PS: Mitt Romney: Show us 12 years of your tax returns. I'm betting you didn't pay any taxes during that time. Why else the fear of releasing them?
Sunday, August 12
Saturday, July 21
Maybe the Mayans were right . . .
2012 has been a really . . . event filled year so far. We're only mid-way through July and here are only the MAJOR events that we've been through so far:
1) We entered the year trying to figure out why Scouty was suddenly crippled.
2) In January, George landed in the hospital for a week because his blood sugar shot up super high and they couldn't get it to come down. They finally got it down to the 200s -- much higher than they wanted but . . . much lower than it was -- and sent him home and he's been insulin dependent since.
3) In March, a close cousin of George's lost her battle with cancer. George went back East for the funeral where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
4) In April my sister had a heart attack while on vacation in New Orleans. They found a huge blockage so went to put in a stint and she had another heart attack, on the table. Her recovery is remarkable though. She's doing very well now but has two stints in her heart (I can't post anything about her heart attack on Facebook cuz she doesn't want people to know).
5) In June, my beloved Scout died.
6) In late June my aunt had a couple of strokes but she was lucky in that they were fairly mild and no significant damage to her brain.
7) My work is super tumultuous. There was a merger two years ago and the company hasn't done well since (thanks to the idiots on the other side of the company) and the investors have now taken over the company. They made a big power play in June to establish themselves as the jerks in charge by firing all of the executives on our side of the company including my boss and the founder of our company. I very much doubt that the company will survive.
8) Last night, George's nephew was murdered. 22 years old. Shot in the head while he stood in front of the barber shop where George used to get haircuts as a child. We're still in shock and don't have many specifics.
What next?
2012 sucks.
1) We entered the year trying to figure out why Scouty was suddenly crippled.
2) In January, George landed in the hospital for a week because his blood sugar shot up super high and they couldn't get it to come down. They finally got it down to the 200s -- much higher than they wanted but . . . much lower than it was -- and sent him home and he's been insulin dependent since.
3) In March, a close cousin of George's lost her battle with cancer. George went back East for the funeral where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
4) In April my sister had a heart attack while on vacation in New Orleans. They found a huge blockage so went to put in a stint and she had another heart attack, on the table. Her recovery is remarkable though. She's doing very well now but has two stints in her heart (I can't post anything about her heart attack on Facebook cuz she doesn't want people to know).
5) In June, my beloved Scout died.
6) In late June my aunt had a couple of strokes but she was lucky in that they were fairly mild and no significant damage to her brain.
7) My work is super tumultuous. There was a merger two years ago and the company hasn't done well since (thanks to the idiots on the other side of the company) and the investors have now taken over the company. They made a big power play in June to establish themselves as the jerks in charge by firing all of the executives on our side of the company including my boss and the founder of our company. I very much doubt that the company will survive.
8) Last night, George's nephew was murdered. 22 years old. Shot in the head while he stood in front of the barber shop where George used to get haircuts as a child. We're still in shock and don't have many specifics.
What next?
2012 sucks.
Thursday, June 28
Hey, Broards
It's summer, and summer makes me happy. Happy and lazy (two ways of saying the same thing, in my book.)
I saw a strange and beautiful movie today, Moonrise Kingdom. You should see it.
I saw a strange and beautiful movie today, Moonrise Kingdom. You should see it.
Wednesday, June 20
Friday, June 8
federal jury duty
I got a notice 2 weeks ago that I am to report for jury duty in federal court on June 18 in Indianapolis. I have to call the night before to see if it's a "go."
I've never served on a jury before, but I did recently see 12 Angry Men for about the sixth time on TMC.
I can't decide whether I'd be Henry Fonda or Lee J. Cobb--definitely NOT the nose-blowing Ed Begley
Wednesday, June 6
R.I.P. Scouty
I had to go into the office yesterday so left the house around 6:00 a.m. and she was fine. I went out and gave her a head rub and told her I would spend some time with her when I got home and that George would take care of her morning ritual. She purred at me and was fine.
I talked with George around 1:15 when I was leaving the office and Scout was alive and fine. I got home around 2:30 and Jack didn't meet me at the door as he always does. I walked to my office and set down my briefcase and purse, saw Jack lieing next to Scout's pen, thought that was different and went to change my clothes.
I changed my clothes, walked back out towards the office and Jack was walking towards me meowing. I pet him and then went to Scout's pen and she looked like she was sleeping -- nothing unusual about that. I leaned in and rubbed her head and she didn't move. She's done that before when in a deep sleep so I leaned down and gave her another head rub and called her name which always wakes her up and . . . she didn't move.
At that point, it clicked that something was wrong and I just started screaming for George. He came running in and checked on her and . . . she was gone. I lost it at that point. George remained calm and called the vet, etc. I finally calmed down and we took her down to the vet.
She'll be cremated and they'll return her ashes in a box engraved with her name and with "My little love" beneath it.
Jack seems lost. He woke me up last night and made me follow him out to where she used to be and just stood there staring and looking up at me like -- where is she? He keeps going back to where Scout was and just standing there, staring.
I haven't stopped crying for two days but . . . at least the hysterics are over.
I love that little cat so damn much, it just blows my mind. I miss her already and still can't believe she's gone. We don't know what took her and I thought about doing an autopsy but, I'm not sure I want to know. She is gone. I will love her for the rest of my life.
Friday, June 1
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