Here's to you, Lucky

A year ago today, I lost my childhood bff, Lucky. Aka Lucky boy, kitty boy, tuxedo boy, lucky kitty, noisy, and loud. I miss him and his silly kitty personality and all the funny things he did. This past year has been full of "remember that time Lucky ______________".

One time, he left a baby bunny loose in the house, and as we were frantically chasing it around trying to get it, I put him in my room and shut the door to get him out of the way. Somehow, 30 seconds later, (I will never ever begin to figure out how he did) he had opened my bedroom door and came bounding down the hallway to help us out haha. He thought it was great fun, all of us hunting in the house together at 11:30 PM.

His routine each morning was to jump on my bed, purring louder than an engine revving, walk up and peek over the covers to make sure it was me, and then curl up next to me and get some sleep. Then he would end up hogging the entire bed until I had about 6 inches of space left and was forced off. He didn't care...to a cat, where ever they choose to sleep is their space, not yours.




To most people in the music world, I was a really good flute player. Not to Lucky. To Lucky, it was the most ear-splitting, awful noise on the entire earth, and he would pull out all the stops to prevent me from playing that thing. It took my attention away from him too, heaven forbid. He would sit on me, sit on my music, climb all over me, paw at my face, paw at the flute, meow obnoxiously over top the sound...you name it. My flute was the devil to him haha. Here's a picture of him sitting on my music.





But he was a sweetheart. Because best of all, he's the only male creature in my life that upon that fateful summer day when we met in my backyard, recognized the good thing he'd found and never left my side his whole life.



And I'll never forget him. =)

The real world is poop.

I've noticed I express myself better when I'm feeling down. When I'm not, all I can say is "yayyyyyy I'm happyyyyy". Which is annoying. So when I don't have anything to complain about, I stop updating haha. I really should update with happy thoughts too, because it'll be fun to remember both.

Lately life has been a little weird because to be honest things aren't going that incredibly great, but my happiness level is as high as ever. Sometimes, I wonder about it, but my opinion lately has become "I have so much, and I have no good reason to be unhappy". I have high expectations for the future, too.

I'm not an optimist. Well, I wasn't.

Two Thursdays ago I had an interview at Adams-Hanover Counseling Services, and I was ecstatic about it. It's like the fifth place I've applied to, and the only one that even responded. The interview went very well, the woman that did the interview was super-nice (I told people she reminded me of the really happy nun in Sister Act), and she told me that I should just give her 2 weeks to contact my references and I was good to go. So after a week, I emailed her to ask how it was going contacting my references, and yesterday she responded in a very cold and unlikely manner "good afternoon, all our positions have been filled, good luck in the future". Umm, WHAT? Excuse me? That is such poop, those positions are always open, and in my case, that answer didn't even make sense. Half of me wants to forget all laws of proper job etiquette and email her back something like "thank you for that cold and completely worthless response, could you tell me what's really going on now?"

She sent that message around 1ish yesterday, but I actually didn't see her response until late last nite. Oddly enough, earlier yesterday afternoon (and only about an hour after this awful email had been sent) I got a call from Philhaven asking if I was interested in interviewing for a position in a child/adolescent day hospital. At the time, I thought to myself, "umm, no thank you, I already have a job lined up". HA. So this morning I call Philhaven back, and the position they're offering is hardcore. Like a lot more than I expected. It's a manager/supervisor position at this hospital...coming up with case plans and facilitating activities with the kiddos, you name it. The pay is poop, and I'll have to drive to Lancaster at the buttcrack of dawn every Monday thru Friday, but it's full time with all the benefits right off the bat. I'm certainly not passing it up. I need to start somewhere. And I'm praying my heart out that I get this job.

When one door closes, another opens.

Let me tell you, there's nothing like the real world and the job market to make you realize how worthless you are. To the world, anyway. The big ego I had when I graduated of being someone employers would kill to have is loooooong gone haha. For awhile I had wanted to get my master's degree right away for fear that I'd be too lazy to go back to school later in life. But because jobs in my field are sooooo bleak without one, I'm already tired of it and ready to go back to school.


In other news, last Friday/Saturday we got 18 inches of snow at my house and now they're calling for another 12ish tonite/tomorrow. Holy snow! I'm ready for summer and more sunshine, but I'm always ok with winter when there's snow and I have nowhere pressing to be. I wanna go sledding. =)

P.S. Have you ever seen or heard something, and it reminds you so much of someone, or what you heard was funny and there's only one other person in the world that would get the joke and find it funny too, so before you can even think, you have your phone out to text/call and tell them about it. And then you finally stop and think, and remember that that person's not a part of your life anymore and they don't wanna hear from you. Ever happen to you? I HATE that. Why can't we all just forgive and apologize and not viciously hurt the ones we love in the first place? Growing up sucks. Little kids get what life is about so much better than adults do. We just make a mess of it all.

Beautiful snow falling right now. =)

It's almost 12:30 and I hear people snowmobiling in the neighborhood, and a crazy part of me wants to run outside, find them, and ask if I can ride along. But I'm all curled up in bed...maybe tomorrow haha.


I have so much to say right now but it's late and I'm having trouble being able to focus and get the words out. So...how am I doing right now? SO good. How's my life? Meh, it's ok. If my life's just meh, why am I feeling great? Because I know how good it's gonna get.

And that's what matters.