Posts Tagged ‘For Serious’

I’m seriously behind on posting, I know, and I think it’s just that I have my hands full with the shit going on in my life, and I don’t know how to write about a lot of it without sounding whiny.
The truth is that I am freaked out most of the time. Most of my stuff is sold but not all of it has been paid for, and money is a constant worry, anyway.
Actually, worry is kind of my baseline what with the anxiety disorder and all. Even though this move is what I want, and I am happy about it, I am also so anxious that I am practically eating Ativan and Seroquel like fucking tic tacs.
That is not always helpful.
Also, I have alternately been at the mercy of my hay fever and my antihistamine for a few weeks now. Bastards.
So I will try to be better, but since I keep freaking out about the same shit over and over, it may get a little more boring than usual around here. Apologies in advance.

You never know which chance meeting will be the one in which you meet your friends. I went to a blogger meet up and that’s where I met Sizzle for the first time.

Now there are very few people who are as different from me as Sizz. She is persistent and organized, a perpetual motion machine in a stylish covering, a dazzling entertainment and party organizer. She and Hotness are entirely responsible for the fact that I have a celebratory birthday supper each year.

Sizzle just overwhelms me with love and acceptance. I have spent many a Christmas Eve with her and her family, I have eaten her baked goods (not a euphemism) and have accepted the fact that I am now known far and wide as Kap as a direct result of her calling me that.

She is a woman of intelligence and style, of striving and effort. She is funny and sweet and I have always considered myself blessed that she chose to be my friend.

She is a lot like my family, the closest thing I have to a sister, and this year I got to celebrate her wedding to her own personal Mr Darcy.

So today is the birthday of this amazing woman, and I would like to take this opportunity to wish her a many happy returns of the day, in Eeyore fashion, and tell her that my 40′s were head and shoulders above my 30′s and probably my 20′s, if I remembered more of them. I love you, Jonesy.

Today is my best friend’s birthday, and you all know him as the Unbearable Hotness Of Robert, or Hotness, for short.
We met when we both moved to Seattle, and I liked him immediately. He is sartorially resplendent at all times, with his bow ties and such, he has forgotten more about music than I ever knew, and is invariably able to maintain his calm in the face of, well, me.
He is funny, sharp and smart. Very, very smart. Fathead has crowned him The Driest Motherfucker In Seattle, and Hotness definitely earns it.
Hotness is the one who keeps this blog running, keeps me from throwing recalcitrant electronics out the window, and prevents me from wearing orange.
In short, I love him dearly, am grateful I met him and know that I am all the better for having him in my life.
Many happy returns of the day, Hotness.

I am grateful to my father, to Scott Sturtevant, to Grant Miller, to Susan Decker and to all the men and women who volunteer to protect and serve in the military. I am grateful to you and your families for making the sacrifices and taking the risks so that I may enjoy the gifts of being a citizen. Thank you.

So the vet called this morning, and apparently my cat is full of bacteria. I have to give her the antibiotics twice a day. I got the liquid antibiotic because I am not in any way ready to follow the cat around the house as she spits out pill after pill.

She seems a bit better, and I have to take her in again in two weeks, when they are going to give her the tests to find out if she has chronic kidney disease.

Oh, irony, thy name is apparently Frannie.

And thanks to your help, I had enough money to pay for the vet visit.