Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Year's Resolutions (2015)

Happy New Year everyone!

So, normally I make bogus resolutions, because I never really know who to say to people when they ask for polite conversation, "So, what are your New Year's Resolutions?"

This year is different, however.

I have real goals to better myself, for myself this year.

Resolution #1:
Go to the gym and work out to loose weight, and feel emotionally better.

Resolution #2:
Eat food that is good for me.

Resolution #3:
Do things that will help me heal, and be at peace with myself.

Happy New Year!

Monday, December 29, 2014

Knitting in Public (KIP)

As you may have already read, I like to knit.

Probably too much.

But, it helps alleviate my anxiety and symptoms of depression, so I don't think it's really a problem. Yet.

I don't like public places, so I tend to knit to keep my anxieties down.

This can be bad.

One time while my boyfriend was being seen by a doctor, I was left to my  own devices in the waiting room. While knitting happily away, I was approached by a woman who began to talk to me.

It shouldn't, but this sends me into a tizzy.

I get super awkward and don't know how to handle this situation very well. Although I know I don't sound all that retarded, in my head I sound something like this:

Usually people get the idea that I'm not quite ready for social interactions yet, and leave me alone to knit complacently again.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Poop Cat

I have a very sweet, yet at times challenging cat. Let's call her "Poop Cat".

When Poop Cat came home, she was super skinny, and had some litter box problems right away.
Like not knowing where it was. Or what it was. We're not sure.

After NUMEROUS attempts at fixing the problem ourselves, nothing seemed to work, and we had to confine her to the kitchen at night. (Linoleum cleans easily.)
So it seemed we had a hopeless cat. We were doomed to clean poop of the kitchen floor forever.

About two months ago, we discovered that Poop Cat wasn't retarded, but had feline hyperthyroidism. She wasn't healthy! The being skinny, and having box problems where two big signs we didn't even know where signs.

So, now on medicine, she is doing A LOT better. Poop Cat is gaining weight, and using her box almost regularly now.

Poop cat does do "protest poops" though. If we all go out, and leave her alone for an extended time, she will poop on the floor. Usually in the middle, or in front of the sink. I'm convinced she does this on purpose.

When we do get home, she regrets her decision to poop on the floor, and lacking thumbs to clean it up, feels bad about it.

She is getting better.


But better.

Still poops on the floor.

But better.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Reason #2 I hate the market

I have pretty severe anxiety. Going to the market is hard enough when everything goes well.
I'm not sure how your markets work, but at the one I frequent, Let's call it Little Eagle, they have "self check out" cash registers. It's like this: you can scan your own products, and a computer deals with that pesky human interaction of a cashier. This is why I ALWAYS go for the self check out.

Problems come for me when something won't scan, something scans wrong, or the computer decides that it's done with my crap.

When this happens, the light above the register will blink.

It blinks, calling you an idiot, while you wait for a real person to fix your problem. A friendly voice come from the register telling you, "A team member is one the way."


So now I wait awkwardly for a team member to swipe their card, fixing the problem, but inadvertently, and unintentionally, embarrassing me.

This whole process of scanning something wrong, and needing the team member to make the light stop blinking happens about 50% of the time.

I hate the market.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Reason #1 I don't like the market

I hate going to the market.
Here is one reason why:

I HATE when people look for something on the opposite shelf from where they push their cart, effectively BLOCKING THE WHOLE AISLE.

This I do not like.