Kitteh-love pics

Need a Kitteh-Fix? Please, take one of mine!

This is Ernie before he became the poufy, toilet-diving cat that I love so much. Doesn't he look sweet and innocent?

Here is Remington, a.k.a. Remi-Kitty. He's the "old man" of the bunch at 2 1/2.

Hello, I'm from the State of Confusion

Well, Granddaddy-in-law is still in the hospital, but I'm happy to report that he's holding his own and has been taken off his all-liquid diet. I have to tell you, and it amazes me, that even after all that this man has had to endure over the past two weeks, not once has he lost his sweet demeanor or his sense of humor. It kinda shames me, if you wanna get down to brass tacks.

My demeanor hasn't been very sweet lately. I'm sure my husband is ready to send me to my room for a while...lol. I'm not sure what my problem is. And the worst thing is that even though I KNOW I'm being mean and insufferable, I don't know how to stop it. Ok, so, for those of you who have it together, please don't go quoting Proverbs 31 to me right now. I know what it says, ok? Anyway, this is something that I've been praying over for the past couple of weeks. I'm hoping that it's a passing phase brought on by lack of sleep and the whole ordeal of quitting smoking...but if it's not, I really feel sorry for those in my household. :)

On a good note, I had a good checkup at my rheumatologist's office yesterday. *Whew*...one less thing to worry about. I at least know that my joints aren't so bad that body parts will start dropping off into the floor. AND....even better....he said that it shouldn't be a problem for me to come off my medicine when we're ready to try for another child. :) :) :)

Maybe if I can get past my dentist appointment here in a couple of hours, I can start getting more "back to normal," whatever in the heck that is these days. Oh well...if anything else interesting has the chance to happen, I'll let you know.

I need a break

If I ever needed any further proof that I'm not Superwoman, I have it now. It's 2:40am. I'm in the Critical Care waiting room at a large local hospital. My grandfather-in-law has been here for the past two days. Tonight was my night to spend with Granny to keep her from going stir-crazy in this huge place. I can't sleep, even though I've tried most desperately, because it's got to be every bit of 90 degrees in this room. I want to find whomever controls the thermostats in this area and KICK THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF THEM!!! And if all that in itself weren't bad enough, I have FREAKIN' PMS! GAHHHHHH! I can't deal. My mother-in-law has Mr. MD tonight (err...this morning, heh). But, since she's coming down here again tomorrow, MD will not be able to stay at her house (as I had planned...when will I learn???), and I will have to be lucid enough to take care of him. All I can think about is finding a big (and cool) hole to crawl into in my desperate bid for sleep.

I know I sound really, REALLY gripey right now. For that I apologize. I am very grateful that my Granddaddy-in-law is recovering nicely and may actually get to come home tomorrow. I am grateful, too, that even with the stress I've been dealing with over the past several days, I haven't picked up the first cigarette since I quit on Feb. 1. If anyone is actually reading this, say a prayer/send energy/think good thoughts for me. If I can hold it all together for just a few days longer, I may actually have a decent chance of keeping at least one shred of my sanity. :)