Wednesday, April 26, 2017

They DO worm their way into your heart!

Twenty years ago, Alex and I had a cat nicknamed 'Pimp Daddy.' He was black and white and had a paralyzed tail.  Some incident happened while he was out rolling in the city and he got his tail paralyzed. About a year later, he ended up getting Feline Leukemia. I had him put down on a weekend where Alex was out with his cousins so I didn't have him witness the whole thing.  About a week later, a neighborhood kid named James came by with a little orange kitten.  See, Pimp Daddy rolled with James' cat named Miss Kitty and Miss Kitty had kittens.  He though I'd like a new Kitty.

About a year later, a stray cat from the neighborhood dropped off two kittens on my doorstep.  We kept one, gave one away.  Vicky was our girl. As you see, Tigger and Vicky were best buds.  They'd be together all the time, snuggled up with each other...they were inseparable.

Two years ago, Vicky was sent to the great beyond when she got oral cancer.  She was a good girl and Tigger was kind of bereft of his favorite pal. Sure, there's Tyler, but he ain't Vicky.

We've moved twice since then, and he's taken to inside living pretty well.  Over the last 4 years or so, his wanderings have become more and more limited.  He's not gone upstairs in about two years.  And over the last few months, he'd not even ventured into the bathroom.  His arthritis in his hips and legs had limited him to the living room and the front room.  He became incontinent, so we had puppy pads everywhere.  Conversations were started about when would be his last day.  What was the limit of his infirmities to the point where we put him down?

Night before last, he came out from his other favorite spot behind my recliner yowling as if he was in pain.  He stood before us and just started barfing.  From a look of his pet bed, this was not his first round today. We cleaned stuff up and I told Dave that if he did not look better by morning, that I'd make the appointment.  Morning came and every time he stood up, he'd yowl.  The pain had gotten to the point where he couldn't move.

So I had him put to sleep. RIP to my little bud, Tigger.  He's had a great run. In human lives, he was 92.  I carried him outside yesterday morning to sit on the grass and smell the smells one last time. We buried him out on the Berm near the old barn.

Saturday, February 25, 2017


I don't think I took a photo of it, because I wanted to make sure she got it before the end of semester last year, but I made a baby blanket for one of my classmates. It was made out of Red Heart bulky yarn in the colors of teal and brown.  The gender of the baby is still not completely known.  3 Skeins, knitted on size 13 needles made for a huge blankie. The good thing was that it kept me warm while I was knitting it.

OK, I found a photo of it in progress.

Lately, I've got some things on the needles, but nothing done.  This is my clinicals semester at school.  I've got one day of class, and 4 days of clinical studies.  That means each of the areas of study for the last 2 years gets an intensive focus in a work environment.  For me, it's been at school, but in another 2 weeks, I'll be starting my hematology rotation at a clinic in a nearby town.

New bosses, new people, learning the hands-on stuff to my book learning. I've heard rumors of it being brutal, another rumors of it being less than brutal and more supportive. I don't know what to expect but I guess I'll find out.

Phlebotomy is one of my most stressful classes.  Taking blood from a patient is and has given me lots of anxiety. I don't want to hurt anyone nor make them have to be re-stuck for the needed blood.

But right now, I'm in my Microbiology rotation.  Samples of blood, urine, sputum, feces...yep, feces..........all get sent to the lab to see if they indicate an infection. It would be my responsibility to run the right tests and identify what is causing the problem.

I did score an 8 ounce braid of roving from Brown Sheep. aquamarine is so pretty!
I also am checking out a yarn of the month club from Darn Good Yarn 
With all that I'm doing lately, I've got little time to feed my need to shop for yarn.  

And with my new work, my attire has devolved from 'normal' clothing to scrubs. Scrubs and only scrubs.  It took me time to find a brand that was comfortable. I finally settled for Scrub Star from Wal-Mart. Their rayon stretch brand is comfortable and when I bend over, I don't get a wedgie. I'm very thankful for that! 

Sunday, January 1, 2017

January 1, 2017

New Year, New ME!

Bwahahahahahahahahaha! Just kidding.  Same old me, same old knitting, spinning, poultry-raising me. I don't need to redefine myself every year. It's just not going to happen.
Brenda in a Lab Coat watching the Autoclave frizz her hair.

I have goals for the next year: graduate school, get a job. pay off some bills. But other than that, I'ma let it roll.

2016 was bi-polar to the extreme:
2 garden stakes and scrap yarn make a great way to block a shawl

Most of the projects knitted for charity were baby blankets this year.....only to find out that the pregnancy resource center is full-up with donations. Which is good for them, not so much for me. Oh well. I'll find homes for them.

Same with the hats.  I finally gave them to a lady who works in a middle school. Kids are always in need of hats. Hell, they'll lose about 1034 of them this week.

The shawl on the right was given to my new Daughter In Law for the amazing feat of marrying my Stepson. She's got cojones for that effort!

The Hubs is doing fine. Kid is still here, doing well. Two cats are still here, though Tigger is getting on in years. He's 18 now and probably won't make another full year with us. He's a good boy though. Dave is eyeing up a German Shepherd puppy as a new pet and a replacement companion for me, who will be working full time.
Dave, fishing down at Decatur Lake

We lost my brother to Alcoholism this year. A few friends to age. My Dad had an issue with this prostate which landed him in the hospital. A few weeks later, he got into a car wreck. Only by the grace of GOD was he not hurt more than he was. Mom celebrated her 70th birthday with a surprise party by My Sister and I.
Mom's 70th Birthday gift from my Sister, who is much craftier than I

We went to a few more birthday parties. Welcomed some new additions to the family. Hatched a few new geese, saw a few of them die, sadly.  We butchered some more. The flock needed to have a few males culled because they were getting too aggro. We mistakenly butchered one that we should've kept, I feel bad about that, but what can you do?