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Pity, party of one [Jul. 25th, 2013|11:22 am]
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[mood |sadsad]

Since this is one of the few places where not many "IRL" people know me, I feel safe putting this here.

In February my husband was diagnosed with Bipolar I (as he required hospitalization during a manic episode). While he might identify himself as bipolar, he does not believe he requires any sort of medication or therapy to deal with it. Personally, I've been going to a therapist since he was diagnosed, so I can better deal with him.

He still blames his mother (and family) for many of his problems. It was his mother's fault he ended up in the hospital. It was his father's fault for not giving him enough attention as a kid, which is why he rebelled. His (now dead) brother shunned him and caused him much heart ache. His sister left the area after HS, and abandoned him. You get the picture.

Anyway, well today is my birthday (I know, happy birthday to me) and, while I didn't expect him to remember (and he didn't), I also did not expect him to call me at work and bitch for 5 minutes about his mother / family (and repeatedly call her the C word). He called and said his mom called him (and, since she had already called me at work to wish me a happy birthday, I thought she may have reminded him). So I kinda expected him to appologize for not remembering what today was and wish me a happy day. Instead he launched into the usual tirate about his terrible family and how he would be out of here if it weren't for the dog.

That's right, he would leave me (and Ithaca) right now if it weren't for our St. Bernard. Way to make me feel special today. I know he's not right in the head, but it still hurts me when he says things like that. I try my hardest to do my best for him, but I get nothing in return. I just want to cry.
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LJ Mindmap [Jan. 30th, 2007|09:46 am]
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Accents [Nov. 2nd, 2006|03:23 pm]
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[mood |fullfull]
[music |www.wicb.org]

What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Midland

"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.

The Inland North
The West
The Northeast
Philadelphia
Boston
North Central
The South
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Which is strange, since I'm from WNY. But, as my Father used to say, "we are geographically and philosophically closer to the heart of Ohio than NY." :D
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My MindMap is here! [May. 2nd, 2006|08:38 am]
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[Current Location |Work]
[mood |chipperchipper]
[music |www.wicb.org]

Can you find yourself? ;)


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Sleeping position! [Apr. 24th, 2006|11:32 am]
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[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

I am a tetherball!
Find your own pose!

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Terrible Daughter for Easter [Apr. 13th, 2006|05:11 pm]
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[Current Location |Work]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |www.wicb.org]

So, I’m a terrible daughter (I have I said this before)? My mother, called last night (she only calls when she wants something). SO, she wanted us to come for Easter dinner. Now, we’re not religious, we’re not churchy folk nor do we pretend to be. She and her husband (my step-father) are members of a local church & do celebrate the “holiday”. I told her “NO, I don’t want to come.” She was speechless that I would refuse so quickly.

What is strange is that my girlfriend and I were talking about our mothers on Tuesday night. She’s embarrassed by hers and I’m embarrassed by mine. She lives 10 min. away and I see her maybe every other month. She’s a “crap” collector: stuffed teddy bears (she’s over 50!) - they’re spread all over her “formal” living room, tons of Christmas stuff - she wants to put an addition on her house so she has more room for her “stuff!” She’s loud when she has more than 2 glasses of wine, she is bossy and inconsiderate... I could go on, but anyway...

Background: My mother had an affair that broke up my parent’s marriage. I found out first by snooping in her desk - I knew before my father did. She ended up marrying this guy - after HE got divorced! I stayed with my dad, she moved 3 hours away and I only saw her on holidays. So, we’ve never been close. I moved in with her after college, as I didn’t have a job or anywhere else to go. I stayed with her until I found my man & then moved in with him (this was 6 years ago).

SO, I feel badly to refuse her, but I don’t WANT to go. I spend all day dealing with people and being nice, I DON’T want to do it on my weekends. Arg.
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Am I Spoilt? Stolen from Well_Versed [Apr. 10th, 2006|11:44 am]
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[Current Location |Ithaca, NY]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[music |Accoustic Cafe]

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OK... [Jan. 31st, 2006|02:26 pm]
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[mood |disappointeddisappointed]

So apparently, I thought our receptionist was peeved at our office manager (who has a sensitive nose and had complained (loudly) that the receptionist stinks today). It turns out she's peeved at ME for asking her to do something. Err, uh, that's her job. I asked her to scan in a document and proof it - she may have proofed it, but the margins are all off and it doesn't look like the document I gave her. SO, pish on her. If she can't ask questions like a normal person (is this important?, do I need to skip my lunch to finish it?), then that's her problem. I NEVER said she had to finish these things NOW, she must have misinterpreted what I did say (whatever that was). grrrr....

At least tonight should be fun - I'm taking a sushi making class! :D
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Thusday night... [Jan. 7th, 2006|06:18 pm]
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[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |Rocket Man - Tori]

I got terrible pains in my jaw again, it woke me up. I was up for 2 hours. Husband doesed me with his 101 bourbon and I finally slept, only to wake up at 6:30 am. My doctor must have returned my call after we left the house (5:45 pm) so I wasn't able to get anything if this happens again. I wonder what agrivated my jaw so much - I'm certain the fiasco at PP didn't help. (I went in for BC, but, because in the past had migraines with visual disturbances, they cannot distribute any estrogen based pills to me because, apparently, I have a higher chance of having a stroke. I only asked them to fill my prescription, they did not and charged me $40.)

Dinner with Husband and two of his old friends (and their wives) was entertaining, Lou had his voice box removed (Agent Orange victim) so he's got one of those voice-wands (like the uncle's friend on SP) and Joe is waiting to get his leg amputated (fall from scaffolding). Very lively conversation.

*edit* AND from all my wailing on Thurs. night I have two hugs pimples on my chin. AAAHHHHH@Q!!!!

Yup, life on tabacco road is grand.
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(no subject) [Dec. 8th, 2005|09:11 am]
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[mood |complacentcomplacent]

harp
You're a Harp!


What Type of Alcoholic Beverage Are You?
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