Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

Life in the Squirrel Lane

This is stating the obvious, I know, but it’s been a while. I really enjoy bulleted lists, so I am going to use one and cheat the whole “let’s explain the what’s been going on in the last year” thing.

D got a job, thank the gods. He is working for an educational nonprofit that makes [...]

The Change has come

I would like to start this post and congratulate my new president. I think that the world will change with him in office. While I believe that there are enormous things to be done in working with our image around the world and how we are perceived, I believe that good deeds can be done [...]

Cleaning House - The Drafts Addition

I have spent every New Year cleaning up the drafts section in Wordpress, dumping the incomplete thoughts and half finished blogs in one, very long, post. I neglected to do that last year, and so here they are - the crumbs of the past, incomplete rants and raves, the drafts. They span the time all [...]

What Monday Brings

Apparently, the shit that hit the fan on Friday, stuck to the blades, twirled around all weekend long, and stank up the building on Monday. Came into the office for an early meeting. After the meeting, one of the office staff took their last trip out our front door. I can’t say it was unexpected, [...]

Things you think about…

I contemplate life while I shower. Washing my hair takes time, so in that time I plan out my next novel, or figure out how to balance my life/work/writing issues, or I think about Sarah.
I worked with Sarah at Borders in Miami, eons ago. She looked like a ballerina, long, lithe, caramel tinted like creme [...]

Weighing the options

I came home from the gym last night, bursting with the brillaint idea:
“Honey, we are going to do body for life again.”
D looked straight ahead at the computer screen, intent on ignoring me.
Like the dogs, I stared at him. Day eyes wide, smiling.No response. I think I got in his face then, still sweaty from [...]

A Tale of Two Fathers

If find myself reliving memories - the day my father left us in Tampa, the feeling of victory when I made him hang up the phone because I was so entirely hateful, a walk through a park in Germany as he held my hand. My first seven years, I was a Daddy’s girl. Post-divorce, I [...]

Love the 70’s - a whine

I spoke with Calie last night. We have a Sunday ritual where we discuss the previous week’s activities and pump each other up for the coming deadline. I whined about our hellish hot streak with no AC. For those of you who live in the South, AC is a given. No one in their right [...]

I mopped the floor

I’m so domestic.
But I’m house-bound again due to my bloody cycle. And yes, I did mean bloody.
I wish I could get a hysterectomy to go -  like french fries, only messier.
…. and that all made sense when I first wrote it.
More coffee…..

French braids, cereal and flies and being crazy…

Flies have taken over my house. They glide and buzz through the air like small, drunk buses - thunking into my paper lanterns and computer screens. One landed on D’s face last night and I almost puked. He and I have become quite skilled in fly-killing. I try not to kill any bugs, I really [...]

The deadline looms

I think I am going to be MIA for most of the week. I have my first deadline for this term on Thursday and I still have a LOT of work to do. The birthday bash was super fun. I had a margarita that I fell in love with - but after 3, I still [...]

When it’s just not worth fighting about….

I’ve had some hiccups with friends recently. I’m either excluded from the important things, or some get on their high horses, hurt my feelings, and the blame the whole situation on me. Now, shit happens. I totally get that. But I’m more than a little tired of fighting with people. My mantra is “life’s too [...]

The update

Valentine has a mass in his bladder. This is unusual for cats, but common in dogs of his age (which is still not old, damnit). The problem is that we don’t know if it’s cancer or not. The test the Vet ran yesterday came back inconclusive. What’s next? There are several options. D and I [...]

A year ago today…

I think. I’m really shitty with dates, but I think a year ago-ish, we arrived in Portland. We spent the 4th with my Mom in Frisco, that much I do remember. But we’ve been here a year, and a lot has changed. Too much has remained the same. And time marches on. Here is what [...]

Walking through the blue

I’m relatively intellectual these days when it comes to the inevitable, such as death. It’s easy to say that she left years ago, with a brain damaged by experimental drugs to curb the pain from her rheumatoid arthritis, and the subsequent damage from the meningitis and the stroke. She wasn’t what I remembered as a [...]

Political Bitchslap

Thwap - that’s what this would sound like. When I was half asleep, trying to wake up and uncurl myself from around a particularly cute pile of beagles, I listened to the morning talking heads chewing on this story with a kind of sick relish.  What do I think about this?
Fucking duh!
But I am now [...]

Panic

I don’t have enough time to breathe, finish my reading (I spent WAY too much time on that fucking Marie Antionette biography), and finish my writing. I’m trying to make sure I have time for everything, and I do, I just have to stop spinning my wheels and STFU.
We took the  Max all over the [...]

More human than human!

I, the MoodyMeow, am no longer a snotmonster.
My breathing doesn’t sound like it’s being performed under duress, deep within a cavern of phlegm.
My eyes don’t have dark luggage to carry.
The cough, although still present, sounds raspy rather than earth-shattering. My lips are still chapped, as is my nose (dude….tissue paper seriously hurts), [...]

Stolen from Claire

 I’m still hopped up on cold meds. D and I went to bed @ 7 last night. The fever returned. I whined. I woke this morning and was theeees —><—- close to calling in again. After my shower, swathed in a towel, I sat on the bed and stared at the floor. D’s call jarred [...]

When the past comes to call

My former stepmother e-mailed me again. This time she found my personal e-mail. I’m livid. While I understand that I’ve made a presence (albeit a small one) on the web, and that all of my moodymeow stuff is public access, I  don’t think it was an invitation for her to e-mail me. What creeps me [...]

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