She said it wasn't me

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Shaunie O'Neal

Ok so I love Shaunie from Basketball Wives.

Let me say at the outset that I am truly ashamed of my affection for both this show and for this woman.  Trash TV is so not my thing.  Usually.  However, for all the Shaunie-haters out there, I wanted to real quick say why I'm feeling her as opposed to those 'other chicks' on Basketball Wives.

First she is part owner of the show.  She took some of Shaq's money and leveraged her a production deal.  Hey, it may be trashy and somewhat staged, but when every other Hollywood has-been is trying to come out with a fragrance, or a clothing line, she's doing something different.  And its working!  Kudos for being more than just a pretty face.  Apparently theres a noggin worth a lil somethin' between those ears of hers.

Secondly, speaking of pretty faces, all the women on BBW are kinda pretty.  I'll go ahead and admit it.  But personality?   Please!  They all leave me wanting to gag like REALLY??  Am I to really believe that these thirty-five plus women are fixing to brawl in the streets?  If so, thats the most unattractive thing ever.  But it makes for good television, I guess.  Shaunie, on the other hand, is usually the peacemaker.  She never gets into heated verbal assaults on the other girls, and she never really engages in the gossip except to the extent she's dragged into it by others.

Regarding other women who have slept with her husband, you can kind of understand her hard line with those people, but hey.  Its Basketball, and those are the breaks.  Handle yourself with some class, right?  Thats exactly what Shaunie has done.  Tami looks like she's going to fight everyone on EARTH before its over with.  Suzy is going to talk about everyone, Royce is clueless, and so is Jennifer.  Although I will say that Jen has a little bit of dignity to me...except when it comes to her husband.  And her choice in friends.  At the end of the day, I believe Evelyn is the worst of them all.  She thinks she's better than everyone, and superficiality is the order of the day most every episode.  Grow up Evelyn!

So thats my thing.  Piano Manny likes Shaunie and that's that.  She's the better of the feminine evils on that show and I wish her all the best.  I'll be shamefully tuning into Season 3 of Basketball Wives.  Tune in with me on May 30 Memorial weekend, and let me know what you think!!

Kitty Cat Spray-cation

Google said my cat was peeing everywhere because his litter box may not have been as clean as he'd like it to be, so I scrubbed it, re-littered it, and kept it as clean as possible: but still the incessant spraying continued.  It all started about twenty-one days ago, on a cool night in early March.  Snow was still on the ground, and my cat was starting to get on my nerves.  Happy is his name, probably not because of his disposition, but because the entire litter was named after feelings; Naughty, Nice, and so forth...  I gradually began to treat the cat differently once my nerves were engaged, and over time began to smell awful amonia-like smells in my apartment.  I had to wash loads of laundry incessantly due to the rising frequency of what I thought were accidents.  After it appeared to be sufficiently chronic behavior, I did what any normal person would do and consulted the Internet to self-diagnose my cat's issue.  But that didn't work.  And here I was thinking Google knew EVERYTHING!

And so it continued;  under the bed, in my laundry hamper, in my shoes, on my briefcase...ugh!  So stinky!

Eventually I got frustrated with Happy (who clearly was not) and with this last amonia-filled declaration of discontent I ...wait for it... I spanked my cat.  I feel terrible about it, I got a few scratches to go along with my bruised consciousness but all things considered neither he, nor I are any the worse for wear.

Here's the rub:  I saw another video recently that stated whole other reasons why my cat could be spraying.  Basically said that when my routine changes, or when company's over, or when he isn't feeling loved in the usual way, he can become stressed.  Turns out that when an un-neutered male cat is stressed out, he begins a regimen of spraying to cope with his emotions.

So now I'm feeling like he was trying to communicate his feelings of being unloved, or less-loved that he's used to feeling with me.  Awe.  And I wasn't understanding.  I missed all the clues, but looking back - they were there.  Happy creeping up wanting his daily rub, which I haven't had time for, him wanting to chill and cuddle and me not having time for lately, totally ignoring the tuna treat I prepared for him - Happy needs love to be happy.  And he wasn't getting it from me.

I had no idea Happy depended on me for his emotional well-being.  I guess my perspective has changed in this regard a lot since The Sprayings.  I'm all he knows.  I'm what he needs to be happy.  I realize now that, in relationships - even the non-human kind - each party becomes responsible for the emotional well-being of the other.  Without trust in those basic emotional support systems in place, components of the relationship break down, and typically manifest with expressions of behavioral acts of defiance.

Everyone wants to be understood, loved, appreciated.  Even Happy.  I hear you, kitty.   So I've been giving Happy a lot of extra attention now, letting him know I still love him...and even though I'm still a little mad at him, he doesn't know it (:D).  And besides he was talking, I just wasn't listening.  And all is well in PM's home.  No spray (knock-on-wood) and everyone's Happy.

Especially me.

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First Blog

This morning Piano Manny's feeling a little down.  Its not like I really have much to be down about:  I'm a few months behind on the rent, but I'm very gainfully employed.  I get unsettled, though, when finances don't go according to plan and this may be the source of my discontent.

I find solace in my music.  Composition and playing some of my old favorites is a great way to soothe the mood and stabilize my energy.  If you haven't guessed by my name, I play keys.  I guess if it were just me, I'd be less worried - but at the end of the day I have my dog Happy Gilmore (Gilly for short) and my cat Happy to fend for in case of sudden relocation.

I'm off work today because its President's Day, but heading in anyway because nothing beats the productivity the nice quiet solace of an empty office provides.

I'm a huge fan of AC Ford's blog and Primegirl's blog which is part of the reason I've started to write a bit here on the orange B.  I don't know if I'll ever be super popular on here, but well....here goes.

Goals for the day
(1) work
(2) settle up that bank thing
(3) do something fun

This is probably the most boring blog I've ever read.  I'll do better later.  Stay tuned.