Saturday, December 14, 2013
After two months I'm still cleaning up after the passing of my father. Even more so than I'd thought, he was a sad soul. Drawers, closets, boxes are all over their apartment, filled with tons of crap and a shocking amount of unopened mail from as far back as the early 2000s. He really made a shambles of their lives, financially and otherwise.
Though I was estranged from them for 8 years, I've taken it upon myself to put things right for my mother. It's all part of our dysfunction. I'm spending days at a time sorting though and trying to organize a life of crap and returning his dumpster "finds" to where they belong. I feel stronger as I'm doing all this but still the scale isn't moving. That's my fault. There was a whole cabinet full of tastycakes, thanks to dad's sweet tooth. Now they're mostly gone, thanks to my own.
I'm happy to have a relationship with my mom again but I've put most of my life on hold to help her. All the additional funds I was hoping for after paying off my car are now going to help my mom. Plus, I need to do 10 years of tax returns for them to help get money back in my mom's hands.
In the mean time, I still can't find full time work, know my unemployment will run out soon, and have once again abandoned my thesis. My life is on hold to repair hers and the stress of it all is making me quite sad. If I'm lucky this is a temporary state, aided by the crappy winter weather. If I'm not lucky, I don't even want to think about it.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
The last couple of days have been a realization. Though my ass has been sore since I started walking my girls, and that eased up a bit the last week or so, I've had a severe pain in my ass for about four days. Seems I have a case of sciatica, which WebMD says is a symptom of a disk issue in my back. (Yeah!) 20 odd years of morbid obesity shouldn't make a disk issue a surprise, but it worries me more than other health issues I face. It worries me more than the possibility of diabetes or high blood pressure. A little advil today and the pain is better. (why I waited three days to take simple advil is a mystery to me but...) It's only my third occurrence of this condition in a decade but still it's disconcerting. (please don't urge me to go to a doctor. until obamacare kicks off I'm on my own.)
My second pain in the ass will hopefully be resolved tomorrow.
I've been a friend's bookkeeper for about 15 years and tomorrow is our second IRS audit. I've gone through plenty of them in the past but last time cost my friend to pay tax on $20,000 of additional income. His only reaction was "we're all human" and he's never mentioned it since. (He's a saint.) The year being audited tomorrow was a big year for us and so our books were casually audited by a CPA friend of mine prior to filing our return. This obviously provides a lot of confidence but IRS audits still suck. The irony of an audit coinciding with a case of sciatica though is simply too funny.
Otherwise, life is moving forward and my adapting mind is coming along nicely. I have been rather naughty with taking my meds lately. Somehow it's easier to keep on track with them the busier I am. My only measure for missing my meds is my level of road rage, and today it was up there. What could cause a three lane highway to be bumper to bumper midday on a sunday? well, I can only hope anyone in an accident further up the road, causing the traffic jam, was ok.
Time for more advil...
Monday, September 02, 2013
But, for some reason, sometimes things work out well when I throw things together.
It's the beginning of the month and my next day of work isn't for another week. My kitchen in near empty, which should be good for my diet, so I need to be creative with my meals. That's not easy as my title says...
But, I have some leftover chicken tenders that had to be used. I fear throwing out food and seeing dollar signs fill up my trash can. I wanted to recreate the chicken wrap from my favorite Alumni Grill but I have no mushrooms, spinach, pepper, or wraps. Instead I decided to make a simple chicken salad.
with a couple chicken tenders, some crumbled goat cheese, a teaspoon of mustard and a pinch of celery seed, a tasty chicken salad came together pretty quickly. I put it on some whole wheat toast, smeared with mustard, and finished it off with some basil leaves, instead of lettuce.
Obviously, I was surprised by how much I liked it. Just goes to prove, you never know until you try.
Friday, August 23, 2013
We all know things don't always work out as we plan. Seems that it applies to rescuing a dog as well.
As I'd planned on Monday, I went to the shelter. It had a shockingly small number of dogs, yet alone small dogs. I met three little ones and settled on a little min pin (miniature pincher). It was never a dog breed I'd thought of having but she won me over. She needed to get snipped before going home with me, so I had to go back on Tuesday to pick her up. Lucky me, they found out she has a heart murmur, a severe one, when they put her under for surgery. Needless to say, I couldn't financially give her that kind of care so I couldn't adopt her. Sadly this is the second dog I've wanted to adopt from this shelter that had severe health issues.
Though the adoption coordinator complimented me on being honest and patient with the process, by the time I got home I was on Petfinder searching for little ones. I found two at another shelter that I couldn't decide between online and went to see them. By 7pm, I adopted them both. They were a "bonded pair"; a mother and daughter Pomeranians that had been together for 7 years. Today is our third full day together and I'm so thrilled to have these wonderful dogs.
It often happens this way for me. My impulses are clear and true, and thinking it through and planning trip me up every time. I was ready to compromise to get a younger dog that ended up not being healthy but have lucked out completely with two older dogs. Something may be lurking inside them, which I'll find out when I get them to the vet.
As it stands now, they are obedient, playful cuddlers that have me thrilled to wake up before down to walk them. (That will surely change with the first snow of winter.)
I'm glad that I've waited to adopt them, though I've wanted to for a number of years. My weight is still revolving around the 300lb door, but walking my girls two to four times a day will certainly help my fitness, especially as we keep things going. Even my planning by searching SPCA, local rescues and petfinder paid off in helping me avoid rewarding puppy mills on Criagslist. Even the two failed adoptions made sure I'm able to keep my wits about me financially, instead of being over powered by my impulsive lonely heart.
I'm off to play with my two lovely ladies...
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