More Aimless Chatter...

I haven't been feeling particularly loquacious lately...but I feel I have been ignoring my masses of adoring readers and should try to drum a little something up...
First...a rant on my insurance company. We all have a little something to say about our insurance companies. And in the scheme of things, I suppose my particular issue is not very important. But the bastards have doubled my co-pay on my allergy medicine - the first allergy medicine I have found in 10 years of searching that keeps me breathing happily - and I had to find another. So I switched to another, which does not work nearly as well, and I am way stuffed up and feeling rather puffy in the face. And I spend the nights waking up to a drippy nose and having to blow. Which...simply...blows. Why, I ask you? Why do they choose to just up and double my copay, without even a warning? I say again, Bastards.
My cat, Bug, is improving swimmingly, my friends. She is eating on her own now, although she will only eat wet cat food now. I try to give her dry and she just looks at me with a rather baleful, "do you really think I'm going back to eating that crap?" expression. So, Fancy Feast it is. Much to the envy of the rest of the felines in the household...I am constantly being eyed by pouty kitties - "why does she get the good stuff?" Poor guys.
My son, Monkeybutt, leaves for his first sleepaway camp this Monday. I am very excited for him, I hope he has a great time. And that he works and plays well with others...social butterfly, he is not.
We have been having some rather nasty financial issues in our old Kentucky home as of late, which as had me evaluating my unfortunate habitual spending and trying to come up with a way to stay home with the kids for two more years. I have developed a massively strict budget - we will be tracking all spending/saving for the next two months to see if we can make a large enough difference - otherwise, it's back to work for me! I'll say it again - anyone need any admin work done from home, let me know. I am a wicked good secretary (you see how I bold this to catch the attention of anyone who happens by this post...) I posed this question recently on another forum...how is it that someone so mentally disorganized as myself can keep an office in top shape? I am bizarrely organized when it comes to paperwork.
At any rate, it is time for me to be off...wish me luck with my upcoming challenges. Perhaps I'll start posting goals at the beginning of each week...having them posted may be enough to keep me accountable.
Good night...

Weekend of Insanity

First off, Buggy seems to be doing better. She stayed over at the vet's for 2 nights where they kept hydrating her and force feeding her. She came home on Friday afternoon, and we have to force feed her every 2-3 hours. REminds me of having a baby. But she seems to be doing better. She looks brighter and is actually purring and playing a bit. Keep the prayers and healthy thoughts coming, but I'm optimistic.
Friday night my MOM'S Club participated in our county's Relay for Life. It was hectic and crazy, but we had a good time. Our team was smaller than it should have been this year (next year we'll have to get started earlier), but we actually raised a decent amount of money for such a small team. I was exhausted by the time I got home - seriously, it was all I could do to brush my teeth.
Yesterday my mom, Katie and I went to Louisville to visit some very good girlfriends for the day. It was a wonderful time - nothing refreshes the spirit like chatting with really good friends. It's amazing how, as I get older, my need for good girlfriends increases. I prided myself on my ability to befriend guys when I was younger - now I crave female companionship (and not in that way, I know how some of you think - not that there's anything wrong with it...) like I crave chocolate and fresh air.
Anyway, today has been lovely and calm, but my studmuffin and I are going out for dinner, so I guess we should discuss locations...have a peaceful Sunday.

Update on Bug

This is Bug and Eddy (Bug is the white and brown in front) in the dryer.

I'm going to start writing these like I have millions of readers hanging on with bated breath for my next installment...

For those of you wondering about my sweet Buggy, I took her to the vet today. She seems to have something called "fatty liver", which is the replacement of regular liver tissue by fatty tissue, caused by her refusal to eat. She was jaundiced and dehydrated, and the only way to reverse the illness is to force feed her. She is staying overnight at the vet being rehydrated and force fed, and then she will be coming home to be force fed by us every 2-3 hours. My poor Monkeybutt was actually in tears at the vet; I felt so bad. Seriously guilty, honestly, I can't believe I let this poor cat get so sick. I just kept hoping we could find some way to make her eat...At any rate, please send healthy thoughts for our sweet cat. I know not everyone thinks of their pets this way, but we are very attached to our cats - it would be a truly horrible thing to lose her.

Thanks.

Extremely Heedless Ramblings...

We have ants in our house. Annoying little beasts that just keep multiplying the more I kill them. And I do kill them; with gusto. I used to feel guilty about this - enjoying the deaths of multiple living creatures - but I've gotten over the guilt and go after them with the violence and single-mindedness of a hired assassin. And they keep coming back. Tomorrow I will vacuum and scrub all my floors, then seek out their lair with a can of Raid and a mission.

This past week we had company in town. My sweet Texas Toad came to visit with her family, including my fantastically adorable godbaby. We tried to show them the glory that is Kentucky - the rolling green hills, the Ohio River, walking the Purple People Bridge, the world's largest Walmart...we wanted to get them to Big Bone Lick State Park, but alas, we failed. And it is a shame, really. Everyone should be able to say they've visited Big Bone Lick. IN fact, I plan to add to my list of stuff to do before I turn 40: "Take a picture of myself next to every sign in Northern Kentucky that features the word 'lick'." Absolutely. Add the term "bone" and we have a true winner. (And before all you prehistoric biology freaks attack me, yes, I do know the origin of the name of the park, I understand it, but honestly - you cannot combine the words "big", "bone", and "lick" in a name and not expect some flack.) Anyway, we spent a lot of time sitting around talking, playing Skip-Bo (not enough Skip-Bo, actually), eating. Pretty much what we did when we lived near each other. It was quite lovely, really. Made even more lovely by the omission of that Cincinnati bizarreness, Skyline Chili. Everyone says I should make sure my visitors taste that, as it is a special treat only available in this area. I beg to disagree. I believe whoever made up the recipe just kept adding ingredients because it just "didn't taste quite right". And it just kept getting worse. I refuse to eat it, why would I subject my sweet friends, who are only here for a week, to such a frightening concoction? I did, however, treat them to Graeter's. That did indeed go over well.

Speaking of food, my darling girl cat will not eat. My mother moved in with us a year ago, and at first all the cats (she had two, I have three) got along well enough, but then her younger male started antagonizing my oldest male, causing him to exhibit the problems indicative of extreme anxiety in cats (look it up, I am not going to list the voiding issues of cats under pressure). We isolated him for a few months and he did well, but then Mom's cat started antagonizing my girl cat. He would chase her every time she went to eat. We isolated her cat, but my girl cat has not started eating again (this has been going on for 2 months now.) We have visited the vet, but we are not getting answers. Only I could have cats with extreme psychological issues. Apparently they need some antidepressants, too.

I find this evening I am more chatty than usual. If you've made it this far through my rambling narrative, congratulations. I would give you a cookie if I could. It is way late, and I am sleepy.

Good night.