Cyclothymic Cister

Before the Internet, I used to lie in bed at night composing thoughts as if I were talking to a wise entity. (An actual face never came to mind). I would re-word and re-phrase the thoughts till they were crystal clear. Now I can blog. And hopefully, there are a lot of wise people with real faces out there who might just comment back.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Do Cats Smile?

Do cats smile? My 4-year old granddaughter thinks so. She was visiting this past weekend, and she said, "Pippy smiled at me."

Friday, May 26, 2006

What is the Perfect Purse?

Years ago I belonged to a writers group (It has been about 10 or 12 years since I last attended). Last week I ran into an old friend from the group. As it turns out, the group still meets at the same time and same place. My friend encouraged me to come to the next meeting. So Tue. night I went. As this friend was introducing me to the new members, she mentioned a humorous how-to article that I had written way back when. It was titled, “How to Purchase the Perfect Purse.” She commented that she never buys a purse without thinking about that article.

Just as we were about to adjourn, the moderator, who had been hindered from getting there on time, showed up. (She has been the moderator all these years, a retired English professor). At the end of our meeting she came up to me with all seriousness. I thought she was going to ask about my elderly mother or something equally as weighty. I was caught off guard when she pointed to my purse and said, “Your purse has two straps.” You see, that was one of the things to avoid when picking out a purse.

This moderator did not know of the previous comments about the purse article. But evidently the “perfect purse” piece had stuck in her mind, as well. It appears that I should pull that article out of the archives and solicit it.

By the way, do you have your own criteria for picking out a purse?

Friday, May 19, 2006

Complicated Lunch

I had a microwaveable meal for lunch today. I thought it would be quick and easy. After all, I had other things to do for lunch besides eat. But noooooo. . . First you have to peel back film over the vegetables. Keep the rest of the meal covered with film but poke holes in it. Then cook three minutes, then turn the meat and stir the potatoes. Cook three more minutes. Then poke vent in the gravy packet and place on top of the original film on the meal and cook another three minutes. Then uncover, then recover, then stir and turn and rotate, taste test, put back in for 35 seconds. Then let sit for two minutes. Then put ice cube in tray to cool enough to eat so you won't be late getting back to work.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

First Bank of Mom--Eternally Insured

Finally the sun is shining. For the past week and a half we have been under heavy grey skies and lots of rain. I felt like I was in the Artic Circle: it was never really daylight which meant I could never quite wake up. But the sluggishness is gone today.

My youngest daughter has been struggling with life's problems. I have been trying to help her get back on her feet, morally and financially, which has really put a strain on my bank account. To help pay off some of her debt my daughter agreed to give me her tax refund check.

Well, the check arrived in the mail yesterday. I casually put it in my purse, intending to deposit it. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that I could recoup a little of the money I had so freely doled out.

This morning my daughter informed me of more issues for which she still needed money. (Now these are legitimate problems, albeit she got in this situation due to her own poor choices). I thought about the check in my purse. Without hesitation I took it out and handed it to her and then headed out the door to work.

On the way out the door, I got something in my contact lens and had to go back in. Once I cleared up the eye problem, I decided to do something that I hadn't done in awhile.

You see, I buy books. All genres and authors, old and new. Several months ago I acquired a book of prayers, copyright 1948. There is a prayer for each day of the month, morning and evening. Now, mind you, these are not prayers like you see today, asking for prosperity or the "what can God do for me" type prayers. These prayers are earnestly imploring God to help us align with the character of Christ.

I had not picked up that little book in quite some time, but I felt compelled to do so this morning. I turned to the prayer for the morning of the 18th day of the month. Tucked right in the middle of the prayer was this: Help me to: ". . . lend, hoping for nothing again; (Luk 6:35).

*edit: It sounds like my daughter asked for money or at least hinted for it. That is not the case. She did not even know I had the tax check. She was simple talking about what the next steps were in getting her place ready to move in: utility deposits, that sort of thing. I volunteered to give her the money. It must have taken her aback because my other daughter told me that her sister was really surprised that I gave her the check and that I must want her out of the house. No, I don't want her out, (necessarily). I just care about her emotional wellbeing. Period.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Ants at Work (Worker Ants)

We had an ant problem in our office. Trails of the little things were leading to the vending machine. Today a fellow employee went out and purchased some liquid ant killer, the kind you place on little round pieces of cardboard. It worked within minutes. The ants were all over that stuff. The instructions say that the worker ants will eat it, but not die immediately. They will live long enough to carry poison to the others in the colony. (Those last two sentences were just an FYI)

What I found to be humorous were all the varieties of ants that were listed among the sweet eating varieties:


Argentine ants (do they dance the Tango?), Ghost ants (the ones that come back to haunt you AFTER they eat the poison), Cornfield ants (they talk with a twang), Pavement ants (these must be a product of evolution), Acrobat ants (I just thought they were carrying their dead), White footed ants (these are the pavement ants, one more step up the evolutionary ladder. They burnt their feet crossing the hot pavement and now wear little white sneakers), Little black ants (until now, I thought they were ALL little black ants), Odorous house ants (seriously, I smashed an ant that was crawling up my arm and it stunk!), Crazy ants (the ones who think they can eat out of OUR vending machine), Big headed ants (what would make an ant big headed? Bragging about how it can lift 10 times it weight in sweets? ), and other sweet eating ants.

*edit: I added a couple more descriptions.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Signs of Entrance

Driving to work the other day I saw a sign posted in the parking lot of a business that read,
"Semi Entrance." Does that mean you can only enter part of the way?

At the airport one time I saw a sign that said, "Terminal Entrance." Does that mean you can never exit??

But seriously folks, I have seen signs that make me know that I am on a downward slope. My high is waning. The main culprit: my husband and his perpetual messes. And he does not see how serious it is and how my very sense of wellbeing is affected.

So, I'm signing off for now. I can't decide whether I should semi exit the marriage until the issues are resolved or if I am terminally stuck in it with all it's messes.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

What Inspired this Site

My husband leaves his tools out. It is a pet peeve of mine and I mention it to him from time to time. Especially when I am gardening and the shovel I'm using has a splintered handle from being left outside. In desperate need of support in this matter, I googled, "Husband leaves tools out." In the first ten hits was listed a blog site called "My Husband's Crap." I read through it and clicked on the contributors' blogs. I was inspired and amused and impressed. (You must know, however, that these folks are not man bashers). So I started this site--and joined " My Husband's Crap" as a contributor. You'll find the link listed on the sidebar.