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Bookkeeper, tax preparer, cat lady, blogger, organizer, mystery writer.

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I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

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Friday, June 04, 2010

Why I do not have children...

See this?  Crying, shrieking baby - completely out of control with a mother who is either unable or unwilling to stop the tantrum.  Somewhere outside my office - at least fifty feet away - there is a shrieking child whom I cannot see, but can hear loudly and clearly.  This has been going on for at least fifteen minutes.  I suspect it's someone outside the local gambling establishment (yet another story) sitting with the kids while the friend or significant other is inside gambling away the milk and diaper money.  Probably the same people I see in the grocery store with carts full of beer and junk food who smack their crying children and say, "If you don't shut up, I'll give you something to cry about."  Like that ever works.  My mother used to say that to us.
I'm so cynical today.  Which is probably another reason why God never allowed me to have children - well, that and the fact the I didn't get married until I was 37.  An interesting, and yet somehow confusing, correlation which I have explained to many people, believe me.
It goes like this:
"Do you have children?"
"No - I didn't get married until I was 37."
"Yes, but did you have children before that?"
At which point I want to say, "No, you dumbass - don't you know that marriage comes before children?"
But instead, I just smile and change the subject.  And, of course, now I am thankful that I don't have a teenager with too much make-up and multiple piercings making me nuts during the throes of menopause at the advanced age of 51.  Because I'd have to be a lot nicer and stop using dumbass at the end of every sentence. 

5 comments:

  1. Love the picture.

    What you say makes sense to me, but I know people who DO have the kids first :-)

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  2. I always look forward to your posts because I NEVER know what you are going to say!!! However, they are ALWAYS interesting and usually makes me chuckle at the very least and downright LAUGH OUT LOUD at the most!! DON'T STOP!!!!

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  3. Amen sister! I have wavered on the subject over the years- happy I didn't have any with the first Mr. Was hopeful to give some to the second Mr. But now at almost 44, ain't gonna happen! I like how we can just pick up on the spur of the moment and go off for the day. Same reason I don't have a dog now. The cats just eye us when we leave and don't care if we come back!! I say kitties for us, not kiddies!!

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