Seriously, I am alive. Just... borderline depressed. Just made it through Mother's Day with no mother. I tried my hardest not to think of it. Too hard. Apparently the Happy Mother's Day voicemail I left for Grandmom, I said Happy Birthday instead. O.o! Looked at flowers, dedicated them to Mom. Asked her if she was happy now. Didn't get a reply, but I wasn't expecting one. Sometimes when I'm alone, when I end up thinking about how she tried to teach me to cook, how to use the washing machine, the things she taught me in childhood before she started to show the problems... I swear I feel her hugs. We had this little game in the summers, when it was too hot to hug because everyone was sticky and sweaty and just icky. You'd 'hug their aura'. Just wrap your arms around them, two inches off. I think I've mentioned that before, maybe have, maybe not. Yet I swear she's giving me hugs. That sort of warm feeling of comfort and love coming from outside my skin is something she was good at before she got sick. I feel kinda guilty about it, if she's having to leave her rest to comfort me, really. Being a Catholic here, I'd feel guilty over anything. Don't ask. Just, don't ask. It's convoluted and strange and I know it, and I've got a paper-journal that's soaking up the stuff.
The userpic is of a bench in our garden, one where when the weather was nice, Mom would sit with a book, and read. The bench looks rather sad and lonely without her in this sunny and gorgeous weather. -sigh- I think I'll go play in the garden some. The roses look like they need fertilizer, and we bought a hibiscus that needs planting. There's some pansies that need planting as well, and some marigolds. Plus the one flower bed needs 'critter ridder' applied, as the dogs and cat insist on sleeping on top of the daylillies. -sigh-.

So, I have a black cat, right? Well, very dark brown that looks black in anything but full sun. She's big, and fluffy, and actually, that's her sleeping in the icon pic. I'm sitting here in a room lit with directional lights, so the floor's kind of dim. Makes one nervous after reading a story with ankle attacking animals in it, but... she's a dark shadow. It's also raining outside. She's a dark shadow with a thousand sparkling dots of water clinging to her fur, like a starscape spread upon her fur. They literally twinkled as she moved. It was so cute, so very pretty, I had to share it. Had to encourage your imagination.

So...

Cat says to human: Your lap is mine! Warm, which is nice, but not so nice, considering I tend to be possessive of that which is mine, and my lap is, well.... mine. Ah, along comes the collie, and I am freed. They're only small holes, they'll heal in a few days.

That was this. This is that: Dad says I'm an Internet Addict. I'd actually disagree with that, considering it's the same behavior I exhibited to books. I find something I like to read, and read it. Sure, it's online, but I'm reading paper books too. I'm also job hunting. Okay, maybe I'm an addict, a little bit, but seriously, what else is there to do? I get the chores done. Maybe under a bit of duress, but they do get done. I'm not on the web chatting, and half the time I'm on the computer I'm not even on the net. I'm in Microsoft Word, typing my little heart out. I'm doing that a lot, and not saving about half of it. -sigh- Because one can only tolerate so much crap. Maybe he's saying that because my sleep schedule is thrown off, but I will admit to being minor depressed. It's hard to want to go to bed, because I know I'm not getting up tomorrow to go to work. Which, frankly, sucks. The only cure to this depression is to be employed, which I am attempting to remedy. I really don't enjoy sitting on the computer all the time. The chair makes my derriere go numb or achy. Not cool. Plus he's not seeing me up and moving and active before he wakes up. So, judgment? Not fair.

As for that other thing, well, it's a few things. I've discovered I don't like our latest house guest as much as I did when she wasn't staying on our couch... I hate tripping over piled laundry as I try to go and feed my fish. Yes, I need to mention that too. I have a beta fish now. He's healthy, and eating, and playing. I didn't know fish played, but this sucker has a blast and a half, swimming into the pour flow from the filter to get tumbled across the tank, swimming back across, and slipping into the pour flow again. Over and over again. Huh. The cat is back. She's been fed. The fish has been fed, the dogs have been fed... what are they up to? I've started the yearly battle against the black spot, in a vain attempt to protect my poor roses. As long as they're willing to put in the effort to try and live, I'll try and keep them alive. I'm ready and waiting for the Japanese Beetles... they'll suffer their own fates, I have no intentions of tolerating them. We also have to start fighting off the crabgrass. It has to go. I think half the lawn is bald, anywhere it's growing.

Ah well, that's it for now. I'm going to get up and rummage in the fridge for dinner.

Yes, I know I vanished.

Still job hunting.

Not doing much beyond gardening. Trying to survive, and playing big-sister type to a girl on her own in the big bad world after she took a few hard knocks. Having people point out my age. (Will you quit pointing out I'm almost 30? You know what? DIE!) Scratching my head trying to figure out a present for Dad's birthday tomorrow... failing miserably, but trying. Eh, should go make muffins so he can eat them tomorrow, shouldn't I? Ah well... back to the world.

PS- freaky dreams last night. I do not wish for a repeat, but they woke me up. The wind outside was kinda eerie. Like a train of spirits was going down the road, and paused outside our house. Yes, it was a nightmare, and yes, I was on edge anyway, but that's a thought comparison I've had before, with the wind... I miss the forests of our old home. The trees would whisper to me in the wind, and tell me stories when the land was newer than I had seen it, stories of the people who once-were-there, and the animals they'd seen.

Job Hunting Sucks! Especially when I'm either way over qualified or under-qualified for everything I find. Come on, if you have employees, you need an admin type to assist them.... Somebody hire me!

And yes, this is an 'oh crap, it's almost midnight and I don't think I've posted yet this week' post.

Now, I'm going back to job hunting over the net.

Toodles!

Created by Train Horns

At least I know my ears are better than they should be at my age.

Aside from that, we've got lots of white stuff outside, and it's bitter cold. Some part of me is glad I'm currently out of work, I do not wish to drive in that. The dogs at least seem to enjoy it, springing through the yard like a bunch of furry maniacs.

Please hold for an important announcement.

I HAVE WHITE HAIRS!!!!

We now return you to your regularly scheduled silence.

Bad tooth. Bad, bad tooth. Now that you are out of my mouth, I should be rejoicing, though theoretically I have lost a tiny bit of wisdom and my proof of age. Instead I have this stiff feeling to my jaw, and the left (to me) side of my face is a still and swollen limb, an appendage belonging to someone else, because surely my own would be telling me things. To the touch, it is fever hot, protesting the abrupt removal of a part of mine own jaw. Wisdom tooth, thou art not wise, for if thy were, thy would not have grown at all, and spared me this haunting promise of pain like your three siblings did.

For those of you who don't get my little soliloquy, I just got the one and only wisdom tooth I ever grew yanked out of my mouth. I'm pretty sure I'll be hurting, but I'm not yet. Novocaine is a beautiful invention, except the swelling eyes and weeping for the next few days. This is advance notice, I will fail my gym requirements this week. I'm going back tomorrow to get the crown put in. No, I will not be bouncing around like a maniac exercising with a jaw that wants to secede from the bodily union. And an upper jaw, to wit, so if my sinuses start going AWOL, I'm blaming bad trade issues from jaw to sinus.

The dentist has noticed my jaw tends to lock under the influence of Novocaine, btw. He has to pry it fully open, I can barely get it wide enough to slip a spoon between my teeth later on. So right now I'm talking pretty slurry with numb lips, numb tongue, one half my cheek on strike, and a jaw that's decided it's no longer a hinge joint. By personal preference, I talk fairly quietly too, having been smacked and told I talked loudly, and thus training that habit out. I am sure that a few days of this will be utter torment for my family, since I need to speak up to get attention often. They hate straining to hear me when I'm hushed. Heh. Joys.

Oh, just for fun, you wouldn't believe the options LiveJournal gives me for having spelled soliloquy soliquy. "soliloquy, silky, colloquy, cliquey, slug, solidi, Solly, silica, sludgy, Solis, slimy, solid, Selig, slick, sulky, Slinky, slinky, clique, slippy, solely, soling, soil, solute, solo, silk, slit, slog, slowly, slut, Solis's, colicky, silkily, solider, Sol, liq, silly, sol, silty, soils, Sollie, liquor, Slocum, slay, slue, slur, sole, slid, slim, slip, sloppy, slum, soggily, soil's, soiled, sold, sols, slickly, sulkily, Salk, silage, slag, sulk, Sally, Selia, Selie, Sully, Zolly, sally, slier, slink, soggy, solar, sully, Sol's, sol's, Solly's" Pretty funny, isn't it? Although what's more amusing, I actually know what all those words mean, and have used them all at one point in time in conversation. I am a sad, over-educated Bookwyrm. Anyways, I need the amusement, something to snicker at. One side of my jaw is current off duty, and I'm stuck to tepid water to drink, no straws, and soft mushy foods until it heals. Then tomorrow afternoon, after a job faire, I shall be relieving the other side of the jaw from duty. I shall be most depleted of ability to chew. I think thick soups without chunks of meats or vegetables will be my diet for the foreseeable future. Gah. Tepid, too, since I can't have hot stuff, nor spicy stuff, nor cold stuff.... I am so screwed....

Seriously, been a bit. I've been a touch busy/ too upset to post. I've been laid off, I hate to say it. The job I so loved has ended. My last day was the 13th, Friday the 13th to top it off. So this past week I've been job faireing. I know I'm a faire-goer, but job faireing? Takes it a bit far. Just exaggerating. I'm spamming out my resume everywhere. Spam, spam! Read my resume! Hire me! The previous two weeks I've been going a bit mad trying my hardest to make sure I'd left instructions behind for everyone to be able to survive without me. I'm worried about them, and so worried about myself. At least I have dental coverage until the end of the month.

Yes, Dental Coverage. Of which I was worried, as I had an appointment on Monday. My rear molar on the upper right... or is it left? Well, my right, your left if you're facing me.... My rear upper molar had gone bad, as black as a pirate, despite my efforts. So the dentist, that wonderful skilled dentist, destroyed the rotten parts, and said the heart was still good. I have a filling on to cover the wound until he gets approval for a crown from COBRA. Two of my front teeth had minor damage which may lead to cavities if not mended, so they were fixed up too. And unlike the past dentist I visited, it didn't hurt, and there's no bits of tooth or filling falling into my mouth. Gah. I have another visit next Tuesday, to get the wisdom tooth on the other side of the mouth yanked, and mend a cavity on that side. So I had a lot, at least it was a good stand for four years of no dentist visits!

The Camry needs some serious work. The suspension in the front is beyond dead, it's become a revenant, haunting my car with a nerve wracking rattle. Plus either the temperature gauge is gone, or the temperature sensor. So not cool. Anyway, that, and a few other problems, need to be tended to. I think Saturday we're spending at the junk yard pulling the suspension bits to rebuild a new one around them, then I'm ending up taking the car to a garage that you can rent a stall and a lift at. Oh, it needs a new timing belt too, and it seriously needs a good tune up. The Infiniti is being taken off the road for now, the plates need to be turned in, and then I'll cancel the insurance on it until we can afford to get it fixed so I can get it back on the road. Maybe we'll just drop a whole new motor in the puppy. Even though her suspension is gone as well. *sigh* Plus my brother is down to his Jeep, after his car was totalled out right in front of our house as he pulled off the side road. The one late last year. Still, this road is a death trap, I swear. Well, not a death trap for people, but cars... yeah, cars it's a death trap for.

Other than that, life's been good. I've already got some companies who're actually giving my resume a good solid look, and a few have mentioned possible positions. Plus I've applied for positions at some others. So it's all good. I think. I hope everyone's okay back at work. Seriously. Aside from the journeling bit, I've been going to the gym two to three times a week, so I'm covered on that end. And truthfully, I did post last week... I just made it private to my eyes only, and then deleted it a little later. It was an angry little angst fest about the PTB in my old company laying me off. Enough said.

Last week and week before: Pass on the gym requirement for the resolution, fail on the journalling requirement.

Last week was truly awful, though. Aside from the storm, which swiftly turned to ice and muck, I got bad news late Wednesday at work. As for the storm, it's left ice caked all over the place, and now it's all melting, so the top inch of the ground is a mushy slog that eats shoes, and everything underneath it is frozen rock hard. Not fun, not cool, and not even deep enough to justify a snowman. Maybe snowballs, but finding someone to do a snowball hunt with was a bit difficult, so I didn't bother.

Anyway, as to the bad news of Wednesday, I was called into my boss' office and told some startling information. He let me know that he and his boss tried to fight it, but the decision came down from someone way off in corporate. Due to the economy and the struggles to cut costs, there are lay offs. I am one of the names selected for the rigors of a job hunt in a recession. To put it bluntly, I am being laid off. My last day is in February. Friday the 13th of February. Ouch!

I'm sorry this isn't a longer entry, but I'm trying to work on my resume, and I've got a whole list of places to submit it to.... It feels like a bad dream sometimes, I keep thinking I'll wake up at any moment and find out it's all false, but each day drums it in further. Then there's the whole thing at work. It's business as usual, and on top of that I have to leave instructions for everyone so they can cover my job once I'm gone. It's not cool. I think I've been reeling since the news hit me.

Anyway, I'm letting you know this. I will recover, and I will land on my feet, get a new pretty job, so.... Ah well. Talk at you later. I'm going to glare at my resume some more. I do have some good news. I have all of my music, every CD I own but for five on the damaged/ repair list is now saved on the portable hard drive I own, for back-up purposes.

Well, out of fifty-two weeks in the year, I've failed one. I failed last week, utterly. I exempted the first week of the year. The only time I had to go to the gym was on New Years Day, and I don't think they were open. I passed this last week I lived through. Which is a good thing, I think. I also watched the neighbor's daughter for a few hours the other night, which was rather fun, and got to play Wii Zelda the following night... which was also rather fun, but I ended up playing to a ridiculous hour because my neighbor had fallen asleep on the couch, and was using me as a foot pillow. I didn't want to wake him up, and I would have had to so he could lock up behind me. I gave up and woke him up when I started falling asleep myself. Cancelled going down to my aunt's for lunch since I was a little too sleep deprived to drive. Probably a good thing, I think I'm coming down with a cold, and I don't want her family to catch it. They had a bad year last year too, and none of them are on solid feet, health wise. At this point the cold is still theoretical, since I have an achy throat, sniffling, and am extremely prone to sleeping. Still, some of that might be the sheer chill factor of the air. Sheep, it's cold. Ah well. I'll continue to judge the resolutions week by week. Scream at me to follow them, please?

In better news, I finally have all of my music backed up. In worse news, I had a dentist's appointment last week, and have another upcoming so he can rescue a tooth from it's dire straights, and plug a few holes, then another appointment after that to plug a few holes, and remove a wisdom tooth badly in need of removal before it tries to kill me. I was told that for the number of years since my last dental visit, I had very little plaque, and pretty good general tooth health. It's just that when I get a cavity, I really get a cavity. Ah well.

So, 2008 is done with. Happy New Year, everyone! 2009, I have high hopes for you!

In one year:

I lost my Mom.
I lost one of the family dogs.
My favorite priest from when I was a kid died.
Whispers went around at work of the evil word 'layoffs'.
And my car and computer between them have attempted to drive me into bankruptcy.

The last two points make it an annoying year. The first point makes it the worst year of my life to date. Now it's done with, over, never to be visited again except when I feel like moping. I have high hopes for this year. I think I could even manage a potential lay off, so long as all members of the family stay with us.

In this year, my resolutions are to:
1) Visit the gym at least twice a week. Making an exception for this week only since it's only three days.
2) Make a journal entry once a week.
3) Take my computer to a professional to fix it so I can stop using the slow family comp downstairs. The one that doesn't know what it's like to load a web page in under a minute.
4) Either get the Infiniti fixed, or write it off and find a new car.

I wish everyone a wonderful New Year, please start it off with this day free of work. Yay! I've had off all week, so far. Had so much fun last week saying 'see you next year' to everyone. :) Ain't I a stinker?

Lovely season. I don't feel like embracing it this year. Last year, we had to take down the tree because Mom kept squeezing the glass bulbs we decorate with, and leaving it turned on beyond the 6-hour max for a fiber optics tree.

I'm paranoid I might get laid off, my Infiniti is on the 'good-bye' list because there's too many Little Things that are screaming for repair, and I can't think of what to get my dearly beloved Grandmom for Christmas.

Everyone else is covered. But not Grandmom. ARGH!

Plus I have to ship a present to NY state and I keep forgetting to do that... oh, yeah, Deb, I found a present from last year I forgot to send with the pile, and I'm sending it with the stuff now.

My brother as always grumbles and complains about the holiday. He'd rather it not exist at all. This much concentrated good will getting shoved in his face just turns him bitter and nasty and spiteful. He's not a chipper person, people. Trying to perk him up so he is doesn't work. It just means I have to deal with a surly bastard at home.

Plus there's who's missing this year. Happy as I am with our new dog, I keep looking for Bucky, and there's a massive hollow space in the house from Mom, and that's not helping.

So yeah, this Christmas? I'm sitting out. As it gets closer day by day, it hurts more and more. I don't want to see the happy stuff and have it tainted with decorating when I hurt like this. It'll just make me resent the holiday, and I'd rather hurt and have an empty Christmas one year than resent it. Christmas is a season for joy, for family. We're missing a crucial piece to ours. This year, officially, sucks. I'm taking vacation the week of the New Year, excepting only that Friday, and I plan on getting royally smashed New Years Eve. I need it this year. I want to drink 2008 out of existence.

2008? You suck!

In the Japanese anime universes, at least,

November 2, 1755 Marie Antoinette (Rose of Versailles)
November 2, 1966 Ryo Shimu (Dancougar)
November 2 Hayate Gekkou (Naruto)
November 2 Kousuke Ochi (Hikaru no Go)
November 2 Mayuko (Peach Sabbath)
November 2 Aria (Sister Princess)
November 2, 1967 Akira Ishida (voice actor) Takumi Jinno (Bakuen Campus Guardress), Kaworu Nagisa (Evangelion), Kei Tsuchiya (Marmalade Boy)

I invite you to find out your own fellows on an animated birthday! :)

Once you know, if you're feeling up to it, please let me know in a comment.

Pst, I know who Hayate and Ochi are, but I'm a bit lost on the rest... no, wait, Marie Antoinette's a real life person too. I already knew about her. If you know any of the others, let me know if I share my day with a black hat, ne?

So, normal Sunday when I have a cold. It's about 8:53 when I wake up, stretch, sit up. I hear a horn going off, whip around to pull up the curtain at the head of my bed, and there's an accident right before my eyes.
My brother pulled out of the road next to the house, onto the road in front of the house, and someone didn't keep an eye out for hidden driveways with zilch visibility. Oh, and it snowed last night. Pretty frosting on the ground, not even a quarter of an inch, but ice and snow on windows. Who's to blame? I don't know. But this road isn't safe.

Just a month ago, someone tried to pass another driver (with no passing zones within a half mile, yep, absolutely no safe places to pass), skidded out on a damp road after a shower, and took out the mailboxes and street sign. We replaced the long bar with the mailboxes for the street, but the street sign (which vanished and I suspect is now adorning a wall somewhere in our neighborhood) isn't back yet. It's the second time our mailboxes have been the victim of someone losing control of their car. This time we dig nice deep pits and used four by fours as support posts. This time, two of the mailboxes bit the dust, and three more need just one more smack to make them join their former brethren in the recycle bin. We went out, as a neighborhood, and bought two replacement mailboxes. The heavy kind you put up to prevent idiots with baseball bats from knocking them down. If this set up gets taken out, it's a unanimous decision. I-beams with a brick surround for the support. Folks will try real hard not to hit a brick pillar, and the pillars will help stop them from crossing the side road and hitting our house. Yes, he was close to doing so this time.

Far, far too many accidents on this road. I take my life into my hands every time I leave my home.

Snurched from ickaimp




Oh. My. God. This so fits me. ~dies laughing~

Sunday: Ack! I'm older now!!! Run away! Seriously, though, had a rather nice lunch with my aunt, and enjoyed the birthday wishes through the day. Calm, sedate, and nice. Except the knowledge that this is my first birthday without Mom. She enjoyed my birthdays, as much as she did her own, and I spent a bit of time remembering dragging a birthday-present-bike down the stairs (I tried to ride it down at first but decided to walk after I wobbled), and the cheerful greeting. I remember her asking me each year what I wanted for breakfast, what I wanted for dinner. I had to keep myself from hiding in my room and going over all my old birthday presents from Mom. When I was thirteen or fourteen was when I think the sickness started to take affect, since she stopped writing birthday messages in places on the present for me. I'm older and sadder, but I knew this would happen.

Monday: Had the day off, and lounged around the house a bit, doing some chores but not as many as I'd like. I was sneaky. I wanted a long weekend, and I made one, taking Friday and Monday around my birthday for me. I knew I'd need it, and that I wanted a quiet weekend, because I had a little reflection that it wouldn't be an especially thrilling birthday due to the events of the year. And the age I was turning. Ack! No! I'm twenty-four again! I refuse this age! (Run screaming in horror.) Yes, that was Monday.

Tuesday: Back to the daily grind. -blink- Oh God, why do I do this again? Oh, right. I need to pay the bills.

Wednesday: Repeat of Tuesday. And a bit of frustration at the dogs for their insisting on digging in the trash. This must stop. I have plans to deal with this habit of theirs. And they won't enjoy them much.

Thursday: Ooh, pretty trees. Such beautiful colors, and spacing of evergreens... and all this on the drive to work. Now why did I forget my camera at home? Brilliant hues ranging from a soft butter yellow to true maple red, and all these shades of orange, with the dark but lively evergreens offering brief reassurance that the forest wasn't actually on fire as the autumn leaves would have you believe.

Friday: #!?#@ leaves! Cleaning off the car, not really aware it's Friday until I get to work. Oooh... yay! I can sleep tomorrow! Come on quitting time!

Saturday: Okay, maybe I slept a bit too much. O.o?! It's almost noon? Jeesh, gotta stop staying up late from hyper brain activity. Especially since the resulting product of typing tends to resemble GIGO so much as anything else.... Hey, Maxwell, why are you coughing? Eek! Blood! Call the vet, take him in for a check up, get another prescription for this poor dog. You see, he has heartworms. Had, perhaps if the pills have worked. The vet said it was the highest concentration of the little larvae in the blood he'd ever seen, and they hadn't become the full-grown-explode-the-heart version, which was kinda shocking. But even so, he's got loads of the little dead corpses floating in his system, and they seem to exit through the lungs. Which means his coughing is not so bad, and he's been doing it since he had the heartworm treatments last week. The blood bit, that's worrisome. He seems to be in good shape though, but no stressing him out or letting him jump around.

Anyway, that's my week. I keep not wanting to post since the computer I'm on is very slow and awkward, as my PC in my room is still not running right. Continued efforts are being made to get it in a shape where it will work, since it's the fastest computer in the house, and that makes the internet so much nicer. But, I don't want to post since pages take an age to load. We're slowly getting used to not seeing Mom everywhere, but now and then instinct takes control, and I go on a Mom-hunt to find where she is in the house before I get hit between the eyes with The Realization. Yes, it deserves the capitol letter. I hate shopping now, since I used to buy little things to kind of ease the day along for Mom, snacks she enjoyed, clothes she might like, toys for her to distract herself. Maxwell has never met her, and it hurts me a little to realize how much more we're getting used to him, how much longer we've had him each week, and how much longer we've been without Mom and Bucky. Even so, I know she'd have liked Maxwell, and he'd have liked her. Although she'd have called him Roger, a lot. Since Roger was a collie mix and Maxwell's a collie that has a lot of similarities. This is life. No matter how sour it is, I have to remember to live happy. The Mom I knew before she was lost to Alzheimers would want that. Huh. That's another reason to not want to post. I actually think about my life when I post, and these introspective moments are what hurts me the most. I've been trying to live moment to moment, and not letting too many deep thoughts hit me. It's been getting easier to properly reflect, but it still aches. And not-thinking has its own pitfalls, being hit with The Realization when you least expect it. Ouch. Ah, as I said a bit ago, this is life. Que sera, sera.

snurched from wiccanlilly

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
Lady_Cinnibar goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as An IRS agent.
cydira tricks you! You get a broken balloon.
ickaimp gives you 10 purple peach-flavoured pieces of taffy.
innervoice_chan gives you 3 light yellow mint-flavoured gummy worms.
ladynero gives you 10 orange tropical-flavoured gummy bats.
leoni_v gives you 8 milky white grapefruit-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
loralee tricks you! You lose 21 pieces of candy!
nightwolfwriter gives you 6 red-orange evil-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
wiccanlilly gives you 9 light blue grape-flavoured jawbreakers.
wishweaver gives you 12 dark blue mint-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
zefire2 tricks you! You get a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
Lady_Cinnibar ends up with 37 pieces of candy, a broken balloon, and a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Okay... you don't want to know what I can do with a broken balloon and a 3.5" floppy. Seriously, we're talking fun that got me grounded as a kid.

First off, for some reason the expanses of boredom at work this week were especially wearing.

Second off, can I say OUCH? Wednesday, stopping off in the ladies' before I drive home, someone had put AVON catalogs on the counter by the big mirror. I spotted them, and the cover of the Christmas insert had a lovely fiber optics angel, surrounded by flowers. My immediate thought was 'that will make a lovely Christmas present for Mom, she loves that stuff'. So I paged through it for a good five minutes, picking out and noting things she'd love to get for Christmas, until it hit me like a sledgehammer. She's gone.

( If you want more details, read this. )
So, anyway, that's the sulking, now for everything else.

Third off, I took Jinx and Maxwell to the vet yesterday. Dad went with me. Thank you, Dad. Kitty needed a leukemia test, and Maxie needed a blood test, and will be going back tomorrow for an X-Ray, to find out about heartworms. Ouch. The costs! But paying for the vet visit was Dad's birthday gift to me. Thank you, Dad, my budget is singing your name in chorales of glory and praise.

Fourth off, the boggling bit. You know the economy is in the crapper when you hear Wal-mart making a 'price matching' promise in a commercial. Sure, it was for the big ticket items like a Blu Ray device, but still, Wal-mart promising to match or beat the price of any printed ad brought in? I think I was hearing things. I think I should take my aurally hallucinating self off and scrounge something to eat for brunch, then figure out what I need to buy when I go grocery shopping today.