Cindyisms

With my new position in my company I am meeting and working with new people. With some it flows like beer at a kegger others I want to shoot myself before the day is over. One lady and I have hit it off and she was telling when her little boy uses the restroom to poop he has to get naked. Doesn’t matter if he just got dressed for the or is getting ready to leave the house. I thought about it someone I lived with has to take off his jeans and underpants when he is home too. Is this a guy thing? When I use the restroom I just pull my clothes down and go. I’ve been asking around ladies don’t seem to undress to go but there are a number of guys who do. My question is why?

So what to talk about today?  Hmmm… Well lets see… My bed.  Yep I’m going to talk about my bed.  Why?  Because other then work which I can’t talk about I don’t have much else to write about.

My bed is a king size bed.  The one bought at Rent a Center for my husband and I when we were to damn poor to buy one outright and I got tired of sleeping on the mattress on the floor.  This is the same bed where my Kiya, Tyler and Baby slept many of hours with us until just last year when I lost them both to old age.  And where I slept almost every night my with my ex until about seven months ago.

Now its my bed.  Its has a sheet set not just the bottom sheet now.  It has two comforters because I love being cuddly warm.  It also has five pillows to fill what had been empty space for a while.

Lately I have been leaving my bedroom door open at night and the younger cats who would not have dared to try to share the bed with the older ones, the humans and the dog are snuggling up on the bed.   I have to admit makes me feel less alone.  For fact they will move pillows to where they want them for comfort and aren’t afraid to let me know when they think I should get up.  It’s like they are saying it’s alright Momma we’re here.

So now I have to wash my comforters a little more often because of the fur and I have to be a little more careful when I roll over in my big bed so I don’t bash anybody in the head.  But to hear Meeya snoring, Cali sneeze and mew before she falls back to sleep and have Sheba curl up with me its worth it.  King size beds aren’t meant for one person especially when the can be enjoyed by the family.

Ok folks I know the holidays are stressful, expensive, emotional and tiring but if one more person pisses on my attempts to get in the Christmas spirit Santa is going to be visiting me in jail. I just finished a seventy-five hour work week. I’m tired and sick and yet I still tried to put some fucking Christmas into my days. So what if I sing off key! Come sing with me. Who cares if my cookies are store bought. They are still cookies. Who cares if someone spelled your name wrong on a Christmas card. They took the time to send you one. And for crying out loud shut up about how realistic the Santa isn’t at Walmart. Some little kid could be listening. I haven’t got my house decorated other then a snowman in the front window and car repairs have left me broke. BUT I’m counting my blessings this season. I fixed the car, I have a job and there is a snowman in MY window. That along with love and friendship is a cause for celebration!

Its the very early morning hours of Thanksgiving Day and I’m at work. There have been some changes to my job that I would love to tell you about but I can only talk in general terms. Like I got my second promotion within the same year. I’m getting to experience different aspects to my job and yet I am still blessed with working with everyone that I love. This means I will be missing some holidays with my family but they understand. In the cheesy tradition of what I am thankful for I’m thankful for my family. My friends, my job, my pets and my home. Happy Thanksgiving everybody! And I hope this is a great start to the holiday season!

So I thought I would take a few minutes to write before I go to bed. Here a sit on my comfy bed all bundled up and happy. Why so happy? Not really sure. I have my beautiful Meeya laying with me. I have my resale comforter I got for a steal that is just heaven to curl up in. I have that feeling all will be well. I love that feeling. I rarely have that headed into the holiday season. Well my eye lids are getting heavy and beautiful Kitty is slowly purring me to sleep. Goodnight family and friends!

I don’t normally discuss things that I see on the news.  It leads to arguments and ill feelings and drama.  BUT something has been stewing inside me for a couple of days.  I know I should look up the names and footnote my references but fuck that its a blog.  So here I go..

As you all know once upon a time I was a teacher and before that I was a student of course.  When I was a student I had a very hot teacher who was about six years older then me.  There was attraction and because we are both NOT stupid nothing happened.   Then when I was doing my mentor-ship I was about 22 I had a student that I was attracted to who was 18.  Once again because we were NOT stupid nothing happened.

I’m not sure how to say this without sounding creepy.  I understand these teachers attraction to their students.  Sometimes its just there.  BUT that’s when you need to evaluate your role in the student’s life.  You’re there to teach, guide and inspire.  What lessons are you teaching a student if they can’t trust you to do right by them?  Its hurts my soul that these kids did not have stronger teachers.  That they could not trust those individuals to protect their interests.

I’m no saint I ran into that same teacher at a  RUSH concert when I was twenty.  I bought him a beer and enjoyed his company.  But by then I was and here is the keyword TWENTY.  I thank him in my mind every time I think about him taking the time to say hey its not right and listening to me instead of walking away or embarrassing me.  And the 18 student of mine tracked me down later in life.  He became a writer and wanted me to read what he had written because he trusted me enough to know I would be truthful, but also helpful.  That same student is now a writer of some success and a teacher.

I think about how very different things would have been if either times people had made the other choices.  Yes there can be attraction between students and teachers but there need to be boundaries and trust.

Did anything I write make sense?  I’m not sure.  But when I watch teachers say they did it because they were lonely I want to say get a cat and leave your students alone.

Yep its official I’m a nut!  Not surprising is it?  Naw I didn’t think so.  How are you?  The world is still turning, I’m still breathing so I’m good.  Got my hairs cut today.  Momma got tired of watching me blow the bangs out of my eyes every ten seconds.  I look good but man do the gray hairs shine.

Look Mom eyebrows!

Then after that we did some grocery shopping!  Some for my folks and some for me.  I have been wanting some good hot chocolate, I hate Swiss Miss so there was Ghirardelli Double Chocolate.  Can’t wait to try it.  YUMMMMMM!

Other then that things are good.  Hope all is good for you and Happy Halloween everybody!!

It’s 12 minutes until 9am and the pet store opens then. I’m here for some Frontline Plus and a new flea comb for my girls. I think the battle for control of the house has turn in the favor of the humans and cats. But now its vacuuming and brushing regularly to make sure it stays that way. Been using a plastic comb to Brush but Meeya gets a hold of it when I am not using it and breaks the teeth. Guess its time for a metal one. Here is my little darling laying on the counter. Not in the least bit concerned she is breaking the rules.

Sleepy Meeya!

Something is bothering me that I need to vent about. I know I’m Not perfect. I know I can be a huge dumbass. But tonight I felt a traitor to myself. I did what I said I wouldn’t do anymore I said I could change. But in truth I don’t want to. I said I would never marry again unless I have lived with someone for a long time and truly gotten to know them. I said tonight sex isn’t an important part of a relationship. Which I believe. Total opposite. I didn’t even defend myself when my spiritual beliefs were questioned. I chose to politely agree instead of fight. And I hate that. Billy Joel. Sang “I rather laugh with the sinners then cry with the saints.” There are no saints. There are just people with different beliefs. And with that said I will begin speaking up again. I will not buy the cow without sampling the milk for free. Milk given often and freely. As far as the spiritual stuff…how can I put this…you have not walked in my shoes, sat in my pew or been a party to a single conversation I have had with God. So the short answer is shut the fuck up and mind your business.

Its Sunday afternoon and I am just hanging out.  Nothing going on until its time to go to work.  Laundry is going, dishes are washing and I am about ten minutes away from starting my day.

Yesterday I ate so much yummy dinner that today I just wanna nap.  I chicken burrito and a homemade ice cream sundae.  Yummy but filling.

Today I finally had a breakfast sandwich about noon because I just didn’t feel like having anything heavy.

I have some things I should be doing like replacing the furnace filter today and here I sit on my large ass typing away instead.

Did I mention I bought a new vacuum yet?  Its great.  Sucks like a hooker at a whorehouse.  Yep I said that.  No idea why.  Probably because I told people the old one sucked as bad as a virgin on prom night.

Its October that means  time to decorate for my very favorite holiday.  I am going to to that next week.  I kind of went back and forth about it because I haven’t done Halloween alone in 16 years.  Its something David and I did together.

I went up to see my folks.  Cut some toe nails.  Then got stomped by my mom at rummy.  NOT ONCE, but TWICE.  Still fun was had by both and that is truly what matters.  Ok friends time to get myself in gear and get busy.  Enjoy the rest of your Sunday and have a great week!