Saturday, April 25, 2015

All about the litter box

I was one of those horrible cat people who never changed the box, and then got pizzed when Kitty peed on the floor.  What did I expect? 

I also used the cheap clay litter.  You know, the stuff that reeks to high heaven after one "tinkle".  Ugh.  Poor kitty! 

At the time, the clumping stuff was very expensive, and fell apart easily.  It was an all around exercise in frustration. 

By the time I'd moved to Texas, they had "better" and cheaper, clumping litters (still not wonderful but workable), but I was still generally pretty lazy about changing the box. 

My Texas cats have been awesome though, they either used the box or went outside.  They went out, a lot. 

Bubba, in particular, never used his box.  It just sat there, year after year, unused.  He had a cat door.  He didn't want a box.  He even waited, practically crossing his legs, during Hurricane Ike.  Once the worst had passed he ran outside behind "his" rosebush. 

However, when we got Baby Girl in 2012 I didn't want any toilet issues.  I put a box in every room in the house, with the best clumping litter I could buy.  She used them, and has never had a problem. 

I also got more diligent about cleaning the boxes, in part because I was well medicated for once in my life!   As a homeowner now, I also had a vested interest. 

I got some covered boxes because Baby Girl likes to fling litter in all directions.  Even now, she will rarely fling one of her own turds out of the box while "covering".

Baby Girl, however, got stuck in the covered box, so that was a no-deal.  I tried removing the door - she was still afraid of it.  Poor little thing.  [sigh]  So, no lid at all.  

That seemed to work pretty well, although Baby Girl began to follow Bubba's "outside" habit.  Then Bubba died, and I got Torbie a few days later. 

I know "new cat issues" require sparkling clean litter boxes, and plenty of them.  I ensured that.  It worked.  They're good girls. 

Happily when the boys came along they still had a box each.  I scoop daily and everyone's happy. 

I use Scoop Away Ultra, and Arm & Hammer Cat Litter Deodorizer.  They work great.  I have a wonderful, long-handled, metal scoop. 

While Scoop Away does say I don't have to empty the whole box, it has gotten pissy after a few months, so I let it run down and dumped it today.  I cleaned it out, sanitized it, dried it well, applied the Arm & Hammer, and loaded it up with fresh Scoop Away.  Everyone's happy. 

I also keep the boxes on cardboard in case I have any scattering issues. 

Fan Club

The plant has provided large televisions for the employees, in the cafeteria.  The televisions are always on when I'm stocking.

Normally that would be great, but I get sick of liberal "news", "who's the father", ignorant gossip shows, etc.  One day the "news" was doing a section on improving your home.

"Who sleeps on a $200 mattress?" The host derided "No one who's sleeping at night!  You need to sleep on a mattress costing at least $1,500."  He continued in that vein, continuing to mock the "$199 mattress".

 I happen to sleep on a $200 mattress.  Ron bought it for me, along with a bed frame, back in 2006.  It has been a very comfortable mattress.  If I'm not sleeping on it, it's due to me, not the mattress.  Once I lie down I always feel great.   It even has a 25 year warranty. 

I've placed that mattress on a $100 bed base/frame.  It is incredibly sturdy and comfortable.  It "talks" a little but I find that soothing.

Having finished with beds, the host went on to mock "Those awful particleboard cabinets with the wood veneer"  Guess what I have?

They hold my dishes, pots, pans, and cleaning supplies just fine.  I'm sure one of those house hunting or home improvement shows would view my kitchen with deep horror, but it works for us.   I don't do a lot of cooking anyway. 

I'm happy with my cheap veneer cabinets, and my $300 bed.   I'm a woman of simple tastes.

Yesterday we had the day off.  It was supposed to rain, but didn't.  More on that in a minute.  We went to Walmart and came home.  I cleaned out the cabinets.

Ron got drunk and woke me up twice last night.  He wasn't belligerent, but he "couldn't find the door to the bedroom" on one occasion and "Thought (I) had gone out for the milk delivery" the second time.  Both times I told him he'd woken me up, and he laughed at me.

I was pretty pizzed, especially since today was truck day.  If I had been doing anything for Ron alone, I would have told him no way and gone back to bed.   As it was, I had some sharp words once he got up. 

As it was, this was business.  Oh, and it was pouring down rain.

On Truck Day, I'll remind you, I take inventory and put it on a flatbed cart.  Today, 42 cases.  I pay for the inventory, then take it outside and load it into the truck (my "helpers" have bad backs).  When we get to work, I load it all onto hand carts, take it in the building, stock, and store the leftovers in my (very small) area. 

I did all of this, some of it in the pouring rain.  The day after I started my period!  I had remembered to wear my new microfiber t-shirt, cost about $11.  It's made of a polyester fabric, sweat wicking and fast drying.

I like it.  I'm still wearing it over 12 hours after I donned it.  I also wore my back brace, of course.  Per advice from a chiropractor, I only fasten it when I'm lifting, when I'm done I unfasten it and wear it on my shoulders like a vest (I have a brace with suspenders). 

I got everything stocked, it looks good.  I reset sandwich prices (now $2.50) in the food machines and stocked same.  I was happy to see people were actually using the food machines.  They are pretty slow lately.  I was worried we might have to throw some items out.

I stocked all the "good" snack products and gaped in shock at my decimated candy bar selection.  They really like what I'm doing.  That's a good thing.  It's a little alarming, having such a "fan club", but good. 

As always, I said thank you to everyone, assisted if necessary, made change, smiled a lot, and interacted with Ron.  I'm sure some of the workers think I'm a bitch, "making" Ron work, but he wants to do it, declines assistance, and I have my hands full taking care of the other 5 machines!  Ron does the bottled soda vendor, and 3 can soda vendors, with my help.  I "fetch", mainly, or replace inventory in the fridge.

Monday should be interesting.  We have a soda delivery (very early), a sandwich delivery (did I mention we are forecast even worse storms on Monday?), a soda machine delivery (they are swapping out a very old model), and of course the usual stocking and interacting with the other vendor?  Yeah, crazy.

I guess I'll be bringing some protein bars, a poncho, and probably my Kindle, in a plastic bag.  Oh, boy.

However, those running around like crazy days go very fast.

Today sure did.

Pretty soon time to go.  We had a great ride home.  I did my God Time (I was pretty angry this morning, and the Bible says to forgive "offenders" before praying), and then we went out for a hamburger.  It was good.  I was sure happy to eat someone else's cooking.

We had a pretty good ride home, and tomorrow off.

I hope I sleep OK tonight. 

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Clown Vampires

Clown vampires. 

Boy, I was really happy to wake up from that one. 

It was a pretty good morning.  I got up, spent some time with Ron, took a shower (Going to do my God Time later when I kick this headache).  We went to Walmart. 

I got the kiddie cart, the one with the seat on the back.  I loaded Ron and we went shopping.  They are redoing the planograms (merchandise display), so nothing is where it was. 

However, my love language is quality time and I had a very willing companion.  We had a good time.  I did forget one thing. 

We checked out and went outside to find a wonderful driver, early, already waiting for us.  That made things even better! 

We got home.  I made sure I unloaded the heavy things.  That's my job, anyway - loading and unloading.  The driver's job, is, well, driving!    If the driver wants to help they are getting the light things. 

I headed in, ate, and took my afternoon pills.  To quote my Doc  "I don't care when you take them, morning, noon, or night.  I don't care if you take one at a time or all at once.  I just want you to take all of them, every day!"  So I don't worry if it's an hour "early". 

I took my nap.  However, someone was trimming a tree, with a high pitched, very noisy, powertool.  Understandably, it has all the neighborhood dogs quite upset. 

Time for the earplugs.  I slept, a little, but had a nightmare about clown vampires. 

Of course I got up after that.  It would have just gotten worse if I hadn't. 

My Dad took me to horror movies when I was a kid.  I had also watched an episode of Supernatural before I went to sleep - Dean figuring out the Mark of Cain.  They probably combined with bad neurotransmitters and ambient racket to create the nightmare. 

Happily, I don't have many nightmares, and not many post traumatic ones.  Those are absolute hell.  Ron taught me a little about lucid dreaming.  Basically, reminding myself that I am dreaming, stopping the abuse in the dream, asserting myself, and removing myself from the drama.  I have had varying success, but during all my recent PTSD nightmares, I have been able to do it to a significant degree. 

Praise God not that. 

Oh, and no headaches taking 2 Butterbur capsules every day.  Good stuff.  Normally I have at least 10 days of incapacitating headaches right before my period. 

That's huge, and thank God for that. 

I pray my faith will always be a huge part of my life. 

Speaking of my life, I have to be careful with energy bars or I'm going to kill myself.  I am, most likely, allergic to both Almonds and Peanuts.  Definitely peanuts. 

As a result, I can't eat anything with Almonds/Peanuts.  Every energy/protein bar in the world has - guess what?  Almonds and peanuts!  

I am stuck with 3 varieties!  Literally!  I am getting so sick of vanilla whey and chocolate mint.  I HATE strawberry, but when I saw they had a strawberry I could eat I bought a box! 

I might have been a little manic.  I've talked about that, buying WTF? things when I am manic, "sobering up" and saying "What???". 

Anyway, I should be OK with that. 

Oh, and I am going to eat the Blue Bell ice cream I bought.  Yes, it has been recalled.  But the Cookie Dough and the institutional flavors tested positive for the listeria, not all flavors. 

I discussed it with Ron and we both agreed I'd likely live if I ate my Mint Chocolate Chip, and my Creole Cream Cheese pints. 

Regarding trolls, I have had one leaving comments.  Some fail to realize this is my blog.  Here, I am Moderator.  That means nothing posts without my permission. 

If you want to come along, attack my faith, expect me to give you a forum, take your bait, and argue, you are wrong.  It's my blog.  I choose to avoid all that.  You can name call all you'd like, malign my faith and my God, and try to bait me, but it won't work.  I simply feel a little weary as I resolve to pray for you; and I can't help but imagine that passion invested into doing God's work...

To quote Max Erhmann "Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit."

Wednesday, April 22, 2015


I accidentally took a B vitamin last night.  I was trying to take a Vitamin C and got them confused. 

I was up for hours, restless, and urinating neon yellow.  AGH.  Not a good night. 

I dragged myself out of bed after hitting the snooze alarm, apologized to God, and did my God Time later.  I did take a shower and shave my legs. 

"In Houston" I told Ron "That's mandatory".  I found some good razors by Noxzema.  I also used my in shower body lotion.  My hands always feel a little weird after but I'm used to it. 

Like my Dad, I have very oily skin.  I very seldom need lotion. 

We went to work.  The food machine was down, but it was fixable.  I did a little stocking.  I only needed to stock about 100 bags of chips, so I moved into helping Ron. 

I find it frustrating how Ron "Goes to the bathroom" while at work and is gone for (to me) a long period of time.  I decided I could either sit at a table and be resentful about his work going undone, or I could get up and do it. 

I got the handcart.  Ron was happy I had Soda 2 stocked when he came back, especially as he has a hard time stocking the columns as they get high. 

He did give me the bad news, I will need to get up at 2 AM on Monday, for another soda delivery.  I tried to talk him out of it, boy did I try. 

I appreciate that Ron is not manipulated.  Usually. 

We are mainly selling sodas so we focused on that.  We stocked a new type of water and I tested it before we left.  We got it all done - just the right amount of time. 

I even told the other vendor I'd cleared a cart for him.  They ordered water for us, now they can place it on the cart when they're unloading.  It's out of their way, and not in mine!   Just in case we aren't there at the same time, Friday. 

We went to the bank, handled some stuff, and waited FOREVER for our next ride.  At least we could wait inside. 

We went to Starbucks.  I set Ron up with a drink.  I was presented, at one point, with a carrier full of blind baby kittens (their eyes don't open for a while after they're born).  I managed to say no, although Biscuit and Gravy would have probably loved a new baby sibling. 

Speaking of my cats, I got treats.  Ron wanted four, 1 pound canisters, of catnip treats, so that's what I got.  I checked in on the one eyed, old, black cat up for adoption.  If I had room I would absolutely take him.  He looks like a sweetie.  Even Ron turned to mush when I told him. 

I also ran to the "outdoor" store in search of energy bars.  It was difficult, since I'm allergic to both peanuts, and almonds.  Virtually every bar had one, or both.  I did find something. 

I went back to Ron, and we had a good ride home.  I ate, took my pills, took a nap, and had a very good one.  Both Torbie, AND Biscuit, joined me in bed!  I felt like I won the lotto! 

There is nothing more soothing to me than a sweet kitty, lying on my foot, grooming.  I slept great. 

When I got up I did my God Time.  

It was supposed to thunderstorm today, but it hasn't yet (at 7 PM). 

Ron gave me tomorrow off, and we only have one errand. 


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Back to bed

I'm glad I did my blood tests, otherwise I might worry about the constant fatigue.  Medication, I remind myself.  I am taking some very toxic drugs. 

Last night, I had to explain that I'd have massive trouble downloading music for Ron.  1.  Amazon changed their downloader.  2.  The last time I tried, I ended up with all his music, and mine, from the cloud, on my hard drive.  It is very annoying to have his stuff come up on my playlist.  and 3.  Medication makes it really hard to think, to begin with. 

It would take me a little while to figure it out, I told him, assuming I could at all.  He might want to get someone else to do the downloads. 

He was Not Happy.  I ended up putting in my earplugs and going to bed early.  It was just that kind of night. 

I slept about 10 hours, woke up, did my shower.  As I got out of the shower, Torbie looked up at me with big, tragic, green eyes. 

"Meow".  She never meows.  I knew she wanted treats. 

I got some treats, and served her.  Biscuit and Gravy showed up and walked all over Ron, waking him up (the cats are used to getting treats on his bed, so that's what I did).  I didn't think of that.  They woke Ron up (to my credit, only 5 minutes early), and he wasn't happy. 

I heard a lot about that, but when he calmed down I explained,  she said meow.  With the Big Green Eyes.  I had to treat her.  

I told him I'd do it again, but next time, I'd treat them in the hall.  He was happy.  I am, and more importantly, so is Torbie.

The cats are the dominant species. 

He also brought up the download issue, asking if it was "really that bad".  "Call my pharmacist" I suggested calmly, "Ask if (my medication) can produce these side effects."  That set him back and got him thinking. 

I don't know what we're going to do about the whole download issue, but we'll figure it out. 

We went to Carl's Junior for breakfast.  He had a steak burrito, which he said he'd get again.  I got a breakfast burger.  Turns out it has ketchup, tater tots, bacon, and a nice charbroiled meat patty.  I liked it. 

We got Ron something to go (I still have plenty of pizza, from Sunday).  We had pretty good rides to and from, but I kind of doubt the first driver will make it long term.  She was very timid, driving.  "She couldn't make a simple turn" I told Ron.  Maybe she will adjust, maybe not. 

I did feel a little uncomfortable.  It is an awful feeling, not trusting the driver.  Happily, I have never had that experience riding the "big bus". 

I considered making a Day Out, since we were already on a busy street at the restaurant, but I decided to come back home and (shockingly) take a nap.  I'm not kidding about the fatigue.  It turned into a wonderful nap when Biscuit showed up and joined me in bed.  I love to sleep with a cat.  It is one of my favorite things in the world. 

It's supposed to rain tomorrow afternoon, so we'll work in the morning.  I don't know what we're doing Thursday, but it's supposed to be pretty dry, and rain Friday. 

Of course that is all variable.  We just never know with the Houston weather. 

I just hate being depressed when it is SO nice out.  It's sunny, mild, not even breezy, one of those perfect days.  And I just want to go back to bed. 

Monday, April 20, 2015

Who is feeding you?

I think it's a good question for all Christians.

It is very common, and popular, for believers to find a favorite teacher and use him/her for all our spiritual feeding.  At times, they will become infuriated if anyone speaks a word against our chosen one.

Now, I have 2 good pastors I like.  I trust them on nearly everything.  They are good teachers, grounded in the word.

Here's Pastor Mike

Here's Pastor JD

Both really good guys.  I admire them. But I check their work - if what they say isn't rooted in the Bible, then I reject that message.   Not that it has come up, but I am careful.

You see, I get my primary feeding from The Bible.  That's why I get up an hour early every day, study the Bible, pray for others, ask God to reveal His Word to me, etc.  Vital.

I feel like a positive failure if I don't do this.  I have made it a major priority and that is the one time Ron does not disturb me.  That was a hard fought battle, let me tell you - it took years, but he respects that now.

I don't care if he bothers me any other time.  I'd rather he not wake me up unless he needs to go to the hospital, something is on fire, or a cat is hurt - and he respects that.

Point being: make the Bible your primary spiritual food.  Don't rely on man to teach you about God, rely on God to teach you about Himself.  He will always honor that:
James 1:5 
New King James Version (NKJV)
If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him. 

God doesn't like intermediaries, that's why He sent Jesus to atone for our sins.  He wants us to have a "direct", personal, private, relationship with him.  

That's why, when I want "Bible Lite", I go for a Bible Promise book.  They are very easy to understand.  I do use a small sprinkle of man's teachings - but I always run them past, and through, the Bible to ensure I'm getting fed "right".  

I even ask God to protect me from false teachings.  Do you know how many prosperity teachers we have in Houston?  We are infested.  I'm a human being.  I had better ask for some protection.  

That said, it is good to find a good Bible-teaching pastor and/or an excellent devotional to add to your regular Bible study diet.  If you find one, it's a blessing.  Enjoy it/them, but always, always, run it past the Bible.  As you continue to read the Bible things will ring true, or false, in your soul.  

That's it.  Have a good one.   

To the troll: 
This is MY blog.  I don't HAVE to post your comments.  You want to attack my faith - you can.  God bless America and praise God for the First Amendment.  But I don't have to post your attacks on my blog.  I stated this clearly in the comments section: inappropriate content will be deleted. 

I don't care what you think of me, or my faith.  Name call all you want, you won't get a pulpit.  Have a nice day, I am praying for you.   


It's just the lotion

I had a hard time falling asleep last night.  I just couldn't. 

I always have some anxiety the night before, when I have to get up at 2 AM.  I worry something, someone's going to keep me up, and as a result I'm the person. 

We also had a severe storm system come though.  Thank you, God, for a good roof. 

I also saw a glorious image.  The trees on my back fence, blazing with sunlight, bright green and yellow from the sun, against a stormy gray background of clouds and shade.  It was beautiful (my phone was off or I'd have tried to take a photo).  I thanked God for the nice image and went to bed, finally falling asleep around 10. 

I'm not a fan of dogs, generally.  They bark, disturb neighbors.  I have been attacked, and witnessed, dog attacks when I was minding my own business.  As a pet, they are harder to train, eat things they shouldn't, raise your insurance, and dig out. 

I had to get up at 2 AM. 

You can imagine how I felt when I'd finally gotten some sleep, only to year Yappy next door barking her head off for several minutes.  First, I consoled myself she'd woken up "her" people, too.  The barking continued with ferocity, and I finally got up and said, what time is it? 

Imagine my horror when I saw it was after 3!  I didn't even have time for a shower! 

Good old Yappy, the ultimate alarm clock. 

Like I said, I'm not complaining. 

We had a good ride to work and did it all, a large soda delivery, I put that away myself - a sandwich delivery, not my regular guy but he's OK.  I had to help Ron, troubleshoot a couple of naughty machines, and help some customers. 

I had what I believe was a phony refund, but like I told Ron "I'll give him the rope to hang himself in God's eyes."  I did not say this around the customer. 

We did it all, just in time, and our ride was even waiting for us when we left.  We had a long ride. 

It wasn't bad.  I don't think the driver would make a good cat person, is all. 

Also, one of the other clients was wearing a lotion that brought back immediate memories of my mother.  In case you are a new reader, I don't have any good memories of my mother.  My hindbrain was battling feelings of terror, red-alert panic, and other awful emotions as I reminded myself: it's just the lotion

I was so happy when she left.  She seemed like a very nice lady, but the lotion was a big problem.  That's one reason I don't really wear any perfume these days - so many people have bad memory triggers, associated with perfumes, and I work in food service anyway. 

I never wear fragrance on a Bible Handout for the same reason. 

We finally got home.  I ate, and looked in aggravation at my empty pill counter.  I had to do up all my medication, and today's evening medication, before I could go to bed (when I am sleep deprived, et al, I always take my mood stabilizers early because, well, they stabilize my mood! 

I did that while watching Supernatural.  I like the show a lot, one of the few I watch.  In this episode, Sam and Dean had to deal with the goddess Vesta. 

I went to bed. 

I heard a lot of noise from next door, entering and exiting the house, banging noises, dog barking, but I still had a good nap.  It just goes to show: if I'm tired enough, I will sleep! 

I woke up with a mild headache, but I was just thirsty.  I got online for a little bit, woke myself up, and did my God Time. 

Ron wanted a footbath so I made him one with tea tree oil (I use an unused kitten sized litter box pan).  He liked that.  I'm sure his feet did, too. 

And, praise God, we have tomorrow off and very little planned. 

Good, I need to do some laundry.  My sheets are so "mature" I worry they will bite me! 

Sunday, April 19, 2015

"I'm going to take out a knife"


Not complaining.  I rode the other day with a woman who did nothing but... and it was awful.  If I don't like it, why would I want to inflict it on a reader or listener? 

I don't want to be that person.  Did you have one in your family?  I did.  Several, actually. 

What else?   Well, we did truck day, worked a long day, and I pulled a knife on the guy at my cell phone provider yesterday. 

I got up, I had someone in my bed, I think Torbie.  I'm not picky.  If it's feline, has 4 legs and a tail, it can sleep with me. 

Biscuit is the naughtiest.  He likes to attack feet. 

Baby Girl only sleeps with me if I have a massive depression. 

Torbie is my most faithful companion. 

Biscuit occasionally joins us, and, is a very good boy when he settles down.  I see him almost as Torbie's understudy. 

Gravy will occasionally sleep with me, but is mostly Daddy's boy. 

So, that was a good start.  I took my shower and put on 2 layers of deodorant.  Truck Day means lots of heavy manual labor for me, in heat and humidity.  I don't want to develop a bad odor. 

They worked, by the way. 

I donned a t-shirt, lightest pair of capris.  They remind me a little of the baggy cotton pants I loved in my teenage years.  They had a snug, gathered, waist, white cotton (back when I could get away with wearing billowy white pants!), and I literally wore them to death.

Yesterday, I wore a baggy navy cotton pocket t-shirt, men's (as usual because they are far more modest), the black pants, and my trusty steel toed slip ons.  I can't say enough about those shoes, working with a blind man in a wheelchair.

I also had my back brace, of course.  I only wear it when lifting, per Ron's chiropractor.  The rest of the time I unfasten it and just let the suspenders ride on my shoulders. 

They were out of "our" water, so I had room to buy ALL the snacks I needed - total about 50 cases for all of our stuff.  We went to work, I unloaded, shoved it all in the building, and then stocked!  Boy, did I stock.

I did have one "new" person come by try to tell me how to run the business.  I kept telling her, her suggestions had already been tried and failed.  She kept complaining about my product selection.

I finally told her "I'll tell you what I told the other lady who tried to tell me how to run my business:  I'm here to make money.  If it makes me money, I will sell it, if it doesn't make money I won't."  I also suggested she go to the gas station down the street, and talk to the other vendor.  She got very indignant and stomped off.

You and I both know I'm not ambitious, but I'm not throwing away inventory dollars on something they'll never buy.  I'm certainly not going to waste precious shelf space on something that won't move.  If I can sell a dozen cup a noodles in a day, why would I stock fruit, which rotted and had to be thrown out because no one wanted fruit.  

That was annoying, but I doubt I'll see a lot of her.

I am seeing a red flag with some of the potentially difficult people: they always want to know our schedule.  Our schedule is working pretty much whenever we want to, several days a week.  We like to vary it, and work all 3 shifts.

The complainers want us to say "I work 9-2 M-F" so they can hunt us down and shout at us, tell us how to run the business, etc.  They get very angry when we tell them we are flexible, and work a different schedule every week. 
The other customers could care less.  Of course, if they have a problem, we have Ron's cell number posted for refunds. 

I prefer the "Catch me if you can" approach.  

I forget if it was the same woman, or another, but someone else got angry at me and told me I "Had to start working weekends."  Yesterday, which was a Saturday, me surrounded by 3 handcarts loaded with inventory. 

I said "It is Saturday". In a very calm voice.  She made some excuses and left pretty quick.  It was funny. 

And, of course, I had someone storming up to me, furious, raving about the other vendor's machine.  3 people, actually.  Wait, I had to tell them, that isn't my machine.  They still wanted to yell at me, I suppose because I was a vendor, if not the vendor.  

I can see why so many people in vending, deliberately stock when the customers are absent.  It is more exhausting than the work! 

Not complaining, I'm glad I have customers... but whooeee. 

I was happy to escape.  Normally I don't get mauled like that but yesterday was spectacular.  Some woman shouting commands on the PA system every 2 minutes, overtime being called, shouting about gnats in the other guys' coffee machine, Ron needing help, trying to get 50 cases into 9 vending machines, then stuff the leftovers in the stockroom, whew. 

I'm glad I have a job.  I'm glad I have a job I can do.  I thank God I can work with my husband and help him in addition to running the business.  I thank God Ron has a dependable, loyal, honest, helper.  Mainly, I thank God I don't have to play those horrible office politics/fashion police games.  UGH. 

So, we went home for a little bit, then went to the mall.  I had dropped my phone one time too many.  The audio quality on the speaker was terrible - I couldn't really hear what people said. 

We got to the kiosk, it was a nice guy.  He got a SIM card stuck in the new phone and was trying to pry it out (happily, not my memory card, which I need to back up).  He had a pair of open scissors in his hand. 

I put my hand in my pocket.  "I'm going to take out a knife." I said calmly "Open it, and give it to you, OK?" 

One think my work has taught me, you have a lot of ex military post traumatic dudes walking around.  I didn't just want to pull a knife on the guy and incite some combat instinct, or have him panic and hit the button (I'm sure they have a panic button). 

The clerk nodded, and I took out the knife.  It's a folding knife, about 4 inches long, just legal to carry in Houston.  His eyes widened, as he and his coworker looked at me with new respect. 

It worked. 

At the end of it, I had my old chip and my new phone, and made a joke about "Kitty porn" as I showed off Torbie photos. 

Then we got dinner, and I bought a holster for the phone.  Clearly, it doesn't work for the phone to hang around my neck when I am stocking, etc.  I have butterfingers on my medication, so I would like a nice secure home for it.

So, we went home.  I, exhausted, went to bed.

Unfortunately someone's dog got out and spent hours trying to get into the yard next door.  Is their little female in heat?  I hope not.  I hope they at least got a fixed dog.  [sigh]  I doubt it.

The ensuing yapping was pretty extreme, and prevented all sleep for hours on end.  I thought about going outside to investigate, but we have had large and aggressive, roaming, dogs.  I don't want to get eaten!  I think the homeowner finally chased off the dog.

Then, the music - that went until 5 AM, right before I woke up.  [snort]

Did I mention how nice it was to sleep with Torbie AND Biscuit?  Biscuit's spot seems to be near my left hip, and Torbie near my left ankle.  He hops up around her and settles right in.  He likes a fuzzy blanket.

Both Gravy and Biscuit like to suckle on a soft toy cat, my slippers, and blankets.  Why not?

At least they're not like Mr Gray, the pervert cat who raped my foot every night.  No joke.  And he was fixed!

No real question how HE ended up at the shelter before I got him!  

Anyway, being positive.  It was very nice to roll over and pet Biscuit whenever I wanted.  He didn't mind. 

Biscuit has a unique fur, it's thinner and shorter than even a shorthaired cat.  It appears normal but feels different upon petting.  Torbie doesn't mind some midnight petting either. 

Of course I am always up a couple times to pee, because lithium acts as a diuretic.  But, I used to get bladder infections and I have had maybe 2 since I started the lithium, 9 years ago. 

I got up, shower, God Time (some of it).  We had a good ride to church.  Chuck at church told me my "Where to Look" tracts are almost done, and he "had a surprise for me". 


We had a good ride home, compounded by traffic.  The driver was nice and accepted a Bible.  I don't think he was reached yet. 

All my drivers get prayed for "special" in addition to my regular God Time. 

I tried to take a nap, but that didn't work - ambient neighborhood noise.  So, I finished my God Time, cleaned the litter boxes, and ordered some pizza. 

Tomorrow I have to get up at 2.  I just pray I get a good quality of sleep, if I don't get the duration.