I haven't blogged in awhile... nearly two months. Not that an explanation is ever necessary, because those who matter to me already know why I wasn't blogging, but this is for those who find following my every move online is an "amusing sport." That my life, as I live it, is too "unreal to be true, therefore, I MUST BE lying". And that "Melinda harassment is constitutionally protected free speech" (that coming from one studying to be a lawyer, which scares the crap out of me). I have been afraid to blog, not knowing what or who might be lurking around the corner. Because of people I do not know, have never met, and hopefully will never meet, and what they do, I can't live my life as I choose. It sucks. I'm not doing anything in violation of the law, I'm not doing anything to "bother" any of them (aside from belonging to the same forum, and I've kept my membership open there for a reason). Yet they follow me around the Internet, they post personal identifying information about me ON their site (which is in violation of their own clauses), and that's okay in their minds. They don't see what they're doing as wrong, but they see me being alarmed by it as abnormal. What's worse is that one of them on the site initially "invited" me to there... just so they could continue the snarking.
UPDATE: Petrie is a FALLOW cockatiel, not a cinnamon. Possibly also a pied. See below pic.
ANYWHO: My grandfather died late in the evening on September 11th. It wasn't unexpected, as he was 98 years old and had been in declining health due to a series of strokes for awhile (since November of 2012). The POS caregiver(s) he had at the end certainly didn't contribute to his staying with us for longer, but on my previous visit when I saw the diagnosis of "vascular dementia, as a result of cerebrovascular accident" on his hospital discharge papers from July, I thought it would be a minor miracle if he made it to his birthday.
His 98th birthday was September 6th. He left this Earth to his eternal heavenly home five days later. I didn't find out about his death until late September 13th when I got home from working at the LA County Fair, in the same way my sister Melissa did: a posting on our Mom's Facebook page. YES, she neglected to call BOTH of us. And NO, neither of us will let her forget that for awhile, LOL. We missed the burial, since it was a "natural burial" shortly following his passing, on the Monday following his death. The memorial service was scheduled for October 6th, and I flew up to PDX on September 30th.
While I had my laptop with me, I didn't have Internet access except on my phone. Needless to say, blogging on a phone-- even an iPhone 6 (which is pretty freaking sweet, by the way)-- is next to impossible. Because my husband and I aren't at our house full-time yet, getting Internet access (likely with Verizon FiOS, which we have now) is unnecessary. Ordinarily, there's a signal strong enough to "leech" off of, but there wasn't in my neighborhood, though my laptop did detect multiple "unprotected" networks... and attempted to connect to them.
I stayed up in Washington for several more weeks-- a month and four days, to be exact-- following the service.
My husband and I are now "pet parents" to two bound-to-be incredibly spoiled male kittens-- Tigger (an orange tabby) and Eeyore (very fluffy gray and white with impressive "ear furnishings"-- he no doubt has some Maine Coon in him somewhere)(see below pics), in addition to our cinnamon pied (possibly split to lutino), possibly pearl cockatiel Petrie. Once we're in Washington, our extremely spoiled cockatiel Petrie won't be able to free fly anymore... so she may need a bigger cage. Husbandito has said he wants to get a dog, "something big", but I'm not really much of a dog person... especially big dogs. After what my parents' neighbor's dog did to two of their cats, I think anyone would hate big dogs. Maybe someday we'll get an Alaskan Klee Kai, which looks like a Husky, but is only about a third of the size of "regular" husky dogs.
But until then, we have Tigger and Eeyore. And they're precious...
Note the "red" iris. That's a FALLOW characteristic in response to a camera flash (this being from my iPhone 5S, has been replicated with other iPhone models as well as a Samsung Galaxy S5).
UPDATE: Petrie is a FALLOW cockatiel, not a cinnamon. Possibly also a pied. See below pic.
These memes are for them:
ANYWHO: My grandfather died late in the evening on September 11th. It wasn't unexpected, as he was 98 years old and had been in declining health due to a series of strokes for awhile (since November of 2012). The POS caregiver(s) he had at the end certainly didn't contribute to his staying with us for longer, but on my previous visit when I saw the diagnosis of "vascular dementia, as a result of cerebrovascular accident" on his hospital discharge papers from July, I thought it would be a minor miracle if he made it to his birthday.
His 98th birthday was September 6th. He left this Earth to his eternal heavenly home five days later. I didn't find out about his death until late September 13th when I got home from working at the LA County Fair, in the same way my sister Melissa did: a posting on our Mom's Facebook page. YES, she neglected to call BOTH of us. And NO, neither of us will let her forget that for awhile, LOL. We missed the burial, since it was a "natural burial" shortly following his passing, on the Monday following his death. The memorial service was scheduled for October 6th, and I flew up to PDX on September 30th.
While I had my laptop with me, I didn't have Internet access except on my phone. Needless to say, blogging on a phone-- even an iPhone 6 (which is pretty freaking sweet, by the way)-- is next to impossible. Because my husband and I aren't at our house full-time yet, getting Internet access (likely with Verizon FiOS, which we have now) is unnecessary. Ordinarily, there's a signal strong enough to "leech" off of, but there wasn't in my neighborhood, though my laptop did detect multiple "unprotected" networks... and attempted to connect to them.
I stayed up in Washington for several more weeks-- a month and four days, to be exact-- following the service.
My husband and I are now "pet parents" to two bound-to-be incredibly spoiled male kittens-- Tigger (an orange tabby) and Eeyore (very fluffy gray and white with impressive "ear furnishings"-- he no doubt has some Maine Coon in him somewhere)(see below pics), in addition to our cinnamon pied (possibly split to lutino), possibly pearl cockatiel Petrie. Once we're in Washington, our extremely spoiled cockatiel Petrie won't be able to free fly anymore... so she may need a bigger cage. Husbandito has said he wants to get a dog, "something big", but I'm not really much of a dog person... especially big dogs. After what my parents' neighbor's dog did to two of their cats, I think anyone would hate big dogs. Maybe someday we'll get an Alaskan Klee Kai, which looks like a Husky, but is only about a third of the size of "regular" husky dogs.
But until then, we have Tigger and Eeyore. And they're precious...
And no, I didn't pose Tigger like this-- he and Eeyore often lay close to each other and often put a paw around the other. They groom each other, play together, and genuinely seem to like one another. They're brothers of different mothers.
Just waking up from a nap...
Eeyore was trying to nap, and when my Mom came in the door, he woke up. Which, obviously, he resented.
Apparently my shoulder is a comfy sleeping place!
My photos are my own. As the owner of these pictures, I am allowed to post them wherever I desire, and others are not allowed to leech them, link to them, etc. I am publishing them here, but that does not mean I'm giving permission for them to be posted anywhere else, unless of course I choose to post them elsewhere. I REPEAT-- I DO NOT grant permission for these images to be published anywhere else. If in fact, these images DO turn up elsewhere, and it was not myself who posted them, I will take it as a violation of CPC 422, 653.2 (what has been done to me and any theft of images is most closely within these parameters), and 653m and take appropriate measures. The same applies to any "abnormal" web traffic from certain sites or sources; that too is a violation of those legal provisions, most specifically, again, 653.2. It isn't "rubbernecking" or being a "rubbernecker", it's being creepy and alarming. Get a new hobby; I could suggest a few. But since certain people cannot seem to do this, that's why I have to post a warning here. And as a fellow Californian, I would think a certain "blog owner" would WANT to be with her newborn during certain critical months. Remember: I have evidence dating back four fucking years. Enough already.
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