Happy John C. Mayer to James W. Marsters! (This makes 3!!)

I want him for Christmas!

Once again, I am John C. Mayer-ing James W. Marsters. Only because my last blog about James W. Marsters fell off of the front page of the Google blog page for James W. Marsters. I made it to the #2 spot on blogs about James W. Marsters. So, in keeping up with the John C. Mayer-ing of the interwebz, I find myself once again in the midst of John C.Mayer-ing James W. Marsters.

For anyone who might have to this show a bit late, Aunt Becky, over at mommywantsvodka.com put out to her Merry Band of Pranksters to prank the SEO`s at Google, and every other internet search engine. I must admit, John C. Mayer-ing the internet has been oodles of fun, and I keep thinking up new people to John C. Mayer other than James W. Marsters, because they really deserve it! But for now;

He could play for me anytime!!

James W. Marsters... its time, again, for you to be John C. Mayer-ed!!

I have learned many things about James W. Marsters in the last week. I have been a fan on James W. Marsters Facebook, well, for a long time. I watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer every night at work, cause, well, I work graveyards at an assisted living center for mentally ill people, and.... I need my own outlet.

James W. Marsters has been my secret love. James W. Marsters just doesnt know it, or James W. Marsters wouldnt have gotten himself married, without me! GAK!!

James W. Marsters has been working on other tv projects since Buffy. Honestly, I dont care. To me, James W. Marsters will always be Spike. The Big Bad. *sigh* I even found a website trying to keep James W. Marsters, as Spike, going strong. I think I might need a life.

I discover that you can even buy this autographed bear, on Ebay, that James W. Marsters autographed, and James W. Marsters even kissed it. You can find James W. Marsters info here. Just in case you are interested in things that James W. Marsters is working on. Or, wallpaper for your computer of James W. Marsters right here. Lest we forget, I have no life, so I have time to find out all this about James W. Marsters. Plus, as an added bonus, I get to John C. Mayer him, again!! Which makes me happy! Cause, John C. Mayer, obviously.

Happy John C. Mayer-ing interwebz!

and, James W. Marsters..... :)

Time to John C. Mayer James W Marsters-AGAIN!!!

Since I work the graveyard shift, I have a lot of time on my hands between midnight, and 4 am. I spend muchos time playing on the interwebz. Aunt Becky is one of my most favorite haunts. This week though, she has outdone herself! After blogging about how the karma of John C. Mayer was destroying her transmission, She set the Pranksters with a way fun task. To John C. Mayer a celebrity, or other, of our choice. It all began innocently enough.

Welcome to the world of being John C. Mayer-ed James W. Marsters! Again.

I began this night with lack of direction, not at all unusual. So, I thought that James W. Marsters and I might play Oregon Trail, the old version, with the horrible graphics. So, I named the wagon master James W Marsters, and every other player James W. Marsters. This, you might think, would make it difficult to keep track of every single James W Marsters, but alas, I really didnt care what happened to which James W Marsters.

James W Marsters did not fare well.

After James W Marsters had to deal with a broken leg, broken arm, James W Marsters ended up with typhoid, dysentery, the measles, cholera,......

Then, James W Marsters got the final blow and died. It was a sad trip for everyone named James W Marsters. I took screen shots of all of the trials that James W Marsters had to go through, They wouldnt transfer over here.. Stupid screenshots of James W Marsters. It was probably the lasting karma of John C Mayer.

Then, I had to find a new way to John C Mayer James W Marsters. Luckily for me, James W Marsters has a Facebook page! I have also learned a few things about James W Marsters. Like, he really can play the guitar.

Also, James W Marsters has an interesting biography, if you really are interested in James W Marsters.

James W Marsters favorite episode on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, where James W Marsters played the sexy Spike, ironically, is the same as mine. Where James W Marsters sings. *sigh* James W Marsters could sing to me anytime!

And, for fun, James W Marsters shows up all over Youtube. James W Marsters does interviews, sings, and sings some more!

Also, the last time I looked, I had not made to the first page of google, but if you click on the blogs about James W Marsters, I AM NUMBER 2!! So, yay me!!!

I think I love you James W Marsters!

As I sat down to read Aunt Becky`s latest thoughts about John C. Mayer, over at mommywantsvodka.com, I realized that I have thought about an actor occasionally. I became grateful that James W. Marsters doesnt seem to have the same amount of free time as John C. Mayer. Or at least not yet. As my car seems to be running fine right now, so I know that I have not appeared on John C. Mayers radar. Thank freaking God for me that James W. Marsters seems to be

more preoccupied with interviews and his fantasy of getting himself, James W. Marsters, hitched without me! Honestly, James W. Marsters. What are you thinking! Gah!

I first fell madly totally in love with James W. Marsters when James W. Marsters played Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. James W. Marsters in all of his bleached James W. Marsters glory, *sigh*. James W. Marsters did a fantastic job pretending that he, James W. Marsters, was British. Even though, in fact James W. Marsters was born right here in the good ol` US of A.

I would so throw myself in front of a..... okay, James W. Marsters, I am not willing to throw myself in front of anything for you, James W. Marsters. So get that idea out of your head right now James W. Marsters! I would, however, feed you chocolate in be.... no, wait. Sorry James W. Marsters, the chocolate is mine! Hmm, so James W. Marsters, you are safe for now! SO, leave my car alone, It is old, and has problems all on its own!

I thought about changing my cats name to James W. Marsters, as my dear Aunt Becky suggested, but he still wont answer to James W. Marsters. He is not the one, as I type, watching James W. Marsters right now, but on Buffy season 5. I have to admit to you, James W. Marsters, I have really never bothered to watch you, James W. Marsters, on anything else.

And I have to wonder, James W. Marsters, if you look on Google, to see what pops up (geeze James W. Marsters, you have a dirty mind!) about you! Plus, Aunt Becky`s idea of pranking Google was just too freaking awesome to pass up! So, Google, and James W. Marsters, have a great day!

-My cat, who I tried to name James W. Marsters, but he thought not!

To spay, or to spay (there really isnt a choice)

This last week we had the Tiny Mao spayed. I felt so horribly awful taking her to the vet. She yowled all of the way... It was awful.

When I picked her up, 5 hours later, she was still so doped up, she just bobbed her head from side to side.. not making a noise... barely able to hold her fuzzy head up.. Still, feeling bad.

Got the darling home, and she crawled out of the kitty carrier. Her back legs? not working very well :(. She was so pitiful. She tried to get to Gary, but he went and scouped her, and snuggled her in his lap, after wrapping her up in her blanket. SHe took turns, sleeping on our laps all night. Then slept with us in our bed.

The next morning? It was almost like nothing happened. She seems a bit tender, duh! But is jumping and moving like nothing happened. I am supposed to take her back in 8 more days to get the stitches removed. I think we may attempt that project on our own..

There was no question to have her spayed though. She did come in heat once. It was bad. She spent hours talking to the walls, the ceiling, the kitty condo. She tried to make time with the other kitties, all whom are fixed. They would have none of her tomfoolery. They just swatted her , held her down, and cleaned her head. (that is their solution to any discipline issues regarding Mao) She has a very clean head.

If everyone would take the time, and spend the money (its so worth it) to have their pet spayed or neutered, there would not be such a huge amount of unwanted pets. I would adopt more, if we had the space.

I wish I was that resilient....

ugh.... and ugh some more..

Every Wednesday, on the way to work, I call my Mother. I try to call on Saturdays too, but I dont always get it done.

Tonight, when she answered, she sounded "off". I asked what was wrong, and she told me that someone had just come to her door. Normally, unless Morgan sends missionaries, she doesnt seem upset by that.

Apparently, this guy she knows, Jay, just showed up. Mom informs me that he had called her earlier that day, asking if he could borrow money. She told him she didn`t have any extra to lend. (she always gives out money to everyone that asks) And that he just showed up at her house, and asked if it would be alright if he charged his phone. (?????) Mom tells me he is in his truck, just sitting in the drivers seat.

I get a bit of history about him from her, as this situation is making my skin crawl; He is a young guy. Does odd jobs for people. Hard worker. Has borrowed from her in the past, many times. Has only paid her back once. Lives no where near her-she lives 12 miles form town, so it is not like he was in the neighborhood. Said he is nice. Says "sorry sorry sorry" a lot, she thinks he may have been abused as a kid. He told her he needs the money really bad for gas. And its his birthday, and its going very bad.

He comes back in when I am still on the phone with her. And asks if he can just borrow $20 from her. I hear her tell him that she spent all of her money last night, but that she will roll him $20 in quarters, but thats all..... Then mentions that she is on the phone with her daughter. He got out fast when she said that.

Mom has a heart as big as the outdoors. I have seen her lend money to people, when it left her unable to pay her bills, or do what she wanted to do. She always says they must need it more than she does. She told me not long ago, that she doesnt keep track, because she figures that when someone borrows it, she will never get it back. Ugh.

This Jay person, whomever he is, sounded like one hell of a manipulator to me. When she was telling me that he was just sitting in the drivers seat of his truck, I think he was trying to figure out how to manipulate her, or intimidate her into giving him money....

I think I need to make another trip there.. unannounced, and soon..... I dont like anyone treating my Mom that way.

2 hours to go.....

Yay for the weekend! Not that they dont happen every week, but I am looking forward to this one! The thought of yard work is actually exciting!! I think its mostly the warm weather, the getting outside, when it isnt freezing cold, with 90 mph sub zero winds (i might have blown that a tad out of proportion, maybe). Im looking forward to planting seeds, watching them grow into food-peas, corn, potatoes that Mom made us bring home....., cabbage, cukes... And flowers. They provide me with much happiness, and smell wonderful!

2 hours to go. Then 4 nights off!! Whoo Hoo!!!!

Guilt over not having guilt?

Im not quite certain exactly why I am having this feeling of guilt..... I have given it a lot of thought, and I have come to the conclusion, that it can only be from a lack of guilt over someone I know, dying. Not only that, dying a slow, and painfully drawn out death.

Ok, so, I know him. An understatement if ever there was one. We were married for many more years than I liked. It ended over 8 years ago, when I realized that drinking was the number one thing he cared about. And that would never change, never.

Drinking, by the way, is what is causing his death. He has totally destroyed his liver, one beer at a time. Myself, I believe he still would not put down a beer, if it was offered to him. I remember that he would take several unopened beers to bed, just in case he became thirsty during the night. Or for when he got up in the morning. He drank at least one before getting up for the day. He received more than one DUI while driving a commercial vehicle. It didnt matter to him, if he was ruining his life, and the lives of those around him.

He is in a nursing home now. At 44. His liver is shot, and he is on a morphine drip. There are no extra measures to prolong his life. This was his decision, as well as his families. His sister-in-law tells me his skin in now the color of mango flesh. The Dr`s say they dont understand how he can still be alive. They claim at any time, he will be gone.

So, I have no real feelings about him dying. I feel bad for his family. His Mother, that he doesnt even recognize any longer. She sits with him twice a day. He sleeps almost constantly, from the morphine. And hasnt eaten solid food in weeks. I hope, for his Mom, that it doesnt continue much longer. But, as for myself, I find that I am feeling bad, because I DONT feel bad about the entire thing.

What kind of a person doesnt feel bad, when someone they know is sufferring, and is dying? I feel like I should. I feel like I should be sad, like some part of me should be devastated. Im not. I really dont care, What kind of person does that make me???