Sunday, June 29, 2008

Shoe place

Just in case anybody with a weird shoe size reads this blog, the specialty shoe outfit I mentioned in my last post is Maryland Square. And the flats I ordered fit great.

OK, T-minus-3 days to blast-off. I really do hope this re-marriage works. But guys are guys, and old guys don't change easily, if at all. I just don't want my sister getting stuck with all the "heavy lifting" and stress again.

But, hey, what do I know? I suck at relationships.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Wedding finery

So this is going to be a church wedding, with the bride (my sister, A.) in a gorgeous, sparkly, champagne-colored formal dress and the groom in a snappy tux, which means I need to look decent (being a bridesmaid & all). Fortunately, I'm spared the usual hideous bridesmaid's dress and got to pick out my own togs. After much searching, I found a nice pantsuit in the fat ladies' section of a store at the mall (that shows you how desperate I got, that I'd set foot in the mall!). It's made of a nifty crinkly fabric (55% linen/45% rayon) with spots of beadwork and embroidery, and it looks pretty good on me (despite the fact that there's currently too much of me). It's turquoise, sorta--it has less green than what I think of as turquoise. Maybe electric blue? Anyway, it's bright, but not loud.

And, of course, one must have shoes to go with it. Nobody local carries my weird size, so I've had to express-mail two pairs of white dress shoes. Yes, I only need one, but the first pair of pumps was SO painful to wear (and not quite narrow enough) that the day after I received them, I picked out a different pair from a specialty outfit I've done a lot of business with, this time ordering flats, also white, also with a pointy toe, but not as pointy. I'll send the first pair back as soon as I confirm the second pair is present, accounted for, and fits.

I don't really have a shoe fetish, although I look at shoes rather a lot, and I have a permanent search set up on eBay for my size and favorite attributes (or, rather, the attributes I don't want). You try fitting a 9.5 narrow foot--9.5 AA or even AAA in pumps--and see if you're not a little obsessed with shoes!

Friday, June 20, 2008

Stranger than fiction

Try this sequence on for size:

1. A marries B.
2. After almost fifteen years, A and B split up and decide to divorce.
3. About three months later, the divorce is final.
4. About two weeks later, A and B REMARRY!

This is a real thing happening in my family right now. You can't make this stuff up.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Some people suck worse than I do

The human race does not deserve to survive, I swear. A few minutes ago, I yelled at a little girl across the street a while ago for throwing a kitten on the ground THREE TIMES--she tossed it once, the kitten came back to her, she tossed it harder, the kitten came back, then this same evil child raised the kitten OVER HER HEAD before throwing it down on the ground! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I jumped out on my porch and yelled at her, "Hey, what's the matter with you, kid?! Don't be throwing that cat!" and the little psycho ducked into her house.

Maybe she won't do it again.

Yeah, because people are so good at heart.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

OK, so I suck, & here's why

I'm done feeding ferals. I've been cutting down on the amount of food I set out and the regularity with which I do it, and today I didn't set out food or water at all. Took the last remaining shelter cover down and brought the bowls in. Ignored Leo when he came meowing at me for food and/or water and/or attention. I guess I'm done TNR'ing, too, although I'll keep my borrowed traps for a while just in case.

Why quit feeding? I'm tired. Tired of the constant mess, the cat fights, cats spraying all around the back porch (and the stench in summertime, OMG), fighting slugs, roaches, & ants, occasional cat poop inside the food shelters (who the hell shits where they eat???), and Leo screeching at me every time I put a foot out the door....I'm just tired of it. The low Z levels in my head might have something to do with it (that's temporary--a new, larger prescription is en route, hallelujah), but anyway, I'm done. I've fed ferals for five or six years now and I guess that's the limit of my do-goodness. Besides, I saw Leo quite far afield yesterday and I'm sure, now, that he goes other places where people set out food and water for feral kitties.

Like I said, I suck. But I'm still done.

All the ferals have disappeared, including Leo. It doesn't take long when the weather's yucky-hot and there's no big water bowl set out for them.

I hope Leo finds someone else he trusts enough to get headrubs from. But it would be quite amazing if he ever trusted another human again.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Blue days

Having a little round of the blues during which I don't feel like doing anything, including the exercise I had started. I quit taking the extra half Z--the extra cost was worrying me. I hated counting my pills and worrying whether I'd have enough to last until the next budgeted purchase date. I wasn't sure it was helping, anyway, but maybe it was. And I feel fat (possibly because I am). No problem spending money, though--I do that with great ease, even when I can't afford it. Sheesh....The car repair bill recently didn't help, of course, but the rest was my own damn fault, as usual.