Sunday, January 15, 2006

A ray of sunshine, that's me...

My wrists hurt. My arms and elbows, too.
My hands and fingers are numb.I'm having surgery on my right hand on February 10.Who's going to do the vacuuming? Who will clean out the kitty's litterbox? Who will wash the dishes?The fact that I'm going to have to depend on my 13-year old daughter to do all this stuff is really, REALLY depressing...(sigh)You know, for being the sixteenth largest city in the US, Louisville really is like a small town...I'm listening to the afternoon anchor on the popular local news radio station this week...I happen to work with his sister. He's talking to the sports guy who comes on after him...the sports guy is married to someone I graduated from high school with. And then they start talking about the hot news item this week, who happens to be a friend of mine.Everyone in this town knows everyone else, I think...Anyway... my friend, who is also a well-known local radio guy, has been accused of faking his terminal illness, AND of mishandling funds for a charity that he set up.I am so frustrated with the media for implying this stuff...I'm even more frustrated with myself for letting a little kernel of doubt slip in to my mind at some time during the week...I must have let my guard down for a minute.Regardless, I KNOW my friend is a good person and I hate the fact that the media is making him out to be a monster. The media wasn't around for the MONTHS that he went through so many tests and doctors to find out what was wrong with him, before he was diagnosed. The media hasn't seen him have to walk with a cane...When I was laid off back in 1998, I wanted to go back to my previous employer. The only reason I have a job there today is because of my friend, who worked his second job in my company's HR department at the time and made sure that I knew about the opportunities open there, and made sure that my employer knew about my application there.I feel like kicking somebody...I really hate the media right now.(SIGH)I took the kitty to be groomed Saturday. This was the first time we've ever done that, and I'm not sure if we ever will again. We made our appointment at 11 a.m. and thought we would get to wait while they groomed her, but nooo...we had to leave her there and wait for them to call my cell phone and tell us when they were done.They didn't call us until 2:40 p.m. We walked in the door of the grooming place at 2:41 p.m.Yes, my daughter and I had been sitting in the parking lot just waiting for them to call us, for the last hour.I think we have a serious leaving-kitty-anxiety problem!


  1. ~* Michelle, sorry to hear of your hurting and coming surgery on Feb. 10th.  I'll be praying for you.  I know it's hard to lean on family, but I'm sure it will work out.
    * The media can be so obnoctous at times.  I just stinks some times.

    * I have been away from journaling for many months, and just recently started this new journal.  I haven't written in my old one for so long.  I think I will just continue with my new one.  When you have the chance, and feel up to it, come on by.  I'd love to have ya.  I share a lot of inspirational stuff and some of my poetry.  I just started writing poetry May of 2005.  Any way, I try to have fun.
    Bless you always,  ~Rhonda~

  2. Ah, I hate to hear someone you are close too get slammed by the media!! Is it Terry's sister you work with? When I first lived in Lou., my best buddy was very good friends with Ron Clay (remember him?) and so we always listened to Morning Sickness and then The Show With No Name...sigh, the good old days. I was saddened to learn that Ron died. He was so funny.....

    Sorry to hear about your surgery. I'll keep you in my prayers.