My Day Full of Whine and Some Rants Too

First let me say I am on vacation this week.

Not many people know this as I took the time off at the last minute and decided to keep it pretty much quiet so I could do whatever the heck I pleased or chose not to do.

This may not have been the smartest move as my phone has been ringing off the hook but the opportunity arose so I took it. I have not even touched my work email or office voicemails. Those can wait until Sunday night. Yay for me.

It never ceases to amaze me when folks get a look of shock on their face or disbelief in their voice when I tell them I am not going anywhere during my time off.

I think it is safe to say I spend enough time on the road and away from home. So, if I choose to spend my vacation time in the comfort of my home, it should be understandable.

I have been reminded not everyone shares my viewpoint on this recently. I am totally good with this because we are all entitled to our beliefs and opinions. However, if I don't try to make you see my point of view, will you please back off and not try to make me see yours?

Please and Thank You.



This day of vacation started off with a follow up visit to the vet. I don't think I shared with all of you when Princess went in for her Brazilian the techs discovered under all of her fur she had bursted anal glands.

Yeah, good times for her.

She was sent home with pain meds, instructions for hot packing her butt, and a follow up visit in 10 days (Bows down to Auntie Mars' greatness and sends her mad love for taking care of Princess until I arrived home).

Today was the 10 day follow up visit. Yesterday her right gland oozed something fierce for a minute or two. I am glad I was home to clean her up and had a feeling today would mean more meds and possibly surgery.

Guess who was right? Yup, that'd be me.

I left my 14 year old baby at the vet's office this morning so the area could be flushed throughout the day and she would be prepped for surgery versus facing the trauma of getting back in her carrier first thing in the morning and going for a drive.

I know with geriatric animals, and people too, there is an increased chance of health risks but it doesn't make this any easier. Even though I have been assured this was completely not my fault and I am great kitty mom, I feel somewhat responsible and my heart is totally broken knowing she is in pain.

Fighting back tears, but knowing she was in great care, I departed the vet's office. First up was a trip to Costco. I needed to stock up on fruits, veggies, and yogurt because this girl had no, and I mean no, food in her place. Beer, wine, goose, water, hot cocoa, tea, and condiments I have but something to put a meal or smoothie together, fuggadabout it. Such is the life of a single gal who has been OTRA 'eh?

For the record, I would like to know why eating healthy costs more than eating processed food?

I purchased two kinds of maters, grapes, blackberries, strawberries, pineapple slices, mini peppers, turkey burgers, romaine lettuce, mushrooms, fresh french green beans, eggs, yogurt, red anjou pears, turkey sausage, and a thing of Woolite for $135.57.

I guess when I stop and look at the loot, it was not all that much to spend but it seemed like a lot at the time.

Then I went to my local Super Wal Mart to get what CostCo didn't have for me; i.e., light soy milk, laundry items, etc.

Could someone please tell me what Wal Mart has against Cheer and the blue Simple Pleasures Downy series? I like the Water Lily and Jasmine scent but noooooo, this is Wal Mart I'm talking about. Wal Mart aka home of the "I don't always carry the same stock week after week" store.

I should have known better but I wasn't about to hit up Target or another store to get my usuals at this stage of the game so I settled for another scent (Simple Pleasures Vanilla and Lavender) and the Cheer Bright Clean they had in stock. This should make the next rounds of project laundry interesting to say the least.

From there I headed home and thought to myself, "now the fun really begins!" There is a buttload of stuff in the car. I live on the 3rd floor. Standing between me and the front door is a series of stairs. 25 to be exact.

After 7 trips up and down, I finally was able to plop my arse down on the couch and breathe for a minute.

Take that in for a minute why don'tcha'?

7 full trips = 350 stairs plus the 25 I walked down in the morning with Princess.

This means I have done 375 stairs today while hauling stuff up and down them and I have not hit the gym yet.

Since I still have the trash to take out later, I don't believe I need to do cardio this afternoon at the gym. Heck, if I do curls with the trash I should knock that off of the weights part of the workout. I already do this with my briefcase so why not add the trash to the mix right? Just sayin'.

If you have stuck with me this long, I thank you. You love me. You really do. I love you too.

For now, I'm gonna go take my whining butt to the couch and be still for a little while. I'm gonna put the vibes out there for my Princess to be well, pray for her to make it through surgery safe and sound, and pray for Dr. Nettie during this time too.

If you're inclined, will you do the same too? You know how I believe in the power or prayer, positivity, and vibes.

Vibes are good.

Peace and Love Peeps.