Friday, March 20, 2009

Rory Makes It To The Show…and other stuff

Rory (who is now named Vegas and living happily with Leigh-Ann’s brother and sister-in-law), who we found as a stray kitten on our front porch, has made it to the bigs.  She was one of the featured cats on I Can Has Cheezburger.  Someone found her picture on my Flickr site, and perhaps someone else delicately swiped it from them, because her original picture said “Dunno Source” - after Leigh-Ann’s brother found the picture, we informed the site admins of the source and they remedied it immediately, linking both to my Flickr account (that reminds me, I should check my traffic) and to our rescue, Wee Paws Animal Sanctuary, which I thought was nice of them.  Sometimes, Leigh-Ann and I need to share the same happy incident.  So, here’s Rory!

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Apparently my blog isn’t cheerful enough for some people’s tastes.  Hmm, is there anywhere here where I told you I was going to be cheerful & entertaining?  This has been my life, for better or worse, and blogs are by nature self-indulgent things, so if you don’t like it here, there are lots of blogs to read.  Even though I like having readers and friends, I write my blog for myself.  I didn’t start writing expecting to be read by anyone.  It’s like a public diary, only I could never stick to writing a diary when I was a kid.  Whether I ever have another reader or not, this blog has served its purpose.  I have made friends here (:::waves:::), I’ve informed people about the ins and outs of having a herniated disk and then having surgery (:::waves to the herniated disk friends I’ve met here:::), I’ve written about my experience with Fibromyalgia (waves to the FMS folks), I’ve written about Tricia Kean’s breasts (waves to Tricia), I’ve written about my stupid annoying bladder problem (thanks Enablex SO much - was cured in a couple of months and could stop the med), I’ve written about pets (waves to the animal lovers), I’ve written about clinical trials (waves to the other human experiments), I’ve written about hockey (welcome American hockey fans, I know you’re a rare breed), I’ve written about fantasy football (we ALL love fantasy football), and on and on.  I can’t make this blog be a place that’s just for you - I have to write about what comes into my head and hope that you either like it or you skip to the next entry, which is what I do when someone writes about something that doesn’t interest me.

I guess my only regret is giving out my blog url so easily.  Strangers and friends are completely different kinds of readers than family members.  I remember when the most offensive thing on my blog was that I said “fuck” a couple of times.  Oh, how some people miss the times of yore.  I can’t help that.  What I can do is tell you that if you’re not interested in what I’m writing about, there’s that big “X” at the upper right of your screen, and it’ll make sure you don’t have to read here.  Despite what’s happened in my life lately, I’m pretty cheerful by nature, as is Leigh-Ann, and we treat people well, which is how we get free things…that we’ve been told that people don’t believe that we get.  We’re never rude to anyone when we go out; we’re friendly even when someone makes a mistake; we’re patient; when we have money, we buy stuff for people (for our favorite Starbucks employees, the vet’s office, the doctors’ offices, strangers online sometimes, etc. - cheap stuff, but we think about how we treat other people); and although we haven’t reaped much financial karma, we have reaped other sorts of rewards.  So, in other words, if I’m complaining here and I’m miserable, I still treat people well, and am usually treated well in exchange, but this is still MY blog.  Generally, if I rant about how miserable I feel, I feel better afterwards for getting if off my chest.  Maybe I’m weird, but I don’t mind at all when other bloggers complain.  Hey, life sometimes sucks…and sometimes it sucks for a looooooooong time. 

Just recently, I wrote a post on a Fibromyalgia board.  It was fairly typical (although I’ve written some posts there just to help other people with info, too) of how I write.  Kind of ranty.  However, it was in an environment where everyone understand exactly how I felt, and I was commended for keeping my sense of humor even under trying circumstances that they’ve all experienced.  I like to think I retain it here, too, but sometimes I don’t feel like I can be amusing.  Nevertheless, this blog is my home, so I’m not going to run off to FMS boards just for understanding.  I sometimes write just to have a history of what happened written down here, so I can go back to it later.  That said, it’s MY home and it makes me feel better to write here, no matter what I write and no matter how depressing it might be.  If you don’t like it, please read something more to your enjoyment, like perhaps a wiki written by Mikey the Humming Mouse from 1999.  I’m sure Mikey and his sea monkey expertise will be thrilled with your readership.  I’ll be happy with those who stay here for enjoyment or education or because they’re pissed off and don’t have a blog to write in or those who are just my friends, no matter what I write.  And frankly, no offense to your sensibilities, but it’s a little difficult to be overly cheerful when you’ve lost your health, your car has been repo’d, you’ve lost your job, and you’re in danger of losing your house.  It’s just a wee bit difficult to stick to “cheery is as cheery does”.

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1. Geez, it says “I Rant: Therefore I Am” right at the top of the page. What’s wrong with people that they come here expecting sunshine and lollipops all the time? It’s YOUR blog so you write what YOU want to write. That’s how blogs work.

   -Defensive fellow blogger who complains from time to time

   Calamity Jenni  on  03/21  at  12:17 AM

2. Exactly!  I’ve never pretended to be anything I wasn’t.  I enjoy ranting.  I’m pretty cheerful in person (at least when someone isn’t accusing me something), so ranting here makes me feel better.  I don’t go to a therapist, couldn’t afford it if I wanted to (but don’t), so this blog is the place to get it all out.  I’ve been writing this way since the end of 2004, so I’m pretty sure that I’m not going to change.  Hey, my life has gotten crappier since then, so I’ve written about it.  Maybe it makes other people to feel better that they’re not alone, and with so many people losing their jobs and investments these days, there are lots of us who aren’t feeling all sunshine & lollipops.

   Thanks!

   Flippy  on  03/21  at  12:49 AM

3. I love you guys. If I could do more for you both, I would. Hell, if I could visit you, I would.

   georg  on  03/21  at  04:57 AM

4. Yeah, we know that you, more than anyone, “get it”.  I’m sorry that things have been so hard for you and I know that you’ve probably been accused of making stuff up even more than we have, even though it required you giving up a career that you actually liked.  That’s the thing, who gives up stuff they like, to be “sick”?  I haven’t even felt like watching our regular Saturday night hockey games (other years, I’ve watched all 82 games on tv and this year, I don’t even watch one a month), and there isn’t anyone around to see that I haven’t felt like watching tv, so it’s not like, “Hey, look what I’m not doing, because I’m ‘sick’.”  No one knows, except Leigh-Ann.

   We love you, too…and who knows, maybe someday we can meet in person.  It must’ve horrified you to hear that our vet said that we smell good.  We’ll make sure not to smell like anything at all for our visit.

   Flippy  on  03/21  at  08:07 AM

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