Hey all. As you’ve probably (maybe) noticed, I’ve become pretty silent here. After months of struggling to come up with posts to write, I feel that I can’t lie to myself or anyone else any longer – I need a break. Read more …
Anxiety is such a pain. It pushes me to do more and beats me down when I try to do too much. I loaded up my schedule so much that I couldn’t keep track of things (and certainly neglected things like this blog). I was even pushing myself too hard on the bike rides that are supposed to help me relax. So now I’m trying to slow myself down. Read more …
Two weeks ago, some drama happened at my normal living space. Something about a light fixture breaking or something. All I know is, the dining room sure was dark! Something called “Maintenance” needed to be called, and I needed to find alternate roaming space since my indoor living quarters won’t allow pets. Something about pets being loud and destructive…which I find hilarious since I hear something called “babies” screaming much more than I’d like. I’ve eaten prey that didn’t complain that much! As far as “destructive”, I’ve never destroyed anything other than cardboard boxes and paper bags Whatever, I’m not getting on my soapbox. I’ll get up on a windowsill instead.
Another easy recipe. Three diced potatoes, 1 lb. sausage, cream of cheddar soup, and a bag of frozen vegetables. And how did it turn out?
I’ll write more about my adventures soon, but for now, I wanted to share some Quick Pics highlighting some recent fun I’ve had. What was originally supposed to be a day vacation turned into a two-night sleepover! CatMom was pretty apprehensive about me being in the territory of other cats – would I fight? cause bloodshed? climb the curtains? behave? As far as CatMom’s aware, the only other cats I’ve been exposed to are the kind I inflict serious injury upon, but she needn’t have worried. Things went wonderfully. I’d like to give a huge THANK YOU! and head boop to Aunt Patricia for allowing me and CatMom to stay at her house for two days. I had SO much fun! CatMom’s probably already tired of me gushing over your place, and I hear I didn’t see it all! Maybe next time…
Anyway, on with the photos!
On May 3, 2014, my nephew, Brandon, graduated from Northern Michigan University with a double major in Secondary Education – Physical Education and Secondary Education – Health Education. Then, 6 days later, my niece, Elyse, graduated from Ferris State University with a degree in Forensic Biology. This is my short letter to them.
Well, it’s been a while since anyone posted their Quick Pics here, since RunningYooper rarely takes photos and Drewseph has been busy with school and volunteer stuff, along with a temp job, so I thought I’d step up and pick up the slack for once. Here are some photos of the places I inspect when I go out walking with CatMom.
Tucker Carlson recently asserted that being sexually assaulted is “the greatest thing that ever happened” to teenage boys. He further defended his statements by saying, “Notice that the breakdown is along sex lines,” with most of his criticism coming from women.
Well, Mr. Carlson, I am a man and a survivor of sexual assault. It was actually the worst thing that ever happened to me. I have met several other men just like me who rarely speak of their assaults. In fact, while they do recognize it as wrong and traumatic, they rarely call it rape. And it is rape. And it is wrong. Read more …
I love easy recipes. Throw them in the pot, leave, go to work, come home, cuddle with my cat, and have dinner. Yeah, I live on the edge. Anyway, here’s this week’s installment of What A Crock! Wednesday.
It’s been a bad week….no, scratch that. It’s been a bad 12 days here.
CatMom started me on Prozac, because she thought it would help with my incessant need to yowl in the morning. Sure, I started sleeping a little more, and being a little more low-key, but…the night yowling was still happening. I know, I know, things take time, right? It turned out not to be worth it, in so many ways.
I’ll admit, I was a little nervous about this recipe since the recipe called for a 3-quart crock pot and I own a 5-quart, and I didn’t know how that would affect cooking time (it didn’t). This recipe was another relatively easy one: mix ground beef, tortilla chips, shredded cheddar cheese, salsa, and taco seasoning into a loaf and place into the crock pot. Cook for 3-4 hours. Mix ketchup, hot sauce, and brown sugar and pour onto top of meatloaf; cook for another hour. Seems easy enough. I like that in a recipe.
Last week, after an intense night and morning that CatMom doesn’t want to talk about with anyone ever again, CatMom called my doctor. She’d been trying to stop my incessant yowling from 4-7 a.m., and nothing was working. Feeding a large meal at night, right before bed, with smaller meals during the day? A later bedtime? Feliway? Daily calming supplements? Holistic therapies? More play time? Walks outside to tire me out? Walks outside in the morning and at night to tire me out? Didn’t matter…I was gonna start yowling at 4 a.m. I want to be outside, with the birds and the mice and the other awesome-tasting creatures, and I was definitely making my unhappiness known.
So she called my adviser. “Doctor,” if you will.
“Time to bring out the big guns,” she said. It’s assumed I have an anxiety/panic disorder right now (not surprising, given my background). So, after work, CatMom picked up a 30-day supply of Prozac.
I’m on half a pill right now (5 mg) . It seems to be helping, a little. Now I’ll yowl one time at 3 a.m., and then sleep for a couple of more hours. 6 a.m. is my new “I’m over it, get out of bed!” wake-up time. However, I’m having a few side effects right now that CatMom needs some guidance on (like, I don’t want to play anymore), so she’s assuming that I’ll start taking only 2.5 mgs tonight.
[sigh] I think CatMom feels like a failure, though. She tried so hard to break me of the 4 a.m. yowling, but she knows I’m not doing it to spite her. She just feels like she could have done more to help. She’s also still looking for a place to relocate us, but a lot of places down here require cats to be declawed. She laughs. She’s not going to do that to me. I’m no threat to anyone (I’m scared of people and larger animals) and she’s anti-declawing, so….we shall take our business elsewhere, thank you. It just might take a little longer than we’d hoped.
That’s all that’s going on with me right now. It’s time for my nap. Today’s CatMom’s “long” day, where she’s out after dark and comes home smelling like other cats…apparently she also works at a place where cats are kept before getting a home like I have. I like that, but I don’t like being away from her all day after getting to enjoy her company over the weekend. So I nap. It makes the day pass quicker. And the Prozac is making me so sleepy….
Seriously, this recipe couldn’t possibly have been any easier: 3 chicken breasts, one small onion chopped, and one jar of Caribbean Jerk marinade (well, also 1.5 cups of water, but that’s no big thing). Cook for 8 hours, shred the chicken, let the shredded chicken simmer in the sauce a little while longer. Eat.
I wanted to like this recipe. I’d been thinking about it all day, of how the cheese, sour cream, ranch dressing, buffalo wing sauce, and diced tomatoes would taste over pasta. I don’t normally like chicken in my pasta, but I was willing to give it a shot. To be honest, I ended up less-than-pleased.
Oh, you gotta be kidding me. What the…why…oh no she didn’t! Why is she punishing me?!
The shenanigans all started a little over a week ago. I was getting more adventurous with my outdoor excursions. I was sitting under a shrub, I was wandering, and one morning, she left me outside. Several minutes later, she came back to look for me, and I was yowling. Okay, okay, I’ll admit it, I was lost and nothing looked familiar since I really haven’t been outside much since my brain went wobbly back in September and I was scared but that is no reason for…for… Read more …
I love chicken and dumplings. It’s been my comfort food for a long time. However, usually I make it by tossing chicken breasts in a pot, chopping up some onions, covering the chicken and onions with water and, after boiling the resulting stew for 20 minutes, adding dumplings made with Bisquick. However, what always happens, no matter how much I watch the dumplings cook, is that my stove top ends up a mess. The mixture always boils over. So…with that in mind, I went off in search of a crock pot recipe.
So, as a joke (because I don’t really watch sports as a hobby, it’s more of an excuse to lounge around and eat pizza), I filled out the Quicken Loans Billion Dollar Bracket Challenge on Yahoo! recently. A coworker and I were discussing what we would do if we won (we both got booted out on the first day – Dayton?!). Well, here’s 10 things that I would do:
My goal with this week’s crock pot project was to make something close to what my mother tosses together when I’m back home – roast beef, onions, carrots, potatoes, dry onion soup mix. She just tosses hers in an old metal cake pan and bakes it in the oven for a while. So how did my creation turn out?
Well, it’s been a while, so I thought I’d check in.
This winter has started to wear on me. I’m not going to complain about being able to snuggle into cozy fleece blankets and snooze for hours, but I sure would like to go outside and explore again. I was so excited recently when Mom and I went outside and I saw that some of the snow had melted. Like, I could see grass! That was the morning I wanted to explore far and wide, and Mom tried gently explaining to me why I couldn’t roam…and she and I kinda got in an argument. (All was lost when she reached down, scooped me into her arms, and carried me back inside). Then I looked outside the very next day, and there was a lot of snow! And it was blowing in my face! That morning, only Mom went outside, because I gave the snow a sound of total disgust and turned away from the door. Read more …
This is my first recipe from Stephanie O’Dea’s cookbook called Make It Fast, Cook It Slow: The Big Book of Everyday Slow Cooking, and my second recipe from Stephanie O’Dea ever. And how did it turn out?