My Cat Ate My Wisteria

Its true, my cat who seems to think I only exist to serve him, ate my baby wisteria. Oh I’ve heard it from the boys…”Oh God mom he’s going to get sick” and “Why would he eat a house plant?” Well first of all I had to explain to them that a wisteria isn’t a house plant, that its a tree. In any case, I got this baby wisteria from my mom and it came in a bag from a nursery where she goes to buy her annual plants and stuff. Then my friend Impostor #3 told me I had to plant it in a pot for it to grow enough for me to be able to plant it outside somewhere. Now both of these woman have green thumbs, something I wasn’t born with. But then again both of these women are bat-shit crazy too so it makes me wonder if there’s a connection there somehow. And that maybe the fact that I wasn’t good with plants was a good thing.

This is what it looked like before my cat ate it. Now its just a bare twig.

Anyway, I’m thinking that Charlie is getting pretty tired of me being home all the time….

*Charlie from another room* -Hooman! I need more nip for my mouse, I can’t play nip mouse hockey without nip in the mouse!!!!

As I said I think he’s beginning to think I’m here purely for his pleasure and to serve his every whim. The fact that he’s also gaining a bit of weight seems to be another indication that I may be a bit to attentive with his feeding.

This is what Charlie would look like if he was a cartoon…..and just as fat.

But the fact that I came home from being out and about last week to find my baby wisteria completely devoid of leaves lead me to believe his furry fat ass had something to do with it. Then, just as it began to grow again….BAM!! It was gone again, I mean who or what else could it be?

On The Job Hunt…..Still

I’m still job hunting and haven’t yet found anything. I haven’t had any interviews since the Excel interview question debacle, which still bothers me to be honest. But I’m still here plugging away and applying for every job that I know I’m qualified for. I’m still waiting to see if any employer is willing to take a chance on me so that they can find I’m a great employee. Ugh, I sound like a commercial….but oh well I have to sell myself or else I’ll really have to resort to selling myself (pun intended here.) I know I should be posting more often but I’m trying to find a routine that has failed to materialize since I stopped working. I find that I can’t do something and stick with it because either I lose interest or I find it mundane. I just began to start running again and doing yoga, which seems to be some sort of entertainment and interactive sport for Charlie.

It’s totally like this

Random Valentine’s Day Text

Yeah me too….

On Valentine’s Day I received a random text from all people, my ex-realtor. I was knee deep in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia when my phone went off and I got the text below. Needless to say, I didn’t respond, why you ask?

Because why would the jerk text me on all day’s, seriously I never got a Happy Thanksgiving text, or Merry Christmas text or a Happy New Year’s text. So why in the FUCK would he send me a damned text on Valentine’s Day?!?!?!?!

Okay well this was my short and maybe not so sweet post. Until next time……this is the Huntress, saying…”Don’t be a Moth Around a Dim Yellow Bulb, Be a Moth to a Flame, Make it worth the Burn!”