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love.
bah. i am writing a new post. simply because it deserves a fresh page.
I love my pets.
people say this often but i dont think its possible to love your animals as much as i do.
My dog brandi is the very best thing in my life. she is old now, and she smells and has very bad gas. But even so nothing makes me smile more than coming home and seeing her trot over to me. my favorite part of most days are the times when i can just find her and lay next to her and just sleep, talk or what ever with her. she is my saving grace, and most days i owe every bit of happiness to her.
my second and very deserving love in my life is my cat stormy. when i stumble in at three and four am, it never fails that while everyone in the house is sleeping, as soon as im home he comes down to the kitchen and waits for me to come pick him up and take him to bed with me. Its funny how he came into my life so accidentally. I often wonder had my garage not been open that night, where he would be now. if some other family would be blessed by him or if heaven would be a little brighter.
He came into m garage one night when i was cleaning out some old boxes. There were huge jne bugs everywhere and not that i dont love all creation, but i mean i would prefer the bugs stay outside the garage. then all of a sudden out of nowhere jumps this skinny cat. Just swallowed the whole bug. and he kept doing this. And i decided that it was okay that he stayed and took care of the bugs for me.
but my dad was less than thrilled, and absolutley ripped me a new ass about giving him food. He threatened to ground me or something if i gave it more. Of course i gave it more.
I didnt see him again for two weeks. and one day i walked into the house and there he was.
"damn thing wouldnt leave"
funny how my dad and that cat are possibly more freakishly linked than we are.
And then there is the little princess. Jitterbug. She thinks she is a dog and eats more food than me. i drunkenly rescued her one day at a pet store. I couldnt resist her. So i brought her home and hid her in my bathroom for three days. Probably the most stressfull three days of my life.
i slept with her in my half bath floor. the cold cold floor. I woke up and took cold showers cause i didnt want to steam up the bathroom and make her hot. i left the radio on non stop in case she mewed when i was at work. This plan worked for all of three days. Finally the stress was too much and i told my mom we needed to go to the store.
I was not even ten feet down the street before i busted out into tears. I told my mother that i needed to tell her something very important. which she then assumed i was pregnant. which made telling her i was kiding a kitten in the bathroom really easy because it was not nearly as bad as being pregnant haha.
before we left the store my dad had found the kitten. and so the story goes that they couldnt resist the little nugget either because she is now one year old and happy.
she is not loving like my other two but she is quite unique. she is a combination of dog cat rattle snake. Her tail i swear to god shakes like a rattle snake when she gets excited. its the wierdest thing ive ever seen. and she loves brandi. if brandi lays down and rolls over, so does she. she mimics the dog to a T. and although she would rather be left alone, just seeing her face every day makes me unexplainebly happy.
so. you might be thinking i need therapy or something for just writing a love story about my animals, but i just think everyone should know. People comment on how nice i am, and how im so different and blah blah blah. I would not be who i am if it werent for the selfless love of my animals. they are forever in always in my corner, and they very well may be the only ones permanently there.
I know not everyone likes animals or desires pets, but im glad im not that person because i would be ugly in every sense of the word.
I love my pets.
people say this often but i dont think its possible to love your animals as much as i do.
My dog brandi is the very best thing in my life. she is old now, and she smells and has very bad gas. But even so nothing makes me smile more than coming home and seeing her trot over to me. my favorite part of most days are the times when i can just find her and lay next to her and just sleep, talk or what ever with her. she is my saving grace, and most days i owe every bit of happiness to her.
my second and very deserving love in my life is my cat stormy. when i stumble in at three and four am, it never fails that while everyone in the house is sleeping, as soon as im home he comes down to the kitchen and waits for me to come pick him up and take him to bed with me. Its funny how he came into my life so accidentally. I often wonder had my garage not been open that night, where he would be now. if some other family would be blessed by him or if heaven would be a little brighter.
He came into m garage one night when i was cleaning out some old boxes. There were huge jne bugs everywhere and not that i dont love all creation, but i mean i would prefer the bugs stay outside the garage. then all of a sudden out of nowhere jumps this skinny cat. Just swallowed the whole bug. and he kept doing this. And i decided that it was okay that he stayed and took care of the bugs for me.
but my dad was less than thrilled, and absolutley ripped me a new ass about giving him food. He threatened to ground me or something if i gave it more. Of course i gave it more.
I didnt see him again for two weeks. and one day i walked into the house and there he was.
"damn thing wouldnt leave"
funny how my dad and that cat are possibly more freakishly linked than we are.
And then there is the little princess. Jitterbug. She thinks she is a dog and eats more food than me. i drunkenly rescued her one day at a pet store. I couldnt resist her. So i brought her home and hid her in my bathroom for three days. Probably the most stressfull three days of my life.
i slept with her in my half bath floor. the cold cold floor. I woke up and took cold showers cause i didnt want to steam up the bathroom and make her hot. i left the radio on non stop in case she mewed when i was at work. This plan worked for all of three days. Finally the stress was too much and i told my mom we needed to go to the store.
I was not even ten feet down the street before i busted out into tears. I told my mother that i needed to tell her something very important. which she then assumed i was pregnant. which made telling her i was kiding a kitten in the bathroom really easy because it was not nearly as bad as being pregnant haha.
before we left the store my dad had found the kitten. and so the story goes that they couldnt resist the little nugget either because she is now one year old and happy.
she is not loving like my other two but she is quite unique. she is a combination of dog cat rattle snake. Her tail i swear to god shakes like a rattle snake when she gets excited. its the wierdest thing ive ever seen. and she loves brandi. if brandi lays down and rolls over, so does she. she mimics the dog to a T. and although she would rather be left alone, just seeing her face every day makes me unexplainebly happy.
so. you might be thinking i need therapy or something for just writing a love story about my animals, but i just think everyone should know. People comment on how nice i am, and how im so different and blah blah blah. I would not be who i am if it werent for the selfless love of my animals. they are forever in always in my corner, and they very well may be the only ones permanently there.
I know not everyone likes animals or desires pets, but im glad im not that person because i would be ugly in every sense of the word.
absurdities.
im ill. and if i could venture a guess on where i caught this nasty bug, i would have to say the bowling alley. when i was there i couldnt help but notice what a festering germ pool it was. but of course i did not care. but i care now.
i hate being sick. and i know i didnt get sick at work because not a day goes by where im not in direct contact with bleach or other corosive disinfectant.
with that being said. as tired as i am, im finding it hard to sleep.
my grandmother is a crazy woman.
some time ago, a wild cat appeared on her deck. my grandmother fed it of course, and low and behold she was pregnant and had little wild babies.
they made a home under the deck and my grandma continued to feed it, but would not let them inside.
Since my grandmother has been a widow since 2001, and both dogs have since died, the whole family encouraged her adopting these kittens. although some people dislike them, cats actually do wonders for the soul and have even proven to assist in the healing of cancer patients. Of course my grandma needs a companion, as stubborn as she is and insistent that she doesnt need one, i think it has been a good five months of prodding to finally get her to adopt these kittens.
I myself have seen them and played with them, and while two of them are now adopted by other people, she kept the cutest two. One being all white almost siamese looking, and the other being a blondie. Beauties.
Any way. My grandma has also made a living off babysitting in her old age, and had a spare play pin laying around. So when she finally decided to bring the two kittens into the house, she put them in a playpen and covered the top with a tablecloth. This is where they stay from six pm until 6am when she wakes up. ( mind you when momma cat accidentally came into the house one day, my grandmother chased her around with a broom in hopes to get it back out...and she wonders why they disappeared for a week).
my grandmother is a crazy crazy woman. You dont coop up cats. let alone wild cats. They of course have claws, and they of course have ripped through the mesh play pin.
but dont worry my grandma knows how to sew. And so she sews the playpen back up everytime. dear gawd.
she also had the one and only huge giant tree cut down out of her back yard because she was tired of picking up sticks and it was apparently dying ( im not so sure it was the dying as much as the stick issue..who picks up sticks anyway..?) so now she has this huge round stump in her back yard.
its fun to sit on i suppose. but i cant even sit on it any more because she took her extra plastic baby pool and nailed it to the lopsided stump and planted flowers in it.
and im the one who grew up in arkansas....
right...
oh betty.
did i mention that she name the siamese looking one chin chin.
because it looks oriental.
im sure she doesnt realize just how borderline racist that is, but because she doesnt realize it, i will laugh and enjoy it.
i hate being sick. and i know i didnt get sick at work because not a day goes by where im not in direct contact with bleach or other corosive disinfectant.
with that being said. as tired as i am, im finding it hard to sleep.
my grandmother is a crazy woman.
some time ago, a wild cat appeared on her deck. my grandmother fed it of course, and low and behold she was pregnant and had little wild babies.
they made a home under the deck and my grandma continued to feed it, but would not let them inside.
Since my grandmother has been a widow since 2001, and both dogs have since died, the whole family encouraged her adopting these kittens. although some people dislike them, cats actually do wonders for the soul and have even proven to assist in the healing of cancer patients. Of course my grandma needs a companion, as stubborn as she is and insistent that she doesnt need one, i think it has been a good five months of prodding to finally get her to adopt these kittens.
I myself have seen them and played with them, and while two of them are now adopted by other people, she kept the cutest two. One being all white almost siamese looking, and the other being a blondie. Beauties.
Any way. My grandma has also made a living off babysitting in her old age, and had a spare play pin laying around. So when she finally decided to bring the two kittens into the house, she put them in a playpen and covered the top with a tablecloth. This is where they stay from six pm until 6am when she wakes up. ( mind you when momma cat accidentally came into the house one day, my grandmother chased her around with a broom in hopes to get it back out...and she wonders why they disappeared for a week).
my grandmother is a crazy crazy woman. You dont coop up cats. let alone wild cats. They of course have claws, and they of course have ripped through the mesh play pin.
but dont worry my grandma knows how to sew. And so she sews the playpen back up everytime. dear gawd.
she also had the one and only huge giant tree cut down out of her back yard because she was tired of picking up sticks and it was apparently dying ( im not so sure it was the dying as much as the stick issue..who picks up sticks anyway..?) so now she has this huge round stump in her back yard.
its fun to sit on i suppose. but i cant even sit on it any more because she took her extra plastic baby pool and nailed it to the lopsided stump and planted flowers in it.
and im the one who grew up in arkansas....
right...
oh betty.
did i mention that she name the siamese looking one chin chin.
because it looks oriental.
im sure she doesnt realize just how borderline racist that is, but because she doesnt realize it, i will laugh and enjoy it.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
living on the edge
i will officially verify the fact that i am always late. this is all encompassing. im late to work, im late to class, im late to pick up on obvious jokes, im late paying bills, and of course im late returning library books.
Now i am in no way saying that i am above being on time. I understand people have deadlines and time schedules that they keep for specific reasons, and when i do not abide (consciously and unconsciously), i am always fully prepared to suffer reprecautions.
i know this bothers people. especially my friends. ive lost friends because of this. but its okay because my true friends just accept this as a fact of life. it might be selfish. it might be rude.
yeah i dont much care.
any way. i of course have fines at the library. you cant check things out if your fine is above ten dollars. I of course knew mine was above ten. so i got online and looked at my balance prior to going to the library.
it was 10.75
not bad considering it was 24 a month ago.
im broke. clearly so i scoured my house finding every quarter possible. I found 1.75
perfect.
i perused the library for a good one point five hours. finally ready to leave i go to the counter.
i immediatley hand the librarian my 1.75 and tell her i already knew i had fines to pay.
(i think it has been maybe four years since i havent heard that annoying dink when they scan my card signifying the fact that i have fines to pay. as if i didnt already know that.)
She had this very smart look about her as she said " I need your card first"
well of course! I hand it to her. And thanks to my belligerent and borderline insane drunken ways, my library card is in bad shape. ( it hangs on my key chain you see.) The plastic is so worn off that it wont scan.
Of course smart librarian huffs at this because she has to manually enter all 15 numbers.
i silently enjoy this.
and of course i hear the ding, and hand her the money she refused before.
11.85 she says.
how can this be! I tell her as kindly as possible that there electronic database conveyed to me that it was only 10.75.
Well it looks like you renewed books recently and they were over due when you renewed them. Therefore each one costs you 5 cents.
Well yes i say, but i renewed those books last week. The E-Library told me two hours ago that it was only 10.75
"well im telling you its 11.85"
"well i only brought 1.75. The E-Library told me it was 10.75. I brought my funds accordingly."
blank stares are exchanged.
"well let me see what i can do"
smart lady takes my money from my hand and then informs me that i now owe 9.99.
despite the fact that i have just been completley TAKEN by my faithful community library, i decided its fine, because in the end i got to check out my books. but no. smart lady has one last piece of information before i left.
"A word of advice. Its not a good idea to live so close to the edge."
and hands me a very long reciept describing each fine on my tab.
yes, because i am late to process exactly what she said until im already walking away, i may have called her a dumb .......fill in the blank.....silently in my mind.
im not really sure why she felt i needed to know that information, or who she thought she was to share such advice with a mere stranger.
i live close to the edge every day and i quite like it that way.
i hope she works every time i go to the library from now on.
Now i am in no way saying that i am above being on time. I understand people have deadlines and time schedules that they keep for specific reasons, and when i do not abide (consciously and unconsciously), i am always fully prepared to suffer reprecautions.
i know this bothers people. especially my friends. ive lost friends because of this. but its okay because my true friends just accept this as a fact of life. it might be selfish. it might be rude.
yeah i dont much care.
any way. i of course have fines at the library. you cant check things out if your fine is above ten dollars. I of course knew mine was above ten. so i got online and looked at my balance prior to going to the library.
it was 10.75
not bad considering it was 24 a month ago.
im broke. clearly so i scoured my house finding every quarter possible. I found 1.75
perfect.
i perused the library for a good one point five hours. finally ready to leave i go to the counter.
i immediatley hand the librarian my 1.75 and tell her i already knew i had fines to pay.
(i think it has been maybe four years since i havent heard that annoying dink when they scan my card signifying the fact that i have fines to pay. as if i didnt already know that.)
She had this very smart look about her as she said " I need your card first"
well of course! I hand it to her. And thanks to my belligerent and borderline insane drunken ways, my library card is in bad shape. ( it hangs on my key chain you see.) The plastic is so worn off that it wont scan.
Of course smart librarian huffs at this because she has to manually enter all 15 numbers.
i silently enjoy this.
and of course i hear the ding, and hand her the money she refused before.
11.85 she says.
how can this be! I tell her as kindly as possible that there electronic database conveyed to me that it was only 10.75.
Well it looks like you renewed books recently and they were over due when you renewed them. Therefore each one costs you 5 cents.
Well yes i say, but i renewed those books last week. The E-Library told me two hours ago that it was only 10.75
"well im telling you its 11.85"
"well i only brought 1.75. The E-Library told me it was 10.75. I brought my funds accordingly."
blank stares are exchanged.
"well let me see what i can do"
smart lady takes my money from my hand and then informs me that i now owe 9.99.
despite the fact that i have just been completley TAKEN by my faithful community library, i decided its fine, because in the end i got to check out my books. but no. smart lady has one last piece of information before i left.
"A word of advice. Its not a good idea to live so close to the edge."
and hands me a very long reciept describing each fine on my tab.
yes, because i am late to process exactly what she said until im already walking away, i may have called her a dumb .......fill in the blank.....silently in my mind.
im not really sure why she felt i needed to know that information, or who she thought she was to share such advice with a mere stranger.
i live close to the edge every day and i quite like it that way.
i hope she works every time i go to the library from now on.
say what
well it is official. tonight i experienced a plethora of things that i once enjoyed as either a child or prepubescent adolescent. I played with dogs, i took a long nap, i went cosmic bowling, i ate my body weight in ice cream, watched happy feet, and i saw a shooting star - the second in my life in fact.
i suppose i started with things that make me happy because im quite somber in other ways.
The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become lesbians." -- Pat Robertson
"I know this is painful for the ladies to hear, but if you get married, you have accepted the headship of a man, your husband. Christ is the head of the household and the husband is the head of the wife, and that's the way it is, period."--Pat Robertson
"Just like what Nazi Germany did to the Jews, so liberal America is now doing to the evangelical Christians. It's no different. It is the same thing. It is happening all over again. It is the Democratic Congress, the liberal-based media and the homosexuals who want to destroy the Christians. Wholesale abuse and discrimination and the worst bigotry directed toward any group in America today. More terrible than anything suffered by any minority in history."--Pat Robertson
things like this make me want to throw up in my mouth.
i used to be an avid supporter of robertson and deffinatley regular watcher of the 700 club.
clearly i was delusional. and i have reprimanded myself for ever admiring such a foolish man.
this is merely a tangent. i have so much going on in my head right now that i cant even think straight.. to the point where if i blogged further it wouldnt even make sense to read.
im just in awe of myself and my life and the changes....ohhh the changes.
i love the smell of outside between the hours of 2 am and 5am. makes me feel alive.
welllp. it is 5 am.
im off to practice "witchcraft", kill children, and grope the ladies!!!
have a great day. :)
Peace out.
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