Sunday, April 22, 2012

Introducing Pax

Nick and I drove out to Jordan, MN to meet with this adorable couple and their baby and take a look at their two cats.  I loved both of their cats upon meeting them, but one of them was so beautiful and friendly that we decided to take him home to see if he would like us.

Introducing Pax, 3 years old, male cat.

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Yeah, he's really cute.  I think we're going to get along just fine.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

I love rainy days

My Lia Sophia party was a success.  I made all sorts of food and had a great time baking for 9 hours during my day, and I thought the food came out terrific.  I don't like muffins so I didn't think the muffins were amazing, but other people ate them so I guess they weren't horrible.

I am taking the Praxis mathematics content exam next Saturday.  I am taking a break from studying by writing this blog pretty quickly.  This exam doesn't really mean anything in Minnesota; you don't need it to become a teacher up here.  However, WGU asks that I demonstrate proficiency in math by taking this content exam so I need to pass it for them.  I took a look over the review materials and I don't think it will be that difficult.

Tomorrow I am driving out to Jordan MN to look at a kitty.  I hope it's not as rainy today, even though I do like rain.  I think it inspires me.  Hence today's thought:




My spacing is all off on this post but I like the fonts.  Next time I will have to find my ruler.  Also I really want to go to JoAnn Fabrics and buy some more felt tip pens, maybe in different colors other than black....?

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Freud Was Right

Day 2 of missing Bentley.  I miss having him around as company more than anything else.  It is so lonely, and so quiet here.  No soft purring, no stretching, no yawning, no meows in the morning when it is time to feed him, no meowing at the door waiting for me to come home.  I am so lonely and so sad without him.

I have his footprint in clay (see last post), and oddly enough I have two vials of his blood.  This sounds really gross, and I'm sure everyone reading this is uncomfortable with the thought of me having his blood, and I would probably be really repulsed by this in other circumstances considering my vegetarianism.... but it is oddly comforting.  I will probably hang on to it for a little while longer until I give it back to the vet.

I think I am actually handling this pretty well.  I know I could be a lot worse.  No matter how much I am grieving now, it becomes more obvious that I should probably look to get another kitty.  I liked having feline company with me.  While no cat is going to be as awesome or going to have such an incredible history involving feats of gratitude, inheritance, and human kindness (a la Margaret), I know that without a kitty in my life I am going to grieve Bentley even more.  And continue to ask why he had to leave me all by myself.

No kitty will replace Bentley, but I need a new roommate to heal my loneliness.  And I think Bentley is sad he had to leave me by myself, which is why he acted nonchalant and even tried to spend as much time with me as he could on my lap, despite his very uncomfortable breathing situation.




Time spent with cats is never wasted.
-Sigmund Freud

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Bentley, 9 Years Old


My best friend passed away last night.
I am doing okay today, not great.  Not as bad as last night.

His x-rays showed huge masses of fluid that concealed his heart, pushed his trachea up against his spine, and compressed his lungs.  He is in a much better place now, and when we said goodbye I know he smiled at me and thanked me for taking care of him when Margaret passed away.  Bentley was the best cat I could have hoped for and I miss him.

Luckily I have great support from my friends and family and I know I will get through this.  It is unexpected by you know how the saying goes...




Death ends a life, not a relationship.
-Jack Lemmon

Monday, April 16, 2012

Diarrhea is the worst

But it's just as bad when your favorite cat in the whole world gets sick and has diarrhea and all you want to do is make him feel better but you can't feed him anything because he is pooping everywhere :(

I also have trouble controlling myself when it comes to taking pictures of my cat.......






Look how sad he is :(

I am not entirely sure why I put only "get well Bentley" instead of "get well soon, Bentley" or something like that.  I had plenty of space.  I just want him to get better, no matter how long it takes I guess.  He is going to the vet tonight, so.... I hope everything is going to be ok.


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

#23

It is my birthday!

My boss Colleen gave me a cupcake at work today, hence today's post(it).  Flowers are courtesy of Nick, who greeted me at the airport yesterday at midnight to wish me a happy birthday.... and to drive me and my luggage home. 




Sorry for the lack of posts the last few days.  I have been visiting my dad down in Texas and we had action packed days full of doing taxes (whee...), going in the spa, running, reading, working, bowling (I went 0-4), billiards (I also was 0-4), drinking, baking, talking, more running, eating tacos, ultimate frisbee....... and there was really no time to post much.  I'm not sure who all is devastated by this, but hopefully these non-existent beings I left desperate for a post will forgive me an will look forward to my next few!

Had a couple of difficult decisions over the weekend too.  It's always hard to leave my family, but I love seeing them so much so it's harder to stay away.  I also made important discoveries about priorities (my mom is always looking out for me), appreciating the little things, and remembering to NEVER do things out of spite (my dad taught me this).  

Tonight is going to be full of putt putt golf, where I will probably lose but I will drink enough not to care. :) 

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I Live in the Future

Hi, my  name is Jenni, and I live in the future.
Semantically, this does not mean that I am from the future.  Just that I live there.  In my head.

When I pull a Tobias and reflect on a day's worth of what I say ("Tobias, you blowhard"), I find myself using phrases to depict what I will be like, what I would like to do as an adult in the "real world", and speaking in terms of someday.

At some point, I need to wake up and realize that someday is today.

My dad tells me that every day I wake up, I can start to be the person I want to be, act the way I want to act, and be in the mood I would like to be in.  It's hard to do.  Because I live in the future and all.

Future Jenni is going to be awesome; Present Jenni is "just getting by".

Present Jenni could be cool too, but she's like the lonely, ignored Harry Potter under the staircase because she hasn't reached out and like, saved lives and is awesome at quiddich and starts contraband study groups to combat the most feared and dangerous wizard in the world.... wait, this analogy fell apart somewhere.




Future Jenni says "Someday is tomorrow"
Procrastinator Jenni says "I'll start today tomorrow"
Present Jenni says "I am schizophrenic?  Why am I talking to myself so much as different people?"

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Das über klassy

I was reminded today the important skill of staying classy.  I witnessed a cashier at the grocery store get yelled at by a customer who said that the cashier weighed her fruit incorrectly.  The woman called the cashier "incompetent", "a minimum wage dips**t" and multiple other obscenities focused around this woman's line of employment.  The cashier stayed calm and did her best to answer this yelly, obnoxious woman.  Once the woman left, I checked out with my garlic powder and bags of flour and asked the cashier if that sort of confrontational incident happens a lot.  She looked somberly at me and said "no, this is my second day as a cashier here."  I simply replied, "it will get better, I'm sure" and gathered up my things.  On my way out, I stopped by customer service, pointed at the cashier, and told them "that cashier is a great example of customer service.  I hope she is rewarded for taking the high road." and left.

Here's to you, cashier lady.



Stay classy, San Diego.