Sex and the Hamlet

I just couldn’t stomach another Saturday night of nothing. I’d been waiting for the Sex and the City movie to come out for months, and I began counting down at the beginning of May. So even though I was sitting on the couch having settled in for the night, bloated and crabby, I decided that tonight had to be the night.

Negotiating the Married Guy.

The beautiful thing about having an inappropriate relationship with a great manager was that he actually managed the relationship and the way it affected us both. From the outside, I’m sure it seemed like manipulation. Maybe it was. I don’t really care. What I cared about was that I wanted him to stay in my life, and he did. He just did it on his own terms, ones that he could live with.

Fat Willie

… Little Willie’s new talent for jumping has opened up a whole new world of tasty adult cat goodies for him. While I used to cut him a tiny sliver of Carter’s canned food each morning, I now begrudgingly open the second can and sling it into LW’s bowl on the dining room table. If Carter is not on his toes, he eats them both. And the demanding little guy now insists on heaping handfuls of adult dry food, turning his nose up at the kitten food he should still be eating. …

The Sad Face

…I will maybe always love The Bill. I’ve avoided dating other men since he left. Somewhere inside I felt that he might return. Each time a motorcycle drives by my house–which is no less than twenty times per day–I catch a little in my throat, thinking maybe that’s him, coming back to me. It never is. I watch the door at night, looking out at every noise, half expecting to see him pulling into the drive. He never does. …

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat!

…One of the more moving aspects of small town life is the Community Event. I generally skip such activities, having enjoyed more than ten years worth of “big city” life. I became accustomed to the inherent privacy and disconnection of being surrounded by thousands of neighbors. I enjoyed it. Having grown up on a farm near a very small town, I rebelled as an adult against being a part of everything that happens around me. …

Strays…and their dogs

… I set a bad precedent with Katie in our first week as a family. I didn’t make her walk right. My thought process was that I would let her get Biscuit and his excitement out of her system, and get to know the smells of the town; and in our second week, just the two of us, we would work on her leash behavior. But week two came and went, and our first walks alone were decidedly unpleasant. …

Babies, who Shall Remain Nameless

… Aunt Ina was a Jesus-like woman with perfect, milky skin and boundless patience and love. She endured, and she managed to create a following even though she wasn’t really trying to lead anywhere. …

The Unholiness of Holidays. And my Mother.

… For as long as I can remember, Memorial Day Weekend has been a time special to my mother. It’s not the sales, or the festivals, or the vacations to the lake–she doesn’t do any of those things–but the flowers (and sometimes weeds) that excite her. …

Work Shmirk

I have exactly four more minutes to finish getting ready for work, and ten more minutes worth of beauty to do.  And I’m posting in my blog.

This might tell you a bit of how I feel about my job.

I’m a retail manager.  Always have been.  I’m not quite sure how it happened, but I’ve build myself a career out of babysitting low-wage workers and kissing ass.  Right now I work for a company I loathe, in a job that’s quite beneath me, but which is for now personally convenient.  I can run home for lunch each day to walk Katie, and to stuff something in my face to help me through the rest of the day.  Each day, it gets a little harder to force myself back into the car.

I now have zero minutes to get ready for work, and still ten minutes worth of beauty.  (deep sigh)

About the Blog

There is no earthly reason for me to have a blog. There is nothing particularly special about my life, and no reason for anyone to read anything I write. Except that I’m fascinating and crazy and I live quite the life. …

Katie, Queen Bitch of Ina Hall

… In choosing a header photo for my new blog, my goal was to find something representative of the life I’m living and how I feel about it. I quickly sorted through my file of photos and settled on one of my one and only girl child, Katherine the Great. …

Katie came to me a little over a month ago as a result of one of my many moments of empassioned insanity. I kept thinking I needed a new dog to take my mind off things. And Things were weighing on my mind just then. Heavily.