As many of you know we had to adopt our daughter’s cat when she moved out. She had named the cat Zonia; Zo for short and couldn’t take her with her when she moved in with her cousin.
So, Zo became our cat; our little fur baby and the best friend of sweet hubby.
According to our vet, Zo was one of the cleanest cats he had ever seen. I said she could shed a whole other cat in two days. She was constantly grooming herself. Pet her and as soon as you stopped she would groom that whole area as if you were petting her with dirty hands.
Unfortunately all that grooming led to the biggest hairball in her stomach that the vet had ever seen. We had the vet remove the hairball and brought her home. She was supposed to start eating, but she never really ate well again. She would pick at her food, sniff it and walk away. We fed her with a syringe because we were trying to save her life, we did that till it looked like she was having a seizure while we were trying to get her to eat. We went back to the vet only to be told that they would have to put a feeding tube in and that the risk of infection was very high. Choices were offered and after a lot of thought we made the ultimate decision to be compassionate and let her go.
That was one of the hardest decisions we have had to make to date. It hurt to make it and it was hard to say good bye to our fur baby; it was just the best choice.
Rest in Peace dear Zo.
I have been reading Momma’s blog and Cindyism’s and then I looked at mine – yup, once again I suck at keeping up with it daily. I think I will work on updating it once a week – with either what is going on with me, my thoughts or a memory. Let’s see how I do at that.
Today started out alright, and now it isn’t. I had to send sweet hubby to the store for me because some how I got some flu-ish type of bug. It isn’t pleasant. I had to stay home from a meeting tonight as there was no way I could do my duties as “President” with the way I was feeling. The secretary was oh so happy to take over for me. Tomorrow is a big luncheon at church and of course I am supposed to be there doing many things. I sincerely hope that I can make it.
So here is one of my thoughts – if you feel like you are coming down with something or you definitely know that you are ill; please for the love of all that is holy – STAY HOME!! I already came down with a sinus infection which the offender tried to pass off as a seasonal allergy and I wasn’t happy. Not sure who or how I got this latest “bug”; pretty sure it came from someone who needed to stay home.
Over the summer I got back in touch with an old friend and we have been enjoying speaking with each other and catching up on the 15 years that we hadn’t seen each other. I do have some trouble keeping our “phone dates”. I don’t always like to chat on the phone and sometimes I just plain forget. The other day I decided I needed a short nap first and ended up sleeping much longer then intended; yup, missed the phone date.
So this is some of what is going on with me – what is going on with you?
I know it has been a long while since I have posted – I apologize for that – life has just been busy.
The little one (I need to find another way to include her in our conversations) is going to make me a grandmother by the end of Oct this year. I keep telling her that “she” will be a Halloween baby.
The oldest (and only other child of mine) got engaged the end of June; the wedding will be Aug 2016.
A couple of days ago I went back to the area I grew up in and visited my little “Sis”. As we drove around after lunch (killing time before a movie) we went through an area that I hadn’t been in in many decades. I wondered if it was the same intersection near where I had a curious encounter when I was barely in my 20’s.
It was a summer night and I had been watching friends play baseball at one of the many parks in the area. Afterwards we hit one of the many little bars that we usually hung out at – you know the ones that aren’t really busy, no bouncers and tend to overlook the fact that even though you were legally an adult you weren’t supposed to be in there indulging in “adult” beverages because for that you weren’t legally an adult. It helped if you wore “Daisy dukes” (shorty shorts) and a t-shirt that had a bare midriff. (No, I wasn’t “like that”; it was more to fit in with the crowd I ran with)
Well after a couple of drinks and many dances, it was time to head for home. I jumped in my trusty, but rusty ’63 “heavy Chevy” Bel Air and drove for home. Not long after, I was right outside the gates for one of the many GM plants in the area, the Bel Air came to a stop.
I tried turning the key to start it, you didn’t really need the key to start it, but I used it anyway. No luck. I got out of the car and raised the hood, checked battery cables, the carburetor, and any other wiring that I could see using a well placed street light; everything was fine. So I then did what any “damsel in distress” would do; I shut the hood and climbed on top of the car to await rescue. (No cell phones in those days and no pay phones outside of the plant’s fence.)
I didn’t have long to wait as the afternoon shift was ending and vehicles were exiting the gates. One problem – no one was stopping. I waved at a few vehicles and their drivers would wave back, but did not stop. Finally there were very few vehicles left and I was beginning to think that I would be walking a few miles to where Momma lived and waking someone up to drive me home; when a young man (older than me though) stopped his vehicle and got out.
He asked what was wrong with my vehicle and I said it wouldn’t start. He then asked if I would open the hood so he could look and perhaps find out what was wrong. Being smart enough to not say that I had done that already I let him look under the hood. He couldn’t find anything wrong either, so he shut the hood and asked if I needed a ride to the nearest pay phone. The nearest pay phone put me right where the hookers usually trolled at that hour and I didn’t particularly want to wait for my Pops to come pick me up in that area. I quickly asked him where he had been going before he stopped. He said he was going home. I asked where was home; I mean perhaps with any luck he would be going near to my house on the other side of town. I was in luck!! He was going home to the other end of my neighborhood. I promptly asked if he would drop me off at my house. He looked me over, decided I wasn’t a threat and said he would.
Mr. Nice-guy waited till I was settled in his car – no seat belts for us as this was before that was mandatory – and away towards home we went. On the way he asked how old I was, I asked him the same (25); where was I going to school and just general questions. We talked about current movies, books and the like; then he started asking more personal questions. Did I have a steady boyfriend, what did I like to do on weekends, where had I been that night and so on. Being younger and a bit naive, I answered everything and even managed to ask a few questions back; which he didn’t always answer.
In a little while we were pulling up in my driveway. I climbed out of his car and then leaned in his open window to thank him and let him know how much I appreciated his help. The next thing I knew he was grabbing my wrists and getting very close to my face. He proceeded to tell me that young girls like me should never climb in a car with a stranger no matter how nice he seemed as you never could tell what could happen. He said the guy could take you to your home like you asked or he could take you anywhere else and you would be in a world of hurt. Then he let go of me and backed out of my driveway.
I let myself into my house and woke up my Pops who was very angry that I had gotten into a stranger’s car in the middle of the night. He took me to where my car was and we towed it home. The next day I walked all over my entire neighborhood trying to to find Mr. Nice-guy’s car, I did that for over a week, every morning and could never find out where he lived even though I checked every driveway on the street he said he lived on.
Was I with a truly nasty piece of work that night who wasn’t up for it after work or was I just with a guy who wanted to help out a damsel in distress and then decided to warn me about the dangers I could of been in? I will never know.
I know I hadn’t thought about that in a long time and it didn’t come back to me till we went by that GM plant and it set the memories in motion.
It is with high hopes that I sit here waiting for it to become 2015. The past 6 months have been rough, so I am hoping that this coming year will be much better.
Already the calendar is showing activity. January shows us travelling to visit long time family friends up near Lansing, February and again in April we will be journeying down to Virginia for family events; first the bridal shower and the wedding of my youngest niece. We will also be visiting sweet hubby’s extended family of whom, in our 14+ years of marriage, I have only met 4.
Still struggling with my sister’s incompetence in handling my father’s estate & trust; I told him she was trouble and she has exceeded my expectations. So even though he has been gone for almost 2 years things are not completed and she is making many decisions on her own (the paperwork filed in court should prevent it) and with the attorney. If I was a bit better off financially I would definitely be able to hire an attorney and fight this stuff.
I am so glad to see 2015 coming, as it has to be better than 2014!!
Happy New Year Dear Readers – may it be so much better than 2014!!
In my last post, I wrote about my friend “Jenny” and that her nickname is Crash. Since I did not elaborate on why she is called that I thought that I would do that now.
Back when we were in high school, it seemed every time that Jenny got behind the wheel of a car she got into a minor fender bender. Though she rarely got a ticket, nor caused enough damage to bother with a car repair and no one got hurt, she just couldn’t seem to avoid having an accident.
I remember when she had just bought a new car for herself, a little yellow Pontiac Sunbird and she was so proud of it; couldn’t wait to take me for a ride. She had graduated high school and had been working full time so we had to go out on a Sunday.
I spent a rare Saturday night at her house, giggling over “Tiger Beat” (a teen magazine about teen idol gossip, fashions, movies and music) and poring over stories in “True Detective” magazine. We didn’t stay up too late as we had promised my parents that I would go to her church in the morning.
We didn’t make it to church as it snowed and on top of what we already had on the ground from before we had to wait till the plow came through so that we could leave. Once we could leave her house, after lunch, we decided to stop at the 7-11 near her house to get a Slurpee, an icy drink that almost always gave one a “brain freeze”.
When we pulled into the 7-11 I noticed that in plowing out their parking lot the snow was in massive mounds on either side of the driveway. This made visibility of the road for the vehicle exiting totally impossible. Inside we got our Slurpees, some more magazines and then headed back to the car. Before I got back in the car I asked Jenny if she wanted me to go across the street and tell her when it was safe to pull out and she could then pick me up on the shoulder of the road. “No”, she said, “I can see just fine”.
I didn’t have a good feeling about this, but got in the car anyway. (You also should remember that this was before wearing seat belts in even the front seat was mandatory) She started that Sunbird up and toward the driveway we went. I mentioned again about the snow and maybe I should be outside letting her know when it was safe to come out of the driveway because we couldn’t see the road. Nope, nope we would be just fine.
She pulled the car out of the driveway and not quite halfway across the lane when BAM!! We were hit by a car on her side, which pushed us into the other lane where we were hit by a car on my side. Lots of ouchies received that day but no broken bones; just a lot of damaged car and no ticket.
Fast forward to 2013 the two of us in her car, driving down a busy 5 line road with multiple intersections and traffic signals; also lots of vehicles. We are coming up to some stopped traffic, the light ahead is red – she is NOT SLOWING DOWN!!! There is a pick-up truck dead ahead and I can tell that if she doesn’t stop really, really fast that the pick-up truck bumper will be contacting with our heads as her car is way smaller than that truck!! “Jenny, you need to stop.” (No reaction) “Jenny, stop.” (No reaction) We are getting too close………. “STOP!! STOP!!! STOP THE DAMN CAR!!!” She slams on the brakes and we barely stop in time. She looks over and says, “Sorry”. I have not ridden with her since; I will not. And people wonder why I prefer to drive myself………………….
A long time ago, in a world far, far away……. Oh wait!! Wrong movie!!
Back when the place where I grew up actually had 2 drive-in movie theatres my friend, “Jenny”, and I would often take her car and go for a double feature.
One night we had made plans to go see “The Hills Have Eyes”. I am pretty sure it was paired with another horror movie, but because of what happened I can’t remember what the other movie was even about. The plan was made and Jenny was to pick me up and I was going to spend the night at her house after the movie. To say I was excited and happy to be going and getting out of the house would be an understatement.
I packed my bag, got some snacks ready (the real cool thing about drive-ins was being able to bring in your own snacks), popped some popcorn, grabbed some money and sat on the porch to wait for Jenny to pick me up.
Jenny pulled up in her latest car (her nickname is “Crash”) and jumped out to tell me something. The something was that she had also invited 2 of her other friends along and they were already in the car and one was already riding shotgun (front passenger seat) and that was MY seat whenever we went anywhere. Jenny told me that they had dropped by right as she was getting ready to leave and she had invited them to join us. (Seriously you couldn’t have called and warned me?)
Now, if you are wondering why I was acting like such a little brat here’s the scoop – all 3 of them went to the same high school – but not with me, all 3 of them were a grade ahead of me and all of them were 2 years older than me. I should’ve been thrilled to be going with them but instead I was being my pain in the butt younger self and being jealous. Plain and simple; I was used to it being just the 2 of us and I didn’t like surprises.
Well, I climbed in the back of the car and tried to be pleasant to everyone; only Jenny knew that I was less than happy about the situation. I ended up sitting behind Jenny and that was when the plan began to form.
We got to the drive-in and of course there was a discussion about where to park to watch the movies. When Jenny voiced that she would rather park a little closer to the concession stand and the other two were voicing their objections, my voice said it should be driver’s choice and then I muttered something about it being her vehicle she should park it wherever she wanted to. She parked where they wanted to.
We parked, went to the concession stand to get sodas, came back to the car and put the speakers on the windows. I passed around the snacks and popcorn, then put my icy cold soda between my knees and sat back to enjoy the show.
I used to be better with horror movies than I am now; could watch them all day and even find humor in them. Well, I was finding more than humor in this one, I was getting more ideas.
About mid-way through this horror movie I discovered that not only were my knees getting cold from the soda, but my hands were also about freezing and then suddenly the plan came together.
I wrapped my hands around the cup and held on till my hands were really icy cold. I leaned forward on my seat till my head was almost touching Jenny’s and I started talking to her about the creepy stuff that was happening in the movie; all the while slowly moving my hand out my window and in through her’s. Then I slowly wrapped my hand around her throat, not hard enough to hurt her. I just touched it with my icy hand enough to scare her silly. Well, she screamed and leaped toward the middle of the car and I sat back in my seat and laughed and laughed.
Unfortunately the joke was on me – first I was asked just what the hell I was doing and then I was told to get the hell out of her car and to sit on the roof till it was time to leave. If I couldn’t be nice then I wasn’t allowed to sit in the car with the rest of them. What?? I was only kidding around!!!
So, I took my popcorn, my soda and some of the snacks and exited the car. I put my stuff on the roof and using the bumper as a first step I made my way up on the roof of the car where I sat for the rest of the evening.
It took many apologies and a couple of days before our friendship was back to where it was before the movie. And now that we are older, it is something that we can laugh about when we reminisce. Yes, she still calls me a little brat whenever the incident is brought up; but it is done amid smiles and laughter. (I am glad that I have such a forgiving friend; especially when I was being a total jerk.)
that I haven’t been on here to post lately.
Been just a little bit busy with life and all things Mimi related. I have started a post about Mimi, who has been my “grandma”, my “mom” and my very bestest friend for over 3 decades; pretty sure without her in my life I wouldn’t still be here. It is just an intensely personal relationship to write about and with her recently passing away it has been hard to put it all down. I may just serve it up to you a section at a time.
In other areas sweet hubby and I are taking CERT classes, so I am sure there will be blogs about those from time to time. We had an immense amount of fun tonight in class which I am sure will be in an upcoming post.
So keep checking in Dear Reader, I promise there are more posts coming!!
One of my new friends was telling me about her recent trip to Boston and how they started staying at Bed & Breakfasts while on their trip and how much they enjoyed staying in them. I told her that I had always thought about how nice it would be stay at one till we stayed at the one I have affectionately dubbed, “The One From Hell”.
The oldest was going off to college and we had to go up to do orientation. Waited just a bit too long to get into a decent hotel in the area so we opted to stay in a Bed & Breakfast that we had found online. The pictures looked good, the description read well and there was a refund guarantee if you didn’t enjoy your stay. We were hooked.
Driving up there we were all excited, and even though they had a “policy” about not accepting late arrivals we had called the owner and made arrangements with her. We got there after dark and after unloading by the back porch,the vehicle had to be pulled around to the parking area by the barn. Since sweet hubby had just gotten out of the hospital I was driving and wasn’t too happy about walking back to the house from the barn in the dark.
When I got back to the house, we met the owner and encountered our first problem. We were supposed to have the rooms on the ground floor since sweet hubby couldn’t do the stairs easily and was lugging an oxygen tank. She had switched our rooms out for ones on the second floor. Fortunately there was a bathroom on the second floor which only our family would be using as, according to the owner, we were the only ones up on there.
Going up the stairs was hard as the railing kept getting lower and lower and totally disappeared by the time you reached the second floor. Made it very hard for someone who was having a hard time breathing and needed the railing to go up the stairs. I asked the owner if she was planning on getting it replaced to a full railing and she said no as she was trying to keep the house as original as possible.
Our girls were sleeping in the first room at the top of the stairs. It had a nice queen sized bed in it, a comfy chair and a medium sized color TV that we were assured worked and was hooked up via a satellite so had plenty of channels. I had noticed that the hallway outside of the bedroom had some dead flies and mentioned it to the owner. She said that there had been quite a few of them up there that afternoon but that she had vacuumed them up.
One of my friends and I were talking the other day about jobs we’ve had and co-workers we’ve had and other people at work that we have had to interact with and it reminded me of a particular incident a long time ago when I was working at a company we will call the blue oval.
At that time I was doing an IT job (works with computers) and one of my duties was to grant access to various groups that were on the LAN (Local Area Network). Just about every time the user was in a different building, and sometimes in a different city entirely.
One day I processed a request for a new user to be added to many different groups and when I was finished I sent out the standard email telling him what had been done and that his next step was to contact his local help desk so that they could complete the connections on his end, as this was a two part process.
The next morning I received an email from that user saying that he couldn’t access what he was supposed to access and could I please give him the permissions so that he could work. Again I sent them the email stating that it was now up to their local help desk so that the local IT guys could do the last part of the hook-up.
By afternoon I had yet another email from him stating that he still didn’t have access. I wrote him again and said that he needed to contact the local help desk (providing numbers and email addresses) to help him, as it could only be done in his building
The next morning and afternoon was a repeat of the day before. So I called his local help desk and asked if they had been contacted with the request; I was told no. I asked if I could place the request for him as there seemed to be a bit of a misunderstanding with what he needed to do next. Of course I couldn’t, that wouldn’t be following protocol and might get the guy to the top of the queue, which wouldn’t be fair to others.
I emailed the user and explained again that he needed to contact his local help desk, provided all the contact information and even sent along the supervisor’s name and number for that area.
The next morning I received another email from him that was worded pretty sternly and talked about how I was personally responsible for him not being able to do his job. At this I saw red as I had done everything that I was required to do and had even done a little extra trying to get him up and running.
So I sat down and wrote back, as civilly as I could, telling him that he needed to please contact his local help desk at the number provided and that they would put him in the queue so that his access could be completed. Then I wrote the following including the one sentence that I probably shouldn’t have written, but just couldn’t stop myself and I paraphrase for you:
I have done all that I can do at this end. You need to contact your local help desk at the phone number that I have provided you numerous times. This is the ONLY way that you will receive access to the groups that you need as your local help desk must do this step; I can not. If you can not understand that this is what you must do, please contact your supervisor and have them read this note and explain it to you. Have a nice day.
After that, I went to lunch and hoped that I wouldn’t hear from him again. The joke was soon to be on me!
When I returned to my desk, I was only there a few minutes when I received an email from my supervisor asking for details about the situation and did I write the email referenced below his email. I sent him back a short email that said yes, I had sent that email. He sent a reply that the person had contacted our department manager, who contacted my supervisor and my supervisor now wanted all the correspondence. I replied that I would do that and set about printing out all the emails.
No sooner than I had taken the print outs from the tray and walked back into my cubicle, my supervisor was there and told me I was in a bit of trouble with our department manager. I handed him the print outs and then held out my hands and said you better smack them good because I wasn’t wrong on this one.
We went into his office where he proceeded to read each letter out loud. By the time that he had read the 4th email exchange he looked at me and said I can understand why you wrote that final note. Then he showed me the email that the user had sent to our department manager. I will paraphrase again.
Recently I have been in contact with *************** in your department regarding getting access to (names of several groups here). She keeps stating that this is not her job and in her last note suggested that since I couldn’t understand her correspondence I should take it to my supervisor and have it read to me.
I HAVE A DEGREE FROM HARVARD!!! I AM THE SUPERVISOR of my department.
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, etc.
Between the misspellings in the letter and the definite vibe of this dude thinking he was way more important than the rest of us and had a better pedigree obviously, my supervisor just started laughing. (So did I)
After we quit laughing, he called our department manager and explained the situation to him. The department manger told me that if this type of situation were to ever happen again that I was to turn it over to the supervisor and not try to handle it on my own. Of course I agreed to that; would’ve been dumb not to.
As to the user who thought he was super important, he finally got connected; it just took another whole week.