Until yesterday, I had three cats. But the fact that I had three was frowned upon by the apartment complex and Bella had her own issues with sharing a litterbox with anyone else. (I gave her her own litterbox, but Murphy is a neat freak and would go in there and “clean” it, and then she wouldn’t want to use it.) So yesterday, Bella moved to her new home with Kymberlie. I’m relieved to hear that she is adjusting well, but I’m really not surprised at all. She is the Queen of Mellow Cats. Ok, really she’s a whore. She loves everyone, she knows no strangers, everyone must simply love her – she can’t imagine the world any other way. You can see photos of her in her new home at PictureFish. Oh yeah, she’s in heaven. Meanwhile, Mona is happy to be Queen of my Castle again with no other female to threaten her reign.
Month: August 2002
Pain…
This afternoon I started to get a headache, but I thought it wasn’t a big deal and would go away. No. The right side of my neck hurts (even after putting ice on it) and it hurts over my right eye. Bad. I would like to just curl up on the couch and shut out the world for the next 12 hours. Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen. Blech. Pain. More Excedrin. More ice. Blech.
A Rare Delight…
As I was leaving the house this morning I realized that the mat outside the front door seemed to be raised up, and stepping on it didn’t feel right. I thought to myself, “Is there something under there?” There was! There was! Michelle sent me a present off of my wishlist! “Rare Delight of You” by John Pizzarelli. It’s woooonderful! THANK YOU, Michelle!
It’s Time to Have that Talk Again…
First, you need to read this article, “It’s Never Too Late to Be a Virgin” (NY Times, get a free subscription) to appreciate the full scope of what I’m about to say. But my rant will probably clue you in if you don’t read it, so let me begin…
:: Sex makes babies. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. If you’re not married, don’t know the guy or girl well enough to say that you even love them, then you probably shouldn’t be having sex. I know, I know … it’s fun and all that, but do you want to have a kiddo with the person? Ok. Then don’t have sex. (And if you have sex and get pregnant, please respect life enough to not throw your baby in the trash. Please.)
:: If you ignore what I just said and have sex, suddenly abstaining from it 3 months before your wedding day does NOT make you a virgin again. No. It might make you a bit horny, but you’re not a virgin. Definitely not if you are living with the guy. When I read Ms. Ratliff’s comment of how she is doing it to “help clear her conscience about having strayed from the expectations that her church and family hold about premarital sex” I considered hunting her down so I could bitch-slap her in person.
:: Add to that her direct quote, “The closer you get to the wedding, and you’re looking for a preacher and a church, you start to feel guilty,” she said of no longer being a virgin.” NO SHIT. This is why they beat it in to our heads from an early age that you should WAIT until you are married.
:: Take your “second virginity” crap and smoke it. It’s not happening. You’re living with the guy. You’re sleeping with him, although I am reassured and I think you are so much more pure because you won’t sleep naked now or take showers with him. What a joke.
:: Then there is Ms. Burgess who says, “The holding out makes you feel like you’ve been a good girl.” Oh, so in other words it makes it easier for you to justify all the years of naughty behavior? Yeah, ok. Whatever. See above comment on load of crap.
:: “The horse is already out of the gate. You’re either a virgin, or you’re not.” Yeah! Exactly! That was what I was trying to say!
I could go on and on and on about this article, but I’ll spare you. I am not trying to be a hypocrite here. I will not lie – I was not a virgin when I got married. I had moments when I regretted that too – not so much then as now. And if you want to live with someone, have sex, whatever – that’s YOUR call. Whatever, your choices that you have to live with. But please don’t feed me this fluffy bullshit about how if you abstain for 3 months then you’ve had a second virginity. Please. I’m too old to be buying in to that crap. (Have I used the word crap enough in this post yet?) So, what do you think? Can you ever be a virgin… again? [via Donna]
Correction…
It seems that at nearly 33 I’ve gotten to the point where I am very forgetful. Mike is 31 today, not 30. Sorry. It’s your youthful spirit. Your fun loving attitude. Your sense of humor. Oh well, either way I’ll always be 2 years older then you. Does that make you feel better?