Dante Bearrentine 2010 – 2011

25 04 2011

I’ve been really bad about posting entries to this thing. So bad that I never posted about my cat, Dante.

Dante was a very important part of my life. He moved in with me a few days before Halloween. He was just a few weeks old at the time, a stray who turned up on our doorstep and decided to adopt me and Kenny. It was love at first sight. He was cuddly and intelligent. He fit right in with us.

Kenny really took to him. Kenny, who’d been used to dogs and swore he’d never love a cat, was wrapped around Dante’s fuzzy little paw in days. He bought him amazing toys and coddled him even more than I did. The three of us shared a bed. For a little while, we were a family.

When Kenny and I lost the trailer we were living in and were forced to relocate, we had to give up our cat. My grandpa Hunt took him in. I knew he’d have a good home.

I called Grandpa today and he told me that Dante, who had been a perfectly healthy kitten when he’d moved in with him, had died of a hookworm infection. This was likely caused by the jerkoff who lives with my grandpa forcing Dante outdoors on a much-too-regular basis.

I left my cat behind firmly believing that I’d see him again. I know Grandpa did the best he could- he spent over $400 at the vet trying to get him well again. I’m crushed mostly because I didn’t get to say goodbye. I feel horribly guilty too- like the worst of pet parents. Most of all, I’m just sad that I won’t get to snuggle him again.

My poor baby.





It would behoove me to develop a sense of consistency

12 03 2011

I really need to do a better job at this blogging thing. I was really much more prolific on my old Xanga.

Suffice it to say, a lot has changed. I’m pretty sure my whole readership knows that Kenny and I have been married since the end of December. It’s going well.

We moved to Stevensville, MI last week. It’s so different from Oklahoma City that I couldn’t begin to describe it.
At least we finally have a car. We’re living in Kenny’s grandma’s basement.





Only 6 more sleeps until the end of daylight savings time

1 11 2010

Because of my workplaces social media policy, there is little that I really can say here. My boss is a great guy and I like most of the people I work with.

Still head over heels in love with Kenny. He is blissfully happy here so I guess I can tolerate it.





Woo Hoo!

24 10 2010

So, two things: I’m now in Muskogee and Kenny and I have decided to hold off on our engagement.

It’s not that we aren’t happy or crazy about each other. Both are true. We just felt that we’d rushed into that level of commitment way too soon. Actually, Kenny moved here to be with me. It helps that he has a totally decent job and he really likes it here. While I get homesick at times and miss places like Hot Topic and Starbucks, he’s totally worth it.

Kenny works at American Foundry on the mold line. It’s dirty, rough, and dangerous but he enjoys it. The pay is fair and he gets pretty good benefits. I’m back at KMart. I’m not sure what my position is there – I thought I got hired for shoes but I’ve been working as a cashier quite a bit lately. Oh well. It’s a job.





I’m really trying here, folks.

4 08 2010

Well, I’ve gone ahead and told my friends and family about my engagement. They’re not exactly as happy as I’d hoped.

I guess I can sort of see it from their point of view. I joined that program and essentially disappeared from their lives (or came close). Now here I am with a fiance that they’ve never met. As bad as my relationships in the past 10 years have been, I suppose they might have grounds for worry.

I never in a million years thought I’d be getting engaged to a guy less than 2 months after meeting him. I’m incredibly relationship-shy. I honestly thought that after Eric I’d need a very long time to recuperate, and that no man would ever compare to him. So I can see why they’d wonder what this was all about.

What’s hard to explain is that I have learned to trust my instinct. It has never been wrong before.  My instinct says that Kenny is The One. And those who have see us together understand what we have. I guess it’s just a matter of letting them meet him so that they can be assured that he’s genuinely nice and that we’re amazing together.





Back from the ether.

2 08 2010

I’ve actually been back online for a week now, and I figure most of my readership is linked to me on Facebook. So the vast majority probably know all about what’s going on in my life already.

For those of you who don’t:

  1. I have been absent so long because I was in a ‘life recovery/discipleship program’. Bah. That place (not naming names, it’s actually affiliated with a prominent OKC charitable organization) essentially runs a rehab. Which would be great if I had addiction issues. As much as these people tried to convince me that I did, or that I needed a year in, essentially, a jail/mental ward/boot camp, I just was not buying it. Not that it was all bad. Made lots of friends. :)
  2. I’ve met someone new. We’re madly in love and we can’t wait to get married. Kenny is my soul mate. He’s AMAZING. He’s cute, funny, smart, and compassionate.
  3. I’ve decided that I’m gonna stop wasting my time with these jobs and get on with my career. I’m going into nursing. I start CNA school in September.

That’s it, in a nutshell.





Veggie Lasagna

3 03 2010

I hate coming up with titles for these things. Srsly.

So, I’m off work today. Yesterday didn’t blow. A bit slow, but it was Tuesday. Probably came close to making my numbers.  Remade one display bed- kept the bedding but added some accessories and generally made it look more visually appealing. Changed out another. I LOVE doing the beds and displays- it’s like making an art piece but it’s totally interactive.  Seriously, displays are my favorite part of my job by a long shot.

Yikes, it’s chilly in here.

I’m coping better with my decision to end my relationship. It wasn’t that I don’t love Eric more than life itself, because I do. I don’t anticipate being over him for a long time. But he went to Rhode Island for the summer and hasn’t come back. He may never. And from what I’ve heard RI is sort of a crappy place to live. Also, I always got the feeling that he didn’t take our relationship nearly as seriously as I did. I don’t date just for shits and giggles. I date with the intention of finding my life partner. He just didn’t seem keen on the idea of getting married and having babies- not sure if it was me or he just doesn’t want to get married, period. Dude’s been through 3 failed engagements so that’s probably a big issue right there.

Point is, I love him. I do. Sometimes I wish I had a magic wand to wave that would make all the bad parts of our relationship go away. But that’s not realistic. And I can do better than to spend what’s left of my prime waiting around for someone to realize that they love me as much as I love them. If it hasn’t happened by now it won’t. And I just need to suck it up and move on.  Even if it means I could very well spend the rest of my life alone because nobody will ever compare to him (his good points, at least).

Bleh. Need to get out of this funk.








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