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Amateur Night
Citizen Username: Deborahg
Post Number: 1634 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Thursday, November 3, 2005 - 5:44 pm: |    |
Las, in my next life, I want to be one of your cats. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 552 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Thursday, November 3, 2005 - 11:04 pm: |    |
Deb, you'd have it real good. Barren, divorced chick for a mom...what cat wouldn't love it? |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 553 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Friday, November 4, 2005 - 9:43 am: |    |
Is it just me or is there a trend here: two days ago: socks. Yesterday: toes. My Little Butternut is stretched in a sun block on the floor downstairs (while her older brother is curled up in the corner of a dark closet - go figure). I took off from work today because there is absolutely nothing in the world worse than having a delicious purring love machine with a broken toe that can't be fixed. Please don't try to convince me otherwise. Him used to tell me Sydney smelled like me. He used to take pictures of us sleeping together, as she always put her head on my pillow next to mine. She still hasn't noticed he's gone, I'm all that has ever mattered to her. Ooh - him used to get so jealous! Where ever we'd be, he'd pull her away from me to get her to lie with him, and just as he thought he'd pulled it off and she was relaxing, she'd leave him to come back to me. And here we are in this duplex flat, as close a thing to a house as I could afford, and somewhere inside she has broken her fragile, little toe, and I just don't know where. This is so much more devastating than anything, because Sydney is my charge, my responsibility, and I couldn't even protect her from - well, herself. [sigh...] I know I asked some people to tell me if I start getting wierd about my cats, but this doesn't count. This is a crisis. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 560 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Friday, November 4, 2005 - 2:45 pm: |    |
I am sure everyone is as concerned about my Little Butternut as I am. She's been resting all day. Woke up once to pee (I know it was just a pee because I listened), three times to eat, and again when I brought her tuna sushimi (from Samurai of course). Now she is stretched out by her catnip tin, spent. I am taking a break from Swiffering - the place needs a vaccum but I don't want to disturb my Sydney in her condition, so I've been wiping the rugs down with a damp sponge to catch the dust and fur and stray catnip. Mim (not Mem) says I should leave the rugs down, yet I am still contemplating rolling them all up for safety. It would make for a cold home, but we'd all have safe toes. I have to think about it some more. |
   
greenetree
Supporter Username: Greenetree
Post Number: 5830 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Friday, November 4, 2005 - 2:58 pm: |    |
If you were a lesbian, it would not be considered weird cat lady behavior. It would be de riguere. Seeing as how the cat is playing you & you seem to be more freaked out than her, leave the rugs down. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 561 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Friday, November 4, 2005 - 3:31 pm: |    |
Oh, Greene, you have no idea what it's like to be pained by a loved one's pain... And that's good advice - I will become a lesbian. All my closest friends are women anyway. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 566 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Saturday, November 5, 2005 - 11:11 am: |    |
Sydney just jumped on the bed and made it. (Due to a bit of a 'weight' problem she usually jumps then claws the rest of her way up - I know what that's like.) I called in sick for my volunteer job so I can be with her again today. The amazing thing is, my Ernie, whom we rescued as he was being thrown away in Jersey City 8 years ago (age 3 weeks!), hasn't attacked her once in the 2.5 days since this all transpired. I am so proud of his self-restraint I could cry. And I have decided not to become a lesbian at this time. There are many reasons for this decision, none of which include the extra set of testicles Monster carries in his pocket and handed me last night. That is a literal statement. |
   
Cynicalgirl
Citizen Username: Cynicalgirl
Post Number: 1944 Registered: 9-2003

| Posted on Saturday, November 5, 2005 - 11:42 am: |    |
I am so SORRY that I wasn't able to make it to your par-tay, both for you and cuz it sounded like a good one! I was on a species of Friday night kid driving duty and related. Sounds like you had a helluva good time. Glad to hear the Sydney baby is mending, and I agree with keeping the rugs down. Kitty won't be happy with a less cozy house, after all... |
   
BGS
Citizen Username: Bgs
Post Number: 357 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Saturday, November 5, 2005 - 3:08 pm: |    |
las, When I met you last night and you told me about your cat I do not think that I was sympathetic enough to you. I had no idea of the magnitude of your relationship with your cat. Please know that you have my very best wishes for a quick recovery for her. Ciao! |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 568 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Saturday, November 5, 2005 - 6:04 pm: |    |
Not to worry, B - you were sufficiently doting and sympathetic! (If not I surely would have pulled out the Munchausen by Proxy schtick to tug at your empathies...) Cyn, we all missed you. |
   
greenetree
Supporter Username: Greenetree
Post Number: 5846 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Saturday, November 5, 2005 - 6:18 pm: |    |
Um, Las, I'd stay away from MbP. One might think that you broke Syd's toe yourself, which I'm sure is not even possible. Maybe she broke her toe trying to free herself from a pair of your "cake shoes"?
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las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 573 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Monday, November 7, 2005 - 10:51 am: |    |
I left home today to go to work. I've been carrying this photo of my little butternut with me in case my suffering eases I can whip out the photo and make myself miserable in an instant.
What you are seeing is Syd's rear right paw, the black is her tail, and she is laying on a down throw, as I fear the down wrapped cotton stuffed ottoman might not be fluffy enough for her to rest her love laden purring soul. Thanks to all those who were kind enough to visit, send cards, gifts, phone calls, catnip and the like. The smoked salmon and cream cheese platter was a big hit (with all three cats), as was the empty brown paper bag and the rubber band. Meow to you all and thank you for your continued good wishes for Sydney's speedy recovery...Lynn |
   
Ravenheart
Citizen Username: Ravenheart
Post Number: 43 Registered: 9-2005
| Posted on Monday, November 7, 2005 - 4:42 pm: |    |
Hey, we run a pretty exclusive club here. We are members only (only without members). You would have to apply before we considered you for inclusion. And not all of us have cats. |
   
greenetree
Supporter Username: Greenetree
Post Number: 5878 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Monday, November 7, 2005 - 5:05 pm: |    |
Yes, but we all.... Oh, never mind. Raven - as MOL's self-appointed, highest ranking arbiter of All Things Lesbian, it is my duty to inform you that there is an expedited, honorary membership category available to those with enough sardonic posts to attain "gay chic" status. I can nominate you for the membership committee, if you like.
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Dave
Supporter Username: Dave
Post Number: 7858 Registered: 4-1997

| Posted on Monday, November 7, 2005 - 5:13 pm: |    |
The membership committee should require an in-person interview, imho. Some basic requirements are possibly absent.  |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 574 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Monday, November 7, 2005 - 9:43 pm: |    |
I am obviously not membership material at this time as it has taken me five hours and two additional posters to undersand Ravenheart's post. But I do reserve the right to become a cat-obsessed-reclusive-knitter. No interview required. |
   
Wendyn
Supporter Username: Wendyn
Post Number: 2371 Registered: 9-2002

| Posted on Tuesday, November 8, 2005 - 7:59 am: |    |
las, I showed this thread to my puggies. This morning both came in limping and looking pathetic. Then they requested special down pillows and smoked salmon. Coincidence? What a great mommy you are! |
   
greenetree
Supporter Username: Greenetree
Post Number: 5881 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Tuesday, November 8, 2005 - 8:28 am: |    |
While in-person interviews are always best, it works like an honorary PhD program, actually. Any person in a position to endow a building on a University campus can be offered an honorary PhD. I'm not even sure you need an undergrad degree if your building is big enough. The MOL Honorary Gay degree is based not on $ but on dry, sardonic, icy wit. And that je ne sais quoi bitchiness. The Membership Committee has never discussed formally posting the list, so I am not at liberty to tell. But, to cheer her up, I'll tell Las that she's on the list, despite her admission to failing to get Raven's post. Her history is strong enough to allow her a bad day.
And, no. The list will not be unvailed at the post-holiday gathering! |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 575 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 12:33 am: |    |
A few months ago just days after he left me one night in the therapist’s office we sat and he droned on and on of the plans he had planned of the things I should do to prepare for divorce and the sale of our family home. By then I’d been spinning nonstop for a week and the world was a blur and cascaded around me and my glasses were useless for there was nothing to see and each morning I went to work like I should and most days left within minutes for home. I was suddenly scared of the things before me like money and bills and how much things cost so I sat in the dark with just one lamp on and no tv and no dishwasher and no hot water for bathing. There were things that I handled and did well in my old life but money was not something for me. So days after he left when we met at the therapist and he tried to tell me what’s what I couldn’t hear him or make sense of it all because I needed to learn how much light cost. For the one single time in this whole mess he created he stopped long enough to offer me help and told me to keep on the lights as many as needed he’d pay for all of the bills. Which of course post facto I paid for half of everything he promised to pay for in the State of New Jersey husbands and wives make promises all the time, they mean nothing. Then one week and a half had gone by and I realized this thing I was in was my life, it was real it was happening I had to face it I had to come prepared. So a list of questions my shrink helped me write and I brought them to our therapist but when I saw him that day my ire had risen my anger had taken control. You are mean! You are evil! You have a small penis! You are cruel! You are a loser! You are a horrible person! You have an eating disorder! I hope you die from anorexia! I hope you have a miserable life then I hope you die! He told me to stop being abusive the therapist said it was healthy, continue. And I did and I said things, dumb, simple things, because I had control over nothing and wanted control over something, so I’d hurt him and curse him and say the mean things that would get a response from him. But nothing worked, he said not a word and said I should walk out first so I walked out a moment before him then collapsed on the stairs where I slumped and I cried and I watched him walked past me down the stairs and out of the building. And the sad thing is there was a part of me who hoped and prayed and wished for him to be there for me at the bottom of the stairs when I found the strength to move. That wasn't anger not by a longshot, was nothing just a bit of hysterics. The real anger has hit me more recently and it’s not about mocking or yelling or crying, rather it comes from within, from deep, deep down where the acids churn in my stomach and the bile regurges when I work myself up in a tizzy thinking of things for which I have no control and I have no power or strength. And the anger – this real ire - it sends pulses down my arms and tingles the palms of my hands so I fist and tingles my gums so I clench my teeth and makes me think the meanest thoughts and want revenge and want to make sure he knows of the things that he stole and he broke and destroyed. I'm trying so hard to bring forth the niceness the kindness the caring the giving the love that once flowed so freely from my soul but now is locked in an angry dance. And it pains me eternally these traits once defining I now must work hard to bring forth. |
   
bets
Supporter Username: Bets
Post Number: 22512 Registered: 6-2001

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 2:14 am: |    |
Please don't beat yourself up, dear Lynn. You are allowed your emotions and they do not make you a bad person. Thasshole did a horrible, unforgivable act when he walked out on your birthday, and it pains me to see you question your own kindness and caring, when it is so clearly apparent to those who know and love you. It's probably the second-to-last stage of the fabled 5 stages: depression. That's why it's hard to do the things that came so naturally before. You should believe in yourself and recognize that you were powerless in this - you could not and cannot control another's actions, only your reactions. You've come so far. I salute you and envy you the ability to post your thoughts and feelings so freely. If you're anything like me, those emotions can bounce around like a ricochet in a steel padded room. All over the map. Please know that I'm here for you if you need to talk - it's only 11 p.m. here - but remember to ring my cell. Tomorrow is mostly road trip, and I am so looking forward to getting home Saturday it's pathetic. Between my hospitalized niece and my locked out cat, it's been a draining trip so far. It would be nice to hear from you Chin up, my friend. Bets |
   
redY67
Citizen Username: Redy67
Post Number: 4400 Registered: 2-2003

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 9:14 am: |    |
Lynn, you have a great spirit. Don't forget that. You will get back, better and stronger. Remember you have a great circle of friends here to help you if you need. |
   
greenetree
Supporter Username: Greenetree
Post Number: 5896 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 9:32 am: |    |
So, don't try. You'll be back to you when you are ready. Why waste niceness on days when It is weighing you down? Thoughts of him don't deserve to be in the same brain with your normal self. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 578 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 9:49 am: |    |
Bets, I've been diligently knitting your sock - it's ten inches high and I'm now working on the gusset (the part that backs up to your shoe, above the heel). I'll try to post a photo. And Red, don't forget, you only know me as delightful because you threw me a party (who wouldn't be happy about that?)! The real me wants to become a published writer so that I (the non-writer) can be the successful one while him (the professional writer) can be reminded he's sub-mediocre. You see? - not such a great spirit. Notice how Wendyn posted about her now uber-spoiled puggies who crave smoked salmon and cream cheese like my Sydney cat - and I never even commented? Greene - you're telling the woman who ate dinner in your home last week yet never called or wrote to thank you not to be nice? Sounds like a working plan to me... I'm not in the self-wallowing mood I was in yesterday. I'm not going to be lovely, but I don't feel the need to dwell on that event. |
   
ess
Citizen Username: Ess
Post Number: 353 Registered: 11-2001
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 9:58 am: |    |
I'm not sure I could say it as well as Bets, so I can just say that I second and third the sentiments. She is right. In fact, we all are right! YOU are the nice, kind one. YOU did not behave like fecal matter to someone who loves you. It's OK to separate the niceness from the bile that is your late husband. They are no longer connected (your late husband and niceness, that is). |
   
Meandtheboys
Citizen Username: Meandtheboys
Post Number: 1963 Registered: 12-2004

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 11:37 am: |    |
las, everyone here is right. You're are a sweetie and we all know it, even if you're not feeling it right now. And it's O.K. to not be feeling it right now. You will come back to yourself when you're ready, just as greenie says. You can protest and proclaim your evilness all you want. We know different. Proof positive: just this very morning you volunteered to pick up some Incredibles cake toppers for my boy's birthday cake! An evil, horrible, nasty person would never do such a thing. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 583 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 11:58 am: |    |
Me, I'm self-serving. I'm only after the gratuitous slice of cake I know you'll offer me. |
   
SoOrLady
Citizen Username: Soorlady
Post Number: 2707 Registered: 9-2003
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 12:35 pm: |    |
Ah.. Las.. you may be evil, mean & nasty .. but what a delightful sense of humor! Go with our friend Greenie's advice.. if you're not feelin' it, don't fake it. Remember: the sun'll come out - tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar..opps, sorry... wrong thread. |
   
Ravenheart
Citizen Username: Ravenheart
Post Number: 46 Registered: 9-2005
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 12:53 pm: |    |
And remember, even if we don't offer you permanent membership in the League of Chic Suburban Lesbians, we probably have a temporary opening or two you can fill while we consider your full membership. |
   
Wendyn
Supporter Username: Wendyn
Post Number: 2386 Registered: 9-2002

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 1:14 pm: |    |
Maybe you should do the opposite...try to repress your "nice" feelings. Stop being so darned helpful to everyone. Stop all of that volunteer work. Tell your kitty to just eat the plain cat food! I'm betting you will feel a lot worse because you CAN'T stop the the niceness the kindness the caring the giving the love that once flowed so freely from your soul. That is who you are. But also just accept that you can be a bitch. Nothing wrong with it. Take it from a pro. Just think of this...it took a lot to get you to this angry place. So you have every right to be there.
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Ravenheart
Citizen Username: Ravenheart
Post Number: 47 Registered: 9-2005
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 1:29 pm: |    |
And if you still want to keep men as an option, you can always join my subcommittee of Timex Lesbians. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 584 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 3:49 pm: |    |
The Subcommittee of Timex Lesbians might work. Since I am mean and vengeful, I would kindly request a red-headed lesbian partner, since him always had this fantasy about me and a red-headed lesbian partner, and this way I could rub his nose in it. Secretly. In my mind. Since he could care less. |
   
Ravenheart
Citizen Username: Ravenheart
Post Number: 49 Registered: 9-2005
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 4:00 pm: |    |
I imagine if he had his druthers as to what he would like rubbed in it, "nose" would not be his first choice. |
   
Wendyn
Supporter Username: Wendyn
Post Number: 2393 Registered: 9-2002

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 4:08 pm: |    |
"Closeted and confused gay man seeks warm, loving woman with glasses to enjoy lesbian sex with red-head. Ability to accept undersized penis without comment required. Knitting ability preferred. Nose rubbing available on request." |
   
greenetree
Supporter Username: Greenetree
Post Number: 5911 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 4:19 pm: |    |
Damn. This is no time not to be in therapy. I'm trying to figure out the significance of the red-headed woman thing. Clearly, I am bored at work today. |
   
las
Citizen Username: Las
Post Number: 586 Registered: 10-2003
| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 4:27 pm: |    |
Wendy, it's like you were there. Spooooky... You all made me a bit less crabby today. Merci. |
   
bets
Supporter Username: Bets
Post Number: 22514 Registered: 6-2001

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 4:58 pm: |    |
My young colleagues are looking at me a bit nervously after my outburst of laughter while reading this thread on my Blackberry. We're rolling down the Pacific Coast Highway, having just stopped at a beach with miles of swimming, playing, sleeping, snuggling juvenile Elephant Seals. We passed the turnoff to the Hearst Castle, with me the only one old enough to remember the kidnapping and "brainwashing" of poor little Patty. Thanks for the laughs. Though I'm a bit homesick, I can still visit via good ol' MOL. |
   
greenetree
Supporter Username: Greenetree
Post Number: 5914 Registered: 5-2001

| Posted on Wednesday, November 9, 2005 - 5:09 pm: |    |
Bets- put down the crackberry and step away from all battery-operated appliances. Yes, even that one. We'll be here when you get back. If you keep reading, you will end up having to explain married gay man lesbian sex fantasies to your students & I'm thinking that it would be a hard thing to try and explain to the college Ethics Committee during your hearing. |
   
redY67
Citizen Username: Redy67
Post Number: 4445 Registered: 2-2003

| Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2005 - 10:58 am: |    |
greene, if you need some help understanding the red-headed woman thing, just PL me... |
   
Ravenheart
Citizen Username: Ravenheart
Post Number: 50 Registered: 9-2005
| Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2005 - 11:23 am: |    |
I think it's a guy thing. Which is the only explanation for Molly Ringwald's otherwise inexplicable popularity during the 1980's. |
   
Hank Zona
Supporter Username: Hankzona
Post Number: 4862 Registered: 3-2002
| Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2005 - 11:44 am: |    |
maybe it is a guy thing, but I think red hair is more than just the hair color itself. And to quote one of my favorite songwriters, Richard Thompson.. "red hair and black leather is my favourite colour scheme" and "theres nothing in this world like a '52 Vincent and a red-haired girl". Oh and Ravenheart...Anita O'Toole and Bonnie Raitt were more appealing redheads in the 1980s than Molly Ringwald. |