Going to the Movies

Going to the movies - or not in my case. Illustration by The Fat Cat Lady

Going to the movies – or not in my case. Illustration by The Fat Cat Lady

Ok, so the title is a little misleading. I don’t actually GO to the movies for a lot of reasons.

First of all its almost impossible to go to the movies in a wheel chair. That one little section that they leave seat free for people in wheel chairs is ridiculous. People are in wheel chairs for multitudes of reasons and in my case it’s because I can’t move my whole body not just my legs. So sitting in the very front of the theatre and having to crane my head and neck up and to the side to see the screen just isn’t possible. Someone contact the ADA!

Ok now that I have that out of my system (shwew) the main reason we don’t go to the movies is because of the expense. I love movies and I am just as excited as the next guy when a new one comes out. However, I can wait a few months for it to come out on video. They seem to be going to video faster lately.

Snacks. OY! $26 for popcorn and 3 bottles of water when I have free popcorn and water at home? One thing I do like to do is when a friend or family member posts on their Facebook page that they are going to the movie I do ask if they will bring popcorn home to me. There is just something special about movie theatre popcorn that no microwave bag will ever be able to achieve. Besides, if they buy a large the refill is free!

We used to rent movies from our cable provider but it became a hassle (and another large expense). At $5.99 a pop I expect to not have to deal with pixelization, freezes and other digital media inconveniences. Sure I can call the cable company and have the charges removed but have you called your cable company lately?

So now we exclusively get our movies from the library. You can’t get any cheaper than free! The only movie watching dilemma I have left is helping my husband to realize that the library has a whole selection of movies that don’t include car chases, aliens or guns. Yes, the library has movies for women and children as well.

Fat Cat Lady

“You know what your problem is, it’s that you haven’t seen enough movies – all of life’s riddles are answered in the movies.”

Steve Martin

P.S. Yes I made my own graphics, they are a little silly but I think they are cute. I am pro “not stealing images” and since I can’t get to the movies to take my own I drew some. Enjoy 🙂

The Hardest Decision to Make

Farewell desk we spent 5 years together, but I don't think I'm going to miss you.

Farewell desk we spent 5 years together, but I don’t think I’m going to miss you.

One year ago this week I made one of the most difficult decisions I will have ever had to make. I turned in my final notice at work. Final as in – I wasn’t just leaving this job, I had made the decision that I wasn’t going to work at all.

I used the remainder of my vacation time and my remaining short-term disability and in December I was officially retired.

I was 34 at the time. In 2011 I started IVIG treatments. I was taking a lot of sick days from work and often my Hubs had to call my supervisor at home to tell her I couldn’t come in because he couldn’t wake me up. I was hospitalized with meningitis in November of that year. It should have taken me weeks to recover but I went to work after I had been home for 3 days. That was just my work ethic.

When I was at work I worked hard. I did more than my part. I believed that the efforts I put into my work was the only thing keeping my disease from progressing. I drank coffee, soda and ate candy just to stay awake and focused. I often had to work with my door shut with the lights off because I just couldn’t handle all the stimulation. I left work early almost weekly and often abruptly.

I thought hard before making the decision. I talked to my doctors, my family, my supervisor and I prayed…. a lot. My disease was progressing and my work environment was exasperating it. Due to the amount of time I needed off for treatments and doctors visits I couldn’t just apply to work somewhere else. I had to make the decision to stay at work and continue to go downhill physically or leave work and spend the rest of my healthy time with my family.

When I called my supervisor to let her know I was going to take disability and retire there were tears on both ends of the call. I had spunk, I was good at what I did. I enjoyed my job, I didn’t complain when things became difficult and I always wanted to do more. I wasn’t just working at a job I was building a career.

I was able to leave work quietly and un-noticed. Everyone was told I was taking sick leave but wasn’t told when I was coming back. No one called to check on me, I received no cards or flowers. Out of sight out of mind. This should give you an idea of what kind of people I was working with. They all knew how sick I was, that I would never recover, yet when I disappeared for nearly 6 weeks it phased no one.

I left at just the right time for 2 reasons. One week after it was announced that I would not be returning they announced that they were closing our local office. Also, within a month of leaving work I lost my ability to walk.

I feel that I made the right decision. Even though we miss my income and we have had to make lots of major changes to our lives my health has improved without the stress of that toxic work environment. I no longer have migraines daily, I have seizures far less often and I am over all way less agitated.

Sometimes I wonder had I worked somewhere else, if I had worked with people who worked as a team, who weren’t catty tattle-tales like 5th graders, people who didn’t constantly complain that the job was too hard.. would I have made the same decision? Probably so.

Leaving work wasn’t the end of the world like I thought. I have more time to spend with my Dude and the Hubs. I can take more time to be sure I eat healthy and excercise as I can. Most of all, I’m happy.

Raising a Gifted Child – A Simple Trip to Target


Having a Gifted Child is a blessing, raising a Gifted Child can be a challenge. My son has been able to comprehend adult conversations since he was about 3 years old. We have never been able to “talk around” things when he was in the room because he could still figure out what ever it was we were discussing. He was also able to speak in complete sentences like an adult. Most of the time this was cute but sometimes it meant trouble.

This story takes place when Little Dude was about 4.

One morning before work the Hubs left me a list of things to pick up at Target. He said he would leave the money and the list by my car keys. I called him later to let him know I found the list but not the money. He had forgotten and I said “That’s ok I’ll use my credit card and get the cash from you later.” No Biggie. Off to Target we go.

As soon as we walked through the door the Little Dude wanted a hot dog so I said, “I can’t get you a hot dog I didn’t bring any money”.

We picked up the items on the list as well as a few other things I thought we might need (because that’s what you do at Target) and our total came to just over $100. As I was reaching for my wallet to get my credit card the Little Dude proclaims, “My Mom can’t pay you, she doesn’t have any money but my Dad will give you the cash later.”

Gasp! As I am trying to wind my jaw back up from the floor and force a smile the cashier proclaims (loudly) “Mam, how will you be paying today?” I fumbled through my bag, found the credit card and COULD NOT get out of Target fast enough. I felt as though every eye in the store was on me.

When we got to the car I asked, “Dude? Why would you say something like that, you know we aren’t supposed to talk about money with strangers! That embarrassed me!” And his reply, “Well I just thought that if you didn’t have $1 for a hot dog then you probably couldn’t afford all that other stuff that wasn’t on the list.”

Needless to say until he was bout 10 years old I did not go to Target with out enough cash to buy a hot dog.

Cheers ~ Fat Cat Lady

“A person is a person, not matter how small.”
– Dr. Seuss, Author