Jesus. I think all that new-agey crap is BULLSHIT. Who's got time for that shit? I'm just trying to get through the damn day and get the stuff right in front of me relatively accomplished. Shit like laundry and cleaning cat's boxes.
I am embarrassed to admit I'm reading Mr. Touchy Feely's book right now. Dr. Wayne Dyer. I have been so aggravated by the title of I'm Okay, You're Okay, I've been loathe to pick up anything that sonofabitch has written for decades.
I'm not okay. You're not okay. But I'm okay with that. So get over it.
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And blogs. Don't forget having time for blogs.
And don't forget- you and me? We're fucking OKAY! It's the rest of the world which is fucking nuts.
Love you, dear....Ms. Moon
P.S. If we're not okay, I don't want to hear about it.
This is why I stick to fiction! When I read this self help stuff makes me feel like I am doing something really wrong.
I hear you, Christiejolu. I feel the same damn way.
Love, SB.
I tried to post something here earlier but the internet ambushed me. I just snuck up on it and got in.
When I see stuff like this I ALWAYS think of Stuart Smalley's Daily Afirmations: "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough..." He made it impossible for me to actually benefit from any of it. I've tried but that voice muscles in and I'm a goner.
I too stick to fiction. I hate all that touchy feely artsy fartsy crapola. In the immortal words of Mr. Pete Townshend "The Kids Are Alright".
Glimmer,
Yeah, Stuart kind of ruined affirmations for me, too. That was back when SNL was good still.
Love,
SB.
Tom,
I'm with you, buddy!
I am with you on getting through the day and accomplishing the shit in front of me. I need to pour myself a drink and vacuum. Scoop the litter boxes, sweep. Fuck, I am getting tired just typing it.
I read that "I'm OK" book. I can't remember a single thing about it.
I do pick up a lot of crap during the day--mostly from the dogs on walks and the cats in their boxes. I don't think that I want to read Dr. Dyer.
Dish,
It always helps if you have a libation as you work, right? When you have 7 cats, litter box scooping is a damn daily event.
Love you!
Lou,
Yeah--real memorable book, eh?
Love, SB.
Good to be embarrassed every now & then. Means you're not in a rut, although with all your changes this year, this month even, you're not in a rut but maybe you're getting ahead of the next rut.
How many catboxes? I think I remember reading you sleep with seven cats. Do the catboxes have a room of their own?
Kathleen,
FOUR cat boxes. One downstairs in the half-bath. Two upstairs in the library. One in the full-bath in a niche next to the shower. All GIANT cat boxes, too. The litter bill costs a fortune. I'm thinking of going to pine. I like the smell a lot better, and it's healthier for the cats.
Love you Kathleen. Have a great weekend.
SB
I'd like to know what you and the cats think about the pine after you try it.
I've been wanting to go that way so we could just distribute the remains in the woods instead of double-bagged throw-away. But I'm afraid that my 20 year old Harry might find it confusing, the change in scent and texture. When he's confused he uses the closet floor or the entry rug or wherever he is when he gets the urge...
SB,
Drop it now, kick it to me, now step away from the damn book and don't look back.
You've got Ms Moon as a buddy, you don't need no damn WD.
Go easy,
B
Ha! Stuart Smally!! He rocks! But I have to admit, he sort of turned me off to affirmations too... Never have liked Wayne Dyer. He's not ok, but YOU are, even if you're not in this moment. If that makes any sense.
xopf
Kathleen,
I like the pine, but I couldn't find the loose flakes yesterday, so I bought the pellets, and so far, they are almost all using the one box that still has traditional litter in it. I guess cats like change about as much as people. I think I will switch the last one out tonight and see what happens. I don't think they would go on the damn floor, but who knows?
Love, SB
Bethany,
You make a very good point.
Love, SB.
Thanks PF! It makes total sense.
Love, Moi.
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