Bitty Kitty’s Weblog

Did not enjoy “Catcher in the Rye.”  Probably not mature enough.  Try back in a few years, Holden.  Tornado hit Hugo, MN, and as of yesterday one person was confirmed dead with 20 still missing.  Brother’s coming over for some Memorial day grilling.  I’m going to start improving my GRE vocabulary tomorrow, not today. Somebody just died at the nursing home.  Next book: “Prey” by Michael Crichton. 

Serving pancakes isn’t so bad.  My feet and legs hurt like crazy, but my body will get over it.  It’s worth it for a few bucks, but I couldn’t do this my whole life.  I don’t know how the day ladies do it.  The money is good, but you have to really bust your ass for it.  Jeeze.  Even so, I don’t feel like being responsible and squirreling my money away.  I feel like hoarding it and then doing something crazy like flying for Florida for a weekend.  I actually have no desire to ever visit Florida.  It’s an old person swamp.  I think I’m just sick of being in this house.  Everything is so cluttered and not mine.  I’d take a piece of shit apartment that was my own over this lovely house full of my mom’s shit.  

Maybe right now I’m feeling a little cranky because I’m reading “The Catcher in the Rye” and the main character is depressing as hell.  He’s worse than I am.  That’s rough.  I hope things get better for him.  Still, I just want to quit reading it.  I thought “In Cold Blood” was less depressing, and that’s about two pathetic guys who killed a whole family for 40 bucks.  Evidently “Catcher” is an important piece of literature, so I’m going to finish it.  I need to read something a little lighter after this or I’ll have to jump off a building.  I have a bunch of crap upstairs that I haven’t read yet.  I’ll find something.

The Wedding Planner is on TBS.  I can’t help it, but I love J-Lo.  She’s a horrible actress and I don’t even care.  I eat her movies up like wedding cake.  Speaking of weddings, Emma’s is coming up!  However, I RSVP’d chicken and recently have decided not to eat meat.  Maybe I’ll pack and sandwich and fill up on wedding cake.

I got a new pet.  It’s a rat.  Bef, I know you hate rodents, but he has a cage and I promise I won’t force you to pet him or hold him.  However, he is ridiculously cute and I think you might be intrigued.  His name is Wyatt.  Like Wyatt Earp.  

In other news, I start working at Perkins tonight.  Whoo hoo for income!  Maybe I’ll get a car soon.  Maybe I’ll run away and join a traveling band of street performers. 

This weekend, I’m going to look at houses with my brother (for him, not me) and strip wall paper in the kitchen.  I’m a wild child.

I don’t want to write another depressing post because I realize my blog has been a little one sided as of late, so I’ll focus on some positive things occurring.  However, I will end the blog with one disgruntled story involving two spiders and a bathtub full of lavender oil.  I’ll warn you when that story is coming so you can stop reading because most people that know me get sick of hearing about spiders.

On Sunday I went shopping with my mom and Warren, and I decided to buy myself a little treat.  I bought a mac book and a wireless printer.  Wizard.  Yes, I’ve been watching Juno.  I must say that this machine is amazing and worth every cent.  What was I thinking before with a clumsy tower?  Not to say that my old pute didn’t get me though some good times, like college, but I’m grazing in greener pastures these days.  Sure is tasty.

Today I had a nice time with my brother Steven.  I drove into work with my mom this morning and my brother picked me up around 10:30.  We chatted with my mom and her coworkers for a while (they are really nice people) then we went to lunch at the Big Bowl.  As always, Big Bowl filled my expectations and my stomach.  We brought my mom some lunch and chatted with her some more.  Then my brother and I went to the book store and I bought Skinny Bitch, a book about veganism.  Though I won’t deny that I ate spicy Szechwan beef for lunch and loved it, I’ve been seriously considering the vegetarian lifestyle.  (Though I’m not sure I could give up all meat all the time, I think I could at least be a mostatarian.)  Anyway, I’m looking into it with this book because my advisor (a woman I admire greatly) recommended it.  Moving on, my brother and I also leisurely sipped iced mochas and played a game called Fairy Tale before we went to see Iron man which was amazing.  Seriously, if you like action go see it.  Robert Downey Jr. did an amazing job.  I’m glad to see that he’s off drugs and back on to acting because he has a lot of talent.  I’ve decided that I should hang out with my brothers more because I like them.  I guess my brother Steven and I always got along, we just stopped hanging out when he moved out.  Nice day.

As an aside, my mom just asked me what I was writing and I informed her it was my blog, not the blog that she read while I was in France (because it was my travel blog) but a new one that I started after I got home.  Now she’s pouting because I won’t share it with her. I informed her that moms don’t belong on blogs, or facebook, or myspace and judging by some of the shit she forwards me e-mail either.  And, as we’ve leaned, when moms get on blogs, people die.  But enough of that.  

Life is also good because the trifecta will be reunited on Saturday!  Friends!  Okay, I’m not going to bitch about not having friends and not having a car, but I will say that I’m always excited at the prospect of somebody playing with me!  Liiiiiitle lonely and a liiiiiilte sad without the trifecta.  I think we’ll do facials and tell secrets.

I’m looking forward to the TWO weddings that I get to go to this summer, Emma and Ben’s and Tova and Jake’s.  And the State Fair is months away!  I can smell the grease.  Deep friend candy bar, you are my lobster.  

Enough of good things, on to spider story.  The evening before yesterday I was settling into bed and I noticed a spider crawling on the (very low) ceiling above my bed.  As one might expect I panicked and screamed for my mom and Warren to come kill it.  After the death of the creature, and 25 minutes of pacing, my mom talked me back into bed, trying to convince me that he had no friends though I insisted that he did.  To calm myself down I put in Juno and tried to relax so I could sleep.  Low and behold, about 30 minutes later, another spider in the exact same spot!  Conspiracy?  I think so.  Those little bastards are clever, and I don’t want to hear that they can’t plot and collaborate.  I yelled for my mommy like a 5 year-old girl, and she came and killed it, but not before I watched it take holiday on my pillow just to mock me.  For the record, that could have been my face.  Needless to say, I slept (horribly) in the guest room.  The next day (yesterday) Warren and I went to Menards and purchased out and indoor spider spray.  We also got an humming bird feeder (because evidently they eat spiders) and we took care of the situation.  I put the bird feeder by my hammock which I also hung up for the season.  Warren said that spiders hate citrus and lavender, so after the spider spray dried in my room, I sprayed my bed down with my lemon body spray.  Before bed I covered myself in lavender oil.  I smelled like a garden and it was yummy.  Thankfully, there was no incident, but there was a spider in the kitchen this evening.  I’m gearing up for spider season, but I don’t like it.  I never do.  I do, however, like humming birds.  Actually, I love them.

Goodnight. 

The day has finally arrived…and passed.  I’ve moved home and now my life is a giant pile of crap in the living room and a new person living in old surroundings.  I don’t belong here.  I belong out in the world with people and things to do.  But I know it’s temporary.  I’m working on geting a car and a part time job so I can focus on writing.  For the time being I’m feeling lonely, a little lost, and pretty sad.  I miss the trifecta and I miss having a goal and a purpose.  I must keep reminding myself that these thing will come.