Just watched the video of my wedding over 25 years ago.  As long as I'm revisiting the past I thought I'd come see what changes have been made to Live Journal since I've been here.  I guess this isn't much of an entry.

Kissy, my cat came back!!!!!!! After all this time she showed up at the door and charged the food dish. I've been extatic all day!!!

Kissy is still missing. I got Suezo a collar and am trying to limit his outdoor time to when someone is outside with the little fuzzbucket ( Read more... )

I was going to do some gardening today but the heat was too much. I need to get up earlier. The girls were going out to play but all they did was put up some "lost cat" signs - they didn't stay out to play at all. Even Suezo wouldn't go out to sit in the back yard ( Read more... )

Kissy is still AWOL. The granddaughters smuggled a neighbor cat into the house as "a spare."

Kind of a blech day, I lost my cell phone, the check engine light is on in the truck. In good news, I got a letter from Brian Jr and it rained a bit.

Kissy is still missing. Ginnie is starting to like school. Spouse finally mowed the lawn. I kinda wish he would let me do it ( Read more... )

Kissy the cat is AWOL. She went outside to litterbox and hasn't been seen for about 4 days. I know cats do this, but she's about 11 or 12 years old and has no respect for cars. I'm really getting worried about her little furry ass. My therapist says she may be missing the dog and gone into hiding. She was close to Rustin ( Read more... )

No, not a tropical storm. Ginnie is my grown daughter. She is now going to a business school to learn to be a medical assistant. I didn't carefully think out this thing like I should have, perhaps. I have to provide her transportation, help her study, watch her kids, pay for her field trips until she gets some part time job (gods I hope Spouse ( Read more... )

Ah-ha! Actually, I spent one of my insomniac hypomanic nights online chatting with a victim not from IRL. Presumably this victim gained something from my prattling as he continued to ask me fabulously personal shit about my life in similar manner to my therapist, or really probably more like my psychiatrist who is as much nosy as he is ( Read more... )

This past weekend I went to my grandson's birthday party. He is now 4 years old. I thought of the old days when each year was a true milestone because so many children died. I tried to feel happy that my children all lived to be teenagers and that my grandchildren are all healthy. In the end it was just wonderful to see so many children being so ( Read more... )