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On A Completely Side Note

Why is it that I got a slew of comments yesterday from people saying "this post is interesting" or "I enjoy reading things like this and I want to read more," and several other really irrelevant and inappropriate things?

I WAS TALKING ABOUT MY SICK AND DYING PET, YOU HEARTLESS ASSHOLES! IF YOU'RE GOING TO POST NONSENSE COMMENTS AT LEAST PRETEND YOU READ THE THING! THE ONLY THING YOU SUCCEEDED IN DOING WAS PISSING ME OFF, YOU UNFEELING FUCKS!

No, I did not approve any of them because I was insulted. This is my blog, damnit. If you're just here to slip in a comment and you're not even going to pretend to read, go the hell away. You could not have picked a more tactless time to prove your idiocy.

All Hail the Queen of Dragons

Lady Vox did not survive the day yesterday. She was dead when I got home.

I wish keeping pets wasn't so hard. There should be some rule that they outlive us, or at least die when we do. We give them everything, sometimes more than a child because a child can grow up and take care of herself but a pet never can. They depend on us for all of their lives. And when they die, it's very hard not to wish we could die too because we're certain there was something we could have done, if we had only known.

I'm taking a break from small creatures to love and care for and just focusing on my sweet and beloved cat for now. One’s heart can only take so much of this.

Lady Vox is Sick

She was sleeping on the ground of her tank when I got home on Sunday. She never does that, she spends most of her time in the tree. She was breathing, and she moved a little - only a little.

She was still on the ground yesterday morning, but also still moving a little. I don't think she's eating. Or drinking.

By the time I got home late last night, she developed those post-orbital spots that Naggy had before he died. Because of where she is in the tank, I can't tell if she's breathing, but I can tell she's still alive by the color of her skin: dull green with brown splotches - a sign of stress. Naggy turned completely and beautifully green when he died, the natural color of a green anole.

I don't know what I can do for her, but I hope she can hold on today for me to get home. For some reason, I feel like she'll be ok if I'm there with her. You know finding a vet for a tiny lizard is near-impossible? I can only do what I can.

Stay Away

I had to put gas in my car before heading home from work yesterday. The nearest place to the office to get gas is part of a strip mall that features a Target, Walmart, Michael's, BJ's, Toys R Us, Petsmart, and a handful of other useful shops and restaurants. You can probably see where this is going.

From the time I left the office, it took me forty minutes to get to the gas station (keep in mind that it takes me about thirty minutes to get home from the office), and another hour to get to the parkway that would lead me home. It was dreadful!

Stay away from places where people can shop! They're evil! I just needed gas!

I consoled myself with a nice Five Guys burger for dinner after that ordeal.

I hope I'll remember this for next year!

Walk Much?

You know what's funny? When I left the office yesterday, my supervisor said "drive carefully!" And then he laughed and said "rather, walk carefully!" It was funny, because it was true. I didn't have a problem driving, it was the walking that I had an issue with.

But, no slipping today. I don't think my knees could take another fall like that anyway.

OUCH

We ended up with a good two feet of snow before it stopped sometime Saturday night. Digging out yesterday was a trial when all we had was a tiny auto shovel and a broom.

I made it to work fine this morning, but I slipped on the ice INSIDE the parking garage. Tore my jeans, hurt my knees. I bruise pretty.

I understand that snow can drift inside a parking garage (and it did) but the ice?!

Now that a few other joint and muscle groups have reported in, I'm finding that I definitely impacted more than my knees. My supervisor sympathized, so I’m sure the few minutes that I was late won’t hurt my record, and no one was around to see my crazy ice dance. Thankful for that!

I guess I can't put off buying new jeans any longer. This was one of my good pairs too.

It's Coming

Snow! And lots of it! Everything for the weekend is already canceled. It's going to snow until Sunday, they say!

Lots of it!!

Gratitude

I knew someone in college who had the wonderful talent of smiling graciously and saying "thank you" whenever anyone paid her any compliment. I told her about that once, that she says thank you were most anyone else will try to act like it's no big deal. She said it was because it is not her place to downplay someone's opinion. She said a person is giving a compliment for a reason, and it's not up to her to determine if it's genuine or not. I must say, I loved complimenting her, because she was always so gracious about it.

When I get compliments, I remember her. Being modest and bashful is one thing, but I've stopped trying to contradict people’s opinions. It does not hurt to be gracious.

Groan

I'm tired of coughing.

I'm tired of not sleeping because I'm coughing.

I'm tired.

Where Have I Been

Experiencing a painful episode of laryngitis. It started on Wednesday, got worse on Thursday, blew up on Friday, stayed that way on Saturday, got a little better on Sunday, and now I'm somewhere between Thursday and Friday. This has all the good stuff: coughing, congestion, there was even some wonderful fever. And my voice which comes and goes but mostly goes. I'm supposed to be singing on Saturday too.

By chance, my mother called on Friday morning. She sent dad over with provisions (soup and juice) and then sent him over to get me and take me home for the weekend, where she could make sure I was eating soup and drinking tea and getting rest. I love my mother.

I know she had an ulterior motive, too.

For a while now, my mother wanted a dog. She has been looking at a Yorkie for months and found someone who had a Pomeranian at a good price. On Saturday afternoon, the guy she found delivered mom's new, eight week old dog - the runt of four.

Meet Buffy!


Buffy spent the rest of Saturday being afraid so we let her sleep. We played a little on Sunday, but she still slept most of the day, which was fine because I was still not feeling well anyway. I heard she got out of her pen some time this morning (it's the best we can do for when my parents are at work and until they can get her a crate for the night), but seems to be adapting well to her new surroundings. She's pretty well paper trained and I did not hear her bark.

Dad didn't want a dog. But, I told mom that he would change his tune when the dog arrived and he certainly did. Callie hissed at her, but she's a pretty mellow cat and I'm sure she'll get used to it. It will be two weeks before I see her again. I wonder how much this tiny thing will grow.

I'm still coughing. My voice is still MIA. My throat is very raw. But, I've got some nice tea and maybe I'll actually be able to get some sleep tonight too. Here's hoping!

On Vacation

My voice is, anyway.

Around 1400 or so yesterday, I had a tickle in the throat and a little cough. I took some stuff and set up the humidifier before going to bed, but woke up with no voice today. I didn't give it permission to have the day off! No fair!

I can't tell if it's chest or nasal congestion that's causing the problem. Isn't that weird? But, other than the lack of speaking, I'm feeling fine. By the way, the funky dizzies of last week seem to have passed.

Maybe I should make more of an effort to get some decent sleep. Otherwise, I'll spend the whole season getting sick after sick after sick.

Wintry Blues

Not blues, really, maybe just boredom. I'd like to stay home, play games, crochet some stuff. Sadly, I must go to work (this keeps the bills paid, so it's not completely a bad thing). I'm not sure if I have any PTO to use for the rest of the year. So much is going on, I would really love a day to just sit and rest and occupy my mind with other things.

That would be nice.

WANT

I just found a website with totally awesome and very expensive dolls! Oh, how I want one and want to make tons of clothes for her!

Alas, it will be quite a while before I can save up the dough such a thing would require.

I know you want to know what it is. Here it is! http://dollfairyland.com/

Fun and what?

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For A Visit

I got to go to brunch today! It was great to see everyone. Then I hung with my parents for a bit.

Mom is getting a dog. She wants a Yorkie, but will very likely end up with a Pomeranian by the end of the week. Dad doesn't want a dog. I tried to tell him that he has to live with it, though. It's mom's bonus money that she's using. She can spend it how she wants!

After I got home, I played an old video game for a while (anyone remember Secret of Mana?). I needed a little break from yarn. Tomorrow, it will be back to work.

Remind me to check with Fox and Fae and my parents about New Year's Eve plans this year. I want to have a big mondo movie night again like we did a couple years ago.

Little Bit of Truth

Despite what I say, I really do love this time of year.

I just opened my curtain and was greeted with the first snow of the season. This is an image from my window. In the few minutes it took to load the picture to the computer and start typing, it's really picked up.

Big, fluffy flakes floating, rather rapidly, down to the ground, dusting the trees and the cars and the grass.

I had a lot to do today, but if it keeps up at this rate, I won't be going anywhere.

It's ok. It's beautiful. And a fine thing to see when I first look out into the world.

Dont't Let It Snow

I like snow. I enjoy snow. I have too much to do this weekend, all that involve more than fifty miles of driving, to deal with the tiny bit of snow that they're calling for.

We all should know by now, even a tiny bit of snow turned otherwise reasonable people into dangerous animals filled with panic.

Snow is great, just not yet!

Once More With Feeling

It was some years ago when I wrote this post about people's choice of words during this time of year.

This year, I own a business and thoughts of how to greet people are on the minds of many of my fellow sellers.

The general consensus is that "happy holidays" is the path of least resistance. There are many who choose to stick with what they know, and a small handful of people who are still under the impression that theirs is the only faith in the world and it doesn't matter what other people believe.

Perhaps it should not, but when you deal with other people, as retail shops do, it is good business sense to consider everyone.

The problem then turns into this: to be all-inclusive is to be exclusive to some. To speak from your heart is to speak only to those who share your beliefs. From my previous posts on the subject, it should be clear that I do not agree with this, or rather, I do not think it should be this way.

So, what are business owners to do? Whatever they want, really. Even the generic terms offend people. There is no way to approach this without offending someone until everyone understands, and embraces, the differences of the people around them.

Don't Wanna

Yesterday, while I was just sitting at my desk minding my own business, doing my work like I should, when I suddenly felt very dizzy. It was like my chair was on a moon bounce and there were a ton of kids bouncing around. Then I felt sick. Then I got a headache.

The headache is still here, and I'm crazy sore in my neck and shoulders. And every now and then I still get kind of dizzy.

Phoenix thinks I have an inner ear infection. That means doctor. And likely some drugs. And maybe some other not fun stuff.

I don't want to go to the doctor. Though, it is about time to get the follow up to see the progress from all those damn pills she put me on this summer.

My head hurts. I'm going to bed.

Think Houses

I've mentioned to my roommates before that I don't want to be renting forever. I love the condo we're living in right now, but we've really reached our limit with it. I would really love a house, and I would really love to buy one. Since I can't afford one on my own, but the three of us might be able to afford one, the best way for it to work would be for me to buy and them to essentially rent from me. This also works because they are going to need a big house someday, with room for all the kids, so they're not ready to buy right now.

Sunflyr sat Phoenix and I down the other day and said he was ready to get out of the condo and into something bigger. Specifically, something that has room for him to make armor. Right now, he can only work on the tiny porch, and that doesn't do in the winter! I'd like a separate room for the computer and where I can keep and work with my yarn (and possibly keep the cats away from it). Phoenix would also like a separate room for the computer, where she can study and maybe do some crafting with me. We're all in agreement, we need a bigger place. And they also seem to agree that my initial idea of buying with them renting from me is a good one.

So, how do we make this happen?

Well, the first step is to get a list of what we need. At least three bedrooms and two full bathrooms. A garage or a basement. A free-standing house, not a town house (though, if that's all we can get, we might compromise). We would also like a fire place, but that's more of a really really want than a need. And, we know we need it to be relatively nearby to where we are now, so I don't have far to go to work, Sunflyr doesn't have far to go to work, and Phoenix doesn't have far to go to get to her carpool to school. We know how much we need our monthly payments to be, though we don't know exactly how that translates into what we can afford. I also have a teeny tiny bit saved for a down payment, it would be nice if it were more, but we can see what we can get with this. At the very least, we might have to stick it out another year while I build up my savings and try again next year.

Once we have our list solid, we will contact the realtor who found us the condo. She's a crazy lady, but she knows what she's doing. She found homes for three of our friends (and ours), so we know she'll be able to do something for us.

I'm ready to think of houses again! This time, with a little help from my wonderful friends, I might even be able to make it happen!