Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Walk Pics

A solar trash compactor:

A train going over a bridge:

A pretty butterfly:

The back of a speed limit sign:

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Play?

Last night I went and watched BGF's outdoor soccer game by myself. I went up into the stands and sat with the mother of the girl that plays on and organized the team. Girl's mom asked me if how I knew one of the players (ok really she asked me if I was his wife...hahahhahaha nope), so I explained that BGF and I met through work, and then that he and I and my supposed hubby all play indoor soccer together. Girl's Mom then asked why I wasn't playing outdoor. I explained BGF's reasoning (the big field, slow me) and Girl's mom said what I've heard quite a few times...isn't something better than nothing. I tried to change the subject, but it came up a few more times. It also came up after the game ended, when the mother suggested to Girl that I be asked to play. Girl looked at BGF in shock - it's not like he hasn't been aware of the problem of having no female subs and well shit, not even enough to play full strength!

Anyways, he shot me a look and quietly said, "I'm just trying to protect your feelings." My angry response? "Fuck you." Now that wasn't very nice of me, I know. So I didn't get an explanation of that until today. He's worried that I'll go out there, not do well, and give up. But maybe if I work on things in my own time I'd improve, and then when I did get to play I'd have more fun. The argument was even presented to him that how discouraging must it be for me not to even get the chance. And it is...it's nice to know that having nothing is better than having me.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Got A Raise!

Doesn't that sound so exciting?! Yeah, it's not true...no raise for me. Not that I haven't been a exemplary employee - we're broke, no one's getting raises. But, I do have good news that's almost like a mini-raise. Starting at the beginning of next month I won't have to nearly as much for parking!! I'm going from $95 to $25! Holy crap...an extra $70 a month...that's $840 a year! I know it's not a lot, but hell yeah! I'll take it!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Worst Weekend

Even with this weekend being a 3-day weekend, it sure was shitty. The news about Sable was really out of the blue. I knew Sable was going in on Friday for x-rays, and when I called my mom for updates that afternoon on my ride home from work, she wouldn't even talk to me because she was crying and didn't want me to cry while I was in the car. We had planned on golfing, so when I got to the course I called her and demanded to know what was up. I asked her if Sable would ever come home, and her answer was, "I don't know". So there went Friday.

On Saturday I bummed around waiting to hear from my mom, and then call came around 1:00 - Sable was gone. Wow...ok. There went Saturday. And most of Sunday. Every time I thought about her my heart just sank. I'd hit a moment where I'd wonder to myself why I was feeling so down, and then I'd remember and it would hurt all over.

I think my feelings about her magnified what happened last night. At one point GuyRoommate and I were sitting on the sectional downstairs and he commented that we were surrounded my kitties. My Marco was cuddled up with me, one of his kitties was stretched out on the lounge, and Grace (GirlRoommate's kitty) was sleeping next to him. It hit me then that we were short one kitty. Swats was no where to be seen. Oh well, it's a big house and there are plenty of places to hide. A few hours later as I was making my way upstairs to go to bed, I decided to peek around to see if I noticed Swats. Nope, no kitty. I went back downstairs and mentioned to GuyRoommate that the kitty was no where to be seen, so he suggested a few places to look. Nope, no kitty. The only place I hadn't looked was his bedroom, so he checked. Nope, no kitty. We looked all over the house. Nope, no kitty. None of our kitties are outdoor kitties, unless you count chilling on the second story deck. Even then, Swats only wants to be there if the door is left open and you're out there with her. GuyRoommate had been grilling out there, so I looked. Nope, no kitty. Not accidently locked in the garage either. He kept assuring me that she's gotten out before, but she's such a scaredy-cat that she never goes far. Oh yeah, then where is she?

At about 2:00 am GuyRoommate opens my bedroom door holding a purring Swats. She had been outside, somehow eluding us as we called her. At one point he decided to open the door to the garage again, and he saw her, sitting out in the driveway, next to my car. It's a good thing he told me, or I would have never gone to sleep. He guesses she was out awhile...he offered her a treat and she nearly took his finger off while gobbling it down. He set her next to the food bowl and she started munching away.

I have no idea when she disappeared. Sunday we were in and out of the house going into the garage, and the big garage door was open the whole time. Monday, in and out just a few times. I can't believe it took me so long to notice she was gone...she's a noisy cat. She'll stand in front of you while you're chilling on the couch and she'll meow and meow at you to lean over and pet her. She's a lil chatterbox.

What else made this weekend blow...shopping for clothes to fit my goofy shape is not fun. I haven't been feeling well. I'm not sure if it's allergies, sinus crap, or what. I do know when my head hurts so bad from the pressure that my teeth start to hurt I am not a happy person!

Monday, September 7, 2009

So Handsome


GirlRoommate's kitty has a little wound on her neck from being bitten by something, and it won't get any better because she won't stop scratching it. We decided to try a dog shirt to see if the collar would cover the wound and prevent her from scratching. Before we put it on her we decided to let Marco wear it for a minute, just long enough for me to get a picture. Look at my handsome little guy!!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Best Dog Ever


My mother called this morning to tell me she's gone. I knew this was coming...on Thursday Mom took her to the vet to get her routine shots and to ask some questions, why was she drinking so much, why does she have that odd spot on her back. The answer was a mix of diabetes and Cushing's disease. I won't go into all of the details, but after talking with the vet is was decided that regardless of what done in terms of treatment, she would still be suffering. She's the only dog I've ever had. My brother lived with a few guys right after graduating from college, and it was one of his roommates that got her. When they moved out of that house, Sable came to stay with me & Mom "just for a few weeks". She showed up infested with fleas and in heat. Mom was upset with my brother and the boys for taking such poor care of her. She did get Sable fixed, cleaned up the fleas and told him, "this is YOUR dog, not ours".

Fast forward 8 years, and while she still likes my brother, she knows knows her her mom and sissy are. I could stick my fingers in her mouth and pull out a partially eaten treat with no fear of a biting. Mom and I were the two people that could let her out to potty. Anyone else opens the door and she runs to one of us. Not anymore. Wow this hurts. I think I've cried more over this than when my grandfather died. I think it's because, with him he understood, and with her, I don't know if she did. But animals do understand more than I realize. After I hung up the phone I just laid on my bed and cried. Marco was right there with me, purring, nuzzling, and making muffins more that I've ever seen him do. Thanks kitteh, you have made mommeh feel better.