Don't cry, that's the energy most precious to me.
Well, we are really regretting dog sitting. Other than the paranoia of getting caught with a dog in the apartment, we just aren't meshing with the beast. I love dogs and all but my animals come first. Though Rory has a tendency to stalk the dog, which causes trouble, she was willing to lay down on the other side of me with said dog on the opposite side. She was minding her own business. Harley couldn't leave well enough alone. Had to keep nosing closer and closer. End result, was Rory smacking the dog and attempting a bite. The dog scream barked. I warned her, but she didn't listen. A mini Yogi in the brains department. I love that my dog is smart. She's hard headed, but smart. If I tell her 'No' and to 'Leave it' she will. Sometimes it takes one or to warnings, but she doesn't want me coming after her and will obey. This is how a Jack Russell Terrier can co-exist with cats. Yes I admit when the whole pack is set on something her head goes out the window. But on her own she listens. She is no Skid Boot (RIP Skid Boot) and I would never trust her outside off leash in a no fence area, but she is smart and spiteful. I've been peed on her the last 2 times I've been over. She hates that she doesn't see me much anymore. She is not happy. She use to get her own time with me. When I lived at home I would take her away from the other dogs and let her have time to herself. When I moved out, we brought her over on the weekends and she was the only dog here. Then we got Rory and she had the evil in her towards Shiner, so we thought that it would be better holding off bringing Shiner back over till Rory was old enough that she could get away if she needed to. Well now Shiner is pissed because she gets no alone time anymore, so she pisses on me. When we move we will start bringing her over in a hope to get her use to Rory and the place, and maybe make it permanent. Here's to hoping.
So yeah, I'm feeling better. Sorry for the emo entry everyone, I just had to get it out. There have been a lot of things going on at once and the car was the straw that broke the camel's back when it comes to my emotions. I'm better now. Brett finally got me back to laughing again. I'm still paranoid about safety. I don't know when/if that will go away, but I can deal with that.
Inspired by Tokyo Cowgirl's People of Japan series. I'm going to start the Songs of Anime Series. I have a whole playlist of my favorite Anime opening and ending songs. They are often done by popular artists and have music videos, so I'm going to hunt down the english lyrics and music videos and post them here. I apologize in advance that most of these songs come from Naruto Shippuden and Bleach, but they have such great music that I can't resist. Plus it's anime that I watch most often. Thank you Dattebayo! You keep me coming back for more. ^_^
I got groceries and some booze at the store and kept it under budget! Woot! Sorry, it's one of the little things that living on my own has created that makes me happy. Because getting under budget and getting extras that we don't need, means I did great and still have a little money. Like I said, small things.
So Brett had to go to Beer Mecha last night. Determined to get trashed. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, Beer Mecha or Beer Heaven is a Liquor store near our house that boasts having every type of beer and booze out there. They even have a sign saying that if they don't have it, they will get it for you. So after he got some bud light, a german beer that our boss recommended, and some delirium; he got me some Strongbow (I'm so spoiled). Some unknown amount of money later we headed home with our haul. Now our fridge is stuffed with high end booze and a little bit of trashy kind. Brett didn't get trashed last night, just buzzed, but he is going to try again tonight. If he feels he needs to, then more power to him. I'll just sit back and get buzzed on Strongbows and Rum & Cokes. My alcohol needs are simple. Not cheep, but simple. I can't wait till I can start making mead. If it turns out good I will have some good booze for cheap. If I thing it's good enough, I will ship some off to Tokyo Cowgirl and see what she thinks.
After listening to Brett's Ipod, I started to think. I would be nice if I could put all my music in one device so I wouldn't have to tgo searching for the frikkin' CD every time I wanted to listen to a certain song. But Brett's little Ipod shuffle is too small for that. I would have to get an Ipod classic. If I collect over 50,000 songs then I would probably have a problem, but considering I don't think I ever would, it would be perfect for me. Only problem would be the price. Not sure if I want to pay that much right now. Maybe sometime after finances are better.
My sister asked to borrow my car while her other one that her husband drives gets it's transmission worked on. I told her that she could. Though I am a little hesitant. But she takes care of the cars she drives, so I think it will be ok. I just have problems lending things out. I have no problem with my dad driving my car. I know he would promptly fix anything that goes wrong with it. But I'm letting her borrow it, because I'm a good sister and she needs her car for work and we can't give her husband any excuse for not going to work. So he is going to drive her car and she is going to drive mine. Just not with the faceplace. LOL! Yep, not giving it up. She will drive in silence and be grateful that there was a car that she could borrow with only the condition of filling the tank back up to 3/4 full when she is done. The only thing that saved my radio was the fact that it had no faceplate on it. I'm not about to let a busy mother, so a vet with short term memory problems loose with it, so they can for get it in the car or somewhere else. Especially if it still has a busted out window. That I think is the most I'm worrying about. My car isn't completely secure anymore, so I am keeping it at my parent's house because I want it at a safe place, so it doesn't attract anymore unwanted attention. Of course the only thing worth stealing in it is the gas, but I still worry about further damage. My poor car. It never hurt anyone and has always been dependable. If you can't tell I get attached to things of mine. I cried when mom sold my first car. Then cried again when I was informed that the new owners ran it to death not long later. That car had problems I admit, but it ran. If you kept up on the fluids and maintenance it would run for you and not let you down. It's demands were simple. Feed me, keep up on my fluids, and keep your foot out of me. She had an engine. When I think of it I think of the song by Kathy Mattea '455 rocket'. That engine got me out of tight spots I wish not to tell anyone about. She forgave when you needed the full power of the engine, but if you didn't she would tell on you big time. Vapor lock, yep she could be spiteful that way. She didn't look pretty, they radio gave out and I had to spend money on a new one (the radio that's in my current car right now. What? Did you think I would spend a bunch of money on a nice radio, and not hang onto it from car to car?), she didn't turn on a dime, she drank gas like water, she had to have a new engine put in after a piston when through her old one which changed her from a fuel injection engine car to a carberated, but she took care of me a thousand ways from sunday. It was sad to let her go, and even sadder to hear that her new owner abused her till she just couldn't take it anymore and died. She will be missed. I think that I would even have a hard time giving up my current car when the time comes to get a new one. I don't know if I could do it. I think I would actually spend the money to keep her around so she could be a backup car whenever someone in the family needs one. I don't want to send another car to it's death at the hands of an idiot. It happened to my mom's old car. She sold it when it was just classified as a classic and warned about the transmission. Same thing happened to it that happened to my car. Drove to death. I'm just too sentimental and too much of a pack rat. I even felt bad when Brett had to sell his old car when he needed something more dependable. They took a blowtorch to it to get the sticker off. I can't remember what happened to it, but I think it went the way of my car too. Why can't people take care of their cars? I drive fast, but I rarely gun it. I let the car reach it's speed the way it's supposed to, because especially with old cars, if you push them too hard they start complaining. I've always have had cars with power, and most likely will always, but I don't abuse that power, much, I just like having it when I need it. Well I'm done with my unintentional rant. Laters! Savvy?
-Aislin