Believe It Or Not

Believe it, or not, despite my past history as a blogger, in my everyday life, I do not normally put myself out there for people to really get a feel for who I am. (Is this a run-on sentence? Too tired to care right now.)

I let very few people past the surface. I just don't like for people to know everything about me. I'm sure that most of my friends would be surprised to know just how shallow their knowledge of me really is. Maybe part of it is that I'm scared they won't like what they see or they will think I'm a freak. Maybe part of it is a defense mechanism so I won't be hurt or disappointed by people.

Of course, there is also the fact that if I don't say it or "put it out there," then I don't have to worry about taking it back later. It never fails, though. No matter how hard I try to not say or do too much that might make someone uncomfortable (this isn't really the word I'm looking for, but it's the best I can do for now), inevitably, on occasion, I say too much. It's not just negative things I'm talking about.

My reaction to saying too much varies according to the situation. Sometimes, I become angry, embarrassed, or disappointed with myself. By the same token, even if I may be horrified by what I've said, a tiny part of me is glad that I put "it" out there.

Anyways...I realize that sometimes I am overzealous. About 99% of me hates it and wishes I could take back what was said when I realize I have said too much. I try not to be too upset with that 1% that is happy I have shared my thoughts or feelings.

If you have made it this far, give yourself a pat on the back. I'm sure this post is riddled with errors. Note to self: No more posts after sleep meds have been ingested, no matter how infrequently I post.

R.I.P. TB

Just found out today that someone I know passed in June. We weren't really friends, but more than acquaintances. The "one night" turned into a few, but I couldn't handle his drinking issues. I tried to stay his friend, but it wasn't possible.

I have a MySpace account, but haven't really used it in several months. Just happened to log in today and was visiting profiles of friends and I visited his. Found a comment on his page giving memorial information. Did some research to check that it was true. It was.

I don't know what happened, although I have my theories. I don't know how I should feel. I've never lost someone that I've "been" with. How am I supposed to feel???

I Think...

I think I have a Facebook stalker.

He is someone that I've known since elementary school, but lost touch with right after high school. I wish I hadn't accepted his friend request. Most of the time I don't feel bad ignoring a friend request.

He has an honesty box and he keeps requesting for me to answer his questions. Not gonna happen.

He's married with kids, but his profile says he is in an open relationship. If he thinks he is getting any of me, he is wrong.

This is the first bad experience I have had on Facebook. Sigh.

Let The Battle Commence, or Introducing...

Baby Girl!

Yes, that is her real name.

Just a little backstory...her mom was a stray that hung around my parents' house. My parents noticed that she seemed to have problems walking. Turns out that her front legs are turned inward. If you look at the photo, you can see it. Google "twisty cats" for more info about the condition.

Anyways, the vet said she probably wouldn't make it. He said that due to the malformation of her front legs, she wouldn't be able to get around well enough to take care of herself. My parents took her in. The spoiling began.

A year later...Baby Girl is spoiled rotten. She has taught herself not only how to walk, but she can do this run/skip thing, and she can even jump. Baby Girl helped my mom paint the living room last Thanksgiving - she thought the floor should match the walls, so she walked through the paint and across the floor. As with most cats, she likes to stay clean - she gets in the shower with my Dad on a daily basis. She is health conscious - instead of drinking from the water bowl, she drinks from my mom's serenity fountain. Like most adolescents, she is trying to find ways to express herself - she knocked over a red, cinnamon scented candle and dyed her hair red (no, she didn't burn herself. yes, she was red for almost a month.)

Go ahead. "Oooo" and "Aaah." Swoon. It's okay. :)

So, do I win???

For All You Animal Lovers Out There...

I have the purr-fect book for you.

The title? Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World.

Read it. You'll love it. I did.

Isn't he so precious???

Never Expected To Say That #5982471

Do we reward her with the sherbert if she ate the chicken bones?

Yes, it was asked "on-the-job."

Because I Know Some of You Like To Stay Up To Date On This Topic

I found this article today. It discusses autism and gene connections.

This is the link:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25625510

Just in case you haven't seen it and you are interested.

B