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So.
I've been applying for jobs, and am still searching. i did miss a phone call today, but Chris pointed out it was Sunday, and was most likely not a possible employer.
Last Friday was hard. Mom had taken Tom to the vet to see what was wrong with him. He's what, fifteen years old?, his teeth are falling out, still has buckshot under his skin where someone shot him years ago, not eating, etc. The vet said the little man was dieing. water on the lungs, and so on. Of course, my parents did the right thing and didn't let him suffer. but it is still painful to loose him. He was taken back home and buried on the back of my parents property. I've known Tom for a large portion of my life. but what hurt me the most, i think, was that he was Earl's cat. Everyone i have met because of my brother is no longer in my life, but Tom was still he to remind me of him. I guess i felt he was a part of Tom. His death was a little something like loosing my brother all over again. Ridiculous, I know; he was a cat. But even now, writing about the news a few days after hearing it still makes my heart ache and I cry a little. I miss him.
On a lighter note, Darin moved into the second floor of my house.
on a third note, a friend of mine named Erin has a rather occupation. she's a 'sleepover specialist.' aka she holds girls' sex toys parties. they're like tupperware parties, but not. So, if I held one, who'd drive to lansing to join? and when would be best?
oh, as far as jobs, I do babysit Chloe quite often, and am now a mystery shopper. I'm unemployed, but I do have a couple bucks rolling in.
Mom. she went into the Doc's for a stress test like my dad had. she didn't do well either. Depending on what he says today depends on what happens to her. Possibly stints in her heart too. That scars me a little. My mom under the knife. and the fact that both of my parents might have had serious heart surgery before they were fifty. I'm not saying my parents are body builders, but i consider them both healthy. so what does that leave for me? I'm not healthy, and i have a bad family history already.
i need a bigger house.
I've been applying for jobs, and am still searching. i did miss a phone call today, but Chris pointed out it was Sunday, and was most likely not a possible employer.
Last Friday was hard. Mom had taken Tom to the vet to see what was wrong with him. He's what, fifteen years old?, his teeth are falling out, still has buckshot under his skin where someone shot him years ago, not eating, etc. The vet said the little man was dieing. water on the lungs, and so on. Of course, my parents did the right thing and didn't let him suffer. but it is still painful to loose him. He was taken back home and buried on the back of my parents property. I've known Tom for a large portion of my life. but what hurt me the most, i think, was that he was Earl's cat. Everyone i have met because of my brother is no longer in my life, but Tom was still he to remind me of him. I guess i felt he was a part of Tom. His death was a little something like loosing my brother all over again. Ridiculous, I know; he was a cat. But even now, writing about the news a few days after hearing it still makes my heart ache and I cry a little. I miss him.
On a lighter note, Darin moved into the second floor of my house.
on a third note, a friend of mine named Erin has a rather occupation. she's a 'sleepover specialist.' aka she holds girls' sex toys parties. they're like tupperware parties, but not. So, if I held one, who'd drive to lansing to join? and when would be best?
oh, as far as jobs, I do babysit Chloe quite often, and am now a mystery shopper. I'm unemployed, but I do have a couple bucks rolling in.
Mom. she went into the Doc's for a stress test like my dad had. she didn't do well either. Depending on what he says today depends on what happens to her. Possibly stints in her heart too. That scars me a little. My mom under the knife. and the fact that both of my parents might have had serious heart surgery before they were fifty. I'm not saying my parents are body builders, but i consider them both healthy. so what does that leave for me? I'm not healthy, and i have a bad family history already.
i need a bigger house.