Busy Little Kitty

 

Afternoon Kittens…

So I’ve given up on pressuring myself to write errrry day…and now I only write when I put fingers to keys.  I know that whole deal about “Writers, write”…well, if you’re a killer, you only have to do it once to maintain that title…so…I will confidently hold onto my title as a writer.

I’m in the midst of a transitional period right now…I’ve been unemployed since Feb, I’m seeing someone…sorta, I think…I’m looking to leave my home to go and stay with a sister and to embark on the adventurous unknown.  I can only be confident, not to mention joyful, that God has me in His care and that He loves this little “mud baby” with all His heart.

Soooo, I’ve also been going to the gym…am almost 10lbs down and I’m really feelin’ myself…like seriously, you would think I had lost 40lbs the way I’ve been batting my eyes around and swingin’ these hips.  Not sure if it’s my nearly invisible 10lbs lost or the confidence I’m exuding that has been bringing all the boys to the yard, but I’ll take it.

Did I mention I damn near live in a rubberized girdle?  Mmm-hmmm…if I get to moving around too much it smells like a race track, but it keeps the extra goo tucked in a bit.  Here’s a little confession…I like when I’m working out and then I start to smell some funk…why…’cause I’m puttin in work, bay-bee!! If I can push past the layers of Degree I’ve slathered on, then I just KNOW that I’m doing something.  I joked to a trainer that I wanted to work off my grizzle (gut) and that once I got going, he was gonna smell bacon.  And that by the time I left the gym, it was gonna be smelling like IHOP in there…(sorry if I just ruined breakfast delights for you).

I’m optimistic about the days ahead, but will gladly take any donations you would like to send my way...seriously, I haven’t worked since Feb…help a sistah out, will ya? *rattles tin coffee cup*

Alright….I better do something about the stuff under the stairs that needs sorting or packing or discarding. Gotta act like I’m going to be the only ant hauling stuff in and out on moving day.  That’s surely motivation enough for me.

Okay Kittens...go be useful…do something you have been putting off before I put these (metaphorically speaking) boots to your sweet little kitty asses.  LOVE YOU!

-MEOW!

I Will Write Everyday, She Said…

Precious Kittens!

Don’t you just hate it when you put in an order to do something and then you quickly stray?  Boooo!  I said I was going to make the effort to write everyday and haven’t.  I’ve had some REALLY good topics, too…but it seems that the more I need to write and get some emotions off of my chest, the less able I am to get it together and get these fingers moving.

My boyfriend and I, of over a year, broke up about 3 wks after the passing of my brother who I had been caring for.  We remained “friends” but as of recently, he decided that he didn’t want that, either.  Ummmm, ok.

So now we are “estranged”….even said for me to stop contacting his family, which really hurt me, considering I haven’t done anything to warrant such a reaction, but ultimately, that’s HIS family.  I have, however, become BFF’s with one of his best friends and she and I love each other like sisters.  It doesn’t interfere with either relationship, so that’s good.

For all of my efforts and qualifications, I can’t seem to secure any work where I am so I will be going to share space with a sister who recently lost her husband.  I will help her get her home in order and she will  provide housing until I can find a job and then hopefully next year, I will move and be on my way to another phase of my life.

An ex-boyfriend that I’ve known for nearly 10 years, has come back into my life and love has begun to rekindle.  He’s been working on issues that we had in the past and I’m really liking where this is going…

I have found it is so much better to not make promises, rather than make them and break them.  Seems pretty obvious, but it’s something that I’ve taken for granted…until I was the one who broke them and felt what it was like to be on the offending side.

When I move, I will be closer to Long Beach and will have several beaches in the area to choose from.  I love the beach…and how it obeys God in traveling just so far, everyday, all day long.  It makes no sense for a body of water to do what it does.

While I’m definitely going to miss my beautiful, cozy, safe home…I look at it as a gift that GOD granted me…a loaner until my next assignment in life.  Who knows what my home will be like after I leave my sisters…but I’m so grateful for what I have now.  Not many people can say their first home was so sweet.

Who ever moves here after me will have a welcoming space with great energy.  My personal mantra is to leave every place I’ve been in better condition than it was when I got there.  So far, I have honored this…maintain a standard of excellence, kittens.

Anyway, I’m off to clean the kitchen and sort through more of the excess stuff I have.  I refuse to cart around stuff I have no use for.  Clear the clutter!

Bunch of hugs and kiss, little ones…

xoxox

-MEOW!