Ithaca is pretty...

Pookie...didn't waste any time...

Pookie's favorite place to sleep at the old house was smack up against the radiator in the living room...I was a little concerned because the new house doesn't have radiators...so where would Pookie sleep?




She didn't waste anytime finding a warm new spot to snuggle up against!

SNOW!!

Anger

So there is a guy in our office who I like to think of as a pretentious fuck wad...
PFW was at lunch with the nerds today, thinking he was part of the group...
He had the fucking nerve to ask me if I was taking my cats along with me to NY?! Um...duh, they are my cats, more like my children! He said that if it were him he would leave them behind. Okay I don't know how things are handled in insensitive bastardville, where he clearly lives, but not only am I the wrong person to say that to, that is just so not cool to even say. The poor Spicy cat was left behind...and when I explained this story to him, he lost interest and started talking about himself. Her ears were crunchy on the top from frost bite! How sad...
If I could have gotten away with it, I would have reached across the table (he was sitting across from me) and shoved his pretentious knife and fork down his pretentious fucking throat. You don't just throw out your pet when you move or are tired of it. It is a responsibility!? People like him make me feel physically sick. And I have to say that if I were to continue working here, I would have a very hard time dealing with his shit. That just isn't right...at all.

I cried last night...

watching Dr. 90210! What the fuck is wrong with me?! Seriously, don't answer that...

No really, I am a mess, first off, my 'store closed', if you don't understand what that means, please don't ask! Right, so my store closed, and I am quitting the job I have been working at for 6 years, leaving all the people (sure I don't like most of them, but it is kind of like the crazy family members that you tolerate, kind of dislike) I have seen every day for the past 6 years...and I am moving out of state. So needless to say I am a tad bit more emotional than I really normally am!

Well that and **SPOILER ALERT** -- Dr. Rey's family dog died...it was really sad...it bothers me when animals die. And they were showing happy pictures of the family together with the dog. The best part was they actually had the dog buried in a coffin in a pet cemetery (no not the scary one!). As funny as it was, it was really sad...Dr. Rey's wife was a mess...which just ended up making me cry more. Yeah it was bad!

But on a more exciting topic, today is the LAST TIME that I will be blogging from work...okay that is sad too... but it is my last day of work, and there is some excitement to that. My exit interview is at 9...I may have to leave after it is over, darn, I was hoping to stay all day!

Wish me luck! :-)

6 weeks!

I haven't really shared this with many people, and really it isn't that big of a deal, but I haven't had a ciggy for 6 weeks...not even one. Zip, zero, zilch...none...in 6 weeks, well 6 weeks tomorrow.
Not really sure what made me completely give them up, but I have...

It hasn't been easy, and I have definitely had some killer cravings. But the other week I realized that yuck-o, the smell of ciggy's is freaking disgusting. Okay, duh, I know...but this is pretty much the first time in my life I have been 100% ciggy free.

My mom smoked while she was preggers with me, in her defense it was the 70's...and obviously both my parents smoked the entire time I was a child. I had my first one when I was 12, it of course made me cough and choke, and I didn't pick up another one until I was 16. Even then I didn't inhale...yeah I know that is what everyone says!!

So even two years ago when I stopped buying them, I still smoked maybe 2 or more a week...except for when I was in Las Vegas for S's wedding in February...but hey what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?! ;-)

Anyway, it has been 6 weeks...still not easy, but at least I think it smells now! That has got to count for something!!

Traditions

Yesterday was Thanksgiving...yummy food day. I don't really celebrate holidays for their real meanings. Just like Columbus day, sure it is great to have that day off, but Columbus really didn't 'discover' America...not really. The pilgrims, well they weren't really that great of people either...they stole from the Indians and gave them diseases...neither of which is really admirable! Somewhere down my ancestry line there is some Native American blood, so I have to defend them in some way!

Anyway, the point of this post is about traditions...the real reason I like holidays. For those of you who know me well, you will know that I HATE change, any form of it, it makes me panicky and more bitchy than normal. The last few years, my family has changed all my holiday traditions...it sucks.

The whole thing started about 4 years ago when my grandfather passes away...
Basically they decided that they really didn't like each other enough to continue having holidays together (um, that is fine, but they kind of bailed on my grandmother!). So we stopped doing family holidays....sure we all didn't get along, my Uncle can be a prick, but still we are family...it was sad...but whatever.

This year it was rumored that we may have Thanksgiving together again, of course it didn't happen...my cousin M and I were pissed about it. No one else really seemed to care...families are strange.

Hopefully Christmas will be better, we do actually get together for that holiday...so at least I have some family fun to look forward to!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!