope no permanent bird-brain damage was done.
Happy Birthday! Party like it’s 2008.
Poopdeck? Did he recently watch Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World or Mutiny on the Bounty? Still, it’s cute to have a nickname. After 20 years here, still no nickname.
Comment by PixelPi — March 4, 2008 @ 3:10 pm
Welcome, Stacie! Glad I’m not the only sports-crazy girl out there!
Comment by Shauna — March 4, 2008 @ 3:52 pm
Go for it! Cat number #3! Three is the number of Divine Perfection.
I took the plunge (from 2 cats to 3) last October, when my 16 yr old daughter begged for a kitten. I will surely be known as The Crazy Cat Lady of Ridgewood Heights, but what-the-heck. “Lucy” is the best thing that ever happened to us.
By the way, did I mention that she has golden eyes?
Comment by Edith — March 9, 2008 @ 6:47 pm
Edith, you are not helping!
We’ll see if Cynthia is still available for adoption next week and go from there.
Comment by Shauna — March 10, 2008 @ 12:51 pm
[...] Remember that scarf I talked about? The one that I had restarted 12 times and once hacked to pieces with a scissors, so great was my rage at messing it up YET AGAIN? [...]
Pingback by Pickles & Dimes » I fought the yarn and the yarn won — March 11, 2008 @ 11:13 am
Have you thought any more about Cynthia?
Comment by Shannon — March 13, 2008 @ 5:41 pm