I am 50. Yeah! Ok, I have cried, whined, and even talked with a guy who told me he was Father Time. I am thinking he was not and he was just an old man trying to hit on me. Anywho, fifty was right around the corner. Yes, I am slightly obsessed with this change in my life. I don’t feel 50, although I am not sure what 50’ers feel like. I just remember thinking, and this doesn’t seem like too long ago, ‘OMG! You are 50. That is so old. I am never going to be 50. Kill me before I get that old.’ Well, nobody has killed me yet, maybe that is at the surprise b-day party. I feel 35, and I know what that felt like. I was independent, had my cool ass truck, and my life was great. I had a great career at the time, and was dating a lot. So, I think I will just turn 35 again at this b-day. PEOPLE TAKE NOTE: This year will be my 35th b-day.
Okay, about the rest of me. I have a “crew of three”: a Bichon Frise (M) who is not show worthy by a long shot simply because ‘his mamma’ cuts his hair’; I have a Maine Coon (not a hat!) (F) who is the oldest of us all, including older than me; and then the littlest one, my all black Ragamuffin cat (F) who is almost as old (6 months younger) as the Maine Coon. Now the one who causes the most problems: hmmm…depends on the day, or night as it were. Wizard, the loveable ball of energy (which I am sure he steals from me at night), is the Bichon (so you don’t have to look it up, he is a dog. No seriously, he is a canine.), well, he can be quite a handful. So much so, g-ma doesn’t want to have anything to do with him most of the time. He is a dog, thus he is work. Cats are lazy, and thus people who don’t like to work with their animals have cats. (Oh, jeez! Sit down all you cat people. Get over yourselves. I have two cats as well, so I am equal opportunity pet owner.) I am sure I will be sharing many antics about him in future writings. The cats are pretty…well, lame. They lay around all day, are too quick for breakfast and supper (we have scheduled times here), and they basically do nothing. They are at the age now where they are not even really entertaining anymore. The black one looks so much like one of my black pillows, I have to make sure there are not claws attached to what I lay my head on. The Maine Coon, though, she is the one who understands me the best. She is like me, whereas the other two sort of have some of my qualities, but the Coon has me pretty well down.
I also like reading, long walks in the sand, piña colada…oh wait, NOT! I do like reading, and have loved it even more since I bought my kindle. I am not going to advertise kindle, but since my eyesight has been suffering due to a medication I am on, the kindle has put books back in my hand. Writing is cool, when I come with something brilliant or funny, it is cooler. Photography is great, but I haven’t done much in recent years. I blame that on the atmosphere (‘Vegas is just not photograph material for me personally) and my health (until I either get surgery I need or a wheelchair, I am stuck in a cave in the middle of this town). I have some great slides I really would like to transfer to my computer.
On an average day, which is so screwed up since my sleep cycle is off so bad from the meds, I usually accomplish at least the following: brush my teeth; walk the dog; feed the crew; eat something in which I can add my Hemp Hearts; walk the dog; feed the Coon; check my MSN email; check my Yahoo! email; check my Face Book account; listen to Pandora; walk the dog; feed the crew; clean my cave; read from my kindle; and drink my Mate. Some days are better than others and I actually write at least on my book, or a story. I also love to read the Sun Magazine, just to get a glimpse of other people’s thoughts and ideas. I have learned a lot about just accepting people through the Sun. I do not like reading the comments which are judgmental: I just read and try to focus on the words and the person who is writing or being described. Then when I am done, I ponder what I have read (takes me a long time to get through one issue), then I go on to the next story or writing. If I do write anything to the editors, it is of thanks for an article or for the magazine. I am not a hater. If I don’t like what is being said, I keep to myself and turn the page, scroll down the page, turn off the TV, whatever is needed to I am not confronted with something which I find personally displeasing. I do not feel everyone should share my views (a few would me cool), and I don’t believe everybody has to know what I do behind closed doors, which includes believing in or not believing in Christianity, Islam, Buddha, and others. I don’t care what you do behind closed doors either, as long as it is not hurting anyone else.
So, it appears from this I will need to do some more personal blogs to pull back the edges of the hole I have created on parts of my life. If you are interested, they will be under the Life & Times section.
- The Secret Thoughts Of 27 Maine Coon Cats (buzzfeed.com)
- How Can you Tell if Your Cat Really is a Maine Coon? (organicrecipesforyourskin.com)