What I’m not writing about Penn State, Herman Cain, and Thanksgiving. But I included picture of cats

You would think, with all this free time I have, you know, not working, I’d have more blog posts up.

You would think a lot of things about me that probably aren’t true.

The thing is, I just don’t know what to say.

About a whole lot of things.

Like, the Penn State Nightmare.  It’s like that whole town, not just the college, and certainly not just the football program, the whole damn town has fallen down Alice’s Rabbit Hole.  And just when you think it’s gotten as bad as it’s gonna get, something new breaks, and so does your heart for all the kids, their parents, the students, the town.

But not a tear shall be shed for those who did this, covered it up, kept quiet, and wished it all away.

Then there is the Republican Nomination race, which is turning more and more into a three ring circus every single day. I heard a Hermain Cain ad on the radio today for his website www.999.c0m.  And when he was giving the web address I swear he said ‘Go to dubya, dubya, dubya, dot Nine, nine, nine dot cum’ and now there’s soda all over my steering wheel and the inside of my windshield.

I could write about how I got yet another rejection letter from yet another job I applied for and interviewed for.  This time, while my knowledge, skills, and experience were quite impressive, they have decided to go with someone who speaks Spanish.   Funny, when I applied for the job, that was not listed as a requirement, and it was brought up almost as an afterthought in the interview.  But apparently it was a deal breaker.  Spanish.  In my own damn country.  In Missouri. Back to the drawing board.

And just because I swore I wouldn’t write about it or talk about it, because according to some people if you’re still talking about it, you still care about it, the damned holidays are coming up.  Next week.  Thanksgiving.  And yes, this has to do with Brian.  In the 5 years since I met him, several things have been true.  No matter what has happened between us at any given point in time, we have always managed to be together for A) my birthday, B) Thanksgiving, and C) Christmas.  This year is going to be different.  We weren’t together for my birthday, and I was ok with that.  I was fine actually.  After all it’s just a birthday. And I was mad at him, and he was too busy blowing shit up to spend a minute thinking about me, and really, I’m rambling here about something I claim to not give a shit about.  But Thanksgiving, that’s a little different.   I’ve tried to convince myself, and those around me that I’m going to be ok not being there this year.    (And elmo help me I am sitting in the library once again, writing a blog post that is making me cry and if this continues they are going to ban me from using their internet and then what the hell am I going to do?)  But you know, when you spend every Thanksgiving with someone, when you spend so much time and so much of your life with them, that first big holiday without them? Is a real fucking bitch.

Damn, apparently there is nothing happy down this road I chose to blog about today.  I’ll leave you with a cute pictures of Kittens, you know because kittens are always awesome.  I’m going to go buy a bottle of wine.

This is "Good" or "Baby"

This is "Evil" or Princess

The girls have named them Baby and Princess.  They call them Yours and Mine.  I call them Good and Evil.  Also? I call them pains in the ass.  And yes, Good sleeps all stretched out and twisted around like that.  I think they’re inbred.