Aaaaaaaahhhhhh...Tomorrow, I'll be "39 and holding"!

Hi...from tomorrow's birthday girl!
I apologize profusely for mentioning my birthday more than once, after I told you I didn't want to toot my own horn. Sowwy!!
But...I'm now just hours away from the big day, so....(Toot-toot!)
I'm just about 39!! If I live even just four more hours, even if that's all I have left, I'll still have lived to be 39!!! YES!!! I thought I'd never get to say that. I am sure that some people couldn't care less...but I've made it this far thanks to dialysis...and family and friends (i.e., my sweetheart)!!
I was going to re-post a very special song on here, but I see that the Blogger won't let me do that now. I had it up here on April 16th; I guess you can check my archives to see it, and enjoy.
Last year, I requested "Vicky My Love" (The Cascades) on my birthday, so it kind of became my unofficial birthday song...but from that moment forward, I was made to feel sorry that I had a birthday. Not this year. No mas. I'm requesting nothing other than a little respect and a lot of TLC, thank you. Other than that, nothing other than, if someone has the time to wish me a Happy Birthday, that would really make my day. Nothing extravagant.
Oops. I fibbed again; sorry!!! I have two special birthday wishes, but they probably won't come true until my 40th (next year).
Several months ago, I "met" a very honest, talented person online--if I can mention his name--Bobby Jameson. This birthday girl would be one happy camper if only Bobby and I could meet in person, too. As I said, I'm open to waiting till my birthday next year...as long as we both can live that long!!!
And of course the other birthday wish is that I'll get a kidney transplant, much much sooner than later!!
And with that, I'll say....Namaste, Ta-ta for now, and I love you!!

Again?????? DAMN!!!

So no sooner do I vent my spleen about the 17 year-old girl who only got 10 years, than this turns up on the Cox.net home page.
http://sandiego.cox.net/cci/newsnational/national?_mode=view&_state=maximized&view=article&id=D98QR24G0&_action=validatearticle

Here's the headline: "18-year-old charged in gruesome string of cat mutilation deaths in 2 South Florida communities ".
Let me get one thing straight. I mean to vent my spleen about this one, too. AND, again, I say, WHY can't these "people" be stopped BEFORE they turn into pet murderers????
THIS clown, if you look at his picture, has an absolutely unforgivable look on his face...as though he never had anything to do with murdering that many cats!!
Two "cat murder" stories in a row, almost. I don't think my poor little heart can take much more of this.
I wish there was more respect for the cats and kittens of our world!! As I was saying, we can learn some valuable lessons from our pets, such as, the value of forgiving, the value of loving unconditionally, etc.
OK, I'm tired of ranting and raving.
Hmmmmm.....Tuesday is going to be one of those days...More on that later.
Namaste, and Ta-Ta for now!! Love ya!

A bit of ranting and raving

Pardon me.

I came back here to rant and rave a bit, for the love of cats and kittens. Naturally, a person who goes and gets a tiger suit at a thrift store MUST love cats and kittens. Not only that...a person who is a bi-coastal "Kitty Mom" must SURELY love cats and kittens. And I do...very much.

Going through my email this morning, the ASPCA has a heart-wrenching news alert...and I DO mean heart-wrenching: "Teen Kills Kitten In Oven". This wasn't even some demented, twisted monster, like most of those cases are. This was a 17 year-old girl, who simply hated cats.

And get this. For this act of murder, all she's supposed to get is 10 years.

10 years?????? That's all????? For murdering an innocent little kitten?????? What in God's name did the kitten ever do to her???????

So, what ARE the warning signs that a person might be turning into a pet murderer?????? Why can't these twisted people be stopped???????

I remember clearly, three years ago, a case in NE Ohio (I was still here in San Diego at the time, but I read about it)...but there was a petition regarding that one, to get justice for the kittens who were hurt.

This one, there doesn't seem to be a petition. That's the other reason I came back here....so I could give a pained voice to the poor little kitten who didn't get to live to do so.

WHY aren't more people stopped before they actually do turn into pet murderers?????

WHAT is this world coming to, anyway?????????

I'm sorry for my ranting and raving (again). I just had to be the pained voice of all the little cats and kittens who have, by some animalistic act or another, lost their voices...and their lives.

I ♥ CATS, and I always will, I'm sure!!!

Aaaaahhhhh....here's my three "little angels", Tony, Jerry, and Mup, who are safe in Cleveland, and will get many visits from me, I'm sure:

Now, I ask you...WHO in their right minds would want to kill such sweet little creatures????

Before you EVER entertain such a thought: STOP!!!!!!

OK, I'm done....or done for....whichever... Thanks for letting me be a voice for all the cats and kittens of the world.

Namaste, Ta-Ta, and remember: Be KIND to animals, for they love unconditionally and always forgive...we humans could actually learn from pets!!! ;-)

...6 more days, and all is well...Busy, but well!

I think there must be something to that body/mind/spirit connection. My mind and my spirit are absolutely thrilled to be back in San Diego, and keeping busy and learning new things every day. So, my body seems to be faring better as well.
6 more days, and the whole package will be another year older. That's the closest I'll come to actually announcing the big day...next Tuesday, same as it was the year I was born. Hmmmm...
I already mentioned that there are a lot of coincidences that I've been noticing. I'll elaborate on that again some other time.
I promised you a picture of me in a tiger suit. I am hoping that we can get that done tomorrow, as I'm FINALLY starting to lose enough weight to look really, really hot in that suit! FINALLY...for the first time in almost a year, I'm down to 60.4 kg, which is 134 lbs. Not too bad, considering I'm on dialysis and don't lose any fluid when I'm not on the machine. >:-(
So I hope that tomorrow will be the "tiger suit picture" day...more on that another time as well.
I'm soooooo glad I'm not online as much as I was back in Cleveland!!!! I can stay out of trouble this way....or, better put, I can get into a different kind of trouble...BUT, I haven't even crawled under my Isuzu yet and taken a look at that transmission...THAT adventure is yet to come!...Hmmmm...that'd be a hell of a wonderful birthday present, if somehow, by some small miracle, I could get my truck running again in time for my birthday...which is next week, so I'd really have to work hard!! Sooooo, don't be surprised if you don't hear anything from me for a while...other than the tiger picture.)
I'll leave you with this thought: we are ALL connected on a level that we may not be aware of fully, if at all. I'm sure that there's at least some truth to that idea. Even I don't have any idea what it all means; you'll just have to have a chat with Spirit...as will I!
I'll leave you with that thought.
Namaste...and Ta-Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa for now. ;-)

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, a full and productive life indeed....I ♥ CA!!!

So here's a little bit about what I've been up to.
Let's see....recently I surprised the heck out of myself. Oh, yes...I actually was able to put the mop refill on this past weekend.
Late last week, I again showed that I was able to walk in stiletto heels. WOW!
And yesterday, we went to the wrecking yard.
Oh, yes...and the main thing was...I polished two sets of lug nuts; that was two weeks ago.
WOW!! So, if only I can stay here, I actually won't turn to mush...and I don't mean as in "mushy" music!! I mean, my body and my brain won't atrophy from lack of use!!
And, did I mention, that my love of cats has led me to get a tiger suit?? This much is true. I just have to get a picture of myself in this tiger suit...but please trust me. I look SOOOOOO HOT in that thing!
Hmmmmm....June 2nd already. And this is California, so that means it was already June 2nd back east. Two more weeks until....well, I'll let you figure that part out; I'm tired of tooting my own horn there.
Namaste, and Ta-ta!!!~~~~ ;-)

...and six years ago today...

This is my son, Jerry. My "kitty" son, of course. The sad look on his face...as well as the fact that he looked too thin...is what makes this picture so painful for me to look at, to this day.

Six years ago today, I went to work, with nothing keeping me going other than what little adrenaline I had left. Jerry was still missing, so I was a wreck.

Then I went online and continued my search. Thank goodness, my supervisor was understanding enough to let me do that when there was nothing else to do.

I ran into that picture, and the ad, which had all of the contact information. They thought his name was Chester, and that he was only 14 months old (actually, he was 21 months old by that time; to this day, he's young for his age). I emailed and called, and by that night--May 29, 2003--six years ago tonight--my Jerry was home at last. I cried like you wouldn't believe when I first saw him!! But, they were tears of relief, if that makes any sense.

Life isn't always easy....it's how we muddle our way through that counts.

And Jerry, Mup, and Tony are all in a safe and loving home with their human Grandmama and their human Grandpapa. That's a good thing...one less thing for me to worry about here, as I work on having a nice, productive life here. I will visit T, J, and M frequently...but I'd much rather live here.

Well...speaking of muddling through life...that's what I've gotta do now.

Ta-ta for now~~~~

(poof.)

Six years ago today...

Not that it's the best thing to remember, but in my story of "Project Jerry", it's one of the many pieces of the puzzle, if you will.
Six years ago today, I was in the kitchen, in this house in fact, with Mup watching me intently. I was already stressed out over something or other, and on top of that, Jerry was still missing after four weeks. So, I snapped. I was crying, and I told Mup, "Jerry's dead. They cut his head off." I have NO idea why I said that!!! I really don't. That was what my biggest fear was, I suppose...that someone might have actually done that to my little Jerry...Mup's triplet brother. Then, altogether too swiftly, I held a kitchen knife to my wrist. I didn't put it through my wrist, but God knows I felt like doing so. Looking at Mup, who was studying me, was what stopped me. Otherwise, who knows...I wouldn't have lived to be on dialysis for two years and nearly lose my life to peritonitis or dehydration or whatever. I wouldn't have lived to have my wonderful figure back (you'll just have to wait till I put that picture of me in a tiger suit up here, if you don't believe that one!!! I look SO HOT in that tiger suit!! PURRRRRRRR!!)
Of course, two days later, my Jerry was returned to me. Thank God for that miracle!!! So...never, ever underestimate the power of prayer! That's the lesson in all of that!
By the way....it'd better not bring me bad luck, the way I quoted what I told Mup, six years ago today. Damn, if anything happens to my little Jerry, or to his siblings, because I put that in writing...
Know what??? As I said, never underestimate the power of prayer...so let's keep my furbabies in our prayers!!! Thank you soooo much!
Ta-Ta!
(poof)