October 18, 2012

A Decade of Change

Last night I read a message on my iPhone that required actual FB use. The reason? The date for my 10 year high school reunion has been set. 11/23/12

Umm what?!

When I graduated I was going into college with a major in Spanish. I was living in my first apartment with my then boyfriend and life was generally good. I changed my major to psychology and loved it. All was still well, then post high school life happened. I dated, partied, moved, fought, changed jobs, made good and bad decisions and ultimately landed in a good spot.

Let me be clear about a few things. High school wasn't full of torment for me; I don't feel pressed to lose 20 pounds in order to wow an old flame; and I don't feel like an underachiever because I'm not married with kids. I'm actually feeling pretty indifferent about it but I am excited to go. Mainly because the loser closet decorator that I am wants to see the theme and decorations. Plus, food and snacks? I ♥ snacks! Still, it will be nice to see some people. In the recent years I've only had one goal when it came to reunion time: have a college degree. That's it. As most of you know, it shamelessly irritates the snot out of me that I'm still in school. However, as of May, that goal will be checked of my list. I'll be back in school come reunion time but I'll have a degree already. Mission accomplished.

And then I started thinking...

Something that has crossed my mind more than once over the last 10 years. What's the point? Reunions aren't like they used to be. With all the social networking capabilities staying in touch is a lot easier than it used to be. I mean I found out via Facebook. Even though nothing beats a face-to-face interactions there really is no need to "catch up".

As so eloquently put by Katy Fincham who is an account executive and contributor at Maroon Blog:
"The popularity of Facebook completely eliminated the excitement of high school reunions. For the last seven years, each of us has had almost instant access into our classmates’ everyday lives. Whether I want to or not, I’m aware of who’s married, who’s engaged, who has kids, where people work, where they’ve traveled to, etc. Who needs to have a high school reunion, when every day is a virtual reunion?"
My thoughts exactly. 
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For those of you have have gone to your reunions, what was it like? What did you wear? Were there still old grudges or rivalries present? Did you connect with people you never would have associated with in high school?


October 15, 2012

Goodbye Friend

It was April 2003 and I had just moved into my first apartment. I was 18. Lived with my then boyfriend. Was working and going to school. My best friend lived 1/2 a block away. Life was good.

I constantly said "I want a cat". "I want a kitty" but never seriously considered or looked into it

A month later, by complete surprise, then boyfriend brought home a surprise. Curled up in his hat was a calico ball of fluff. She was skinny (she was the runt of her litter) and I fell in love immediately. He suggested we name her Sadie. 

I was on the first floor of my 4 unit building and would often let her out into the hallway to explore. She was constantly attacking, and eating, the moths that found their way inside. And so I started calling her Sader-Bug, which was quickly shortened to Bug. Friends would ask her name, proudly I'd tell them Bug. I'd get a funny look and the inevitable question "You named your cat... Bug?" And that's how she got her name. 

Fast forward to 2006 and we had a health scare. There was a weird, opaque snot-green fluid all over her and the bathroom floor. I immediately took her to the vet and they told me she had pyometra. It's a uterine infection caused by  repeat exposure to hormones. The vet told me it's something that can happen to dogs or cats over 6 who have never had a litter but have also not been spayed. I had two choices, consent to the spay surgery or let her die. I opened my pockets. 




For the past week I've noticed she's been choosing not to eat. I thought she was just being picky about their food. I saw her at the dry dishes so I assumed she was nibbling somewhat. She would lay in front of their water dish but she'd stay there all day. Thursday afternoon I made an appointment with the vet. Something wasn't right. Later that evening I heard one of the cats fall. I assumed it was Roxie since she has terrible balance, but I turned around anyway. Bug was lying on the floor. I went to pick her up and the back of her feet and legs were soaked with urine. She was going to the vet first thing in the morning.

I woke up to her strained crying. We went straight to the vet. I was told her temperature was so low they couldn't get a reading. Her breathing was labored. Her liver and spleen were enlarged. She was in shock. They had placed her on oxygen and started an IV of fluids. I was told her body was shutting down and she was in very poor condition and they didn't know if they'd be able to bring her back.

I wasn't going to make her suffer so I made the most humane choice I could.

When she was little I constantly told her that all I wanted her to do was grow up and be a big fat house cat. She listened. She was my first very own cat.  She's been my cuddle-Bug when I needed to cry, my pillow when watching TV. She's been with me through 6 moves, 5 boyfriends and 9 years. And today I had to say goodbye.