Any guy who says things like "you're not pretty enough" isn't worth ANY of your time. What a jerk. He needs a swift kick in the *****.

I'm praying for Roy, and for you. Tough day after such a fun weekend. Those unexpected bills are killer.

(((Laurie)))

You are WONDERFULLY unbalanced, the type of crazy that every kid wishes they had as a cousin or aunt ... and you won't ever REALLY know to your satisfaction why he left, but someday, you'll cease to care. Honest. (And seeing a picture of him 20 years later, you'll think, "Man, he looks terrible!! Old and fat! Heh heh heh." Oh, maybe that was me.) And you'll probably find someone really, really wonderful, about the time when you think "I am NEVER going to get long term involved again!" Which was also me, but seems to be a lot of other people,too.
As for your Roy ... and my Cinder ... I don't know what to say, except that just because G-d and Cinder may think it's time for him to go doesn't mean that I can convince my heart. But broken hearts are part of life. Dammit.

Sweetie I'm sending Roy my best. I left a relationship eight years ago with nothing but 14 boxes and an orange cat to start a new life in a new town.

I lost my baby last December 1st. I'm still paying the vet bills, but I would have spent my last dollar and every dollar I would ever make to get him well. It was hard but he let me know he was tired of fighting and that he was ready to go.

As long as Roy is fighting to be with you, you keep fighting for him.

Just be glad tall guy showed you what a jerk he was before you spent even more time with him.

I think you're great. I'm eccentric too. It's just how some people are. Be glad you're not stupid!

I'm sorry to hear about the car and the cat. I hope Roy gets better. I lost my favorite six years ago. I still miss her very very very much.

Honestly Laurie I think we are all a little "teched" as my southern family would say it. There is no such thing as normal. I always say the only normal people are the ones you haven't gotten to know yet. Big hugs to both you and Roy from one "teched" person to another.

Iced Tea at Thanksgiving (with spirits included)is a tradition you need to start. Fire up the grill on Thurs for some Beer Can chicken or Tex Mex Turkey breast.
Your smile is TERRIFIC. Tall guy is a loser.
Downs balance the Ups. Its a yin yang thing.

On saturday I did that embarrassing thing where you walk someone out to their car and talk their head off, you are maybe intoxicated and SO PROFOUND, then you wake up the next morning and your very first thought is "What did I say?"

"OH MY GOD I JUST KEPT TALKING."

anyway.

Roy just got his antibiotic and is now hiding. Hates me a little. I confess: I called in sick today to deal with all this.

Down here if someone actually left within a couple of hours after they said, 'I better go' and you said, 'You don't have to rush off' it would be considered rude. At least that's the way it's been since I was a kid.
I think you are like a Southern embassy. When someone is at your house or just near you they become a Southerner.

The more I read you, the more obvious it becomes: Mr. X is a bloody idiot.

Talk about not knowing a good thing. That man was not only dumb... but blind and crazy (the real kind of crazy) too.

As for Thanksgiving? Don't be so sure all of those looks are pitying... some of them are jealous. They'd give anything to have a Thanksgiving to themselves.

I wish you could be with your mom and dad this year... but sounds like your jeep just ate up your flight money. Dang used cars.. they always know when to pick your pocket.

1. I have Roy in my prayers. Everyone needs that "special someone" in their life.

2. Can you please tell me who IS normal? I have yet to meet someone who is completely, totally normal. We all have weak spots. Some are just more obvious than others.

3. I want to kick he tall guy from here to New Year's.

4. Holidays suck. Even if there is zero drama in one's life, the holidays are adequate at best if you're lucky and have some happy moments if you're very lucky. For the rest of us, we just limp our way through and come out the other end. Find something that will make you happy, and do the best you can to make it happen.

5. (And please take this one as trying to make you feel better (and hopefully not worse)) Remember that in the great scheme of things there are lots of people worse off than you. That's not said to lessen how bad you may be feeling, but maybe it you can keep a little perspective.

{{{{{Laurie}}}}}

It's reading posts like this that make me wish I was Southern so my little bit of crazy would make more sense. Your honest and true and living out loud makes me feel better about me, and I'm guessing your honesty to yourself and the world makes you feel better about you. While you don't have it figured all out, while some days everything still falls apart, you still have the youness of you ... and Roy is so lucky to have you. Most days I honestly believe living with pets is far more fulfilling with living with humans! And honey, you are gorgeous. I've seen the pictures to prove it.

What fucking tall guy???????
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To my mind, if tall guy didn't think you were pretty enough, he just wasn't looking bloody hard (or deep) enough!! My thoughts are with you and Roy - Take Care (and tall guy should take his head out of his arse).

I'm a fairly new reader, but you sound a little bit wonderful to me. Tall guy is a schmuck. Ex is a schmuck too. I don't think you'll ever really know why he left, sweetie, and once you've managed to get your head back around how great YOU are, it won't matter in the least. Sending happy healing thoughts out to Roy.

Sometime this summer, I don't remember when it was exactly, I was checking out at the grocery store and the cashier (who was maybe 22 and maybe 105 pounds soaking wet) kept smiling at me like she had something to say and as I was writing the check, she said, loud enough for everyone standing near to hear, "You know, you have a really nice face," and before I could politely thank her she went on. "...Just think how pretty you would be if you were skinny." I nearly threw up. I am usually pretty quick with a retort but I was dumbfounded.

You are SO pretty, and if you want, I will kick the tall guy where it hurts. I'm mostly Yankee so it's okay for me to do that.

You are also not any crazier than the rest of us. Seriously.

Evidently radiators are tasty... my car went through two in one month this year -- on the freeway, no less. Once requiring me to stand on the side of the freeway in heels and a dress and to beg the tow driver to give me a lift to the bridal shower I was on the way to -- nothing like dismounting a flatbed tow with a giant froufrou gift in front of a tearoom in Old Town Pasadena because you're a single girl and therefore lack a boyfriend you can make come pick you up. I won one of the stupid bridal shower games, but I'm convinced it was just a pity win.

Then there was the time the stupid cat (not the favorite one) ate thread, and it cost $2000 to save her life. And too many other things to count.

If things like this _don't_ make you come a little unglued, that's when you'll know you're crazy.

Not pretty enough for WHAT? !!! Oh, the steam coming out my ears. You can be sure that if you had been, he would have rooked you good, one way or another. The "what" would have been for his benefit only.

Roy will be okay. The car will be okay. You are a hardworking woman who can take care of them.

And doll, talk all you want. We'll keep listening. Enjoy the holiday alone. I wish I could. One year my nephew peed at the table. This year, who knows.

Darlin' you have definitely had a day, week, month, year. You definitely earned it - and we love you just a bit touched. Aren't we all? Tall Guy... well, he's a friggin' idiot for saying that - and he deserves to be severely hurt. I'm sure we can come up with a thing or two to do... *grins evilly* You are beautiful, inside and out, and damn funny. A definite catch! Pardon my language (as my momma and aunties would die of shock to hear me say this), but he's nothing but a big asshat. lmao!

Oh, honey.... :( you want to come to my mom's house for Thanksgiving? We don't drink much, be we've got LOTS of crazy!

(sometimes, I realize how easy it would be to stay in my own little world in my head and not come out again... so you're not any more crazy than me. (now THAT'S reassuring))

See how it is with the crazy? I'm inviting someone I've met ONCE who probably doesn't even remember me to my mother's house.
(I was at Yarn Garden when Annie M. was there. We forced you to sign everyone's books.)

Sweetheart, the problem with Mr. X is his pure selfishness. Forgot the asshole--he's never going to be happy with anyone OR make anyone else happy. Also, Tall Guy is another waste of skin and time. Why don't these morons found a colony somewhere and stop inflicting themselves on good people?? You are lovely, funny, good crazy, kind and wonderful (for starters!) My best to Roy: feel better soon, kitty boy!

My 14yo male cat has within the last few weeks, started peeing on stuff. Tonight was the last straw, he peed on the the down comforter that was on my bed!!! I'm calling the vet tomorrow, I hope it's not as expensive as Roy. He is not acting like himself.

Hi Laurie,
Just stopping in to let you know that I've been reading awhile and I love your page! I think we're all a little bit "not quite right" and at least you're entertaining to a lot of us out here. Am sending Roy energy. Hope he comes through okay. Oh, and I'm cracking on Dr. Weil's plan myself. sigh.

I sometimes think everyone goes around pretending that everything in their life and family is normal because they think everyone else has this normal life and family and they don't want to seem different to everyone else - only they don't realise that everyone else is pretending as well. Until you all end up bumping into each other at the same doctor or clinic and then you discover virtually everyone you know is pretending!

If you are holding down a job and have your own place and can care for four cats as well as writing one of the best blogs on the internet, I think you are doing pretty well.

We all pray for Roy.

PS: Don't worry about what the tall guy said. He is a jerk and an arsehole. And he probably has a very small penis.

PPS: Can you imagine if you were LIVING with a prick like him? I know one girl whose partner decided to have a singles party at their home on a public holiday when she had to work. Not surprisingly, they are no longer together.

if you want to come to cold, cold pennsylvania, you're welcome to spend turkey day (or christmas, whatever) with my family. we're always ready for more. and don't worry, we're all "colorful" so you'll fit right in.

also, has roy ever been checked for hearworm? it's a common cause of feline asthma. and, you live in LA. warm areas are heartworm areas. not knowing anything about roy's symptoms other than you just said he has asthma, it's entirely possible your vet thought about this and knows it to not be a possible cause, but it doesn't hurt to ask.

Oh man.

First of all, men/boys don't know what they want. Trust me - there will be others!!

Second of all, the only person who would tell you that you aren't pretty is obviously a miserable individual. If you were happy and having a great day, would you say that to someone? Even *if* it were true?!?! Talk about being crazy! Besides, you're, like, Southern Barbie! Don't fret, you're FAB.

And thirdly, you're good-crazy! I spoke to my grandmother this morning and THAT is what I call crazy.

As the song goes, Don't worry - be happy!

Tall Guy is a wanker.

Hope Roy is soon feeling better. We need to see more pictures of him on the Internets!

Hope that Roy (and your Jeep) get better and stay healthy! Nothing worse than unexpected repairs....such a drain on the budget. But at least you had a really fun weekend. And you've got the whole damn knitty-blogosphere to keep you company. For realies!

Scratches to the Insane Kitty Posse...peace out!

here's a little bit of MY crazy. i teared up at SFknitter's comment about the furbaby passing away. Still missing them after 6 yrs. SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF!! Mine have a permanent case of "must touch the mommy at all times" and have been through thick and thin with me. My thoughts are with Roy. Who knows he's your favorite and knows it's a bad bad horrible no good time to leave right now. He was just jealous of all that attention you gave Drew.

i often describe myself as "a little touched in the head"

it's part of my charm

and yours

Ditto to all of the above - & a ray of hope for Roy & your jeep: My Thomas had allergies (I always thought he was allergic to people!) & asthma, & even though everyone else in the family kept saying he was gonna go anytime, for years - He lived to be 22 years old! And my '93 Jeep (we call him Hunk) is still kicking asphalt on the highway with over 256,000 miles on him (though right now poor baby needs a new muffler - he sounds like a Harley!)
P.S. You are in bee-yoo-tee-ful Living Color and totally unforgettable!! Mr.X & Tall Guy are in boring old B&W, obviously oblivious, and will just fade away into a gray void - devoid of all color, forgotten by the world...While you will be immortalized in the blog world by all your adoring fans; a movie will be made about your colorful life & all the female stars of Desperate Housewives & Lost will compete for the role of the beautiful leading lady CAP - the greatest competition of Hollywood starlets for a role since they cast Scarlett O'Hara! [So Ha! Mr Know-Nothing Tall Guy & Mr X!] (I bet I can take way longer than you to say goodbye! I can babble on & on for hours & hours - look! I'm doing it right now - oh, sorry; Ok, I'll stop now...) :>)

Yes, You have earned it..Take it from someone who has been in the boat!The Jerks of the world want to make themselves feel better by making you a target- beat them at their game and realize that You are the Best one!! Keep the cat(s), The Jeep, The Friends, and let the Jerks go torment someone else- you don't need them, they don't deserve your time! your efforts!! Have a wonderful Holiday inspite of them----Well that is it from MY SOAPBOX!!!!---

It's not you, it's them. A Little Bit Crazy = Not Boring, and when you meet the man who wants to wake up next to someone fun and witty and a bit OCD (because he will find it cute and charming) instead of someone "normal," he will make you see that you are very cool and too good to let get away.

Don't be swayed by the jerks.

And I'll keep Roy in my thoughts (me, coming off a $366 vet bill for my own cat).

Gimme an R! Gimme an O! Gimme a Y! What's that spell? ROY!!! Gooooooo, ROY!!!!

As for all the other stuff: please. You got issues, I got issues, all God's chillun got issues. (Yes, even we Yankees have issues. Some of us have subscriptions, even.) Anyone who can't come up with a better excuse than "you're not pretty enough" has more than you have time or shelf space for.

We're all alittle touched and not quite right.

I will keep Roy in my thoughts and prayers.

Whoever said you weren't pretty enough needs to be taken out behind the barn and shot becasue obviously he's blind as a bat.

not pretty enough? who over the age of 16 says that to a person? wtf! fuckwit. you are, you know. pretty enough. and if i met the guy i would tell him right off the bat that he sucks. because i'm a northerner and we're hard and impolite and we can do those things.

and i'm sorry about roy. may he and the jeep feel better real fast.

I HOPE that we're all a little touched, it would make things much more fun. I think we all are, but some people are more honest about it...I just keep thinking of Wheezer from Steel Magnolias (or all of them, actually) and would love to be as honest, caring and straight up as I think being a little touched makes you.

Praying for Roy... When my cat, Filthy (he was black, get it? Well, it was funny when you're 8 yers old!) left our family and moved to Alaska, he forever froze in my mind (and probably in real life too, it's cold up there!) I know that he has past on, but to me, my Filthy still lives in Alaska and sleeps near the woodstove.

I don't think it's wrong or odd to love your family, even if they have fur. Love Roy, and let him be spoiled. Besides, there must be an end to The Giant Monster Cat Thing sometime, and Roy must see it...

So what does it mean that I think you are totally normal?

I haven't seen my family on a holiday for the last ten years or so. The wine is the key for surviving that scenario.

Ditto everything Lawre said.

Ok, I had to turn off NPR for this.

I'm so glad you started a budget so you can pay for emergencies like this and not have to sell a kidney. Dave Ramsay would be proud.

Cats and cars cannot explain their sicknesses, cost an assload of money, and bring everyone down with them (just try to be in a good mood when your cat's sick). Tragic. Really. But it's a lot more fun to snuggle with the former, and totally worth the expense of saving them. My Sweet Kitty just decided to go outside, thereby ruling out my fear that she was slowly dying of dengue fever. Nope, just a bad mood, apparently. Sure wish she'd clue us in.

Not pretty enough, huh? That's lame. Could you challenge him to a darts game and give him 21 "something betters"? If L.A. is not only that superficial, but also that unoriginal, then maybe you should move. I'm just sayin'.

P.S. As the state welcome signs say, it'd be "like coming home" to Mississippi for the holiday. You're invited. I'm sure the Red Cross would pay to ship you here. We'll call you a relief worker and just keep it between us.

You're not crazy or 'touched' or whatever, you've had a rough ... what? year? coupla years?

Men, however, are not even vaguely normal. Do not let the asshole who kicks cats and tells pretty girls they're not pretty affect you in any way, because that would be LETTING HIM WIN.

When really he just needs to be castrated.

I like your kind of crazy. It completely matches mine, in an Isaac-Mizrahi-Target kind of way, funky & brightly colored but not exactly the same.
I am glad to read that you have excellent friends who make you laugh and remind you of all the good things that are in your life and are still yet to come. I wish there was a potion you could buy at Target that fills up the holes inside and erases the sadness in memories. And as someone who's spent plenty of her share of holidays alone, I can tell you this much: it's an extremely honest day, spent alone. I'd take it over stilted conversation and a fake smile plastered on my face, trying to be pleasant with my boss' family (did that one Easter), or even sometimes, the in-laws, because I'll always be on the outside of their family, no matter how long I am married. No pity looks from here, I am giving you thumbs-up and understanding. Enjoy some knitting & love thy cats.

If you ever need proof that Southerners are practically proud of their own personal Crazy People, read Florence King's "Southern Ladies and Gentlemen".

A great book and a great idea. I mean, just because a person is crazy is no reason they aren't funny and wonderful to have around. And I don't think you are crazy. Quirky, yes. Anxious about being Out of Control, yes. Who isn't in this world which is totally OUT OF CONTROL.

I have that one favorite cat, too. I wish often he was an actual man. Really, he's the only one that understands what loving me is: unconditional and constant, he's there when I wake up and he's there when I fall asleep, and he's there all the in between times, and he's so friggin happy about it he can't stop purring. That's what I want in a man.

You really broke my heart as I was reading this.
Oh honey...
you know we all are a little on the crazy side --I like to think that we just put the FUN into dysFUNctional!!

Two years ago, I spent $3800 for my dog to have surgery only to lose her 24 hours later. I was left with a huge vet bill and a pile of ashes. I think the vet should only get paid if the dog survives! Anyway... I would do it all over again. I hope Roy gets better soon. Oh, and Tall Guy is a complete Asshole!

Think of all the morons who will be creating massive traffic jams as they flock to an overcrowded airport in one big crazy cattle herd so we can fight over the last overbooked seat on a flight that is five hours late, just so we can sit down at the dinner table in front of a gigantic roasted bird, which we will not eat because we are vegetarian (ok, maybe that part only applies to me). A quiet Thanksgiving with wine and TiVo sounds perfectly happy. Just don't forget to eat some sweet potato pie, because pie makes everything better.

And really, anyone who says they aren't "a little bit not right" is totally lying.

my dog just had two slipped discs and spinal surgery. when my husband was laid off? never asked for a cent. i shamelessly begged for the money for her surgery. what can i say? if it were my kid? i'd do the same in a heartbeat.

also? you really don't want someone who doesn't want you. because you, m'dear, are a delight. and you need to have someone who really gets that. who's willing to walk through fire for you. i'm glad that you got some good travel out of it, at any rate.

take thanksgiving and use it as a time to dream. a time to think about those things that really make you thankful (like your beloved roy) and take note of all of your accomplishments (financial security is something to really be thankful for, too).

Oh Laurie.

I hope Roy gets better, the vet bills are no no fun. Hope you at least have a great vet to make you feel better.

As for tall guy, I can and will fly out to LA to beat him like the slime he is. (maybe because I too am a little stressed, and beating him up might make me feel better too)

As for Mr. X, same offer stands.

As for you on Thanksgiving, do whatever makes you feel happy. especially if that includes some of the wine. it's a holiday, do what makes you happy. whether alone or with friends and family.

Happy thoughts!
Christine
aka comment #8 gazillion ;)

Tall Guy obviously doesn't read your blog - to see you are as beautiful inside as on the outside.

I lost my favorite kitty in May; I'll pray that Roy sticks around with you for a long long time yet.

yeah, what they said about the crazy.

As for the tall guy. Arsehole. You are soooo pretty. I bought apples from a market stall in Portobello Road once, and the stall holder looked me up and down and said 'very nice'. My blood was already boiling when his mate turned round, did the same looksee and said, nah, too small.

Instead of throwing the apples in his face and shouting YEAH, YOU'D PROBABLY CRUSH ME WITH YOUR HUGE FAT BELLY YOU UGLY STINKING SCROTUM who works on a SHITTY MARKET STALL, what a CATCH, I instead walked away meekly with my apples. BASTARD. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think of him. Crazy, huh? TOO SMALL? YOU WANKER.

Fingers crossed for Roy. They break your heart, don't they?

Two things :

1. Clearly, if you aren't pretty enough, his penis is too small.

2. Maybe you hadn't heard, but on Thanksgiving YOU GET THE DAY OFF WORK!

Roy is my favorite of your cats, too. Is it weird that I've been all worried about him since reading that he was sick?

And you're very pretty. I wish I were half as pretty as you. So there.

Heavens Purl! YOU ARE OKAY. COLORFUL IS GOOD. Like so many of your other readers, I am also from south of the Mason Dixon (Virginia) and also the veteran of a broken marriage. And also the veteran of massive vet bills (trying owning 5 cats and a high level dressage horse!) and an aging car with alot of repairs. So, Hon, I hear ya. But really, you are doing just fine. Its okay to be a little wiggy from time to time, especially considering all that you are going through and dealing with. I wish I could sit down with you and have several glasses of wine and pound this into your pretty head, but I live in Bawlmer, and you live in Encino, so this email will have to do. Just keep telling yourself: "Colorful is Good. I am doing okay."

And at least you aren't telling people that the coops on commercial chicken farms are really giant interstellar communication devices built by and for the Space Aliens. I knew a horse vet from New Zealand who very seriously told me that once. (No, he NEVER touched my mare). Now THAT is Wacky-Koo-Koo-For-Coco-Puffs-Crazy.

He left because HE was not good enough for YOU. Repeat that in the mirror seven million times every day. And the tall guy was obviously a total idiot with the brain of a 12 year old. I say that because my 13 year old son would know better than to say that to a girl (of course, I raised him to know that!).
As for the pitying looks, they are not pitying, they are envious of you, who gets to hang out and knit and drink wine, and not drive umpteen hours on a parking-lot freeway only to be miserable at the in-laws for 3 hours and then drive back home with a car full of whiny kids, like they will.

Lots of happy sparkly thoughts are being sent your way from one Southern girl to another.
BTW, Thanksgiving has to be the worst holiday ever. It stresses everyone to no end. Last year I went on strike and stayed home and enjoyed every moment of crappy TV (but not so much the instant mashed potatoes).
Curl up with a bottle (or ten) of wine, some pretty yarns, the remote control, and all the kitties.
(And if you decide at the last minute that you want to fly down South, you can always join my family for the turkey and stuff---then you'll learn yet another definition of dysFUNction)

You're "not pretty enough?"
Hayaka! (Yes, that's a word: it's Japanese for clubbing a moron in the head with a five-iron.)

Wow, what a creep.

Anyway, words of encouragement go out to your most lovely self from your readership up here in the desert. Here's hoping Roy is feeling better and that the meds are working.

All our best,
Scott

On an episode of Designing Women, Bernice's relatives from California are trying to have her committed. Julia explains to them that in the South, people don't lock up their crazy relatives; you put them on the front porch in a rocking chair. "In the South, you don't ask someone if there are crazy people in their family. You ask which side of the family they're on." When the relatives ask Julia which side of her family has crazy people, she answers, "Both."

Hope Roy is feeling better.

Have you read "He's Just Not That Into You"? I think it would be helpful. I found the perspective to be extremely helpful. Because, really, if a man is going to up and leave or tell you that you aren't pretty enough, is he really the kind of guy you want in your life? Are those men the kinds of guys to waste so much energy for? Are they worth sacrificing yourself for?

Of course, knowing it and feeling it are different.

REally, you are quite lucky to have had thesee things happen to you: you won't have to stumble over those louses in the future.

Kitty and people love to Roy from Kim, Stella and Jessie.

You'd like the Stella the Cat too. She's a little not right.

Wait...wearing your bra on your head is wrong? The Tall Guy is full of shit - you are definitely pretty enough and funny enough and smart enough and and and and and. He's a tool. I hope Roy's OK. Crazy internets love from Texas.

My beloved Puddy (white striped blue-eyed boy from the Roy Clan)lost his left eye when he was a youngster. To this day I worry the most about him. I think my other cats Leon and Spot resent this, but I can't change it.
I have a picture of Roy taped to my computer. Tell him to hang in there and just be glad that you can get him to a doctor. What's money anyway if you don't have your Roy?

I hope Roy is feeling better. I am sending him kitty "feel better" vibes. Felix swallowed a saftey pin last week so I know what you are going through with a sick pet. I just don't know what I would do without him. Oh, I can't think about this stuff...I will start to cry...I did enough of that last week.

Oh, addressing the nasty guy comment...he just showed you his true colors...is is an a$$. Pay no attention to nasty men. He was just a little intimidated by you and had to make himself feel a little better. Power thingy.

HI Laurie:

I love your blog and the honesty with which you write. Normally I read and enjoy, but today I felt I had to comment.

1) You are doing GREAT! I'm impressed with all that you do, your humor, and you are going to be published in Annie's book.
2) Tall guy is an ass.
3) Ditto #2 for Mr X. You will probably never really know why he went. That is because he probably doesn't know why. Based on my experiences in life - my opinion is that he has some stuff going on in his head, and the sad thing is, where ever he goes - it will go with him. It wasn't you, honestly. BLESS YOU FOR CONFRONTING YOUR DEMONS INSTEAD OF RUNNING AWAY
4) Which brings me to #4. You are so strong - you deal with life head on and laugh. What a strong, independent, fun woman you are. At some point you will meet a terrific guy who loves your strength - not a bunch of insecure losers who need a "little woman" to make them feel better about themselves.

You rock.

PS - I hope Roy is doing better. He is a beautiful cat.

You are WONDERFULLY crazy. There is nothing wrong with that, I think it is something to take pride in. F the tall guy. They say bad things come in 3's.....so you should be done for now. Have some wine, flip people off behind their back (it works) and you will feel better.

Best wishes for Roy. Hang in there!

Crazy Steph from Arkansas.

oh, god... I SO hear ya...it's like your worst fear when you pets get sick. we are considering getting a pet insurance for our dog. as silly as it sounds, we won't have to worry about not being able to afford any necessary treatments for her if the need arises (she's 10 now). you can find out about different policies at your vet. and the car crap on top of it... we just dropped $600 on the brakes and the car is about to kick the bucket anyways, it leaks from everywhere and makes scary noises. hugs....hang in there...

I hope Roy feels better soon!

And tall guy that thinks you're not pretty enough? ASSHOLE, no, WORLD CLASS ASSHOLE, as in gold medalist in the asshole olympics!

Poor Roy! I hope he feels better.

Tell the stupid tall guy to stick it!

oh, yeah, and about that tall a*****e guy. f*** him. what a piece of crap. you don't need people like him to waste your time. and for the long weekend, rent (netflix) some Sex& the City. But start w/season 2 (1st one is no good). It's a brilliant show about women and men and many complicated relationships.

I was so puzzled by Tall Guy that I went and fetched a couple of male friends who were staying over, showed them some photos from your blog and asked, what do you think, looks-wise? One said, 'she's cute. Really cute. Lovely smile. Lovely eyes'. And the other said 'Where does she live? She's adorable,' and was clearly quite crushed when I explained you lived the other side of the ocean (I'm in the UK). So two English guys think you are most certainly pretty enough. And then the one who wanted to meet you read some of your blog too and wants to meet you even more. So I think the general consensus is, Tall Guy had head up his backside and was clearly looking at THAT not you when he made his infamous comment.

I have been reading your blog with a great deal of enjoyment for several months now. You are a very clever and funny (and cute!) lady and thank you for being so interesting and amusing. Best wishes for poor Roy as well.

Physical violence against Tall Guy and Mr. X, while very attractive, is both impractical and illegal. But, you know what isn't? "The Gas Curse" In every important situation in their pitiful lives from now on...gas. Uncontrollable, chili beans & broccoli flatulance. First date? Gas. Job interview? Gas. Speeding ticket? Gas. "Do you take Barbi Doll as your..."? Gas.

P.S. Satchel & Smokey send purrs.

I adore you and I adore your blog. Sorry things are tough right now... I hope Roy's ok.

I think you are more eccentric than crazy. And I'll bet you could hardly name one truly great artist or writer or thinker who wasn't a teensy bit quirky. If anything, maybe it's a sign that you're a different plane than the common folk - and that's not a bad thing!
On the pretty thing - your pictures looks very pretty! And you know what? Several years ago I went on a terrible internet date. The pictures I got were somewhat blurry in a flattering way (and, as I found out when I saw him in person) outdated. And he had the most disgusting case of dandruff that I have ever seen, and teeth like Austin Powers. Plus while in his emails he'd sounded smart and cool, in person he came off as more pompous than anything else. Anyway, at the time I was a size 4 and 5'7", I was running seven miles a day for exercise, and he had the nerve to tell me that (and I quote) "You're a little on the chubby side for my taste, but I guess it's okay... As long as you don’t put on any more weight!" This from a guy with such nasty dandruff that I found myself placing my drink on the other side of the bar because I was afraid of it getting in there, and teeth that looked like part of a halloween costume! Even though I didn't find him remotely attractive and I felt his pictures were very deceptive, I would never have dreamed of criticizing his looks to his face - that's just mean. The point is, some men are both tactless and extremely unrealistic in their expectations - the fact that this guy actually said that to you just proves he's a total jerk and very full of himself. Also, have you considered that he might have just said that because he sensed you weren't into him anyway and he wanted to be the one to shoot you down first?
Hope Roy feels better soon.

Hi Laurie,

Have you seen the book "Crazy Time" by Abigail Trafford? It chronicles all of the unbelievable things that happen after a divorce...like irrational behaviors, even risky ones. You might find it helpful....that and a good lawyer, accountant and this support group!

Laurie,
Just look at all this LOVE and VALIDATION! Obviously there are a whole sh*tload (yes, that's a word) of us who think you are, in so many ways, AMAZING! I know it's hard to imagine, but the day will come where you will be so, so grateful that Mr. X is gone. Because the "hole" he left makes room for Mr. Amazing to come into your life who will love you for everything that you are. You make my day, and that of so many others. We love our CAP!!

PS. I saw a cartoon once that showed a woman saying "Hey, I actually have some money left over this month" while at the same time the car is saying "Oh! I think I need a new radiator" and the fridge was saying "UUgggghh..I'm dying" and the dog was saying "Hack! I think I shouldn't have eaten that chocolate cake" etc. That's life in a nutshell, isn't it??

Laurie, we will all be better off when we accept that some men are just scum-sucking pig bastards from Hell and not worth our time. Not pretty enough? Jesus H. Christ. What the Hell do men want?

I hope tall guy meets a Britney Spears look-alike and lands himself a roaring herpes infection. That'll learn him.

You are very pretty, and very VERY funny. So you're a little on the nutty side, so what? Good things are always better with a little nuts mixed in, right? (Think brownies) You're so not alone there, as is obvious from the 73 posts before me. What the hell is normal? Who the hell WANTS to be normal? Where's the fun in that?

I will send Roy get-well vibes. He's such a cute little kitty cat, and such a good actor, and so lucky to have such a great mom.

I'm not feeling articulate this morning, but wanted to send my well wishes to Roy and Jeep.

Who says things like that on a first date?!? Someone who is obviously not all that comfortable in their own skin! And as easy as it is to *say* F*** Him, I know it is sometimes much harder to feel that way. But you'll get there -- don't worry about the timeframe.

Perhaps your next knitting project should be one of the voodoo dolls that somewhere a KAL exists for.

... Saralee and I have a wonderful way of dealing with stressful stuff like cars breaking down on the highway between Atlanta and Spartanburg, or cats getting sick ... Just repeat the mantra:

"THIS IS GOING TO COST ME A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF MONEY"

.. Once you get past that, stuff pretty much sorts itself out.

I came home yesterday to find my piece-o-crap homeowners insurance co. has dropped me .. no reason, just they want out of Florida, like every other insurance company, because they might someday have to pay a claim.

THIS IS GOING TO COST ME A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF MONEY ...

there .. better now.

Ah, my heart goes out to you for Roy. My favorite is CJ ... I've had her since she was born (over 15 yrs ago). Currently I have to give her a pill everyday because she has liver issues. :( But she and I both think it's worth it! This weekend a group of friends and I are celebrating Thanksgiving up in the mountains. We've rented a small cabin and are cramming 8 people, 2 dogs, 1 oversized hyper puppy, and CJ into it!!! You should come too! Bring Roy! Hell, bring 'em all! It will be a hoot! There will be much, MUCH good food, much knitting, maybe some board games, wine and more wine ... and did I mention the MUCH food?!!! Seriously! We do it every year! Come on out! Pretty please?!

just so you know, my boyfriend has watched me cyberstalk you for the past few months, and has been getting updates on your life thru me. when he finally saw a picture of you, he said "oh my god, she needs to get over that loser, she is WAY too attractive to waste her time on him." Yep, that was from a boy, unsolicited. So, the tall guy? Jackas--hole.

You. Are. Beautiful.
No kidding, not just saying. I see the pictures.
Anyway, mash up some real potatoes (boxed won't do), make gravy (packets are OK but get turkey flavor), get a biiig bowl and dive in. Comfort food. And wine of course.

Best to Roy.

Laurie, I wasn't drinking and I thought all the things we discussed at the car were EXTREMELY PROFOUND!!! I can hardly wait to get together again and talk some more.

Sending lots of cyber-hugs to you.

Oh! you poor baby.....I'm sending hugs and well wishes via brain waves..... my brain is a little slow it's an older model well wishes should arive within two hours

Reading your post and through the first eleventy thousand comments, only serves to support the notion that "Crazy knows crazy". And everyone is crazy about you.

And just for my edification, what's so bad about wearing your bra on your head? In my house, that's COMEDY!!!!

send tall guy my way.

i'll teach him that "pretty enough" just means willing to kick his dumb ass from here to connecticut.

and oooooh, i am pretty enough.

oh babygirl.

1) tall guy is a socially retarded fuckwit. No one with any sort of class says something like that to someone.

2) MUCH love and prayers to Roy.

3) everyone is crazy. EVERYONE. But I truly believe that when you don't let the crazy flow, when you try to be all perfect and "well adjusted" is when you become the most fucked up. Seriously. Those people are the truly scarycrazy ones. The ones that have nervous breakdowns. Real ones. Not crying fits or gabfests with friends for support. So don't worry at all, you're perfectly wonderful as you are.

and I'll probably kill, or at least beat someone up, to be as pretty as you are.

As a "big sister" here, I echo the "fun in dysfunctional" statement. I also want to come right there and kick some guy butt. 'Cause if I were as "not good looking" as you, I'd be working it all over town - blonde, smiley, beautifully proportioned face - classic! Friggin' idiot!

And Roy? *sigh* Again, I echo the comment that I would spend my last penny on my cats. And go into debt. And probably sell my soul. Keep us posted, Purl darlin'.

I hope Roy gets better...quickly.

Ok, first of all, we're all a bit "tetched" (as my gramma would say) in our own ways. Some people just manifest it in an outward way, while others just stew in their own juices.

And second, what kind of fuckmuppet (pardon my language) would say that you're not pretty enough? Pretty enough for what? WHAT AN IDIOT!!

Ok, I'm done now. :)

OK, so this is probably going to be a lot of repeats - but:
1) Bad things happen in threes - you've hit three - you're done!
2) People who need to bring other down, obviously have serious self esteem issues (and not the regular ones like we ALL have - but a serious need to make others feel like crap because they could never cope with letting someone feel good - says something eh?) I can't tell you how many men have said things that I could never figure out - one date told me I needed counselingand to lose some weight in the same sentence - I just thank God that he made his jerkiness so apparent - it was easy to see that he should be disposed of)
3)colorful = GOOD!
4) Make your own thanksgiving - that's what I did years ago and started a tradition (unknowingly) of being with a very good friend - now, I can't get away from that unless I am back home. it's nice to knwo that I have a place to go no matter what man I am dating or what's going on with my family. (you can even order the dinner and not have to cook!)
5) big hug - life only gives us what we can handle - sometimes it just sucks.

Normal is boring and highly overrated. It's also something that is imposed on us wonderfully creative and wild people by boring people. Screw 'em.

I've got a diabetic cat named Jesse who costs almost as much in vet visits as Roy seems to. And he's not leaving me anymore than Roy is leaving you. Thinking of you both.

Oh Laurie, How I love thee.. How I wish you lived in Idaho so you could come to my house for some freshly butchered turkey, and fixins'..... Sending (((BIG HUGS))) prayers,and positive vibes your way sister.
Heidi

Laurie,
Just curious -- whenever you start talking about truly crazy (as in not just colorful, fun and eccentric but actually barking mad, scary crazy) people, you mention wearing a bra on one's head. Where did you get this image? Did some friend of yours have a crazy great-aunt who did this?

Also, I've been reading you for a few months now and I'm not seeing the barking mad type of behaviour. I'm seeing an awesome, fun and a bit eccentric woman who's having an extremely tough year and is coping with it as gracefully as possible.

Granted you're probably not putting the thoughts that you consider to be "really not right" out here on the internets, so we may be seeing mostly the charming stuff. If that's true, then get yourself to a *good* therapist (finding the right one may take a couple of tries) and work that stuff out of your head. That said, please note that truly looney-tunes people don't generally know that they're nuts. So the fact that you think you're "not right," kind of means you're more or les "right."

I haven't been through a divorce (counting blessings and being thankful), but I've watched a few up close and personal. The whole process seems to be designed to mess with self-worth and the picture of yourself that you carry in your mind. It's totally worth it to ask a really good therapist to hold up a metaphorical mirror so that you can see yourself again in that more objective light. The person you'll see will be the person that all of your readership sees.

Obviously, you must be shining a pretty strong light if all these people from all over the world who have never met you feel compelled to send you this outpouring of love.

Also, my husband, who has excellent taste in female beauty, saw your photo and said, "That's Crazy Aunt Purl?! She's gorgeous!"

Also, also, Roy is my favorite of your kitties, too and I'm wishing him and his fang a full an speedy recovery.

Here's hoping that Roy gets past whatever is making him sick (fang envy?). Karma will kick Tall Guy in the nuts - assuming none of us get to him first. You are fabulous and even when you don't know it for yourself, your hundreds of fans do!

I forgot to mention...you are handling your situation much better than most...

you're "not right"???.......I'm sitting here with tears streaming down my face worried about Roy...a cat I've never met who belongs to a girl I've never met but who I have come to care about.........talk about "not right".....

my 10 cats and I are all sending love and purrs to you and your cats (oh yeah, 10 cats, that's normal)

Crazy people live longer - like to 70 when they get their own "attendant". Fuck 'em.
My first Jeep ate carborators (spelled wrong, but nobody uses them anymore so it doesn't matter) and power steering pump hoses. My second one didn't eat anything, but committed suicide (upside down in a ditch). I think there's a third one in my future.

So, you're a little bit touched... eh... whatever. (I think everyone I know is touched in their own special way.) We'll all be here for you anyways. :)

Laurie, I hope Roy is feeling better soon. What does the vet say about his condition?

I also think tall guy is an A$$ and should be destroyed.

Also, were you ever a Designing Women fan? Julia Sugarbaker says, "we in the south don't hide our crazy family, we put them in a rocking chair on the front porch for the world to see." Oh how true! And I have referenced her once already today so why not twice.

I don't care if he was tall, short, fat, thin or bald... any guy that tells YOU that you're not 'pretty enough' is not worthy of YOU.

And 'pretty enough' for who by the way? For him? Fuck him. Well, no, don't do that because HE is not 'fuckworthy enough' for you.

sheesh. Some people... you just want to slap their mothers.

I know this sounds weird in a blogstalker kind of way, but you are welcome to join me at an "Orphans" Thanksgiving in Altadena. Me, Melise and Viv are all family-less and are cooking just for us. And I'm not a weirdo! I actually just worked a play with your friend Shannon. She can vouch that I'm not crazy-weird! And there will be knitting and much food and good wine. Please come! E-mail me if you are interested and I'll get you directions...

I can't believe I'm about to swear in someone else's blog comments. But:

Shit on the tall guy.

Love you, darlin. And your little kitties, too.

Laurie: You aren't crazy! If you were, you wouldn't know it. Loveable, fantastic, clever, amazing - and pretty as hell.

F*ck the tall guy. No, wait, he's not worth it.

Wineglasses raised to you and Roy. (((((Virtual hugs)))))) all around.

You rock, Auntie Purl.

Finally decided who you remind me of -- Bridget Jones, (with a Southern accent)! So, when they make a movie of your life, (and they WILL), I think that the very beautiful Renee Zellwegger should play the very beautiful YOU, and that Colin Firth (or George Clooney? or _insert_favorite_handsome_actor's_name_here_?) could play the handsome AVERAGE-height guy whom you will meet within the next year and who appreciates you for JUST. WHO. YOU. ARE.

Prayers for Roy. Sick kitties always make me cry. I had a dream two nights ago that one of mine was laying on her side in the middle of a busy parking lot, and I was, (of course), freakin' out in the dream, thinking she had been hit. I woke up and got out of bed to find her and make sure she was all right. It still haunts me....

Laurie~

So sorry about Roy and da Jeep. You're beautiful, don't let anyone tell you different.

Huge hugs to you, Roy and the jeep. It helps to be a little crazy.

Huge hugs to you, Roy and the jeep. It helps to be a little crazy. It is very worrying to have a sick cat. I've got one with diabetes and she is very sick.

I have to say my best Thanksgiving and Christmas have were spent alone doing whatever I wanted hanging out -- watching TV, movies, lovely sleeping and reading...Go see the Harry Potter movie...Go order a really nice dinner take it home and chill chile.

As far as being crazy...there must be quite a few of us out here...and that makes everyone else...a bit boring, perhaps?

I'm really concluding that a lot of men just don't like smart creative women who look "normal' ...it's like we should "look" eccentric or special somehow. They just can't handle us...too damn bad. I am really over that b***s***; even the guy I'm seeing now, probably is not that into me...I'm an escape for him; that's okay -- I'm way ahead of him.

peace, girl

Laurie, tall guy is obviously a shallow jackass who would not ever deserve you and no woman needs shallow. (and you can tell the jackass I said so).

I'm praying for dear Roy. Yes, I know exactly what you mean. My favorite kitty was Sam and though I now have five more, no one comes close, though I love them all. If Roy is fighting and still has good quality of life. then you keep fighting for him.

Hugs!

Oh, Laurie, no wonder you said you weren't ready to date! What kind of jerk would say that? Actually, I know. I think I dated him. And I'm a total babe, like you.

Yes, there are lots of frogs and only a few princes, but there are plenty of in-between guys, who may not be Mr. Right, but may be, as they say, Mr. Right Now.

Really, you should sleep around a bit - you know, carefully. It's a very liberating, perfectly normal post-divorce thing to do. You will stop thinking of s*x as part of the marital covenant, so effing sacred (I'm theorizing you feel this way, but really I'm talking about me after my divorce) and find out that it can just be a great recreational activity - a good way to pass the time, distract yourself from your woes, and learn how to deal with lots of different men. Not just the a55holes like Tall Guy.

Start thinking of yourself as a sexy, carefree person and you will be that person.

Don't let this one frog turn you off all men. There are some pretty good ones out there, really.

Titan's getting to the point where, after a long walk, he'll curl up on a raised soft surface, like my bed or the couch, and...when I call his name...he struggles and struggles to get his feet under him because his hips have stiffened up. I want to cry a little bit more every time I see it. But he's not leaving me anytime soon, either! I've already started saving for replacement hips! Also, it's dead clear to the world just how gorgeous you are, so forget tall guy and Mr. X. Laurie, if you for just one second could understand just how beloved you are, you'd never have problems again!

My Jeep's clutch slips occasionally. I'm babying it.

O, I got all ready to cry when I read about Roy. I can understand how scary that must be, really, if my olive... ooohkay. Tearing up at work. Great. Anway, as for your mental state, dude, thats a lot of stress. You have every right to go stark raving and the fact that you haven't means you are so SOLID dude.

And The Tall Asshat? Girl, so far you have 111 comments telling you that you kick ass and are loved.... something tells me he couldn't say the same. Ya know? You can't help it he has really bad taste anyway.

Hugs to you and mr. Roy.

I also am 'not quite right', and proud of it. I have never in my life loved someone who wasn't 'not quite right' - it makes you who you are. Being 'not quite right' when you live/work among 'normal' people can be really hard, but I wouldn't have it any other way!

Didn't you ever wonder why SO MANY people identify with you and love reading your blog?? You write about being YOU, with all the quirks and stuff that entails, and people recognize that and understand it.

And with Roy? I completely understand. I have been known to bite the head off any vet who might even hint that in order to save my beloved cat there would be 'significant cost' involved. Grrr. You don't count up the dollars when you are trying to save something you love. Is there a financial limit beyond which you should lose interest in your pet??? Sheesh.

Also, I for one would happily and readily and immediately donate to a Roy Fund.

And a Find the Tall AssHat and Give Him a Beatdown Fund.

Ooh. I know what you mean about the live-in best friend thing... and the pets... :(

But it'll get better. At least that's what everyone keeps telling me. ;-)

Laurie, I'm probably repeating my ass off here, but you're totally RIGHT, not "not quite right." The thing is, and I really believe this, if for nothing other than my own sanity, is that you and I are normal. We feel what everyone else feels, we're just honest about it. Curse those fuckers who pretend everything is okay. I figure they're probably so constipated they can't see straight.

Sending good, healing thoughts to you and Roy.

Sometimes holiday-time sucks.

Underneath the "touched" part of you, you're a strong person. You know it, deep down. Really.

If instant mashed is what you want, then have it with a glass of wine.

And give Roy a kiss from me...but not the icky kind. OK?

Laurie, I hope you have the energy to read all these comments! I can't help but chime in.
First, healing vibes coming your way for Roy. You'll know when/if its time to let him go. Animals have a way of letting you know (well, Kyah did).

I have a Mr. x too. But, he wasn't the one to leave, I was. It wasn't about him, it was about me, what I wanted for my life. In your case, it might help you to accept that your Mr. X had to do what he had to do for his own life. Yup, it hurts to realize that you couldn't be part of it, but its not fair to drag yourself down with it. Cut him loose- and thereby set yourself free too. It will happen. You're on the right track, building a better life for yourself.

Hang in there Laurie.
Love your blog. Your sweetness, strength, and humour are a gift to the blogsphere.
Laura

I stumbled upon you today. Could not stop reading. What a wonderful person you seem to be. Soon to be x "watta a douche", Tall guy moron. You will be fine there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you that time and mood altering drugs can't fix.

Oh Laurie,
Tall guy is going to be spending a lot of lonely nights pleasuring himself. If YOU aren't pretty enough, then his standards are way too high. Besides, every one of my men friends tell me that crazy women are better in bed (when you get to the point of wanting to do that again).

Mr. X didn't need to find his creativity, he needed a new freakin' shirt and to have his head examined. No, seriously, I was looking at your vacation photos (because I never get to go anywhere) and the guy was wearing the same red shirt everywhere you went. Girl, you are far too fiesty and vibrant to be stuck with a guy who can't find a different shirt to wear. Amen!

Cat story: One day in January in Pennsylvania, my beloved James got stepped on by the big galoot fixing my heater. I was sick; I had no voice. I drove my old Pontiac to the vet. It broke down a 1/2 mile from the vet. I walked along the side of the highway, with cars whizzing past me, carrying my poor Jamesy whose foot was bleeding because the galoot ripped his claw out.
Smooch Roy for me. He's my favorite too because I have a brother named Roy and I have asthma.

Oh my. All I can say is - with all that's happened, if you weren't a bit "touched" you'd be some sort of stoic robot. And who wants to be a robot? Or hang out with or read about a robot? Not this chick. But I'm just stating the obvious. Hang in there, Laurie - we'll all pulling for you and Roy and your Jeep.

So...Kat (up there with the CJ kitty reference) just emailed me and said I have to invite you for Thanksgiving too because if we both do it then you have to come.

Seriously. Lots of food...an obscene amount of food...lots of wine. We're all a bit nuts. And did I mention the hot tub? And the knitting? We're all knitters.

And? You can bring Roy. He can wear the sweater I'm knitting for my little dog. She's probably too fat for it anyway.

don't know if you'll read all the way down to this comment but...my dog has chronic allergic bronchitis and is on a steroid inhalant therapy. it really really helps his breathing and coughing. i know they have inhalers and face masks for kitties too. just thought it was worth a mention. good luck to roy.

One more time...because I forgot...

Sending lots of love to Roy!! He's my fav!

My Keko is about 16 (not really sure as she is a hurricane orphan from the one in Florida about 12 years ago?) and has had a bad leg since before I got her. Every time I take her to the vet I panic thinking the vet will find cancer or something. The same for my big dog, Friday who is 13. (I've lost several dogs to cancer.)

I can't imagine any sane, healthy person not doing everything they can to save a friend.

I once had a guy (that I was currently calling my "boyfriend") tell me my nose didn't go with my face. I said, "If that's the case your penis doesn't go with my vagina."

F*&@ the men in this town and their shallow perceptions of beauty. You are so obviously a wonderful, talented person with loads of adoring fans. Just check your Frappr map for evidence of that.

And Roy will get better, how could he not with a fan club like you? I wish him well.

As for the Jeep, well three times is the charm there. Don't put any more money into it than you could sell it for on Autotrader. I am going through a similar deal with my Ford Phonus...I mean Focus. Maybe next year we'll both have new car payments?

yes of course i read all the way down, an embarrassment of riches, thanks ya'll. clearly i should drunkblog more often ... plus, wow! who whould have thought there were so many people who embrace crazy out there?

Crazy?? Nope, not you. And the Tall Guy -- a fucktard. Been reading your blog and wanting to tell you that the whole getting past the divorce thing gets much better after a while. At least your ex didn't try to keep your sewing machine, your medieval gowns, and your diplomas, saying they all belonged to him! Hugs to Roy and you, from a Northerner in the South.

my thoughts are you with and Roy. My best friend, Wally, was just in the kitty ICU at the U of Mn Vet Hospital. This is the 2nd time in two years. And I did take the day off. He is home now and doing fine, but I would go into debt if I had to to keep him healthy.
The tall man is a jerk, not worth even thinking about.
You are fabulous- don't forget that.
I have spent Thanksgiving alone- and it is just fine. I look forward to the time spend at home relaxing. Especially after hearing my family complain about each other.

A) You are beautiful. I would kill for your cuteness!

B) Men suck ass on occasion. Especially those with tiny weenies.

C) Being crazy is good. I'm the sole crazy nutjob in my family and I'm damn proud of it. And only way to tolerate family functions is with lots of booze. I'm grateful my entire family subscribes to that belief otherwise I'd never see them... I would so stay home and eat mashed potatoes and get liquored up. Go on with your bad self girl! Bust out the turkey fancy feast for the kitty gang!

D) Hugs and Scritchies for Solo-fang Roy! Hang in there Fang Boo!

Ok.... so that tall guy couldnt admit that you were way soooo far BEYOND HIM in ABSOLUTELY every category.....so he came up with some 8th GRADE CRAP!!!!! That comment sooooo takes the caveman award of 2005 !!!!!! Go buy yourself the book"All Men are Jerks Until Proven Otherwise"
It should be standard issue for all females after 16.Take it with you everywhere.Read it over and over. This is a reference book baby. You will need to bust it out over and over again throughout your life.( I know this because I am 41 and only recently have not had to read it Finally!!)I have loaned mine out over a dozen times and If I were rich I would have bought cases of them to hand out to any girl in need!!It's THAT IMPORTANT!!!So sorry to hear about Roy!!!There are always other vets for more opinions!! Follow your instinct!!!I LOve your blog!!so many fans!!Group HUg!!!!!

He didn't leave because you're crazy, he left because he's crazy,... obviously.

--Dave

You're shy stalker (meaning that I love you but won't wait outside the bushes or anything)...
You make me laugh You make me smile You make me feel ok about my crazies You are there for me and for everyone else You bring so much to so many There is a reason for everything And you are there for us...that is my thought anyway....you carry so many of us thru each and every horrible-awful-almost leave your car in the parking lot traffic and do the whole "Falling Down"/Michael Douglas thing....so yes I am selfish that your pain has brought us all such solice....but there is a reason/a greater good...and you are it. Have a wonderful Holiday (I will be at work) and know that you in the hearts of MANY!!!!

Tall guy - a loser with low self-esteem who has to put you down because he can't handle the beautiful (and smart/funny) woman you are. He's so beneath you!

I have a spare kidney we can sell if you need it to save Roy!! I'd even sell my yarn stash if you needed it, Buttah Bean.

Everyone's already said it, but it's true - Tall Guy has a small penis, and you're gorgeous. And I'm not just saying that...I didn't have to say anything at all.

Cheers to you, my strong, single sister - raise your fancy glass of sparkly wine, and toast your strong, hottie, marvelous, enviable self! Do you know how many of your blogstalkers would kill to have the talent that you have in your pinky finger??

I know, I know, it's nice when the men appreciate us too. But hopefully all of this blog love and support helps.

XO

We love you. It's not you that's crazy, it's everybody else.