Well, at 10:27 am this morning Autumn's kitty, Stevie, went on to kitty heaven. He was only three years old but he had been sick on and off during the two years she had him but he always got better. This time he just deteriorated over the past two weeks. We took him to the Humane Society (there is nothing humane about this society when it comes to their money though) this past Wednesday to see if they could help him. They gave him an antibiotic, fluids and showed Autumn how to force feed him. We tried that over the course of the next three days but he couldn't keep anything down. So, last night we decided to take him back to the Humane Society this morning to have blood work done to see if they could figure out what was going on with him.
It turned out he had a luekemia virus and the only option was to put him to sleep. If you are an animal lover you know that this is heartbreaking. I was with Joe when he had to put Conrad to sleep a few years ago and it was extremely difficult. Autumn was so heartbroken and had to leave the room. I stayed with Stevie while they gave him the medicine and helped him pass over to the fields where he can roam and play without pain and suffering. I cried so hard but I know he's happy now.
He's a beautiful cat, part Siamese, part tabby, just sweet and lovable. I know he will be watching over us forever.
God Bless You Stevie! You brought joy and love to our lives during your short time here on earth! Thank you!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Rainy days and Tuesday...
G'day, my friends!!
Well, I started my new job last Thursday and I have to say...so far, so good. I like my boss, even though she's a woman (LOL!!); I like my co-workers, even though 85% of them are women; and I am enjoying the work.
I am really looking foward to that first paycheck on October 24th. I will be able to fully pay my rent, start getting caught up on my car payments, get some car insurance, pay for my Carrie ticket, put gas in my car (I might even fill 'er up!!), and get back to trying to clear up my credit report. I'm working toward getting that bad credit turned around by the end of next year. It's only taken me 30 years to get it to this horrible point, I'm hoping, if I focus, that I can get it back to decent in a year. Motivation is THE key.
The main bill that I'm really focused on right this moment though is the gas bill. We've been without gas for a little over two months now. Taking baths with heated water out of a bowl is not fun but at least I can do it with hot water because, luckily, I have an electric stove!! Thank you so much to Joe and Rodney for allowing me to occasionally take a shower at their house. My family is soooooooo jealous!! LOL!!
Now to the sadder version...my brother is leaning toward becoming a drunk. Who drinks TWO, 30-packs of beer in five days unless they're a drunk? It makes no sense to me. The house smells, he smells, my couch smells, everything is pretty disgusting and he drinks all day and plays online poker. I don't get it. I have talked to my friend Warner about this situation and I know what I have to do, the problem is finding the backbone to do it. There's just no reason why Jim can't get a job, even if it's at McDonald's or the cigarette shop, anything would do, just so he could contribute more. Why do I have to ask for something to be done in that house when he's there ALL day, EVERY day?
When I asked him to come here nine years ago it wasn't so I could take care of him for the rest of his life or mine. It was to get him off the street and on his way to a better life. He's got a better life alright but not at his own hands. And yet, he has the nerve to constantly berate my daughter to me. Have you looked in the mirror in the past 10 years?? Yes, she has her faults, as we all do, but she does try, she does work, she is going to school, she is trying to better her life and Pablo's, that's more than can be said for him. It's so frustrating.
I want to give him an ultimatum but I don't want him to be homeless again just because he's weak, you know? But I'm getting to the point where my compassion toward him is at an all-time low and something's got to change.
Oh well...fuck.
So, that's my soapbox for the day. It's rainy, gloomy, but I'm at work and I'm going to delve in to some stuff that I need to take care of.
Here's to LIFE!!
Well, I started my new job last Thursday and I have to say...so far, so good. I like my boss, even though she's a woman (LOL!!); I like my co-workers, even though 85% of them are women; and I am enjoying the work.
I am really looking foward to that first paycheck on October 24th. I will be able to fully pay my rent, start getting caught up on my car payments, get some car insurance, pay for my Carrie ticket, put gas in my car (I might even fill 'er up!!), and get back to trying to clear up my credit report. I'm working toward getting that bad credit turned around by the end of next year. It's only taken me 30 years to get it to this horrible point, I'm hoping, if I focus, that I can get it back to decent in a year. Motivation is THE key.
The main bill that I'm really focused on right this moment though is the gas bill. We've been without gas for a little over two months now. Taking baths with heated water out of a bowl is not fun but at least I can do it with hot water because, luckily, I have an electric stove!! Thank you so much to Joe and Rodney for allowing me to occasionally take a shower at their house. My family is soooooooo jealous!! LOL!!
Now to the sadder version...my brother is leaning toward becoming a drunk. Who drinks TWO, 30-packs of beer in five days unless they're a drunk? It makes no sense to me. The house smells, he smells, my couch smells, everything is pretty disgusting and he drinks all day and plays online poker. I don't get it. I have talked to my friend Warner about this situation and I know what I have to do, the problem is finding the backbone to do it. There's just no reason why Jim can't get a job, even if it's at McDonald's or the cigarette shop, anything would do, just so he could contribute more. Why do I have to ask for something to be done in that house when he's there ALL day, EVERY day?
When I asked him to come here nine years ago it wasn't so I could take care of him for the rest of his life or mine. It was to get him off the street and on his way to a better life. He's got a better life alright but not at his own hands. And yet, he has the nerve to constantly berate my daughter to me. Have you looked in the mirror in the past 10 years?? Yes, she has her faults, as we all do, but she does try, she does work, she is going to school, she is trying to better her life and Pablo's, that's more than can be said for him. It's so frustrating.
I want to give him an ultimatum but I don't want him to be homeless again just because he's weak, you know? But I'm getting to the point where my compassion toward him is at an all-time low and something's got to change.
Oh well...fuck.
So, that's my soapbox for the day. It's rainy, gloomy, but I'm at work and I'm going to delve in to some stuff that I need to take care of.
Here's to LIFE!!
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