Week Six, Day Three. This week has got to straighten out.

To give you an idea of how my day is going...it's 12:17am and I'm just starting my blog...and I have to be at work early tomorrow morning.

I'm kind of upset about how this week is going.  I have yet to work out today or yesterday.  I meant to get up and run in the morning (that's my favorite time!) yesterday and today, but both times, I stayed up too late (like I am doing now...UGH!

However, blogging keeps me on track, so I figure...I've got to deal with what life hands me in the best possible way.  Processing the issues I've had in the past couple of days will only help.

So, I'm a little aggravated that I didn't get to my 5th meal for possibly the past...I can't even remember the last time I ate one now.  Gah. 

Really, I'm just frustrated with this day.  I want to process it and be done.  I got up later than I wanted to because I went to bed later than I wanted to...but I had my first three meals in good succession, last one finished at 3ish.  At 5:30pm, I went to this work-related social function (which happened to be at a restaurant), expecting to be there for a half hour.  I had a great time, don't get me wrong, and met some important people and did my job, but I didn't leave until 8:30pm, even though I started to leave at 8pm.  You know how that goes.  I also had to go to Wegman's to pick up a few things...so I went there directly after the social function.

UGH.  By the time I was done shopping, it was 9:15pm, and I thought, "If I don't eat something RIGHT NOW, I'm not going to be able to eat anything at all!"  So I wisely chose a can of tuna fish and ate it in my car.  NOT.

No.  What I did was go to the take-out section of Wegman's and look for some quinoa because I wanted something carbohydrate-y.  Of course I did.  At 9:15pm.

It's like I shut off my brain.  I scooped two spoonfuls of the quinoa, cranberry, raisin, honey, pumpkin seed mixture into a container and took off.  Of course, I totally inconvenienced the guy who was trying to break down the station.  I felt so bad about that.  How totally self-centered of me.  Not to mention, if I had seen that he had to go back to get me a spoon to get the quinoa, I would have walked out of the store without it.

Alas, that is NOT what happened.  I walked out of the store, put my stuff in the car and housed the quinoa mixture.  It actually upset my stomach a little bit.  Oh, it also had some kind of vinegar in it, now that I think of it.  Anyway, then I finally went home.

I arrived home at 9:40pm, carting all of my groceries, which for the record, irritates me to no end.  I hate having hands that aren't free and bags hitting doors, etc.  It makes me crazy.  So, I open my door and find this note attached to it from my landlord:
"Betsy,
The cat is still here.  This is your last and final warning.  Daily inspections will start tomorrow.  Next procedure is eviction.  Questions?  Let us know." *and then she left a sassy little signature*

Totally what I wanted to see after working a 12-hour day. 

Let me clarify.  I know I'm at fault here.  I'm not allowed to have cats.  When I rescued this cat (my landlord's cat, result of them not spaying and neutering), I knew I was not allowed to have cats.  I knew they would not appreciate me breaking the rules.  I knew that being farmers, they would have absolutely no sympathy for the rescued kitty (or me! she makes me so happy!).  I know that I pushed it by keeping the cat here.

However.

I told them about the cat (because I wanted to be up-front about it and not be sneaky) on my birthday, which was a week and one day ago.  They probably would not have been wise to the idea if I hadn't.  I am starting to wish I hadn't. No warning happened at that time.  In fact, from the conversation I had, it was not totally clear that I couldn't keep the cat here while I found new housing. 

Bottom line, her irritation is a little hard to take.  I feel like there should be a law:  If you contribute to the massive overpopulation of cats and dogs, then you have to deal with the consequences.  Like tenants who rescue your kittens.

Ah, but all of that is making a victim out of myself, isn't it?

And, see I'm learning with this whole new way of feeding my body (but also feeding myself emotionally) that if you take the position of victim, you make your life miserable.

Here's what I did:  Since daily invasions of my privacy will commence tomorrow, I asked my wonderful friend if she would truly be able to babysit the kitty until I could find a new place to live.  She said yes.  She has three wonderful children who would love to play with the kitty, so that was terrific.  It's not like I'm homeless.  I have great friends who will bail me out in a pinch.  I still get to keep the kitty, and I may have found a place that I could move into pretty soon, and I'll be able to have all the comforts I don't have here:  cable, heat, air conditioning, internet (I'm getting spotty reception from a public system).

So, I refuse to feel like a victim about this.  Does it suck that they don't spay and neuter?  Absolutely.  Is it their fault I didn't just walk away from this kitten?  No.  That's all mine.  And it's not their fault that I didn't give little Maybelle away.  All my business.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I may mail this to them:

Or, since they invited me to ask questions if I had any, I might ask, "Why don't you spay and neuter your cats?"  And subscribe them to a mailing list of shelters that are killing 50 cats/day.  But that's still me trying to blame them for the predicament that I chose to be in.

So...I broke the rules, I'm suffering the consequences.  That doesn't mean it didn't cross my mind to kidnap her dog and send him to the pound.  Oh...I was MAD when I got that note.  I would also like to snatch up all the cats on their farm and have them secretly spayed/neutered.  These are both plans that I have serious doubts I could ever carry out.  1) Because I would never put an animal in a pound to punish the human.  2) I think I would be trespassing.

Anyway, I have exciting news about my new way of eating.

First, I have GOT to get my butt back in gear...probably after tomorrow...because tomorrow is going to be a weird, long day. 

Ok, so Amy is shaking things up for me with Kale Shakes!  I will be blending raw broccoli, organic grapes and kale together for at least breakfast, and see how I do with it.  She tells me it will curb my cravings for sugar by feeding my body a nutrient-dense snack.  That's what your body is really craving when it craves sugar:  nutrients.

I meant to try it tonight, but I was kind of busy with taking baby kitty over to my friend's and making sure she was ok (or making sure I was ok...) before I left.

Anyway, I'm superexcited to try and see what happens.  Now, if I could just get back on track.  Just for fun, here's a picture of Maybelle from this morning:

Maybelle, the day she had to leave me, temporarily. :(

Goodnight, all!