This probably isn’t going to be pretty, so consider yourself warned.
I know there are people that like their stitching blogs to contain lots of stitching, lots of pics, and pretend you don’t have a life…because they don’t want to hear about it. Well, ok…I am crossing that line. Today was not happy happy and I feel like I am in meltdown mode. I have to give thanks to mj, who pointed out that lilies are deadly to cats. So, after much crying, and a frantic call to my vet, while at work, I have been assured that all is most likely fine with Mr. Romeo. The lilies went out with the trash this morning fortuitously, I suppose, because both Eric and I were sneezing because of them. So, thanks to this website, I am now a more informed person, and hopefully will avoid being the horrible cat mom that I feel like now. I am keeping an eye on Romeo, and hope he’s ok. Also, today, I received an email from Friend Who Went AWOL. I am bitter. I know I am bitter. I know I should work through it and move on, but frankly, I am still pissed. And each time she pops her head in and acts as if we are still buddy buddy, it pisses me off. Part of me feels like I should just respond and chit chat and make like it’s all fine, part of me doesn’t want to respond to her, part of me knows that I should probably address the issue. But, regardless, I didn’t need it today. I have another friend, who won’t respond to my emails. I don’t even know what to say to that one. Sometimes, life just feels hard, sometimes past stuff that you’ve dealt with over and over, comes up again, and while you get to look at it in a different way, from a different place in your life, you’re still looking at it. I know that I am completely rambling, and if I had good sense, I would delete this post and move on back to happy happy land. Is it possible that you can be loved and cared for and have a really amazing life, and still feel lonely sometimes? And it seems like the things that are getting to me are all so trivial. My SIL made a derogatory comment about my sheep (you know the one with the blankets, except she called it a cow). Yeah, maybe a sheep on my mantel falls into the category of tacky, or at the very least kitschy, but back off of my damn sheep. Because, frankly, it is tacky to come to someone’s home and make derogatory comments about anything. Ok, I think I’ve had enough self-pity, and like I said, I am obviously rambling and not writing anything of general interest here. But, thanks for letting me.
The only thing that seemed to make it better today was driving home with the windows rolled down and Beyoncé’s cd turned up.
I am grateful for Crazy Aunt Purl.