I think Mom is driving my cat crazy! My youngest, Phineas, can’t see, and he goes around the house crying and looking at the ceiling. He keeps trying to get as close to the ceiling as possible; climbing on the couches and chairs and pawing at the wall.
I told hubby that Mom must be calling for him and he can see her. It’s been said babies and animals can see spirits, so it makes sense. However, she needs to leave him alone because he’s driving us crazy! He “runs” on the blinds and sticks his head under my tiger wall hanging and runs on the wall and cries.
Mom was very excited about the prospect of having a kitten in the house again. Sprinkles (my dearly departed tuxedo cat) was 16 and Mom’s cat was 15, so we hadn’t had kittens for a long time. Unfortunately, Mom never came home from the hospital, and we didn’t get a kitten until a month or two after she passed.
I’m sure there’s another explanation, but I can’t think of one. When Phin’s crying and walking around, I say his name and he nearly breaks his neck following my voice and starts loving my hand and face like I’ve been gone for a week. After a few minutes, he leaves and starts running on stuff and crying again. I don’t know what he wants or needs.
At first, we thought he was lost and needed us to call for him, but if that was the case, he would be happy when he found us. The Internet has not been helpful, which is a rarity. He’s my first disabled cat, but I try to accommodate him as much as possible. If only all of them could talk!
I have been filling out applications and submitting resumes like a son of a gun and I’ve noticed something. I use Indeed, LinkedIn, and ProBlogger for job searching. Some of the available jobs allow you to apply on those sites, or you follow a link and apply from the employer’s site.
Anyway, several jobs I have applied for now include asking about disabilities. It lists several different ones, including diabetes and autism, which I found very odd. I believe it’s part of the EOE (equal opportunity employer), but I always feel… skeptical? Suspicious?… when checking the disabled box. Are they really using that to include disabled people or to weed out disabled people? I can’t say one way or another because I haven’t been approached or hired by any of them.
However, I don’t know their true intentions. I have type 1 diabetes and autism, among other things, so I do always check the disabilities box. Diabetes and autism do not affect my work performance, though. Well, if my sugar is too low, I am not in any state to work, but the employer(s) wouldn’t have any idea about that. These are all remote positions, so I wouldn’t be physically present anyway.
I don’t see autism as a disability, per se. It comes with a host of issues that are considered disabilities, especially socially, but since I work from home, the social aspect doesn’t come into play. I think differently than neurotypical people supposedly (it’s normal to me, I don’t know why it’s not normal to them), but that’s a difference, not a disability.
When speaking to “normal” people, I do get a lot of, “Well, I never thought of it like that,” or “Yeah, that’s one way to see it,” but I think that’s a good thing. I am not the only person who thinks differently, so there could be millions who see things the way I do.
Statistics dictate there’s a possibility others think like I do, so I see myself as an asset when it comes to writing for people or companies. Maybe that’s just me, though.
My mom used to crochet. My aunt was the arts and crafts gal, but Mom dabbled. Like any kid, I wanted to do what she was doing and, boy, did she try to teach me! Having a right-hander teach a left-hander (me) something isn’t the easiest!
First, she had the brilliant idea to have me watch her crochet in the mirror. That didn’t work. Then, she had me watch her crochet for a few minutes and told me to do what she did backwards. Nah, that didn’t work, either. So I said screw it and dug through her yarn books until I found a crochet book with a (very short) chapter on left-handed crocheting, with pictures!
My “project” was a pale yellow tie. It wasn’t meant to be a tie; it was supposed to be a scarf, but dropping and adding stitches is something I’m really good at without even trying. I quickly lost interest in crocheting. Knitting went the same way.
Now, in my 30s, I find crocheting to be very relaxing. I picked it up again after a Bob’s Burgers episode, along with knitting, but knitting takes too much of my focus and is aggravating for me. I had all kinds of ideas in mind for crocheting!
I was going to make hats, gloves, scarves, mittens, cardigans, animals, Baby Yoda, couches for the cats, and so much more! Then I looked up some patterns. Did you know knitters and crocheters have their own language?! It’s true, and it’s super confusing, especially for someone like me.
My dream was to make a too-big cardigan like the one Demi Moore’s character in Ghost made. It looks so comfy and warm! But that wasn’t happening since I couldn’t read and understand the patterns. Of course, something as menial as instructions and directions has never deterred me, so I came up with my own “pattern.”
My wonderful husband came home with 6 crochet hooks (I totally want these!) because he didn’t know what size I needed or wanted, and I set to work. I made the back of the cardigan, then most of the front using a slightly bigger hook, then bell sleeves with the biggest hook. My plan was to “sew” it together when I was done. Then I ran out of yarn with about three inches to go on the last front panel. It was very upsetting because my bell sleeves were awesome! *Sigh*
To make a very long story short, I have crocheted and unraveled about ten cardigans. As I said, crocheting is very relaxing for me, and I have anxiety, so I don’t mind all the undoing. I have about six balls of pink yarn of various sizes around the house, and a completed cardigan. Until I unravel it and start over again.
Maybe I’ll wait until winter comes and goes before undoing it. Maybe I’ll buy more yarn. Who knows? Amazon has great deals on their yarn (my favorite brand is Red Heart Super Saver, like this one in Cherry Red) and there are so many available colors. Hobii has some super cute yarn for cheap, too. I love the Space Walk and Outer Space yarn they have.
I ended up buying four skeins of Outer Space Hobii yarn. It’s gorgeous, but as thin as thread! I guess I need to pay more attention to weights and such. Now I’m stuck with yarn I can’t work with because it’s too thin. It’s ideal for knitting socks; however, I don’t know how to knit socks. It may come in handy someday. Hobii sent a piece of cherry candy with their order and it was SO good!
If I ever figure out the Magic Circle, I may even attempt to make a turtle someday, or a hot pad.
Do you ever not know what will soothe or calm you on any given day? After my mom died, I watched Frozen every day for months. It had no connection to Mom because it didn’t come out while she was alive, but it soothed me.
Regina Spektor has the same effect. She has two songs in Russian that calm me most. I have several song lyrics of hers written on my wall. Right now, Bob’s Burgers and Tom MacDonald are doing it for me. I’ve been through all of BB’s seasons about five times so far. Just like my food kicks (I’m still on the popcorn, unfortunately), I never know. There’s no craving or yearning; it just happens. My life is a series of “kicks.”
My husband tries to get me, but it’s hard since I don’t get myself. If I knew, I would tell him. Maybe. I loathe being asked obvious questions, so most of the time I won’t answer. Hubs is the king of obvious questions. He will walk in and see me eating a strawberry and say, “What are you doing?” or, “What are you eating?” Seriously. It’s so annoying that I will not answer him, or tell him I’m eating steak or doing the dishes; something that I’m obviously not eating or doing. I’ve told him numerous times that I hate it, but he keeps on asking.
“You’re in a cult. Call your dad.” This popular quote by Karen Kilgariff, co-creator of the My Favorite Murder (MFM) podcast, could not be more true when speaking of the hundreds of thousands of fans that make up this now-toxic culture.
Created in 2016, My Favorite Murder is a true crime/comedy podcast with Karen and Georgia Hardstark at the helm. Almost instantly, MFM was #1 on iTunes. Soon Karen and Georgia were selling merchandise, talking to fans on Instagram and in the Facebook group (the latter, they subsequently left), doing live shows, and even writing a book together, which became #1 on the New York Times Best Sellers list.
Karen’s deadpan humor and Georgia’s sweet disposition and empathy make them entertaining. I was an avid listener, despite me abhorring the F-word, which is liberally used in each episode. I forked over the $40 to join the fan cult, which netted me the above shirt and the chance to listen to the recorded live shows on the site. I was a “murderino” and even thought about getting a “Stay Sexy and Don’t Get Murdered” or SSDGM tattoo, which is very popular among fans.
The fan base just kept growing and growing. One Facebook group turned into dozens upon dozens of murderinos and -“erinos”-ending Facebook groups; Frienderinos, Etsy Murderinos, Rainbow Murderinos, Crafterinos, Burgerinos, Slitherinos, Caterinos, Dogerinos, Readerinos, ad nauseum. Then something shifted
Karen and Georgia started getting attacked for not being “woke” enough for some fans. Their merchandise was offensive, they said the wrong word (like “prostitute” instead of “sex worker”), they didn’t change their ways to satisfy and align with their fans’ ways. This led to them leaving the main Facebook group. That didn’t stop the attacks on Instagram.
When Macmillan Publishers accidentally announced the release of the Stay Sexy & Don’t Get Murdered book before Karen or Georgia did, fans ascended on Twitter in a rage and cyber-bullied the publisher to the point of Karen and Georgia begging for them to stop.
Some of the nicest, sweetest, most helpful people are murderinos, so long as you don’t disagree with them. I was a member of about a dozen murderino niche groups and actively participated in them.
This “inclusive” cult became toxic and hateful over time. It’s an unspoken rule that you must be far left politically or you’re detested on principle and often kicked out of the FB groups. But they accept everyone, of course, because they are very inclusive (we really need a sarcasm font). If more than one group is moderated by the same person, you’ll be kicked out of other groups for your “unsavory” opinions you expressed in one.
I have seen many dumpster fires and deletion or archiving of groups. I have seen FB group members cyber-attacked and/or kicked out for:
Someone announcing her pregnancy because she didn’t include a trigger warning.
Someone asking for prayers after her child committed suicide. She was a Christian.
Someone stating she would pray for another person. Another Christian.
Someone not having a problem with the MFM camp shirts that featured a teepee. She was Native American.
A Trump supporter who joined the My Favorite Burgerinos (Bob’s Burgers fans) FB group. This person did not utter a word about politics; merely had a “Trump 2020” profile picture. One member stated that person “didn’t belong here.”
Someone used the term “committed suicide” instead of “completed suicide.”
Someone stating they do not support Luciferianism or Satanism.
The above is what I’ve seen for myself. The cult has no issue attacking Karen and Georgia and not letting up until their demands are met. Their “We made you, we can break you” mentality and ignorance of the definition of inclusion is more toxic than any straight white male they may deride or “unwoke” business they boycott en masse.
Well, still eating popcorn! Hubs is all, “I’m worried about you; you’ve had four bags of popcorn in a week and nothing else.” We’ve been together for nearly 11 years; I don’t know why he’s so shocked. Come to think of it, he didn’t/doesn’t see a lot of stuff because I was the most myself with Mom. He’s never seen me dance in the kitchen, either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t do it!
I was draining pasta in the sink one day toward myself and I kept misjudging and pouring the boiling water on the sink counter and floor. I tried 3 different times, adjusting my aim a little each time, and I kept getting water on the counter. Hubs was standing by me and said, “Babe!,” and took the pot from me. I’ve never felt more stupid in my life. I will get it eventually and I keep trying until I do (unless I get mad), but he had never witnessed me doing that. There are still things he doesn’t know about, even though we’ve been together so long.
The whole writing thing is sucking big time, and I’m trying so hard. I am on Medium now and was invited to write for a developer area, but no one wants to read what I have to say. The stats show about 33% of my articles are read all the way through. I’ve written about text expanders and grammar checkers. I use both of those products and they interest me, but not anyone else, I guess. I don’t like the stats. I will probably not look at them any more.
Geez, Louise! I just finished watching Riverdale’s season 4 premiere, and I was not ready for that!
Season 4, episode 1 addresses the untimely death of actor Luke Perry, Beverly Hills 90210 alum/heartthrob, who played Archie’s father, Fred Andrews, on Riverdale. I avoided watching it (and anything else that is not horror-related) because I’ve become super emotional since losing my mom and big brother, but I thought enough time had passed that I could watch it without crying. I was wrong. It made me think about my mom, which made me think about my brother. It wasn’t pretty.
I lived with my mom my whole life. She was my constant. I can’t drive, so she took me everywhere and was always with me. My now-husband moved in with us, and when her cancer came back, he’s the one who cooked for her and took her to appointments and stayed with her in the hospital.
I thought staying home while she was in the hospital would make things easier when she was gone. (FYI, that doesn’t work; don’t try it.) I regret that every day. I should have laid down with her all the times she wanted me to or just sat with her instead of staying in my room and working or reading. If I didn’t pay attention to it, it wasn’t real, right?
This is getting too heavy and making me really sad. I wanted to share a song that I love. Mom died before I got married, and I played this song for the bride-mother of the bride dance at the reception. I tried dancing to it with Mom’s sister, but I broke down and couldn’t do it.
I love Bob’s Burgers 😊. Facebook posts labeled “How Picky Are You?” interest me and I always fill them out. My current “foods I won’t eat” were 25 out of the given 26, I believe. I’m not picky, per se; it’s more about not being able to eat smushy or squishy food and food with certain textures. I cannot stomach pulled pork or pulled chicken (is that a thing?) even though meat turns into that when you chew it, anyway. I have tried more than once. I don’t like al dente pasta, BUT it can’t be over-cooked, either.
Hubby knows my reaction faces, so he’s always on hand with a napkin if I need to spit something out. At Outback Steakhouse, a restaurant that has only cloth napkins, he handed me the little butter bowl 😂. I covered it up, but I felt bad.
Oddly enough, I don’t like crunchy cereal. I let it sit in milk to soften it (but not soggy!) before eating it. Cap ‘N Crunch is my nemesis because his cereal refuses to get soft for what seems like an eternity. I also hate milk, so I eat my cereal with a slotted spoon.
I have what I call “food kicks,” which is where I eat one certain thing for however long the kick lasts. I ate chicken-flavored Cup O’ Noodles with cayenne pepper and butter for around six months before, and now the sight of them makes me queasy. Then there were modified Reubens; dried beef, mozzarella, sauerkraut, Thousand Island dressing, on light seedless rye I ate for a few months. Beef jerky at one point (very expensive kick). Mushrooms (I was a fungi to be around, or would that be fungal?). And so it goes.
Currently, I’m on a popcorn kick and it’s rather distressing because it’s giving me tummy aches. I don’t choose to have these kicks, and I have no idea what brings them on. Sometimes they last a few days, sometimes months, and I won’t eat if that food isn’t available. We ran out of the popcorn last week and I didn’t eat for a week. When I had mushrooms for an extended period, I didn’t eat them for over a year after that. I hope the popcorn kick is over quickly.
Hi! My name is Amanda, and I’d like to welcome you to my blog.
I have no idea what I’m doing, so bear with me. I am new to WordPress and the whole freelance writer thing, but I’ve been a transcriptionist since 2006, so I know a thing or two about a thing or two :-). I honestly don’t know where this will show up after I click on “Update.” There’s nothing like adventure! I love to read and write and am following my dream of becoming a freelance writer so I can do what I love.
To answer the WordPress questions, I’ve never been good at keeping journals. I’ve always wanted to, and I get inspired every time I see really cool ones (like Sebastian’s journal in Cruel Intentions), but I don’t have the attention span for it. I have a few notebooks with entries somewhere and I’m sure none of them makes sense, but I digress. My main reason is because I’m trying to break into freelance writing and it was suggested that I have a WordPress page, so here we are. Well, here I am.
I love animals and reading and writing and typing. Those might be things I talk about. I have four cats (kiddies) and a husband. My youngest cat is blind, and he’s the baby and is spoiled. I have a tuxedo girl who looks like a linebacker and doesn’t get along with the three boys she lives with. I don’t blame her.
Everyone is welcome to my blog, so that’s who I would like to connect with! I’m an autistic recluse and communication is pretty difficult for me, but I do all right online. I love talking to people online and posting my thoughts and questions and goings on.