seventhe: (Cats: I LIKE THEM)
So with the help of [personal profile] drakonlily and [personal profile] crankyoldman and some other friends, we have collectively rescued a mama cat and five babies from the wilds of a porch in Columbus. One of the babies was adopted out; the other 4 came to live with me until they are old enough to leave mama.

Mama is 1-2 years and incredibly smol. The 4 babies are around 3-4 weeks old. I know it's gonna go quickly, so I'm gonna keep a record here of what we do each day that's cute and noteworthy. I've been up there maybe 6-7 times today, making sure mama has enough food, making sure everyone is adjusting. Here are today's benchmarks:

- all the kids run to greet me when I come in the room, with tiny squeaks
- I had four amazed and confused kittens breathlessly watching me scoop their poops
- mama realized she could get away from the kittens by jumping on the bed; she then proceeded to take a half-hour breather-nap while I babysat
- for the first time since they've been here, mama lay down by me and let them nurse. I've never been able to actually watch a mama and litter nursing from that close and for that long before. The purring as the kittens feed reaches incredible volumes, and mom alternated between dozing and giving me this worn-upon look that's the cat equivalent of rolling eyes. I was just surprised and impressed that in the short time she's been here she came to trust me enough to feed the kids less than a foot from me. <333333


Tomorrow we start clipping kitty claws, and introduce some new toys. As for tonight, I'm curled up on the couch (where I've been sleeping bc my bed is covered in stuff, but that's another story) with my cats on and near me, and we're off to bed. They aren't mad yet, just a bit needy and kind of resigned.


Obviously pics will be coming -- it's hard to get great shots in that room, but I'll manage. :3
seventhe: (Cock: GIANT COCKFISTING)

Reasoning:

  1. I make amazing money for my age and I should take advantage of that
  2. I am in a good position: owning a house already, partnered but legally single, no dependents
  3. I need my goddamn health insurance so cannot quit
  4. I don't completely loathe what I do yet (it's more like a bipolar disorder relationship).

Plan:

  • live well but frugally for the next 15 years
  • enjoy the shit out of the next 15 years well but responsibly
  • take good care of self and health
  • pay off house
  • save well
  • retire at 50.
  • become actual hermit
  • spend rest of life writing and giving the world the middle finger
  • become millionaire
  • replace body with wheels
  • profit

15 more years at my job gives me the new plant I want - covers everything from engineering to actually flipping the switch to development projects - as well as turnover to build a dynasty (not that I am arrogant BUT I AM but really it's to protect the years invested in the place): I'd literally hit the peak of my career then leave. and, if I work it right, lots of company buffing of my 401k.

50 will be a bit old on my poor broken body, but it's still an age you can do most things: travel, hobbies, open a bar with your friends, etc

The counter-thought is "take your break now" but I'm not in any kind of position health-wise to do so: need insurance, so need (a) job; this job has good/decent insurance; not good at traveling right now; too much house debt to really call off the paychecks. Trust me, it's tempting to toss everything and run to the woods, but it isn't a good place.

But working towards something makes the working seem slightly more palatable

1^0 edit I FORGOT TO MENTION what I want to do with my millions: I want to be a patron of the arts and sciences.

One of the things that sticks out in my memory from my Germany trip - touring an old palace - it's so weird that this was significant - but I was doing the headphones tour of Queen Sophie's palace and there was so much discussion about how royalty and the well-off were patrons -- of arts, sciences, literature, voyages, anything they wanted. It is this weird mindset - and ok I know that historical context etc life was NOT A MAGICAL BETTER BACK IN THAT CENTURY - but in our evolution to what we are now we have really and truly lost that spirit? Rich people don't go and support artists they personally think are cool anymore, or host salons for neat artists to get together, or sponsor someone to write a symphony or a novel, and --- there's something about that concept that really appeals to me.

So after my job and my novels and my millions, I plan to become a patron of the arts and sciences. If you can wait 15 years, you all get first dibs.

2^0 edit im not even drunk guys, seriously

seventhe: (Rydia: power)


The good news:
We actually did fairly well for how busted up our team was going into this (we had injuries, illnesses, training mishaps (or complete lack), or, in my case, all of the above). In fact, I'm honestly pretty proud of my teammates, more so than myself -- we were thinking that 4:00 would be a good time for us this year, and hitting 4:01 with my slow ass dragging us down is pretty impressive. *single crystalline tear* Thanks for being so awesome, team.

My own performance was, well, eh. I'm okay with it. I don't want to say "I'm happy with it" because I'm not, but seeing as I ran with bronchitis AND a pinched nerve, it's more that that's the part I'm unhappy about, not my performance. I'm not angry or beating myself up over anything, because there wasn't much I could have done differently. So, not happy, not mad: I'm okay with it. 7.5 miles in ~74 minutes (by my watch - the clock time above includes Hilldo and my relay handoff). Just under 10:00/mile pace. Not the best I've ever run, but I'll take it, given the circumstances.

And we're still in the top 35% of all the teams that ran this year. Not bad at all!

Also the good news:
Somehow it seems to appear that the shock of running 7.5 horribly hard miles in the freezing cold of morning has scared the bronchitis out of my system? I'm still coughing (and coughing up miracles of nature), but it's definitely receding at this point.

The bad news:
I'm in pain, yo

I've got tendonitis so bad I can barely put weight on either foot. It's Peroneal Tendonitis, from a self-diagnosis after some research in running forums and the like last night. I'm pretty sure it's a combination of a) my already weak and wussy ankles b) absolutely no training for 10 days because bronchitis, and inconsistent training before that because pinched nerve c) surprise!!hills, both UPHILL (which I trained for a little) and DOWNHILL (which I did not and I'm pretty sure did me in).

I'm at work, hobbling around like a total idiot, looking for the secret icepack and planning to basically stay seated at my desk all day long today screw you guys. It honestly feels like someone is stabbing both of my feet. It's horrible :(

The rest of me is pretty sore - my calves are screaming (part of the peroneal tendonitis) and my quads and hammys are very upset with me - but my feet definitely win the shit prize this time around.

The best news:
Despite all the pain, I'm totally done with running for this year.

From now on out, I only have to run when I want to run. I don't have to do any long runs. I don't have to do any tempo runs. I can just run an easy 3 when I feel like it, and if I don't, I won't. Maybe I'll heal? What is this healthy thing??

In fact, today I'm going to go to the pool and do an easy workout (I think the cold water and some stretching will actually help the tendonitis) because I can.

So yeah. Good work, J-Squad. Okay work, body. And now, to hobble to the coffee.
seventhe: (Rydia: dragons)
My weekend with [livejournal.com profile] katmillia was basically awesome. We cuddled a lot, and did drunken karaoke at the Dugout, and watched the intro to Firefly (P.S. KATY WATCH THE REST BECAUSE IT IS AWESOME), and doodled a little, and had sushi with [livejournal.com profile] kenupntr. And decorated the house for the Halloween Party, and made 8 boxes worth of Jello shots.

I love my Katy like woah and I want her to come back!

The Halloween party was quite possibly the most awesome party we've ever had at Jeff's. The decorations were awesome, and the costumes were fucking excellent. All of the Jello shots were eaten and so much beer was consumed it was basically unbelievable. [livejournal.com profile] jennyclarinet was ridiculously hot in her costume. Everyone's costumes were awesome, and once things began coming out of the Extra Costume Bin, it just got crazier.

There was dancing, and more dancing, and some cuddling, and some feeding of Jello shots to random people all the time.

Jeff and I went as K-Fed and Britney Spears, which was pretty sweet. Katy went as American McGee's Alice, which no one got but me and [livejournal.com profile] hilldo and Jerry, but was pretty damn sweet.

I have pics up, although they're locked because certain people don't like having pictures out on the internet. I don't really know if anyone other than me looks at pictures but if you want to see us all, comment and I'll give you the link. THEY'RE HOT

Two major reasons to love [livejournal.com profile] hilldo:
(1) He dressed up as Dick In A Box for the party. With Blow Pops
(2) "Helping" me with NaNo by co-writing the Text Based Adventures Of Sir Hilldo And His Penis. Chapter 1 may be posted later if you guys are nice.

Anyway, now our kitchen is a huge ass mess, and we have zero groceries, and we spent yesterday lying around and watching football because we were too tired to do anything else. Tonight I've got class and ff_p but after that hopefully we can make some headway into cleaning this shit!

- - -

Random side note: [livejournal.com profile] lassarina has some particularly fun and interesting discussions going on her LJ, for fellow writers.

EDIT: I find it funny that I use the same set of tags in every entry about Katy and Rina. HMMMMMMMM

RE-EDIT: Alright, I give up. Link's in the comments.

KITTIES!!!

May. 23rd, 2007 07:46 pm
seventhe: (Cat: YOUR PORN!)
OK, so I realize that at least half of the shit I post about in this LJ has to do with cats. I am really basically OK with this.

Look what I have to share with you now:



Yeah, this is pretty much what I did on my lunch break. ^^

Kitties first out of the box! Please ignore my comments - I was half out of my mind with the cute.

The kitty is afraid of the camera!

Kitties squeak a lot, attack a box, and climb on my legs.

Kitties emerge!

If you are only going to watch one movie, make it this one. It's absolutely hilarious. I'm cracking up in the background, too.

Stuff is in here - http://seventhe.net/joncats/ - if you want to take a look. Once the movies have been generally laughed at, I will take them down and put up more pics in their place. The movies are friggin' huge.

See, [livejournal.com profile] justira? I PROMISED YOU KITTIES, AND I DELIVERED.
seventhe: (Cat: WTF R U DOIN)
I JUST GOT TO HOLD THE LITTLE BABY KITTIES



THEY ARE TWO WEEKS OLD

OMG SO SMALL I AM SERIOUSLY DEAD OF THE CUTE

EXCUSE ME WHILE I FLAIL AND SQUEE HORRENDOUSLY

(NOT JOKING I AM STILL AT WORK AND SQUEAKING LIKE A TWO YEAR OLD)
seventhe: (Anima: creepy)
Dear Columbus,

Hi! YOU ARE IN OHIO. PLEASE BUY A SNOWPLOW. When I cannot change lanes on a major highway due to the mountains of snow still on the road, and I've seen over 12 cars in ditches who did try to change lanes in the last 20 minutes, and this is not an exaggeration - something is wrong. I have never driven 40 on a highway before. Ever.

YOU FAIL AT WINTER.

No love,
Sev.

CC: Pickerington

---

Dear IT company at work,

I do not like coming in to work, finding the power supply on my computer dead, and having to call you, mainly because you are made of idiots with a topping of stupid sauce. One hour later you called me back to inform me you'd opened a "ticket". I am glad I made the executive decision to just ring up the old computer guy because he made some calls and found a spare desktop I could snag a power supply from. Four hours later you notified me that you were "assigning the ticket" to the old computer guy - who had already solved my problem. Glad we got you involved, crappy IT company!

YOU FAIL AT LIFE.

No love,
Sev

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Dear Rydia,

I am sorry I had to put you in the box this morning and take you to the scary people. I am taking your claws out because you made that hole in Mummy's couch, and I do not want you to be pointy anymore. You should not have done that. I promise I will feed you when you get home since I couldn't give you food last night. Please forgive your Mummy.

Love,
Sev

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