
Odds are nearly 100% that the government will shut down on October 1st, and quite likely for a few weeks.
Enclosed is my response to this in literal memed Bub form. It truly is. Thanks though, TimeHop!
the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"

Odds are nearly 100% that the government will shut down on October 1st, and quite likely for a few weeks.
Enclosed is my response to this in literal memed Bub form. It truly is. Thanks though, TimeHop!

I now run the official Twitter account that lets people on the Internet know when a cat… poops.
That is correct. I run an entire Twitter account dedicated to informing people when a disabled cat poops.
I could not be happier with this even if I tried. After I learned about Wisp because of how much she popped up on my Facebook feed, I joined animal and foster charity groups online… a lot of people who don’t have that particular pet or foster are part of these groups as well, because a good portion of conversation in these groups is dedicated to being cat ladies (and men). One kitten, who’s stolen everyone’s hearts and gone viral several times, has been having trouble… passing bowel movements as a result of her disabilities. Since a lot of people query the charity that’s been taking care of her put in adoption requests — or did until the charity temporarily closed requests — and want to know about her health at all (“has Wisp pooped”?) I decided to make a Twitter account chronicling that information with the permission and support of Wisp’s mother. So now I run the official Twitter account letting Wisp’s fans know if or when she has had a bowel movement, and overall information about how she has been doing as a whole. I have absolutely no regrets with this.

It’s seriously like it actually happened yesterday. Happening to be awake and online, it flashed by on my Instagram long enough to see it — a picture of her with her two sons, that she had passed, Rest in Peace.
At the time, all I could think of was “not her”.
Not her.
I have a lot of the things ready in my room to resume streaming!
I just want to hang some of the clothing up that I wear, and have worn, for streaming somewhere that is in slightly easier reach than reaching into my closet hoping for the best (my closet houses a lot of nice things, but it is only so large). There are also some lights that I want to put in the background to avoid having to turn the overhead light on and giving myself a migraine, and I’m working out the finer details on that. I do continue to have migraines — I think that’s a “going to be the rest of my life” thing, so in spite of having made peace with that I’m going to continue to explore pathways to lessen them, and the pain — and my seizures (apraxic, non-convulsive) are under better control than they were. I take the wins when I can.
I’d also like to address the fact that the revenge porn thing I posted about — letting someone’s local police department know the two occasions that he had posted graphic revenge porn of what appeared to be exes of his because they didn’t give him what he wanted — solved itself in a very weird way, but I will take the win. The person in question (okay, my oldest son’s legal father) deleted the account that he had on that site around the time that he got charged with criminal trespass and resisting arrest, intending on going as far into hiding as he could to avoid the charge. When he deleted his account on that site — one that historically ignores takedown requests as it is, even when they are made by law enforcement or the judicial system — those pictures were deleted with it. His desperation to hide from local law enforcement solved that problem, for which I’m grateful. As a matter of fact, he’s still trying to hide from law enforcement because that criminal trespass (first degree) and resisting arrest charges are pending pre-trial diversion. If he shows up, watch him screw this up. It’s practically in his genes. And honestly, I like the fact that he’s even hiding from the Internet.

I have no regrets about keeping up-to-date on this kitten (“napkin”) and the surgeries she’s needed, as the Facebook AI actually doing something right has resulted in me now happily keeping up-to-date on the lovable foster animals that people post about. As a matter of fact, I’ll even be getting a “ghost cat” necklace from Wisp’s owner’s online shop as a gift from an awesome friend (surely there has to be a better way to word some of these things, but since when is it not migraine town between Fioricet and Parenting), and proceeds from that gift will go directly to Wisp’s care, which is why I wanted the necklace. THANK YOU