Progress and whatnot

This week is going pretty well, as did last week. I'm looking very forward to my therapist appointment tonight. I figure I'll go a few times a month, Ron is helping me out with the finances. He's also gonna go in for a visit in a few weeks. It's taken so long to get him in because of his schedule, it's gotta be a Saturday and the doctor isn't in on all Saturdays.

So, we've been working on things. He is trying, I can give him that. I need to do my part as well. The therapist is helping me with my response to Ron. I'm trying to do some of that 'cognitive behavioral therapy'. I need to train myself not to freak out all the time, as it's driving Ron nuts and I don't blame him. And of course I've changed since we married...he told me I seemed so confident and happy when he met me. He sees how I've lost that happy go lucky belief in myself. I told him I have because I feel beat down by the world...at work and by him. Of course there's lots more in this tangled web of working things out. Gotta keep on trying it one day at a time. Hey, at least we seem to agree on the kid thing now. He seems to be accepting it, especially after I made it clear to him that it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He responded that he was too old (39) anyway and didn't want to start this late. I'm happy to hear this however, I still worry about future resentment. I guess we'll just have to see if he likes having a Hot Rod better than a snotnose. That'll probably happen around the time our circle of friends start having teens around, if we make it that long.

Other than that, I'm broke. Ah yes, 25 hours a week sure sucks! To think, I was almost making a decent living on my own. So I have to continue looking for another job, either part time or full, whatever comes along. I've signed up for the old temp agency I used to work for, just as a supplement. I'm going to sign up for another one next week. They can probably get me some interviews for a full time perm position...eventually. But I can't leave it all up to them, gotta put out other feelers. I hate this. I feel like I'm never going to find my place in the working world, that I'm always going to be scraping by in a job I don't like. I'm going to work on that with the therapist, too. I can't do what I need to do in life if I'm always just shy of completely fucking broke.

So I don't feel completely worthless, I finally colored my lovely Dog Poo Cone picture. I think I'm going to enter it in a contest my lovely friend Cathy told me about. Hehehe...lookit...



Yummy! However, I think I might be the only one who would wear that on a t-shirt. Heh...

And here is a great shot of Stanley, taken as he enjoys the new kitty tower.



We got the thing about a month ago and they both love it so much. It's about 8 feet tall. Of course Stanley is king, whenever he is up there Henry has no chance. But whenever Stan is with me on the couch, Henry is up there snoozin'.

Here's a nice shot of me, my nostrils and the birdies just hanging out watchin' tv together.



Ron had to take this shot, he always loves to see me happy with my pets. He thinks it's so cute. In' 'nat lovely? Yea, he does say and do nice things, I tend to concentrate on the bad a lot. Okay, I have to get ready to go for a walk. I need to exercise at least a little.

Later!