tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86695112025-10-10T13:55:36.910-05:00Oubliette - (noun, french) a little place of forgetting. A small, windowless room where someone is locked away, forgotten, left to go mad. <br> <br> This is my personal place to rant and rave like the lunatic I am, my oubliette. It's dark, quiet, and I come here to forget about things. Or maybe to remember them. After all, where does insanity end, and insight begin?Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.comBlogger688125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-78042463962883301132015-11-14T07:05:00.000-06:002015-11-14T20:46:20.821-06:00

Overnight was the first freeze in Huntsville. The squirrels are out chasing each other around, looking for the last of the acorns for this season while the chipmunks are still asleep in their burrows because it's too damn cold to be out at the moment. No pictures of the squirrels since they wouldn't let me get close enough to snap a good photo. When I took these pictures, the sun had not yet

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Since the last edition of Friday Catblogging, there has been a lot of change in the cats of the Oubliette. We have lost McCullough, Eep, and Noah due to age and illness. Callie went to live with a neighbor, who liked each other and where she would be an only cat, as she always wanted. McCullough had hyperthyroidism, and was on medication for it. We had the option to have part of her thyroid

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-83494711817958874382015-10-26T13:16:00.002-05:002015-10-26T13:20:53.081-05:00

*removes spiderwebs* It has been a long time since my last post. Why? It's called Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) that's been poorly managed. I become a hermit when my MDD is being poorly managed, online and real world. Don't feel bad, I was irrationally afraid to communicate with everyone, including my family. Living with MDD is a bitch. First, it was trying to find a medication or combination

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-64260119668567803312010-01-24T15:04:00.010-06:002015-10-26T13:25:46.561-05:00

Where to start? Those of you who know me from high school may remember that I was often sick. That was Crohn's Disease, which I've had since I was 9, and culminated in me requiring part of my intestine removed in the early spring of 93. After that, the disease went into remission, and I spend most of my early 20s in great health. I moved to Huntsville, staying the summer, taking classes and

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It's getting cold outside, so Freya has started looking for warm spots inside to nap, mostly on or very near my lap or hip.It's a web-cam shot, so not up to my usual standard.And don't forget, at 18:00CDT (6:00pm for you non 24-hour folks) the Carnival of the Cats will go live at Three Tabby Cats in Vienna.

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The Carnival of the Cats #251 is up over at The Whole Kitten Kaboodle. (Yes, I know it went live last evening, but better late than never.)So go forth and view other members of the catblogosphere.

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Today it's Noah's turn to be the cat of the week.Noah, sound asleep in the cat bed I put on my art/beading table. He and Freya were taking turns sleeping in it. Otherwise, this happens:Not. Helpful. In. The. Slightest.I'm such a pushover when it comes to the fuzzies. Complete pushover.~*~*~*~Don't forget to visit Modulator to check out the Friday Ark then head over to head over to Carnival of the

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-26652265474884788882008-12-19T17:51:00.003-06:002008-12-20T02:33:47.179-06:00

Today I introduce Isis, my parents' newest resident:Don't be fooled by that innocent look, the dainty crossed paws. She should have been named Sekhmet because she is a little hellion. At least this is what the reports I've been receiving are saying. Yes, we know she's part something-point Siamese, we'll just have to see how her color develops and see what her points become.Isis appeared early one

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-23815766778375229922008-12-05T06:36:00.007-06:002008-12-05T10:25:30.907-06:00

I'm hoping to start a new trend here - possum blogging, or opossum blogging, whichever you prefer. I know not everyone has one of these creatures readily available for photography, but then that's the fun of it. The photo-hunt at night. You might find one like this:This is a juvenile, born this past spring and Momma Possum has finally said "OK, kid, you're on your own now." I know it's hard to

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It's a miracle! I remembered to catblog on Friday, instead of Monday rolling around and me saying "Well, crap" and trying to remember to post new cat pics.If you think you see a bald patch on Eep's back, just above her tail, you are correct. Since she hates to be groomed, she doesn't get brushed as often as she should. She will tolerate being brushed for a completely random amount of time before

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-91682880428290150512008-10-10T23:29:00.003-05:002008-10-11T18:51:25.022-05:00

It is autumn outside the Oubliette, and Callie has agreed to a photo shoot.Autumn Comes to the Oubliette, Featuring Callie. (Who came to the Oubliette in the fall as none of you may remember.)First the contract negotiations. Callie is never happy with the first agreement her agent makes for her. Just a blip in the day's schedule, these things happen.Negotiations complete, Callie does her sultry,

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-49548347190563596432008-09-29T22:38:00.003-05:002008-09-30T01:25:25.622-05:00

So, as you might have guessed, the previous post is pretty much a month late. It's not that I wasn't completely thrilled by David's phone call, but days start running one into another seamlessly.Then I had the Plague and I died. Then I got better and time continued to not really have any meaning to me. Oh, I see this blinding orb move across the sky, then a smaller one moves along the same path,

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[geekery]Over Labor Day weekend, I was planning on going to Atlanta to Dragon*Con. That would have meant leaving the house and heading to Atlanta the day after I was released from the hospital.So no D*Con for me.However, I did get a phone call from David Nykl, and so there was much happiness. Thank you, David, for the call and thank you Desi for arranging the call.Although trying to find a quiet

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-14665372464193839012008-09-13T03:28:00.003-05:002008-09-13T04:16:07.853-05:00

I just checked the date last post in August, and I was still in the hospital when I made it. So much has happened since then, it's not even funny.First, I am out of the hospital. I was discharged the evening of August 27. In all seriousness, since then I have either been on my feet or asleep. If I sat down to try to blog, watch TV, bead, I would immediately fall asleep. If I stay on my feet, I

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-32215996469454992882008-09-12T23:57:00.004-05:002008-09-13T04:26:10.808-05:00

Technically it's still Friday......so here's the catblogging.The swing has made a comeback with a luxury, hand-made, flannel pillow. Oh, yeah, first class all the way. Freya likes it for a little while, if I put her in it first; she hasn't figured out how to get in it from the couch. The rest of the herd have varying opinions, which will be covered on Caturday.~~~Be sure to head over to Modulator

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-46880467617253447032008-09-12T23:29:00.002-05:002008-09-12T23:36:26.781-05:00

My neurologist put me on even more Neurontin 2 weeks ago and every, and I do mean every, time I sit down to do anything on the computer I fall asleep. The Neurontin is working great, but getting used to the side effects is taking a lot more time than I expected.Damn, you have no idea how lucky I am to have been able to stay awake long enough to do this. I need to figure out how to use the

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-54405278362273008092008-08-24T21:22:00.000-05:002008-08-25T02:37:12.858-05:00

I've just had my evening meds, so hopefully this will stay coherent.The Crohn's had been improving slowly since my last hospitalization in June. Of course, pretty much anything is better than needing 2 units of blood transfused every two days because an ulcer had to make a fuss.At the beginning of this month I started feeling a little crappier, like a minor flare of the Crohn's within the overall

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What's actually going on: Freya in full cat loaf mode after I came inside from taking photos of the International Space Station flying overhead.Surprise caption contest! Simply leave a comment to this post with your version of what's going on, what Freya's thinking, make a LOLFreya out of the photo, or whatever else your twisted brains can come up with. In a few days I'll post my favorites,

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-5999294528580420552008-08-22T04:41:00.003-05:002008-08-22T14:56:03.977-05:00

There's a few remarks I made in my previous post that with 20/20 hindsight, might have been inspired a great deal because of feeling ill and being somewhat pissed off at the world in general because I felt like crap. It happens.That's not exactly what this post is about....because I can't get an increase in my pain medications without an office visit, or an actual hospitalization, because some

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-69402294658856524142008-08-17T12:07:00.003-05:002008-08-17T16:06:36.208-05:00

First, let me say that, on a personal level, I like my pain management doctor and his nurse practitioner (M, a Certified Registered Nurse Practitioner, because I'm lazy). They're great people, and M spent more time than she had to just listening to me when I was in the hospital in June, manic as all hell because of some of the meds I was on.This is a professional gripe/bitch/moan.I think the pain

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Well, I'm back after surviving an upper respiratory infection then the internet crapping out at the house. Not completely crapping out, but randomly doing so. Internet roulette. Without further ado, here's Freya:"I'm Not Touching" has been taken to a whole new level. She was actually growling at me for daring to work while denying her access to the beads. I don't know what is up with this cat and

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-12143841556525575652008-07-02T02:57:00.004-05:002008-07-02T03:13:41.923-05:00

The most intense, high-stakes game of "I'm Not Touching..." the world has ever seen is being played right now.Do you see how she is so very deliberately Not Touching anything? Not a single bead or bangle, despite how close her paws and nose are to everything. Since she's Not Touching anything, and is simply lying there, pretending to be asleep, she knows I won't do anything to her. It's in the

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-62956593012753093902008-06-28T15:16:00.004-05:002008-06-28T18:14:23.922-05:00

As promised a couple of weeks ago, FluffyCat edition of Caturday aka Friday Catblogging a Day Late.Eep just hanging out in the basement, recharging her eye lasersAlso from the basement, I present Callie, who is doing her very best cat model workShe really did sit there in her basement window and look that unbearably adorable long enough for me to snap several photos.For those of you who are not

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-45733933897644245192008-06-24T10:08:00.002-05:002008-06-24T10:40:37.497-05:00

I missed out on Friday Catblogging and even Caturday, but fear not. I still have photos to share. Not of cats directly, but cat related. Enjoy Tuesday Critterblogging.That squirrel is a regular to the buffet I've started putting out on the window ledge. It does keep them out of the bird feeders, which I like, and squirrel watching is an added bonus.The squirrel knows exactly what glass is and

Mirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08413028900582387026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669511.post-83089683973267464242008-06-24T10:07:00.001-05:002008-06-24T10:08:52.715-05:00

This is a perfect example of how I lose track of days. Without actually looking at the date of the last post, I thought it had been 3, maybe 4 days, tops since my last post. Definitely not a full week.Yet another fun challenge of learning to live with MS.Now, I wasn't exactly planning on writing War and Peace this past weekend since my in-laws were in town and CRAP! I've lost an earring. A very

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