Work
I was woken up by a call to come into work. I desperately didn't want to go in, but it was only for three hours and Amanda needed someone to cover. So I said to the hell with it, I will go in. Luckily the afternoon passed pretty quickly, even though I was working alone with Nelly. I like the girl to some extent. She has a spirit about her, and I think that if she were to really care about you she would make a good friend.. However, she seems to stand in this perpetual downpour of life dooming drama. Things are coming to an end, the sky is falling and nothing will ever be the same. Of course she can't always come off this strongly, but I have the sense that her entire life she has been relying upon this foundation in order to get things she wants/needs.
So, we hung out, made breadsticks, experimented with new breadsticks and did the general bullshit. I suppose if I hadn't been called into work there would be a chance that I would still be lazily trying to avoid greeting the day near my bed. I think I am gonna take the dog on a walk, I haven't since I sprained my ankle.
I fear even saying the word "walk" out loud, because every time I do his ears perk up and he looks straight at me, as if to say, "yeah slacker, where the eff is my walk". Le sigh. I try, dog, I do, but I can't do everything.
I need to also write my cousin TJ a letter, I haven't written him in close to three weeks. It's annoying how much time goes by in between my guilt over not writing. I forget about it for a day or two and then flush in the face guilt.
The kitten keeps chasing Hendrix around. At least the dog is finally holding his own and not running for his corner when the kitten comes. Meeko on the other hand has no fear, will go straight up to the dogs face and pounce using her little paws to hold his face in place. He gently bites her and picks her up with his mouth and she lightly bats back. I am glad that he has a friend in the house. Mr. Kitten and Coal were always terribly mean to Hendrix, the bully team. Since Kitten has passed Coal is melancholy and I feel bad. I even feel worse that I talk about my animals like my children.
By the way, EVERYONE HAS BABIES BUT ME. I mean I know that's not true, but part of me is jealous and part of me is disgustingly happy to not have little mes running around, wanting stuff from me ha ha.
Now, time for an episode of the Tudors.
Heather from high school wants to hang out.. haven't seen her since graduation but Ian assures me that we would get along really well. She asked for my number on FB today and wanted me to call her. Except, I suck at starting conversations. I guess I will do a little self relaxation before I call.
Goodness me.
So, we hung out, made breadsticks, experimented with new breadsticks and did the general bullshit. I suppose if I hadn't been called into work there would be a chance that I would still be lazily trying to avoid greeting the day near my bed. I think I am gonna take the dog on a walk, I haven't since I sprained my ankle.
I fear even saying the word "walk" out loud, because every time I do his ears perk up and he looks straight at me, as if to say, "yeah slacker, where the eff is my walk". Le sigh. I try, dog, I do, but I can't do everything.
I need to also write my cousin TJ a letter, I haven't written him in close to three weeks. It's annoying how much time goes by in between my guilt over not writing. I forget about it for a day or two and then flush in the face guilt.
The kitten keeps chasing Hendrix around. At least the dog is finally holding his own and not running for his corner when the kitten comes. Meeko on the other hand has no fear, will go straight up to the dogs face and pounce using her little paws to hold his face in place. He gently bites her and picks her up with his mouth and she lightly bats back. I am glad that he has a friend in the house. Mr. Kitten and Coal were always terribly mean to Hendrix, the bully team. Since Kitten has passed Coal is melancholy and I feel bad. I even feel worse that I talk about my animals like my children.
By the way, EVERYONE HAS BABIES BUT ME. I mean I know that's not true, but part of me is jealous and part of me is disgustingly happy to not have little mes running around, wanting stuff from me ha ha.
Now, time for an episode of the Tudors.
Heather from high school wants to hang out.. haven't seen her since graduation but Ian assures me that we would get along really well. She asked for my number on FB today and wanted me to call her. Except, I suck at starting conversations. I guess I will do a little self relaxation before I call.
Goodness me.