Yes, I know that I haven't updated this in years.

But, if anyone who used to be around here is around here? Who knows me from the days when I used to update and mostly talk about my cats?

Goten is gone. We had him put to sleep this morning.
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Writer's Block: Riddle me this

What is something that just doesn't make sense to you?

Why people get all up in arms about gay marriage, or any personal arrangement.

1: If you believe that God doesn't find this acceptable, that's your right. However, let God handle it himself, we don't need you.

2: Usually laws are made for the betterment of the community and society, to make us civilized. We have laws against breaking and entering, because it's not right to take someone's stuff, it's called stealing and it hurts them.

3: A gay marriage or a three, four, five, six, seven, person union, hurts no one, as long as everyone involved is a consenting adult. Therefore, it should be a non issue. If you, personally don't believe in it, that's fine, but unless these folks are coming into your house and behaving in a manor you find uncomfortable, then it's not hurting you, leave it alone.

4: The big argument I always here is, "But I don't want my Chiiiiiilllllldddrrrrrun to see this! It might influence them to do the same thing!" Well, you're the ones always telling me that Gay is a choice, not something you're born with. You also love to tell me how awesome you are as parents. So, if you really believe this, then why are you worried? Shouldn't your superior parenting skills make it so your children don't fall for the oh so secret homosexual agenda? So, don't worry about it.

I have yet to hear that gay marriage caused a breakdown in any state that it's been allowed. It's been legal in Mass for awhile, and I go to Mass quite a lot and I've yet to see fire raining from the sky, or cats sleeping with dogs, or gay people fucking in the middle of the street, or any of the other horrors predicted. Instead, I might see two women or two men holding hands in a restaurant, or maybe a little kissing in public. Nothing terrible, nothing shameful, and nothing even close to the end of the world.

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To all who celebrate?

Merry Christmas

To everyone, warmest wishes for the rest of this, and in the coming year.

Merry Christmas, Dad, it won't be the same without you, but I'm trying. Love you. Miss you
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A question for those who cook...

Thanksgiving is coming up, and this year, Mom, Todd and I are having a simple dinner at Mom's condo. The rehab place will let her come home for the day, and we're picking up dinner from the local supermarket, pre-made.

The issue is stuffing. Stuffing that comes with those pre-made meals is usually something like Stove Top and none of us really like that. So, I did some hunting around the house and found Mom's stuffing recipe and it doesn't seem like it will be a problem for me to make some up.

The issue though, is to get it that turkey like taste. Since there are only three of us, we're getting a roast turkey breast, pre-cooked.

Any idea/suggestions for what I can do to give the stuffing that "cooked in the bird" flavor, without, yaknow, having to actually stuff it in a turkey? The stuffing doesn't have any chicken or turkey broth in it, so that won't help. Can I put some broth in it to give the flavor?

What I was thinking was that since we'll have to pick up the meal Wednesday, I'll be heating it up on Thursday. If I were to put the stuffing in a pan and sorta... put it around the turkey breast and heat it slowly in an oven, putting some turkey or chicken broth on it to baste it as it heats, do you think that will help give it that "Roasted in a turkey" flavor?

My mom always loves the stuffing the most. I'd really like to surprise her with something as close to her simple bread and sage stuffing as possible.
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Well, my Dad would have laughed

I am staying at my parents condo right now, and probably will be for at least another week. My mother calls me up today and has me running around the place, gathering this and that to bring to her now that many things are up to her.

So, she's got me going here and there and she's saying, "Well, I'll need this too, but later." In other words, she's planning her week of what I need to bring when.

Then she says, "I don't mind you're staying at the condo, but it's not necessary, it's not like I need anything there."

My first urge was to go, "MOM, are you KIDDING? I have a three page list here, of stuff you just need today!" But, then I could have sworn I heard my father laughing from the other room. And, while I didn't laugh in my mother's ear, when I hung up with her, I had a good chuckle.

I'm going to miss laughing with my dad. But I'm glad I know his sense of humor well enough that I can still see situations where he would have laughed.
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I really wish I could figure this one out...

*Yes, it's me. More reason why I'm updating here at the end of this.

People often give me grief about shopping at WalMart. Apparently, it's the evil empire and I'm actually down with that. Evil empires have a right to exist, and besides, not every evil empire can save you .15 cents a can on catfood.

But, there's another reason. WalMart is often a mental amusement park. I think I've had more moments of amusement, confused amusement, and out and out glee at the things I see/smell/and mostly overhear.

Today is a good example.

I was visiting Mom at the rehab place. (Mom is not doing well. We'll leave it at that for now) On my way home, I stopped at WalMart because I needed some loose fitting, comfortable clothing, some cat food, and some puppy pee pads (Chrissy, in her old age, has completely given up on using litterboxes for anything other than taking naps in. She will, however, use puppy pee pads. Since she's old, we figure we'll indulge her on this one) and coffee for Todd, who is one cranky SOB if he doesn't have his coffee.

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Well, now that I've had the $#1& scared out of me...

I took Jesse for a walk tonight, because he was being a complete and utter pain in the ass about it. Whining and whining, so on and so forth.

So, get the harness, get the leash. No problem, get the harness on. Check the straps. I figure they're about as tight as I can get them without causing discomfort. HA! I am crazy, and soon I will discover just how crazy I am.

Jesse and I go outside. We start our walk. Down the street, a little ways down the furniture store parking lot. Then, suddenly Jesse freaked out. I mean, completely freaked out. "Okay, Jesse, it's okay, let's go home!" I try to get close, so I can scoop him up.

He manages to wriggle out of the harness and takes off like a bat out of hell. He's running towards the apartment building. I don't want to frighten him, figuring he's heading home, so I head home.

Just as I get there, I see Jesse chase another cat from the driveway. The cat streaks across the street, Jesse hisses, but stays in the driveway. I go to the door, open it, and wait, hoping he'll go inside. But nope, he's over by the car.

I head over, now he goes under the car. I go in the house and get Todd. Todd comes out, first with the plastic food container, which usually has him running. Not tonight. Then, he grabs his favorite cat toy and shakes that near him. He watches, but it's more of a, "Dad, I'm scared shitless, I have no clue what is going on, so you're waving something in my face. Way to calm me down, asshole."

So, Todd lays down, and pushes the toy under the car. Holding on to it, he moves it, coaxing Jesse to the end of the car, where I am. "Catch him!"

Yeah, he might as well have asked me to catch a greased pig. Jesse tears off like a flash. At first it looks as if he's going to head behind the houses and all such across the street. If that happens, it won't be very good, because all sorts of wild critters live behind there, along with a lot of assorted junk. It's also very dark and our flashlight is broken. Oh, ironically? It broke because Jesse decided to leap on the shelves under the hook where we stored it, and knock it on the floor. So, I have to try to do this in the pitch darkness. By this point, the tears are coming and I'm silently praying that he won't go down there.

Whether it's fear or prayer, I may never know, but Jesse decides not to go forth into the darkness and danger. Instead he runs back to the house. I follow. He looks like he's heading towards the door, so I stop and start walking slowly. He veers away and goes under the car.

We play the car game again. He shoots out and runs off, but this time, he goes to the ledge in front of the house and lays down. He's panting too, and I'm really really really worried about him. It's hot and humid and I was afraid we were overheating him.

Goten is lying in the window looking outside, and meowing loudly, no doubt saying, "RUN, JESSE! BE FREE! DON'T LET THEM ENSLAVE YOU AGAIN!" between bouts of kitty sniggering. I'm sure he's dreaming of a Jesse free life, where the kibble will flow freely and he'll be able to pick on Chrissy all he wants, without having to worry that Jesse will pick on him. "GO, JESSE!" His yowling takes on an almost musical quality to it, and I would almost swear it sounded like the tune to "Born Free."

I get close, but even though I'm being very slow, very steady, or maybe Goten's singing was just too much, because Jesse tears off again, but this time, heads into the driveway, and onto the porch. Todd yells, "HE'S ON THE PORCH!" I go running. As quick as he can, Todd swings the doorstop over, and shuts the door. The hurrying wasn't necessary though, Jesse has run into the hall, and is standing by the door screaming at the top of his lungs, and I'm not sure if he's cursing me out for having the nerve to drag him outside, when clearly, he's never wanted to go (because he's probably forgotten all the begging and screaming he does every night, and the dragging the leash up to me and dropping it at my feet) or if he's screaming, "NEVER AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN! AND AS SOON AS I GET INSIDE I'M GOING TO KILL AND EAT GOTEN, IF HE DOESN'T SHUT UP!"

We open the door, Jesse runs inside, tears through the place, going to the cat tree I made, and hiding in the little carpet covered tube on the bottom.

He's okay now, and walking around like he once again, owns the place. However, he is not standing by the door, whining to go outside.

I have no clue what I'm going to do in the future. I'm going to have to tighten the harness, but I'm afraid that if I tighten it much more, he'll be uncomfortable.

Between Goten trying to kill me, and Jesse attempting to scare the hell out of me, I have to wonder if cats are good for my health or not.

He's a smart little devil

Okay leash training Jesse has been interested. If I take him out during daylight he wants to stick right by the house, and sniff along the siding, roll in the driveway, and swish his tail a lot. Maybe take a little catnap in the sun. It's pretty boring actually. If I take him out at night, then he wants to roam around the neighborhood, attempting to act all big and bossy if he sees another four legged creature. Since we have skunks in our neighborhood, this show of bravery is something I have to be very careful of.

ANY time I go outside, without him, he sits on the window ledge and cries like a little baby.

He's not overly keen on the harness. He seems to understand that he's not going outside without it, but he also understands that it restricts his movement, so while he allows me to put it on, he's not happy. He wants to go outside without it.

When he does run around the street, it's hard to get him back in. I end up picking him up, holding him out in front of me, so he doesn't dig his back claws into my chest, and rushing home. I probably look like a huge asshole doing this, but I can't let him roam around all night, I do have to sleep too.

What I try to do is snap the harness on him the first time I take him out for a walk. Then, after the final walk of the night, I take it off. I store it on top of the microwave oven with the leash snapped onto it, to keep them both together.

About five or six minutes ago, he came into my bedroom/office, carrying the leash and harness in his mouth. He dropped it at my feet, sat down and started going, "Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!" Doya think he might be trying to tell me something?
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But the alternative is worse...

Every time I answer the phone and it's my dad, my heart falls into the pit of my stomach and just churns there. Because I'm terrified he's going to tell me Mom is in the hospital, yet again. Or... that he's going to tell me that she died.

So, every time I answer and he says, "Hello" my first reaction is to go stiff and say, "How's mom? Is she okay? How's she doing?" Which, I can imagine makes my dad wonder if he counts at all. I mean, I never say right of the bat, "How are you?" it's always, "How's Mom?"

I know that he knows why I do that, and I'm sure the adult inside of him knows why I do it, and doesn't care. But, I know if it were me in the same situation, the adult would be fine, but there would be this little voice in me, going, "Oh, so, no one cares about me. I've just become a non-entity, who's only function in life is to take care of someone. I'm a nobody, life sucks, I want chocolate." (Okay, the last one would still be said, even if everyone rushed around me and asked me all about myself all the time, but you get the point.)

Yet, I can't seem to break myself of the habit. Yes, once we've established Mom's condition (never good) then, I ask him how he's holding up, so on and so forth. But, I always feel it comes across like an afterthought. "Oh yes, that's right, Dad, you're a human being too! And you're no spring chicken, so uh, let's be polite. How the hell are ya?"

In other news, I'm having a love/hate affair with Jodi Picoult. She, of course, is unaware of this affair, as her role in this is to write books, which I listen to. Nevertheless, this doesn't mean this affair isn't taking it's toll on me.

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I took Jesse for one last walk a few minutes ago. He's not overly fond of long bouts outside, so I take him for a few small walks every day, rather than try one long one.

He explored the driveway, the edge of the house, sniffed our car, etc. After a bit, I decided it was time to bring him in. I scooped him up and he said, "NO!" as clear as day. I almost dropped him I was so shocked.

And, before you start thinking I've gotten rid of the other cats, because I talk about Jesse so much, when we came in the house, Goten greeted us by smacking Jesse in the face the moment we walked inside.

Chrissy was asleep and missed the whole thing.