crazy cat lady

Yes. More beautiful photos of cats pulled from lolcats. com.
random text is so boring.

This blog makes me feel like I may be one of those crazy cat ladies who has all things cats and a million of them. And who starts to smell like cat urine. sigh....the endless possibilities.

I am more obsessed with the nature of cats. They are always sleeping, never worry, are not neurotic and if they don't like you, they leave. Perfect.

No one steps on a cat and gets away with it.

Its the Monday before christmas. The feeling of vacation is in the air. I am at work, and so are some of my colleauges. The hatred for the situation and eachother is mounting. I want to call in sick but remind myself that I only have 1 and a half more days to go.

This seems like an eternity.

Its -45 with the windchill and no matter how you measure your weather, this is enough to make you wanna curl up in the fetal position and stay home.

.06 cents and a decision

Thoughts of the day.

Dollars and cents:
Today I marched out in -22 below windy winter weather to post some holiday cards for my company. I had originally stamped them wrong and .44 cents needed to be added to the cards. We only had .52 cent stamps in the office and I was told I could not put them on the envelopes.

Originally I thought this was a regulation of the post office. After walking the long distance in the horrible weather the post office informed me that putting a .52 cent stamp on the envelope would have been fine.

It was then I realized that I was sent on this long walk from hell to save .06 cents an envelope. So that means, I risked losing my nose to the cold to save the company .72 cents. I'm a little miffed at the whole idea.

The Decision
44 years ago my grandfather chose to come to Saskatchewan, Canada instead of Australia and he brought his wife and 6 children.

This morning I asked my mother, in a huff, as i trudged to the car "Why on earth did your family immigrate here?" and she said "especially since the other option was Australia". It struck me then how one decision made 44 years ago, by one man, effected the lives of 2 generations of family.

It's crazy. I often think of the repercussions of my decisions but I never place it into a spectrum of decisions like "oh if I move to the UK, my kids will grow up the in the UK, and then their kids will grow up in the UK"......I don't think about those string of events.

There are probably more decisions out there that i have not really taken into considerations how big the results are.

no blog

I originally created this blog to comment mysteriously on friends and family's blogs as my cats Minnow and Lou. Lou is now dead due to gross obesity...this photo is in his honour.

Through horrid work boredom and a desire to anonymously write I will start again sans Lou. Yesterday I tried to "vlog" since I am more interesting in person then in writing. But alas, I am technically deficient and can't seem to figure it out.

I am looking forward to the new year because that means new years resolutions. I love those resolutions. I dont actually have to complete them, I just love the feeling of freshness and newness and the endless possibilities.

Last year I had a lame job that pain minimum wage, I was deep in debt, I was single. And at the end of the year I am celebrating my one year with my boyfriend, am just ankle deep in debt and I have a great job that has a good salary and benefits. I have even started saving for retirement!

Retirement savings, thats what the responsible people do.