ahhhhhh……..canada

well warriorwoman is back from the battle field and only slightly scarred.
i have spent the past month in scotland looking up relatives and kilts.
just kidding.
i don’t have any scottish relatives.
did look up a kilt though.
but that’s a whole other story.

it’s so weird to re enter your own country and feel like an outsider.
so weird.
everything was unfamiliar to me and people talked too fast.
cars drove too fast.
and all the street signs and business signs looked like they were written in a foreign language.
i was just a little discombuberated.

i’ve been home now for a week and all is returning to normal.
at least i don’t feel like i just got off the red eye from mars.

and cats???
yippee they’re all fantastic.
all cats are well and eating me out of house and home.
blah.
i’ve taken to referring to fluffy as 1800.
that’s his new nickname – 1800.
cause his vet bills all totaled $1800.
shit.
but i love my cat(s) and would pay it again and again and again.
no regrets.
it was worth it to come home and see his black furry face again.
to have him sleep on my shoulder and dig his claws into my arm – can’t buy that stuff.
oh, no, wait a minute, I DID.

i am very tired though, over the next few days i will write about the squat house i came home to and the bags of shit on the balcony and blah blah blah.

it’s good to be home – mu homies.

dec 31

i’ve been on a self imposed time-out. yup, had enough of the world and took a vacation. i haven’t been out much either, except for some shop therapy with witchypoo. i’ve hardly been out for groceries, haven’t even been to the gym in two weeks. also didn’t go to taekwandoe or kickboxing.
i know what the problem is, i ate something i shouldn’t have over a month ago. it knocked me sideways enough so that i lost all my energy and went antisocial and lost interest in life. i don’t know if it was dairy or wheat but it got me good, it’s only this past few days that i’ve felt like doing anything.
i literally didn’t care if the world blew up around me. this is the problem with my food issues, it doesn’t kill me it turns me into the living dead.

and that’s it, here i am again. i have lunch on the stove, the laundry is all done and i’m planning a run later this afternoon. my round with food issues this time added 15 lbs. that’s 15 more than the 8 i gained from quitting smoking and 15 more than i wanted. i’m not disgusted or defeated or mad, i’m tired. i really didn’t need this BUT i have a plan. today is labour day and my gym is closed so starting tomorrow i’m back in the weight room and i’m gonna try to run every day. at the end of this year dec 31 i plan to be 199 lbs. that’s 16 weeks and 3 days to lost 32 lbs, roundabouts.

hope i lose more than my mind in the next 16 weeks.

i don’t have much choice on this one either cause i threw out all my fat clothes and now nothing fits – again. so a shrinking i go.

hey cat, i love you

i was up early this morning, up before that big fireball rises in the sky. or well yeah, we rotate our asses around enough to see the thing. anyway the temperature is not so bad then. i got the furballs all medicated and fed. medicated myself and sat down to a breakfast of chicken. when you’re gluten, dairy and egg intolerant breakfast becomes like dinner at 8am. sucks to be me. chicken was good though.

fireball…….furball, aren’t they similar. both will burn you. the furballs get me at the vets. if anyone mentions pet insurance i will bar you from this blog. just sayin.

i’m at starbucks writing this, a woman just got up and walked out with her friend, she was wearing a denim skirt. i notice cause it’s the only time i’ve ever seen a denim skirt look good on anyone. i love people watching. i love coffee too. and i love starbucks,  it’s a great place to do two of my favourite things.

anyway, back at the cat………
the vet thinks he’s allergic to his food and that’s why he throws up every day. the puke had a red wine color to it and thats when i decided it was time to get him to see the vet. i was going to take her a sample of his puke but thought no, that’s disgusting. so i took a picture of it instead. the vet enjoyed the photo. funny things interest medical peoples. i told her about his diaherra and now she wants a sample. $40 for the poop peek, i know shit stinks but i didn’t know it was profitable. she prescribed a hypoallergenic food for him, it’s gluten free, dairy free, and egg free. i said “so i can eat it?”
yes folks he is my cat.

the exam was – $68, poop test – $40, laxitive – more $’s, special food – $28, taxes – more $’s again. had to buy some toy mice for fluffy – $10, as he’s lost all his under the sofa and the kitchen stove and i’m too hot or too lazy or both to go find them. i left the vets having paid a whopping $176 plus change.

love my cat.

as much as i love coffee.