I should have been tagging these posts… This life… this pandemic… this quarantine… this Covid-19… as images of the Spanish flu are resurfacing… I cannot help but think one day… someone will show mine… That is why I take so many pictures of the changes in my life.
July is a serious Month in my little patchwork family… SO MANY things happen… Two Holidays… Four Birthdays… (previous posts) I have been writing letters for years to my children on their birthdays… Let me show you what seeing my Tribe looks like now…
I decorate main street
I work/Practice my fight moves with my grandsons
This is how we 4th of Julyed
This was our big summer outside time
The grandkids are becoming Video Chat pros
This is how you show the baby a kitty!!!
They adore each other!
LOL
This is how you airhug your grandpa on your birthday
This is how you see your mom and sister on your birthday and open presents
Pandemic Life
This is what my Grandbabies wanted for their respective Birthdays at the end of this month… not only did I volunteer to make them… I cried a little that they are so excited for Birthday Masks
So cute… and ominous
My Soul brother Facetimed me so my Soul mother and I could see each other… I havent hugged her in almost six months
I love them so much
THIS is how my son announced he had proposed to his beautiful now fiance… you guys… my heart cant take anymore. They let me take pictures through the screen of my window…
I am so happy for them đ Love is still the greatest force on this planet.
AND my street art project achieved virtual stardom this week with the HIGHEST possible honor… and I still cannot contain my joy about this…
Wizards Unite (Niantic Games)
Wizards Inn
PokemonGO (Niantic Games)
Pokestop!!!
All I have said to anyone for the last 24 hours is BUT I AM A POKESTOP!
Globally, as of 17 July 2020, Total (new cases in last 24 hours) 13,616,593 cases (237,743) 585,727 deaths (5,682)
This is how you celebrate your new engaged only Sons (only biological child) 21st birthday đ
Cheers!
Lets pretend he has never done this before
Happy Birthday Son
Virtually
Wait for it…
Cheers!!
I love these faces
The Whole Tribe Came!!
What comes next… who knows… the entire world is changing week by week… I guess we are surviving… I don’t know about Thriving…. but we sure do love.
How do I start a letter that is 21 years in the making? How do I explain to you how very fortunate I am to call you my son and even more so on your 21st birthday? I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you… forever crying (yes, that is actually all you did for the first 5 months of your life). Never sleeping (how things have changed) and always ready to see what the day will bring… So here we are on your 21st birthday. In a world I could never have prepared you for… living a part… trying to figure out a way to celebrate you… your youness… your fire/spark/light…. without actually being able to touch you… I stole a masked hug last week… we both choked up… I would GIVE ANYTHING to be holding you in my arms now.
Nothing much has changed since the first day I brought you home from the hospital (well… maybe the crying has ceased). You have always been my bundle of energy… always asking a million questions, always wanting to sword fight and although you may no longer sleep with your King Arthur sword… I believe you still own it. Even now, I am sure if I emptied a roll of wrapping paper in front of you… Id get whacked with it as you screamed ‘touche” or “engarde!”
You really were a fantastic baby… crawling at almost five months and then walking at 11 months. Projectile vomiting at a measured 5 feet… which of course was my party trick. Your love of superman moved to power rangers to Harry Potter and then Star Wars. I think some things actually never change.
You have always been a quiet achiever… never wanting to bring attention to your self. Which you had no chance with a mother like me (sorry, son). Your humbleness is something I admire about you. Your great empathy in all that you do and your loyalty to those who you value the most.
I think for the most part it is who you are and the beliefs that you now have. You have never been one to worry what others may think if your views do not match theirs. Instead stood up for what and who you believe in, (even when they donât necessarily match mine). Although we often butt heads (This last year? more often than not),
So, although I am not handing you anything on your 21st birthday which is significant to this part of your life… I am giving you a pat on the back for turning out to be a young man I am super proud to call my son. A young man with a big heart… a smart brilliant mind… a loyal personality… a wicked sense of humor… and a spirit like no other I have ever seen.
Thank you for at times when our roles get reversed. When you give me sound advice… thank you for taking care of your siblings… thank you for loving your nephews and niece so fiercely … and thank you for being you.
Now… Itâs nice to tell the stories of your many talents and achievements… of your good looks and charm, of your loving spirit and the joy you brought into every room. But just as important… if not more… is the story of how hard you have tried… getting in the face of racism and violence and a world that didnât provide equality for all to help anyone and everyone around you… Please accept my heartfelt congratulation on this day in your life, For all that you have achieved. Your BFG… sisters… our community and I… are very proud of you. Your exemplary qualities are beyond reproach; because you are loving… kind… understanding… respectful… considerate… friendly… ridiculously handsome… and most of all… you listen when spoken to. You are one who is bound for greatness. Never let anyone take you off your track. I am your mother… your biggest fan…. and I am still going to say this. Especially now that you are 21… Never let alcohol or any other substance legalized or prescribed take you off your track. Remember â you will be destined for better things in life. But I would love to celebrate your life and raise a glass to you… balance in all things… like the Avatar.
Bug, I have said lots of things in this letter to you. I donât expect you to remember all that I have written on this blog. But this much… I would like for you to carry with you always: A fool always loses his temper; a wise man holds it back, takes that energy and turns it into motivation to change things… That is my hope for you… and I know that… with that super power of yours and with Kindness… Hope and so MUCH LOVE, you will live a meaningful and rewarding life. I am SO So so proud of you… proud of all you have done… proud of all you have not done… you are the greatest joy in my life. Happy Birthday Johnathon.
Right now you are in your room thinking that life is completely and totally unfair. You are not wrong… And I am not going to read you this birthday letter this year because it is so sweet and sentimental… This is the year 2020… the year we are celebrating your birthday in the only way possible right now… and it wont be enough… and we will wear masks… this is a harsh truth… so because I have no idea what tomorrow will bring… I would like to explain myself to you this year… incase I cannot at some point wait for you to realize these things about me yourself.
The whole world is against you because there is not a single person in it that understands you… You would say that you love your friends… but the truth is that you love the thought of them than you do in real life. In real life… you can only handle spending so much time with them before they start to annoy you because, as I mentioned before… no one really understands who you are. This is absolutely perfect… and age appropriate… you are doing great!
Your room is trashed… The clothes that you beg for me to buy you are crumpled in a heap in the corner. When asked to clean â when asked to do anything, really â you roll your eyes (not to my face, because you are smart enough at this point to know that will set me off) because you have a thousand more important things to do like watch Disney + or check your phone. This is absolutely perfect… and age appropriate… you are doing great!
You are both obsessed with and terrified by boys. This is absolutely perfect… and age appropriate… you are doing great!
Some days you think you are pretty. Some days you are certain you are the ugliest person on earth. You are sure you are being left out… of something. Some party… some conversation… some sleepover is happening and you were deliberately excluded because no one cares how you feel. You have every right in the world to be moody because life is hard. School is pointless. There isnât a person alive who hasnât been able to get into the college they wanted to because they got crappy grades in Grade 8. Mostly though… life is just hard and complicated and difficult and confusing. Despite this… you are never given the credit you deserve for always knowing whatâs what. You know what is best for you and there is nothing more irritating than someone else (like me) presuming that they know. This is absolutely perfect… and age appropriate… you are doing great!
I realize that when I broach these topics with you, you will not hear me. Despite all appearances… you are not a small adult. You cannot reason like an adult and so it is impossible for you to understand that I am trying to help you and guide you and not… ruin your life. This privilege I exert does not come from biology (obviously we are not biologically related) it comes from the fact that I have been exactly where you are and I have been navigating this life for a lot longer than you. It is true that everyone has a story… and everyoneâs story is unique, but loss, pain, anger, confusion and sadness are universal. These feelings donât separate you from the world… but rather they bind you closer to it. Someone out there is feeling the exact same way you do right now… including me, my angel girl, and I am only a few feet away. There will never be and can never be another you… but you are part of a magnificent community of humans. Humanity at times can be brutal and petty and mean-spirited… but thatâs never an excuse for you to be that way. You are so much more and so much better than a bad day.
I am not your friend. I donât care what you think about me. I am not aiming for popularity in our house. Most importantly… we are not equals. Think about it: how can we be equals if you depend on us for everything? If youâre going to take the iPhone… then you have to take the rules. Some people call it parenting. Mercenary me… I call it leverage. When you donât need me for things… only advice and council… then we can explore a friendship.
When I ask you to do something right now… I am trying to teach you something about success. Procrastination is a dream killer. No one ever became a grand success by doing it later. Youâre right… your room is yours. I am less concerned with the state of it than I am of your mind. Ever see a happy person on Hoarders? It sounds ridiculous to you… but a clean space makes it easier to be creative and productive.
I am not interested in you getting straight As (though, of course, your dad is), I am interested in you doing your absolute best. Sometimes you do your best and you fail,,, and you need to learn to be okay with that, too. You must learn to be good AT school, so it will be easier for you to be good AT college and AT work. Yes, of course… itâs pandering to a system… but everyone, regardless of status has to work within a system, unless youâre becoming a hermit which letâs face it… is never going to happen. When you become overly concerned with pleasing your friends and making them happy it takes away from your focus… your job… which right now is school. The balance you learn to strike right now will carry you through your entire life where can be vital. But… you cannot rely on a great friendship to buy you a house.
I donât tell you often enough how beautiful you are. Even though you are stunning… I do guess I do this on purpose. Being beautiful should never be the most interesting thing about you. A girl who relies on her looks is setting herself up for disappointment. We live in a world where beauty can and will open many doors… but how you choose to open them and what you do inside becomes about character. Character, moral aptitude, empathy, grace- these are the traits that will carry on your beauty far after your looks are gone. You arenât anywhere near understanding this right now… even though I am trying to lead this charge by example. When you look at me all you see is old… and lupus.
Unbelievably though… I was young (and not so long ago, I might add) once… and nothing you can say will shock me. I promise you this though: as long as you tell me the truth… you will never get into trouble… though I canât promise I wonât be disappointed.
Until you have children or in our case… stepchildren of your own… you wonât realize the depth in which I love you. I would do anything for you and it is the great irony of life that the person I love so much… I am your greatest cheerleader and your biggest fan. Sometimes you scream âWhy does she hate me!â when I cant help but over hear you fighting with your daddy. You donât understand that if I indeed hated you… or felt a far more heinous thing… indifference… I simply wouldnât bother. I would let you get on with it and shrug my shoulders and not say a word. When I stand my ground and open myself up to your vitriol and disregard and general railroading, that, angel girl… is love.
The most important thing for you to understand is though you may be convinced otherwise… whatever happens in this crazy…upside down life, you will never, ever be alone. I will be there… a few feet away… having a hobby you hate… or a TV series you would rather die than watch… cooking food you despise… Not looking up as you strike a pose… or stand in the doorway petulantly after spending 3 hours on your hair just hoping for a compliment… that isn’t coming… know I see you… know I know all of the things I have just written about you… and know that I am waiting for you to realize you do not need the outside validation… the attention you are seeking can only come from within… Happy Birthday My BEAUTIFUL AMAZING INCREDIBLE step daughter… you truly are a light in my life. I love you so much.
Your ever loving… Kerry
Covid-19 Pandemic Total for July 14, 2020 (new cases in last 24 hours) Globally 12,964,809 cases (196,775) 570,288 deaths (3,634)
I headed out for some imaging of the previous posts mentioned thingy (it was hidden under all my Black Lives Matter stuff So YES you have to read that to find it bahahahaha)… I do not for the life of me understand peopleâs excuses for not wearing a mask… I mean Iâm making excuses to wear em… look how adorable I am! Yep- Iâm 46… and yep I love my kitty cat mask! đš
The cute ladies in imaging burst into giggles upon sight of me… and it totally made my day… because you know… we know each other… I feel like I live here.
Meow Rawr – Dream On!! bahahahaha
Friday was an amazing day… I donated my painting to the March happening here on Juneteenth!!
I let the organizer know that I didn’t want it back… that it would find itself a home after the march… and now I’m not crying… you’re crying… HUGE crocodile tears when you see who took it home and hung it on their wall
Then Late that evening I started getting messages… and apparently I am famous now… bahahaha I’ll be doing autographs at ten.
Okay I feel like we are pretty caught up- so lets talk pandemic again…. The numbers Globally are skyrocketing… and the one campaign promise Agent Orange 45 kept was that America would be number one again… thanks for that asshat.
United States of America 2,208,829 cases 118,895 deaths (6/21/2020)
Medical Experts are sounding alarms… Governments are focused on reopening …. Trump wants to test less… so we do not raise numbers? yeah… its going well.
In that spirit we moved back to car adventures with the tinies… we went to the drive in Saturday… and oh man… my heart just sings everytime I see these faces.
I get airhugs- She gets real hugs… Ill take it!My Tall child and her Tiny’s in her carUs in ours… we don’t always wear masks… since we live together… but smallest child has been practicing some social distancing and having a social life… so we were safe for this close up photo.
The greatest part of the evening was when I taught them how to scare off bees… and had them screaming BOO BEES at the top of their lungs much to their mothers dismay.
I do not know what is next… I do not know the point of this post… I just needed to get it all out… something tells me there is going to be a lot coming at me… and I needed to be ready to deal with it… so vomiting what I am holding in my mind into the keyboard is the answer. Love and Light to you and yours đ
From the Salt Lake Tribune on this day!!!on Juneteenth friends!!! Here!! Its like a dream to me!!
So I cannot march… we are still in a pandemic… so instead I painted… donated… and then donated my painting… They will carry it on their March in my tiny town for me.
These were the iconic protest signs from each of these incidents… there are thousands more to be named… I chose the ones that I had nightmares about.
There is A LOT going on!!! What a time to be alive!! and I am alive!!!
Update on the ongoing novel Corona virus- Covid-19
Total (new cases in last 24 hours) (6/17/2020) Globally 8 061 550 cases (119 759) 440 290 deaths (5 494)
There is hope still… antibodies are being worked on… so are vaccines… the mask war is similar to the BlackLivesMatter debates… and I have kind of noticed the non mask people tend to be non movement people as well… not a blanket statement at all! it is not true for all… but It does point out that the media of our choosing does feed information differently. I am Pro Movement – and I wear a mask EVERY SINGLE TIME. I painted the virus also… painting is how I process… it is how I take my feelings and put them on the outside… organize them… and share them….
I finished this as May 2020 was finishing
Speaking of alive now that I have chased off those who left due to my stance… here are notes from my Doctors visit this Monday..
PE stands for Patient Exam… and yes my friends… it is tumor time again
But… I am alive… and so full of hope! It is small… and to quote the doctor “It is most likely benign again… but we will check… we are going to get it out and check”
I’m sure you realize this if you remember my last tumor and its painting… I have a TON of feelings… hence the street art project… ha ha!
I love you guys… mostly my kids (WHO I AM SO PROUD OF) but sincerely I love you… if you are thinking how can I love you… I may not even know you… well simple… if people can hate for no reason… then I can love.
Stay safe, Stay well, I am still alive… and plan to stay that way.
Everything I wanted to say here⌠I said in an email already…So I’m just gonna cut and paste it here LOL Yep- I’m that lazy…
 I don’t really know how things are out there either, I know the rec center is open again, and the library… I think over the next week we will see even more changes. I am surprisingly doing great since the zinc incident…. I never realized over the last year how much my face had changed as that jaw and cheek bone (not to mention spine) were under duress…. as the bone is growing back in thanks to the graft that I was positive wouldn’t work on me… my face is changing dramatically – at first I thought it was swelling… but i could feel it in my cheek bones…. and someone on a conference call online commented on it that could see me in my webcam…. so I knew it wasn’t in my head… so I went through some photos… and found photos of myself a year ago….
I ran into an old friend and took a selfie with him, look at my teeth first off… just one year ago… full and white… and my cheekbones high Then looked at one of my in february…. drinking tigers eye from a bottle (jokingly) during legislation
obviously by this point I was hiding my teeth at work… but you can tell anyways… my cheeks are completely hollow and goneso slowly I guess I didn’t notice…. but the regrowth back so fast I felt like I didn’t look like myself… however… pictures prove… I look exactly like myself again…Â I kinda like that!Here I am this morning! Look! Cheeks!
The other thing I’ve been up too when im not working – is I made this years fairy city video- I don’t know if I told you I make a video that just highlights it all… for my memories… Here I am attaching this years and last years links. its been an interesting fairy season to say the least.
my email to Christine while shes been in quarantine at an airbnb
I have a lot going on right now… I havent stopped crying for two days… okay I have… for a few hours here and there… but then with no rhyme or reason my heart starts pounding… and tears run so fast down my face again that I literally wet the neck of my shirt… they seem endless…
Today I have having all the teeth on the top of my mouth pulled… Ive blogged about whats going on with that… so today Im going Old School denture… like a Fixadent Grandma… fitting I suppose.. since I am a Grandma… I cant do any implants or clips or anything… because we do not even know if I will heal…. So that’s that… I cannot tell if the tears are my subconscious processing all that or not… but my logical brain reminds me… its okay… its just teeth (or gums as the case may be) that I will be alive and okay… because my body doesnt know any of that… and it is reacting like im in immediate danger…
Maybe its the Global Pandemic… Globally, as of 1 June 2020, there have been 6,057,853 confirmed cases of COVID-19, including 371,166 deaths, reported to WHO…. Ive blogged many times about it… not for a few weeks however..
But that is not what is making Twitter sad…
Here is the Algorithm of Twitter Here are the words associated with the Saddest weekend ever on twitter
“The Country is on fire” is what people keep saying… well I suppose thats true… there were cars flipped and lit on fire… Riots broke out in cities all over the country… Protest with THOUSANDS are happening in New Zealand and London… and those are the only ones Ive caught wind of as I am desperately trying to practice some self care until I can feel less crazy … Ive been avoiding the news… yesterday I literally blocked myself from twitter for 10 hours… so I couldn’t read… I tried to open the app no less than 30 times while I had it blocked. I finally unblocked myself again… I have to know… I have to witness… Im so sad… like twitter… so sad…
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHITE PRIVILEGE!
We need to talk about white privilege because women need positive messages… support and encouragement… to overthrow unfair expectations… but I keep being toold that colors need to stop making excuses.
We need to talk about white privilege because I am so damn sick of hearing about black-on-black crime without hearing that 84% of US murdered white people* are white on white (http://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/htus8008.pdf). And thatâs not the damn point anyway.
We need to talk about white privilege because I didnt want my son growing up in a world where people are treated differently because of how they look. BUT HE DID… I DIDNT WANT MY DAUGHTERS CHILDREN BEING RAISED IN THAT WORLD EITHER… BUT THEY ARE
We need to talk about white privilege because that in no way takes away from rich privilege… or male privilege (or sometimes female privilege)… or Christian privilege… or high IQ privilege… or having a PhD privilege.
We need to talk about white privilege because it is oppressing people… and people are dying because of it.
Please.. letâs talk about white privilege.
This IS a very hard post to write. But I donât want to be someone who buries this in the sand… and wonât acknowledge it…. and let it continue. I want to talk about… understand… and remove white privilege.
How about we start by keeping Martin Luther King out of our white mouths for a few days… That was everyones response… why can’t you be like him… acknowledge the reason he had a platform to be heard was on the backs and shoulders of the riots and violence the… MalcomX… the Panthers… or he would never have been heard… and when he was MURDERED… 110 cities rioted again.
How about we just admit Colin Kaepernick was RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME.
And people hated him for it.
I honest to god know this is justified… It just hurts my heart SO MUCH that we are here again… The police here in Salt Lake City were amazing… They stood and watched for 13 hours as their car and another was flipped and lit on fire… they stood still as protestors wrote terrible things all over our pristine WHITE capital building. They never once moved against them. Here in utah the Majority of protestors were white… I mean… we arent exactly diverse here… I dont know the numbers but I do know every time I have an out of town guest come… they are shocked.
So though I do not condone the violence… I understand it… it is justified… I am white… SO WHITE… but I support… witness… donate… and LOVE. Please know that… I am hopeful for our Murder Hornet filled futures….
Excuse me now… I gotta go have all these teeth ripped from my mouth now.
I love you guys.
Last thought- Is our girdle wearing… makeup wearing leader… still down in his bunker… refreshing his phone like a mad man and tweeting??? Be BETTER THAN HIM!
Funny… as I use this blog more regularly through this than I have in years and year… that today I will use it to find my way back to a happier me. I am not going to spend a great deal of time rehashing my current unhappiness… I think it is self explanatory… I am also not going to rehash my life long battle with depression… that can also be found on this blog… yes… exploring all of those things are in here… self reflection is wonderful… a talent I have forgotten.
There are many things I have found through my life that work… that bring me peace. The only one of them I have been doing is painting… and it dawned on my last night… as I was painting… that there was something I could do right now… without waiting for anyone else… or anything else to happen… and that was to embrace gratitude
So without further ado… here is what I am grateful for at this moment:
Pizza (its my favorite- Ordered in for dinner last night… finished for breakfast this morning)
Charlie Bosephus Princess Fluffy Bottom – My side kick… my daytime companion… she isnt really affectionate… but she does like my body heat … So she sleeps between my legs all day long and well… she is just the cutest thing on the planet to set eyes on…
See I am at a point that I have to grab the closest things possible to be grateful… but now that the state of mind is setting in… I can stretch a little further… This blog… I love it… it truly is me…
The roof over my head… and the residents I share it with… no matter how much we annoy each other… no matter how much I love alone time and solitude… I love them… and am so grateful for them.
My addiction to painting and street art… it is the only service I currently give. I need to do more service at home… under this roof… because I am not currently behaving like I am grateful for them… today I will find a way to serve them all (The cats, the kiddo, mr amazing… and myself)
My health… I know it has been the biggest source of my angst… but it could be worse… and honestly… its not so bad
My Small, My Tall, My Tinies… This goes without saying
My friends… soul families… and sometimes even my blood family
New books… as the prequel to the Hunger Games came out today… and I fully intend to read it… beginning today.
Nature… an all it encompasses… the good… the bad… the scary… ugly… and the beauty.
So I am looking to heal…. gratitude is the start… but from this list I see many things I could do… on the daily… to improve my life… Sooooo im not really a goal setter… but here goes… Small bite sized goal
Today (no promise of tomorrow) I will show my gratitude for each of these things… I will find a way to thank my house family… to serve them… I will reach out to my out of house group… and remind them I love them… I will speak to one friend/soul family… I will spend a moment in nature… outside of my car… I will start that book… I will do something around this house I am grateful for… and something to stretch this body… that I am grateful for.
I sincerely hope with all of my being that whomever reads this … has a good day… and if not today… know that some day… some eventual tomorrow… will look different than this… and be grateful for all of it.
I dont know what to say… its been Ten Days… I went to the OUTSIDE!!
They are temp teeth… Sure, I’ve had to eat soft food and be careful… but I have them! Soon I will have permanent false teeth… they are going to pull the remaining top teeth and stitch them shut (because I will not heal on my own) and put on an old school denture… this depressed me when I first got the news… now? Ill take it… seriously… cause look teeth! My bar for happiness is low… I hit a bottom… I cringe to say it was rock bottom… because I am sure it could get lower…. I cried and cried… I text Mr Amazing that this was going to end our marriage… this virus… this quarantine… That I would end up hating him for this time that I tried so hard to respect his love for me enough to stay home… or that when I couldn’t anymore… he would end up hating me… for putting his life at risk… by going out… hugging my grandchildren… and then it passed. The constant tears…. the panic… and I still stayed home… our relationship is so much less than amazing through this… but we are together… committed… trying… talking …. crying… not giving up. Moving closer to being good again.
Total (new cases in last 24 hours) Globally 4,170,424 cases (81,577) 287,399 deaths (4,245)
I sent a graduation gift today… to an adored child that isnt mine… there will not be a graduation ceremony that we recognize.
We are finding ways to survive… these breathes of fresh air help…
On Mothers Day đ
On Mothers Day đ
I finally saw Miss Betty for Mothersday… It was so hard…. not to squish her… my eyes missed her so much though… It was worth it The drive in opened!!! So we air hugged and watched a movie we had all seen …. separately but together This weekend there is a Drive through Light Show we will see much the same way… and I CANNOT WAIT!!! I have started an abstract painting of this virus… It helps… to process…. Nature is not Evil… or racist… or classist… it just is… and honestly… it is beautiful… and bizarre
People are becoming riotous…. Trump is igniting it…. Why is white america the only ones protesting? is it because they’ve never not had privilege? Most likely… I do not understand the anger …. the misguided animosity.
Today? I am okay… Im working still… I am going to paint some more… I am going to stay home and be grateful for my family in home, and out. I am still alive… I am not grabbing Metal Rods and running towards the lightening… today… Today I will just see if lightening strikes without me daring it.
Today I live with love in my heart.
Today I hope you have a good day and experience love.
The 15th Day of April in the 2020th year of our lord.
Subject: Written Warning
Charlie,
Written on the 30th day of Quarantine – The M&M Deceiver Day
This letter serves to formally document your failure to comply with the service terms of our agreement. Your lack of adherence to such terms have been a great disruption to the workplace performance.
Though you have met your quota with regards to cuteness and comfort, your continuous cries for attention, the bringing of your favorite red string and laying it on my work items, the insistence in grooming yourself in front of my monitor and what I fondly refer to as “Trashing the Camp”
For an example of Trashing the Camp- please refer to the gorilla scene from Disneys Tarzan… the imagine it with a Kitty… in my Kitchen.
and general mayhem has resulted in significant loss of concentration and productivity.
While we value your contribution to our lives, I must insist that you demonstrate an immediate change in your workplace habits or you will face more severe disciplinary actions
Like I can make your red string disappear Bosephus!
Since you have no opposable thumbs… and cannot spell… when staring at me… bring me your string if you understand and agree to the details in this letter. Comments may be addressed to your supervisor and written on the back of this letter to be entered in to HR Record.
Let the record show… she brought her string….
Submission of Proof
Smiffbib – Vice President of said Estate
UPDATE 6-30-2020
On a call… Charlies in the kitchen just crying like a baby… truly the saddest cry youâve ever heard… and I hear her start trying to drag her bowl to me in the living room… so I text My husband frantically to come feed her for me because Iâm on a call… he finds her food thrown out of the bowl in the floor… but cleans it up and gives her more anyways… then I get handed this…Â
My Response from my legitimate… real… HR Department that I really have sent these too? BECAUSE IM LOSING MY MIND!!!??? “Naughty but such a cute cat!! I love these updates, but she better start getting her act together or she may need a new job, maybe a cat burglar would be a better fit! lol”
The drive in opened!!! So we air hugged and watched a movie we had all seen …. separately but together
