After throwing up all over my living room, my baby boy cat Mozeley is feeling much better. The vet gave him steroids for a few weeks. Now he’s back to eating his and Shinxley’s food. The vet said it could possibly be lymphoma (didn’t know cats could get lymphoma). She suggested an ultrasound and possible surgery. I opted for the ultrasound and steroids. I just didn’t have the money to put out for surgery even though I have insurance. That was ok because I had other options.
Luke Perry, Dead at 52 from massive stroke…Keith Flint (Prodigy), Dead at 49 from completed suicide…Gone too soon…
T.Lanette
I couldn’t believe it when I heard this news last Sunday. Two young men who were part of my adult culture, gone. Their death was too soon and at a young age. Perry was only two years older than me. Flint was a year younger.
Too many of us are dying from stress and troubles too young. We have every modern convenience to make our lives easier. There are medical advances to help us live longer. Yet, lately, I’m reading about young people dying from late-in-life diseases and the effects of mental illness.
…It’s just too soon!
T.Lanette
Pain is not your friend nor is anyone who is causing that pain. In life, you have to realize to show up for yourself and stop begging people, includes your blood relatives, to love you.
Emma Ortega Negrete
I needed to see this post tonight. Stuck? I feel as if I’ve been stuck since I was 8 years old. That’s when my childhood ended. (No, I wasn’t physically or verbally abused.) I just had a mother who decided it was time for me to “get older.” She had my brother to focus on, and it was time for me to be less dependent. So, 42 years later, I’ve managed to have a relationship with my mother. (Thank you therapy!) I promised my dad (my parent) I would try. Since he’s died I’ve definitely tried. And the week after Thanksgiving, I realized I’ve tried too hard. This relationship has been a huge source of pain for me. I’m tired. I’ve sacrificed my feelings too often for family, too often for my mother. I’m too tired! I won’t be sacrificing my feelings anymore.
How can a weekend that started with a 1.5-hour massage and a relaxing graduation party end up crappy? Well, thanks to the “White Screen of Death” my relaxing weekend turned into an endless puzzle. First, let me say that my blog silence was not planned this weekend. It happened because I was locked out of my site on Sunday. It wasn’t an abrupt lockout, but a slow, gradual, royal “pain-in-the-ass” lockout. There were no large blinking words on the screen saying, “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED!” Instead, I was greeted with the “White Screen of Death” and a small “http_ 500” error message. Even worse was that I watched the whole episode happen in slow motion. I didn’t realize what the outcome would be, but I knew something wasn’t right. Continue reading Hijacked by the “White Screen of Death!”
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