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On seasons, self-image, cats and weddings
Mar. 6th, 2012 10:55 amMeh, haven't made a nice mundane "blather about my life" post in a bit. It's not that I haven't been busy, its just the lack of anything of real note happening lately. Some of that's my fault - still mostly stuck in a mental funk that prevents me from getting as much accomplished as I'd like. But for the most part, la vida Andee is a good one.
I'm tired of this non-winter. I want to call it a wash and look ahead to the spring. Mostly for the warmer weather. Problem with losing a whole mess of weight is that fat=insulation, though who am I kidding, even 70 lbs ago, my hands still got ice-cube cold for almost no reason. Seriously considering painting my nails just so I don't have to look at them being purple all the time.
Speaking of a lack of insulation...
So, that's what I look like now. Sideshow Bob hair and "I'M TAKIN A PIKCHURR" scowl subject to change, of course. Again, thankfully, my appetite and therefore my weight are on an upswing lately, and while I'm still kind of horrified by the backs of my arms, my boobs, and the skeletal-ness of my hands, I'm okay with the rest of me. At least I've put back on enough to lose the weird hollows in my face and the visible ribs. That... No. Now I just look on the thin side of normal. I can deal with that, I think.
The only problem is that if I accept this version of myself and stay at this weight, I really do have to work on replacing almost my entire wardrobe. Actually quite of bit of my stuff in general needs replacing right now. The household stuff I'm mentally tallying for wedding registry type of purposes, but the clothes are gonna be hard. Right now my entire closet ranges from size 10 pants to size 20W, and mostly in the upper ranges of that. And we won't talk about the XL-XXL t-shirts. I may be making throw pillows this summer. Le Sigh. We all know how much I loathe clothes shopping right? Right. Okay.
And now for something completely different: a small boy with an iPad and a long suffering cat.
The picture is out of focus, but the expression on the cat's face is hilarious.
It occurred to me recently that we've had Lily for a little over a year now, since we adopted her around Valentine's Day last year. And much like any living creature that comes into ones life by whatever means, it has become very difficult to remember what life was like before the little rocket-powered asshole (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23's name for her this morning) joined our little family. In the year since, she's gotten a lot less skittish, much prettier (good food'll do that to a kitty coat), and has proven herself to be one of the more patient cats I've ever known aside from Valentino. I say this because not only does she put up with cell23 turning into a giant galumphing kid around her, but she's also incredibly good with the kids. I think it might have helped that she's had one litter of her own at one point - there seems to be a long-suffering understanding that the two of them are, if you'll pardon the expression, cell23's kittens and must be dealt with accordingly. This isn't to say she hasn't hesitated to swat them when they deserved it - Lil'Beast sported a most badass looking scratch down one side of his face all day Sunday - but she neither flees nor hides from them, and in fact seems mildly upset after they go home, or at least aware that they're missing. And then there's her newest stunt, which is if I'm lying on the bed with a book or the iPad she'll either curl up on my belly or in the curve between my neck and shoulder and either look on or go to sleep. Dear gods, there is nothing more soporific than a cat purring like an idling truck into your ear.
tl;dr: we picked a good kitty. Or, more properly, a good kitty picked us.
In other news, I've gotta get the gears grinding back up on wedding plans. Thankfully Vicki is heading up in a couple weekends to help me deal with a lot of that and get deposits down on places and things, but in the meantime... I've been avoiding the project, I admit it. Too overwhelmed with details, I think, to the point where city hall is starting to look good again, lol. I should have a little extra free mental space since I'm excused from bells until after Easter after our performance on Sunday. Eh. Just have to get back on that particular saddle. Especially sincecell23's mom is all giddy and wants to know details of what we're/I'm cooking up. smh. Wellp, I DO have a mostly free weekend coming up...
One last point before we go. I am amused that just among the Squirekids we have two, no, three NRE soaked budding relationships happening and two weddings. Must be just that time.
All right. I need orange juice. Peace.
I'm tired of this non-winter. I want to call it a wash and look ahead to the spring. Mostly for the warmer weather. Problem with losing a whole mess of weight is that fat=insulation, though who am I kidding, even 70 lbs ago, my hands still got ice-cube cold for almost no reason. Seriously considering painting my nails just so I don't have to look at them being purple all the time.
Speaking of a lack of insulation...
So, that's what I look like now. Sideshow Bob hair and "I'M TAKIN A PIKCHURR" scowl subject to change, of course. Again, thankfully, my appetite and therefore my weight are on an upswing lately, and while I'm still kind of horrified by the backs of my arms, my boobs, and the skeletal-ness of my hands, I'm okay with the rest of me. At least I've put back on enough to lose the weird hollows in my face and the visible ribs. That... No. Now I just look on the thin side of normal. I can deal with that, I think.
The only problem is that if I accept this version of myself and stay at this weight, I really do have to work on replacing almost my entire wardrobe. Actually quite of bit of my stuff in general needs replacing right now. The household stuff I'm mentally tallying for wedding registry type of purposes, but the clothes are gonna be hard. Right now my entire closet ranges from size 10 pants to size 20W, and mostly in the upper ranges of that. And we won't talk about the XL-XXL t-shirts. I may be making throw pillows this summer. Le Sigh. We all know how much I loathe clothes shopping right? Right. Okay.
And now for something completely different: a small boy with an iPad and a long suffering cat.
The picture is out of focus, but the expression on the cat's face is hilarious.
It occurred to me recently that we've had Lily for a little over a year now, since we adopted her around Valentine's Day last year. And much like any living creature that comes into ones life by whatever means, it has become very difficult to remember what life was like before the little rocket-powered asshole (
cell23's name for her this morning) joined our little family. In the year since, she's gotten a lot less skittish, much prettier (good food'll do that to a kitty coat), and has proven herself to be one of the more patient cats I've ever known aside from Valentino. I say this because not only does she put up with cell23 turning into a giant galumphing kid around her, but she's also incredibly good with the kids. I think it might have helped that she's had one litter of her own at one point - there seems to be a long-suffering understanding that the two of them are, if you'll pardon the expression, cell23's kittens and must be dealt with accordingly. This isn't to say she hasn't hesitated to swat them when they deserved it - Lil'Beast sported a most badass looking scratch down one side of his face all day Sunday - but she neither flees nor hides from them, and in fact seems mildly upset after they go home, or at least aware that they're missing. And then there's her newest stunt, which is if I'm lying on the bed with a book or the iPad she'll either curl up on my belly or in the curve between my neck and shoulder and either look on or go to sleep. Dear gods, there is nothing more soporific than a cat purring like an idling truck into your ear.tl;dr: we picked a good kitty. Or, more properly, a good kitty picked us.
In other news, I've gotta get the gears grinding back up on wedding plans. Thankfully Vicki is heading up in a couple weekends to help me deal with a lot of that and get deposits down on places and things, but in the meantime... I've been avoiding the project, I admit it. Too overwhelmed with details, I think, to the point where city hall is starting to look good again, lol. I should have a little extra free mental space since I'm excused from bells until after Easter after our performance on Sunday. Eh. Just have to get back on that particular saddle. Especially since
cell23's mom is all giddy and wants to know details of what we're/I'm cooking up. smh. Wellp, I DO have a mostly free weekend coming up...One last point before we go. I am amused that just among the Squirekids we have two, no, three NRE soaked budding relationships happening and two weddings. Must be just that time.
All right. I need orange juice. Peace.
