The Adventures of Jane, Marley and Cat

But life just keeps on keeping on.

New hip? Check

New son-in-law? Very soon.

Kids?  All doing ok.  Today.

Dogs? As wicked as ever.

Today I came home from work to find that Marley had disemboweled Kjarsti’s comforter and there was cotton batting all over my house.  I’m leaving it for her to pick up.

The week has been pretty good.  I’m in a MUCH better place than I was a year ago… 6 months ago…. even 3 weeks ago.  I chalk it up to  a) new medication, b) meditation, and c) 2×4 to the head.  Whatever it was that shifted me, I’m grateful.  It was hard, sad, anxious, and painful.. but I’m in a new dimension.

Now, at this moment, everything in my life is perfect.  And for that, I am eternally grateful.

You know, it’s been a rough go for me for the last year when it comes to friends.  Happily, many of those glitches have been mended for me.  However, I’m having another one of those experiences that reminds me waaaaaay too much of Junior High.

I have a friend who was totally there for me through all the hard times last year.  Even though she doesn’t live near me, she was incredibly supportive through email, phone, text, etc.  I had stayed at her home, enjoyed her company and her love, and it was great.

Then suddenly she becomes friends with another of my friends, and that other person is now her sole interest.

As for me: texts are ignored, emails ignored, phone calls ignored.

She says she’s busy, and that too many people are pulling on her for her time and attention.  Bottom line: someone else is more important right now, and I’ve been pushed aside.

I don’t normally give much energy to something like this, but I’m already so wounded and vulnerable from last fall, that this just feels like a punch to the gut.  Especially since she knows exactly what I went through.

So, I’ve spoken my truth, asked for what I want, and now I have to just let it go.

I’m really ready to be done with all the friendship tests.

Tags: i need very special drugs, My brain hurts, other people make me crazy

My toilet is leaking, so I keep a container under it to catch the drips. Actually, I turn off the water 90% of the time, because I like to believe I am some how conserving. Anyway….

I’m using one of those plastic containers that the creme puffs from Costco come in, so it’s a pretty big container. If I forget to empty it, there can sometimes be about 100 oz of water in there.

The cat lives to knock it over. The more water in it, the better.

I have damp bathroom rugs most of the time now. I have actually started smacking him if he comes within 3 feet of it. (Note that I am usually sitting on the throne, unable to move rapidly when he comes in the bathroom)

I would just like to remind everyone that THE CAT IS NOT MINE. Every animal in my house belongs to someone else, yet they all think of me as mom.

Actually, the cat doesn’t think of me as mom.  The cat thinks of me as staff.

Tags: damn cat, Fur-Children