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Arabella ate her weight in my gummy bears today. I didn’t even leave them out- THEY WERE IN MY BACKPACK. Which she SOMEHOW got into, ripped the plastic off, and devoured them ALL before I got home. I’ve used an entire half-gallon of oxystrength pet stain remover on my poor carpet today alone. That thing cost me 12 bucks, supposed to last a month, IN A DAY. And don’t even get me started on how bad her puke smells, with the sweet gummy scent combined with her acid bile/food from this morning. (Apologies for the graphic nature of this paragraph.) If I wanted to clean throw-up all day, I would have a kid.
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I password-protected a post I wrote about two weeks ago. There are no juicy secrets in it, sorry, I just don’t want that information about me available to the general public. Future protected posts will more than likely be coming, and the password will be the same for all. If you want the password, comment on this post or send me an email.
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The House passed the healthcare reform bill tonight. Remember when I wrote this, about my friend who freaks the fuck out at anyone who could be remotely liberal? Yeah, guess who wrote a Facebook status almost immediately, sparking debate (not bad) and namecalling (bad.) WHICH PISSES ME OFF ALL OVER AGAIN. Shit, I don’t care if you hate the bill. Honestly, I’m not quite fond of it myself. But to write “FOR ALL YOU IGNORANT LIBERALS….I’M SURE THIS IS ALL GEORGE BUSH’S FAULT.”? Really? Do you really need the “for all you ignorant liberals” part? As I recall, there were plenty of conservatives blaming Bush 24/7. So shut the fuck up. *P.S. Just for you, one-who-wrote-Facebook-status, I’m not-so-secretly glad that someone poked a hole in your credibility and commended a liberal for taking the high road. HA!*
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To the surprise of no one, I’m pretty sure I’m failing approximately half my classes.
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My mom hit a deer last week, driving my dad’s car. We took it to the dealer, along with my car (scheduled maintenance), to make sure nothing was technically wrong with it and to order new parts. The service technician propped the hood open to check the engine, stuck his hand in there, and pulled out… OUR HOUSE PHONE. From the engine. All my mom said was, “THAT’S where that went!”
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I bought a new LCD HDTV. It is gorgeous and the most grown-up thing I have ever bought myself. I’ll be living off Ramen and water for the next thirty years, but who cares? I HAVE A FUCKING SWEET TV! Also on the home-y note, I’m painting my rooms dark blue and dark green, a definite upgrade from the current dingy, contractor-painted colors.
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Get ready for tomorrow… where I detail everything that I’ve been feeling toward MFH for the past, oh, ever! (Oh, and in case anyone noticed, I didn’t do a first of the month post for November. Because absolutely nothing is happening in November.)
Neglectful
I’ve been failing at blogging.
On some level, I have things to write about. Like the 90% I got on my Psychology Statistics exam, the 91% on my Child Development exam, and the 86% on my Musicology exam; I’m super proud of those. This semester is the first where I feel like I actually have a handle on school, and the first I’m not only starting out well, but the first I really enjoy.
Beyond school and nannying though, I don’t have much to say. I’m in the midst of a potential life-changing event, but I can’t give those details yet, as I haven’t told some people who deserve to know before the general public. That’s consuming a good deal of my time- researching, planning, preparing. I’m excited, and the minute I can write about it, I will.
In family news, my dad moved back to Washington DC. He’s doing business out there, business I couldn’t blog about even if I knew what it was, but he comes back here to Kansas on the weekends. That leaves me to help with getting Will to/from school, finding him dinner, etc when my mom is on call. Its gotten to the point where I’m now at home more often than I’m at my apartment.
TK and Len are adjusting to KU quite wonderfully. We all still have other groups of friends, so we aren’t driving each other crazy, being in the same school again. Len and I watch for TK all the time, since she’s hilarious when she huffs and puffs walking up campus, late for class.
Anyway, no promises I’ll be better at blogging, at least for a little while… but at some point, I’ll be back with plenty of news for everyone.
(P.S. I’m deleting my Plurk account, so follow me on Twitter.)
Head, meet wall.
You know what I can’t stand?
People that are utterly disrespectful when it comes to political views. (Or, really, anyone disrespectful at all, but I’m talking political right now.)
I have a friend who is extremely conservative. There isn’t one issue he’s even remotely moderate about, let alone anywhere near liberal. You have to tiptoe around anything political around him unless you want an earful of his opinions.
Now, I’m all for debate, but I’m also all for acknowledging the other side and realizing that your way isn’t necessarily the only way.
This friend of mine commented on Len’s friend’s Facebook status, which said something to the effect of “So-and-so is very close to calling himself a Democrat.” Said friend of mine had a conversation with Len’s friend, then followed up with “All I heard from that was ’sorry I am totally wrong…wow Democrats sure are stupid.’ Lol” Len then got involved, said straight out “No need to be disrespectful”, to which said friend responded “Respect is definitely something you can’t learn from a typical liberal, ha nice try though.”
HOW DISGUSTING IS THAT.
Said friend refuses to even hear out the other side. I consider my political alignment moderate, holding opinions that fall both on the liberal side and on the conservative side. If I even briefly mention a left-wing point of view, he goes BALLISTIC and WILL NOT drop the issue till I either hang up the phone or walk away. As you can see, he also flat-out name calls people (anyone!) stupid, brainless, unintelligent for having liberal opinions.
And he wonders why I refuse to date him. I can’t ever be with someone who not only is so completely disrespectful, but also someone who absolutely refuses to accept that HE could be the wrong one.
The story of Breckyn
As everyone knows, I have a six-month-old puppy, Arabella, and a two-year-old cat, Trixie. They generally live with me in the apartment I share with Eliesa in Kansas City. Though I tried to avoid it, I’m still split in half, with part of me in KC and part of me in my hometown. Therefore when I go home, Arabella (and Trixie if I’m staying long enough) come with me.
Eliesa’s friend has a Siamese cat who was having kittens. Loving Siamese cats and being lonely when I take my pets home for the weekend, Eliesa had planned on taking one of the kittens if the cat gave birth to a Siamese one. Well, apparently they all took after their dad, so Eliesa headed down to one of our local animal shelters while I was at the rink to find the perfect kitten.
I got a call pretty soon after I got off the ice that day:
Eliesa: “Sooo… I’m at Animal Haven…”
Me: “Yeah…”
Eliesa: “Weeelll, how would you feel if I got a husky?”
*note my shock here*
Me: “A husky? As in the DOG BREED husky??”
Eliesa: “Ya, I totally just fell in love with her.”
Me: “A husky, a puppy and a cat in an 800 square foot apartment. LET’S DO IT.”
The shelter knew I had Arabella, and they wanted to see how she reacted with the husky (whose name I can’t remember now.) Right off the bat, the husky’s prey drive went NUTS. Arabella only weighs three pounds, so that’s understandable- but we obviously couldn’t adopt her when we have both Arabella and Trixie.
Eliesa and I (and Arabella) went through the shelter looking for a new dog, since Eliesa had basically decided at this point that she wanted a dog that she could take running. One of the adoption counselors pointed us to a dog named… Esme. That was the name they had given her. She’s a black lab mix, about a year of age. The only thing she wanted to do to Arabella was to play with her. No issues there, so Eliesa filled out some paperwork and brought her home.
Oh yeah, and renamed her Breckyn.
