Back to Basics

I was raised Christian. When I was a child my parents would church hop every few weeks. I have been to Catholic services, United services, Anglican services, you name a denomination and I’ve probably been to at least one service. We eventually settled at a Community Church which we still attend and love.

However, when I moved across the country, I had to leave my church.

I could still watch the videos of each week’s sermons, but watching online isn’t the same as being there. Which is why I kept looking for a local church.

And I finally found one! And it is so local that I can walk there in 30 minutes. It’s just on the other side of the river.

And the best part, they have just switched their theme to “You Belong Here”. Which was kind of nice to come into

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Migraines and the Inability to Block Out Light

Today I woke up with a migraine. It wasn’t the worst migraine I’ve ever had but it was a bit worse than my normal ones. The throbbing in my head was made worse by the fact that our house has blinds that do nothing to block out the light. As well, the cats decided that they needed to be very vocal today.

I was suppose to go out to brunch with Sweety, his sisters and his father but, needless to say, moving was not an option for me this morning. In fact, I don’t even feel so hot moving now and my migraine has lessened from its intensity.

I have a theory on why I had a migraine today. Part of it is due to the fact that I had a very bad “episode” last night. It was as if I couldn’t turn off my brain and all I could think about was everything that I needed to get done and how I’m doing a really bad job of taking care of Sweety.

In a way I almost feel as if I deserve my migraine. Partly because Sweety and I are just getting by and partly because there is so much more that I could be doing but I’m not.

I know that I’m doing all I can at the moment, but today is just one of those days when I can’t convince myself that that’s enough.

Folding Bags

Folding plastic bags to save space

Folding plastic bags to save space

Today my OCD was getting the best of me in a strange way. I was panicking over the state of all the plastic bags we have collected in the house. We don’t have a bag holder and Sweety was just tossing the loose bags under the sink. Not only were the bags taking up a lot of space but I couldn’t justify tossing them because we use them for garbage bags.

Then, as I was going through Pinterest, I found a link to this wonderful blog post.

I brought out all the plastic bags we have and started folding them. I wish I could say that Sweety was surprised at me doing something so strange, but he has grown use to my weird tendencies (such as having twenty plus categories in my recipe book).

I would recommend folding your plastic bags if you want to save space because it works extremely well. Folding the bags also allows you to check for holes and toss the bad bags.

Kitties!

I had been planning on getting Sweety a cat for his birthday and on Friday I went to the SPCA and Alberta Animal Services to look at cats while Sweety was getting a transfusion of red cells. Unfortunately, I cannot go to those places without wanting to bring home all of the cats.

Therefore, when I went to look at cats at AAS and I was told about a pair of senior cats that were free to a good home, I immediately called up everyone and told them we were getting cats.

For everyone who knows about adopting animals and is shaking their head at how quickly I decided, this is not my first time adopting and we did check to make sure that they would fit into our household with minimal stress to them.

When I brought Sweety to AAS to see if the cats would like us, we fell even more in love and decided that we couldn’t leave without them.

As I’ve adopted cats before, I was expecting a few “problems” while the cats get use to us and their new surroundings. Based on what we had been told, I was expecting urination problems; the cats hiding under the bed and not coming out; and other problems with the cats acting out.

I was completely wrong.

Both cats have settled in with no problems. The worst was that Zoe (who I like to call Ms Zoe because she is a prim and proper cat) had a hairball yesterday.

We took them home on Friday afternoon and by Friday evening, they had claimed their spots on the floor and their person. For those who are interested, Zade has claimed me and Ms Zoe has claimed Sweety. And by claim I mean that the cats are following us everywhere including the bathroom.

I almost feel as if Zade and Ms Zoe were always a part of our household because they are so comfortable with us. The pictures below are from when Sweety was playing with the cats and when each of them were cuddling with me in bed.

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Sweety Takes Charge

Sweety has decided that since we have come back home, he will take over the kitchen and finances. I’m thinking that he’s feeling rather useless because he can’t go back to work for another year.

He even went so far as to hide the grocery list from me the other day so that I wouldn’t make any changes to it. I was allowed to push the cart though.

I will admit that I’m rather uncomfortable with the finance thing. But that’s because I’ve been responsible for paying the bills since we’ve moved here in December. Add that to the fact that Sweety rarely has the energy to get up and down the stairs let alone run around town paying bills.

But, regardless of how uncomfortable I am with putting this in practice, I am very happy with what it means. I’m glad that Sweety is feeling better, even if his red cells haven’t bounced back yet. Hopefully him taking charge is the beginning of him getting back to normal.

Insomnia and Sleeping Pills

Over the last few days I have been trying some new sleeping pills in an attempt to overcome my insomnia. Unfortunately the pills I took yesterday didn’t help me fall asleep like they were supposed to. Instead, they helped me stay asleep.

I took the first pill at about 9:30pm and by midnight I was still awake so I took another pill thinking that I needed more in my system. After all the dosage is 1-2 pills at bedtime. But after the second pill it still took me several hours to fall asleep. I fell asleep around 3am and the pills kept me asleep until 8pm.

The only problem is that I am still feeling extremely groggy and it is not helping me with my post. In fact, it has taken me almost two hours to write this much.

I may be MIA for a few days while my sleeping pills get sorted out. Hopefully by then I will be able to get a full night’s sleep and focus on what it is I’m writing about.

I’m Not A Touchy-Feely Person

Hug

Hug (Photo credit: pamhule)

Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t like being touched by people I don’t know or trust. For me a simple handshake can set my tension level high for the rest of the day. I have even been known to have violent reactions when people get too close without warning.

And I am perfectly fine with this.

I have had people complain that I should be more open. I’ve had friends complain that they should be able to give me a simple hug when they greet me or when they leave. I’ve even had strangers tell me that I was weird because of my “no touching” rule.

All of this complaining by other people has made me self-conscious. I have wondered if it really was so weird that I wanted to keep my body for myself. Is is strange that I think hugs should be special and should represent a personal closeness with the other person? Is it weird that I don’t think other people should dictate who can touch my body?

I don’t think so.

In fact, I will even go so far to say that my hugs are extra special because I don’t give them away to just anyone. My hugs mean more because they show that I trust you. My hugs are special because they are rare. My hugs are filled with emotion because I don’t hug just anyone.

If I were to hug everyone then I would feel each hug diminishing in value. I wouldn’t be able to put as much emotion into a hug because if I did, I would soon find myself exhausted from all of the emotion I spend.

For anyone who is wondering “what the big deal is, it’s just a hug” I would like you to know that it is not “just” a hug. When you say that “it’s just a hug” you are devaluing the power of hugs. When it’s “just” a hug, it’s no longer special.

That is why I don’t like hugging people. Because when I hug someone, I want them to know that I mean it.