.My office room mate at work took Friday off so she could stay home and watch the wedding. I'm sure I don't have to clarify which wedding I'm talking about.
I did see all the pictures and when it was re-run later in the day I watched, as much as I watch anything with both eyes on the computer most of the time.
But it was very bittersweet for me.
In 1981 I watched Diana and Charles get married. I had just been married myself, the month before. I was an insecure girl, not as young as Diana but I related to her. She gave birth to William and I gave birth to my son. She had Harry - and I had my daughter. Diana's separation from Charles was announced at the end of 1992, my marriage fell apart early in '93. My divorce was final in 1995, hers in 1996.
When Diana died, she had finally become a confident, happy woman. For whatever reason, I was devastated when she died, I literally cried off and on for days. It was so sad and so senseless. My eyes were puffy for days - the coverage of the extent of the mourning, the flowers that went on forever .. and oh, her boys. Watching them walk behind her casket was heartbreaking.
The wedding yesterday was beautiful and a wonderful and happy occasion, it seems William and Catherine will have such a better chance at happiness than Diana ever had. And as I watched how easy they were together, how tender William was toward her and how sure he was of himself all I could think was - oh how proud Diana would have been of her son. Her Wills. * * * * *
Oh - and does she think being noticed for any reason is better than not being noticed at all??? YIKES! This made me vomit in my mouth a little. Just sayin'.
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.Actually, I think I just deactivated it. I would like to delete it but I'm not sure they let you do that. But I won't miss it. There is something about it that I have never been comfortable with. Obviously I am comfortable on the Internet, I have several blogs. But there was something about putting myself out there with my last name, my maiden name, my hometown and all that stuff - I didn't like it. Eeewww. It's probably not that unusual though if you consider the fact that I rarely answer my home phone and consider most phone calls an intrusion, hate it when people ring my doorbell unexpectedly, and rarely shop outside my home unless I have to.
Groceries, yeah.
So I deactivated my account. Goodbye Facebook. I barely knew ye.
Anybody else uncomfortable with it?.
.I wanna see what HE'S looking at!
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... but I would really like to see Abby stop being so aggressive. The first and only, time she ever went to the vet was to get spayed. Basically they had to wrap her in a towel and treat her like a feral cat because she can't be handled like any other house cat. She doesn't walk around the house and just attack people. But if she is perched somewhere and someone walks by - inside what she considers her territory or comfort zone, she swats or snaps at them. She's like a cobra, and just as fast, I swear. And she doesn't just nip to deliver a message, she bites down and I don't know how to explain it - only lets up a little to bite down harder, and she kind of grinds her teeth against bone she hits. Sort of like someone plunging a knife and twisting it to do maximum damage. 
Anyway.
Mostly we have just given Abby her space, never forced affection on her, never tried to crowd her or make her interact if she doesn't want to. But I would like her to enjoy being around people and other cats - or at least tolerate them better. I am pretty sure she would be a candidate for kitty anti-depressants, yes they do give them to animals, but I really don't want to be on the giving end of anything that goes into her mouth. Besides, thyroid meds for Riley are inexpensive. Prozac for kitties? A heck of a lot more. At least I think so.
Today I put a collar on Abby. First one she has ever worn. See that tiny bit of purple under her chin? Yeah, collar. Not sure how on earth I managed to do it without getting teeth marks in my skin - I can only guess that she simply had no idea what I was doing.
It's a pheromone collar, designed to "calm" her. They are recommended for cats with anxiety issues, separation anxiety, aggression .. AGGRESSION?? I'm IN! Although I'm not sure they are meant for cats who just have tortitude, but I think Abby's disposition is a bit more than a tortie with an attitude. From the testimonials I have read it takes at least a few days to as long as a week to see a difference and I am willing to wait. If it works I will buy one every month for the rest of her life because it will improve her life, as well as sparing me some spilled blood. Because I can't imagine she's a happy cat. And I would like her to be.
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I did see all the pictures and when it was re-run later in the day I watched, as much as I watch anything with both eyes on the computer most of the time. 
In 1981 I watched Diana and Charles get married. I had just been married myself, the month before. I was an insecure girl, not as young as Diana but I related to her. She gave birth to William and I gave birth to my son. She had Harry - and I had my daughter. Diana's separation from Charles was announced at the end of 1992, my marriage fell apart early in '93. My divorce was final in 1995, hers in 1996.
When Diana died, she had finally become a confident, happy woman. For whatever reason, I was devastated when she died, I literally cried off and on for days. It was so sad and so senseless. My eyes were puffy for days - the coverage of the extent of the mourning, the flowers that went on forever .. and oh, her boys. Watching them walk behind her casket was heartbreaking. 
