First, I got a new job and I can't tell you how nice it has been. My previous job had definitely run its course and it was time for me to move on. I interviewed a couple of times with the company for a couple positions and was offered the second position I interviewed for. Originally, I was underwhelmed. (Sorry, you can't be just whelmed.) There didn't seem to be enough for me to do. That isn't the case now. Now, I've got projects to work on, help to give, and experiences to have. It's great.
Oh, and there are some simple joys too. The elevator are like a miniature adventure on their own. You enter the floor you want on the key pad then get in the letter elevator it shows. (So there are no floor buttons in the elevator.) It also moves REALLY fast (45 mph). It moves fast enough that my stomach jumps every time I ride it. And the view from the building is awesome! You can see all of downtown, the Capitol, some hawks/falcons, and rainstorm IN the clouds. Seriously, so cool!
As for my crazy cat and crazy marriage, my husband loves me. (I know mushy, and you're all ahhing.) Anyhow, back to the story. Ballou (See adorable picture. He was a stray I Dr. Dolittled and brought home.)
is normally a VERY active cat. (He plays fetch like a puppy.) I started to notice he wasn't playing like he normally did. Instead he was more lethargic and 'talked' more too. I started to get worried and took him in to an emergency vet. (I could bore you with the details, but I don't know that you really care that much.) Needless to say, he was sick, but could be fixed. Downside, the price it would cost.
I love all of my cats and couldn't put him down because of the cost. Fielding, on the other hand, isn't a fan of spending a lot of money on an animal. But like I said, he loves me. He was willing to invest the money in my cat because he knew it would make me happy, and I love him more for it. Ballou came home three days later and is back to his old self.
Lastly, I'm going to rant (or put my opinion out there because I have a lot of them). Who really believes that all marriages are utter perfection and just magically float along on wishes and dandelion fluff? I'm proud to admit that marriage and relationship doesn't. Fielding and I work on our relationship all the time. We remember the other person isn't trying to be mean by what they say and don't demean each other. And the benefit, Fielding and I love spending time together. We can talk about anything, can work through anything. And so long as we are willing to do those things, we'll always a future and forever.
