Egads! A Meme? HERE?

I Gave In

So, a good friend of mine tagged me with this task. I don’t normally give in, but I was pretty entertained by her list, so I figured I would do it…

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.

Of course, I am not going to be tagging anyone else with this, as I hate doing that. However, I figured coming up with 25 random things might be fun. In fact, I might come up with more. So here goes…

30 Randumbs

  1. My name means earth worker.
  2. The word meme means boob in Turkish.
  3. I have two brothers and they are both taller than I am (I’m 6’1).
  4. I enjoy practicing martial arts.
  5. I normally dislike the hell out of memes. I only fulfill them once in a while. And even when I do I don’t follow the instructions.
  6. I play several kinds of musical instruments. Of course, I don’t play any of them as well as I would like to.
  7. I’m actually quite shy.
  8. I also don’t like Facebook Apps (for the most part).
  9. I honestly believe that there are not enough true compliments in the world. Too many people spout crap because they think they have to, or because they want to get ahead. If I truly like something, I will tell you. If I don’t, I will tell you, or more likely I will say nothing about it.
  10. While I appear to have a lot of friends, most of them are in the periphery. I have a cadre of close friends whom I cherish. Of course, if you have to ask if you’re in it, you might not be. 😉
  11. This made me very happy. This year will see the addition of many more of these to our circle. It’s an exciting time.
  12. In University I studied Russian, Spanish and French. I will never admit to speaking any of these.
  13. Naruto and Lord of the Rings are two of my favourite sagas.
  14. I used to love to read. I’m rediscovering that love again.
  15. Putting a beloved pet to sleep is not easier than pulling the plug on a person. I don’t know if that sounds wrong or not, but it is certainly true.
  16. I think Facebook is an interesting idea. However, it takes all of the insecurities and complexes we used to have and puts them in electronic form. Most of the time I find that people just like to have friends to say they have them. I don’t usually say no to friend requests because of my insatiable curiosity. But I have had more failed “let’s do lunch” requests than I care to count.
  17. On the flip side… Recently I had lunch with a friend who I last saw about twenty years ago. She was one of the only girls in my class that always managed to make me feel like a somebody. It was great to reconnect. It’s amazing how much and how little we change. I enjoyed myself immensely. I realize that the people that I would like to spend time with are not necessarily the “close friends” I had back then (there are exceptions). In fact, there are a small number of people who I’ve always found interesting that I would like to rekindle friendships with.
  18. I write articles for this site. The editor-in-cheese is a great friend of mine.
  19. Every year for the last few years I’ve participated in a 24-Hour Movie Marathon. Not all the movies are good.
  20. I am an amateur photographer that wishes to become more someday.
  21. I have a black belt in Goju-Ryu Karate-Do. I’ve been doing some form of Martial Art or another for many years. I finally settled on this particular discipline because I really like my Sensei and the work ethic.
  22. Being a parent is about toeing the line between praising too much and too little. Insecurity lies on either side of the tightrope. I don’t know if I’ll be the best parent ever, but I’m going to give it my best shot.
  23. When my daughter was born I gained all kinds of fears about my own mortality. I also gained a new kind of energy and a different kind of happiness than I had before.
  24. I can’t stand it when people place themselves above others, especially when there is no real basis for it.
  25. Algonquin Park will always be one of my favourite places in the world. I know it’s not crown land, and it’s not free to camp there. But for some reason it resonates with me.
  26. I have a hero complex.
  27. I love to cook.
  28. My wife and I once made a deal that I was not allowed to die before her. In 2001 I had a serious car accident. The first thought that went through my head was, I am not allowed to die. Mrs. J would be really pissed off.
  29. My favourite colour is Blue.
  30. I love my family.

Welcome, Teddy

Humpy Ahoy!

A little while ago, Dave made a twenty dollar bet with his wife that their newborn son would look more like him than her.

Well, on Tuesday he won that bet. Allow me to introduce you to Teddy…

A spitting image of his dad.
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Okay, Maybe I’m Lying

Perhaps he doesn’t look exactly like that, but hey! I’m just trying to help a brutha’ out!

Now stop gawking and go go wish them well!

Logan’s Run

Little Buddy

I have previously related the story of the origin of our cats so there is no real need to go into how Logan entered our lives. It is somewhat interesting to note, however, that he didn’t look like a cat so much as he did some large black rodent. He was a twitchy, spazzy ‘fraidy cat. But in a way it was somewhat endearing.

The little black rat.
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Kitten Kaboodle

As a kitten, Logan had a heart murmur. He was always the less adventurous of the two, opting to stay in the pet carrier when we brought him home. Laila had pretty much explored a good chunk of our rental unit while Logan stayed behind in the bathroom waiting for her to come back. He relied on her for a lot in those days, as she showed him where to find his food and where to go to the bathroom. He had a love/hate relationship with toys that made crinkly noises.

Logan doing his best Bowie impersonation.
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Growing Into His Head

As he got older, he gained a little more confidence and a lot more mass. He was still a very nervous cat. He was also quite thick, to be honest. He was horrible at gauging distances, and often slammed into things while chasing after flies and running to see pigeons at the windows. One of my favourite stories involves him sitting in the office gazing off into the distance. Suddenly, a bird alighted on our deck rail and Logan became a graceful shadow of action. He bolted across the floor, leaped onto the bed and in one bound pounced toward the bird. Lucky for the bird the newly-cleaned sliding glass door had recently been cleaned, causing our poor hero to appear cartoon-like as he smacked into the pane and slid to the floor. He stood up, shook his head and walked away, casting rueful glances at his former quarry.

From zero to hero. Not too shabby as appearances go.
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Comic Relief

Those who knew Logan knew his penchant for the role of the Jester. Whether or not he did this intentionally is up for debate. Well. Maybe not. In any case it was certainly entertaining. Whether he was chasing his tail on precarious perches, or scrambling around like a fearful maniac, he was a constant source of amusement. Even when he was on medication for one of his infections, he still managed to deliver the goods. He put his all into his role.

He also seemed to grow more crotchety every year, picking on Laila for reasons known only to him. She was pretty tolerant of it all. She would fight back, not allowing him to get away with things. If some foreign cat found its way into the house, she would defend him from the interlopers, because he just didn’t have the balls for combat.

Logan making one of his Comedy Faces™, and cleaning Laila, probably just before biting her on the noggin.
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On the Move

When we made the decision to move a few years ago the cats did all right in terms of adjusting to their new surroundings. Even Logan – with all of his nervousness – seemed to do well in the new environment. The real challenge, though, was yet to come: The inevitable arrival of Baby J.

We made sure that the cats knew something was happening by letting them spend time in the nursery. I admit that there were times where they probably didn’t want to be as involved in everything but they were pretty patient.

Here we see Logan being very patient with me while I was practicing swaddling. In the other picture he’s chilling on the top of the couch, staring out the bay window.
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Baby J really liked Gogan. Considering her first word was cat, it’s no surprise. Logan had a love/hate relationship with Baby J, hissing and swiping at times, and then letting her manhandle him at others. It was very strange. Even though he was shy and stayed away from most people that visited our house, he was the first of the two cats to allow the baby to pet him.

The end, unfortunately (or fortunately) came very fast. I won’t really go into it. Suffice to say that he didn’t really look that sick. He just looked tired and skinny. Each of us spend some special time with him in his final week.

Logan doing what was unfortunately typical for him in the end. Just resting.
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A Good Boy

Logan was a big pain sometimes. He would endlessly whine for food and he would mess up the house. He ate food off the counter and snacked on inedible things. He picked on Laila, hissed at the baby and could be downright weird. But he was our little guy.

For all of these strange things, he was also very affectionate and sweet. He was with us when times were not so good. He made us laugh and when we were down he’d cheer us up. I like to think he knew that he was loved. In the end, he was surprisingly brave and was very peaceful.

I will always remember Logan this way. He was certainly a handsome devil.
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A Battle Lost

Logan Loses the Fight

Today, after careful consideration, we elected to put our beloved neurotic cat to sleep.

The past few weeks have been filled with angst, frustration and, honestly, bilious piles of orally ejected cat food (to put it politely).

A few weeks ago, Logan couldn’t really keep anything down. Never really being a worry-free cat (having had a heart murmur as a kitten and several bladder infections and crystal buildups to his credit), we immediately suspected that this was something more than hairballs.

The poor little guy was just having a rough go of eating. After having thrown up everything he ate one morning, he just continued to do so at random intervals. All day. This doesn’t bode well when your stomach contains nothing. The mere sound of food landing in their bowls would send him into convulsions and his water intake was down.

After analysis at the vet, they couldn’t find anything wrong with him (they took x-rays), but informed us that not all materials show up in x-rays and that given the configuration of his digestive system, the probable location of a blockage was the stomach exit. If the condition continued he would require detailed analysis and surgery.

They prescribed anti-vomit medication and gave him an injection of subcutaneous fluid to keep him hydrated for a few days. He wasn’t getting better. He would vomit the anti-vomit medication and would not eat. For a few days after, he seemed to get better, but relapsed back to the miserable state he was in before we took him to the vet.

We couldn’t afford the surgery. We couldn’t even afford the detailed analysis, really. And even if we could, the fact that while we did love him, Logan was a goofball that ate everything from carpet to foam, it was a question of whether or not trying to save him would actually stop him from being in the same predicament again.

So the family said their goodbyes (Little J said bye bye Gogan and gave him a kiss on the forehead) and I took him in to be euthanized.

It’s amazing how such a small creature can break your heart.

I miss him already, even if he could be a pain in the ass.

Goodbye, Logan
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I’ll write more soon about our little furry friend tomorrow (good stuff, I promise). I need to get some sleep because I am tired.

2008 -> 2009

All the Best

Can you say busy?

My grand blogging plans seem to have all evaporated in the face of a combination of valid reasons as well as procrastination.

So, I’ll just sign off for 2008 by saying thanks for all the memories, and looking forward to an awesome 2009!

Yeah. Cheers all!