Around 1986, Mom and I inherited this beautiful kitty from my cousin. My Aunt D and Uncle B’s research led them to an Abyssinian breeder, since this variety of cat was supposedly the most like dogs you could possibly find in a cat… y’know; because most cats couldn’t give a flying fuck: Continue reading
Category Archives: Throwback Thursday
Maybe it’d be best to enliven my blog with a sweet story about my REAL, once-upon-a-time, happily-ever-after kitty – Ms. Freeta – whose hilarious antics are deserving of a blog all their own.
I used to babysit my cousin’s oldest son when she and her husband went away on their Amway-pa-looza weekends. He and my son J were just a scant year older than the photo featured in this post and since Gabe was his usual whine-noceros (as in whine + rhinoceros = HUGE FUCKING WHINER!) self it was all I could to soothe and silence his incessant sobbing-for-mommy. Continue reading
I really miss this face. How could I not? Not your average, everyday, skittish feline; she always sought out human company and was always ready for a photo-op.
Take the featured image – she insisted on joining me every morning for breakfast; not at my feet awaiting the crumbs to fall, but sitting at my side. Continue reading
And, if you happen to reside in the Southeast/Brewster/Patterson NY area, consider Dr. Allison. She was always fantastic with Freeta the “Lion-Cat” (whose picture you might still see on the front-desk bulletin board) and treats all kinds of animals & birds.
A few of you have asked for more reminiscences about Dad. I figured this would be a good time to take you wayyyyyyyy back to my high school years when my angst, impatience and general jadedness were just twinkles in my raccoon-linered eyes.
Alas, I jest. 😉
I was living with Dad and his second wife, A, at the time along with her two young daughters, S & R. Since R and I were closer in age we bunked together while the youngest of us, S, had her own room. Continue reading
So recently I’ve come to the conclusion that the brilliant novel-draft I’ve been sort of working on & saving for the past 5 years should be trashed. Continue reading
In honor of all the rain in the Northeast this week, here is a story from my days as a dispatcher at that black-car service in Brooklyn where wanna-be ghetto biatches reigned and all drinking was done ON-SHIFT while pressing the foot-pedal of our two-way radio. Continue reading
In my early days of employment at Current Job, I was taken protectively under the wing of Jar Jar Bitch. Back then, I could still look her in the eye and NOT be the least bit tempted to put her in a choke-hold. We all know by now how I was duped into falling for that “Mother Hen” bullshit and that if anyone ever repeatedly professes to be a mother-hen then they are most likely psychotic or full of shit, at the very least.
This particular year, my husband decided to go south for the Christmas holiday to be with his family. This is not something I normally enjoy so, although less than thrilled with his nonchalant decision to leave me behind, I chose to stay home with my son. Continue reading
*(photo credit: Luis Angel Vidal, my own disc camera)
For 2 or 3 summers in a row I was one lucky fly-girl. I got to spend the vacation in Puerto Rico with my grandparents. Continue reading
This is probably where my office angst took off running. Back in 1997 I was dispatching at a corporate black-car service based in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Back in those days, blogging & internet bullying were just twinkles in a Canadian programmer’s eye… Continue reading