*shudder*
I just found a tick on me. I don't know how it got there and I don't know how long it had been there. Thankfully, it wasn't embedded into my skin, but it still smarted when my mom pulled it off of me.
I can't, for the life of me, figure out where it came from. My cat does NOT go outside or come into contact with animals that are outside. I haven't had contact with any other animals other than my cat. I haven't gone walking through the woods or rolling around in the grass lately (that's how we always used to get ticks). If I acquired it in my garage, I don't know how, because I don't remember touching anything between my car and the kitchen door.
I'm all freaked out now and the slightest little tickle on my skin makes me jump and I start swatting at my skin. I was just sitting here, playing a game on the computer, when I looked down and saw a round little bug stuck to the underside of my right arm, just below my wrist. Maybe it was on my mouse pad? I have no clue.
***My mother just reminded me that we were outside the other day cutting down a fallen tree limb in some huge bushes by my driveway. Perhaps a tick (hopefully not several) attached to our clothes/shoes, then attached to my precious kitty. When I picked him up to carry him to his food bowl, perhaps the tick then attached itself to my arm. *shudder* I hope we get him shaved tomorrow because there's no searching him for ticks. It's just an impossibility.***
Anyhow, I'm on vacation this week!!!!!!! Whoo-hoo!!!!!! I did absolutely nothing on Sunday, I went "pre-shopping" yesterday to look for a skirt/dress for a wedding this weekend. I'll do the real shopping on Friday night with Ivy. I definitely need someone else's opinion before I buy anything. I have absolutely no fashion sense. Today, I went swimming at Trace's house and I might do that again tomorrow if his sister doesn't mind (I don't expect her to mind, though).
Oh, change of subject: The other night, my stupid step-sister called me while I was at Trace's house. I figured she was calling to see if I'd babysit the next day (to which I was gonna say noooooooooooooooooo).
She started the conversation with "Guess what?" which made me quite nervous. I was fully expecting her to say that she was pregnant. Instead, she dropped a different bomb on me. Not a huge H-bomb, but a bomb nonetheless.
She said that she was getting my dad to adopt her..................Sorry, I had to take a moment to let that sink in still.
She's 23, going on 24, married with a child of her own. What purpose does it serve to have my dad adopt her now? I mean, if she just wants to cut her biological dad out of her life, which she has done, then fine. If she wants to go on calling my dad her "dad", fine...whatever. But to formally go through the legality and paperwork of it all is a bit silly, in my opinion. And I know my dad. He couldn't give two shakes of a rat's tale (I'm terrible at southern metaphors) whether she considers him her "dad" or not. They've not had the best relationship in the past 8 or 10 or 13 years. He's a disciplinarian and she's the wild child who walked all over her mother and treated her like shit during her teen years. My dad usually let my stepmom take care of things regarding my stupid stepsister, but when things turned ugly against my stepmom, Dad would step in. And then there were the screams of "You're not my REAL dad! I want to go live with my daddy!" To which my stepmother would give in to whatever my stupid stepsister wanted because she was afraid that she would pack up her things and try to runaway. Although she never would do it; she was just using that to get her way.
Anyway, I have a feeling the only reason my dad is going along with this is because my stepmother has him by the balls. This was all my stepsister's idea though, but my stepmother is glad to go along with it, I suppose. She apparently sprung this upon my parents that same night that she called me to tell me about it. So now my stupid stepsister is soon to become my stupid adopted sister. *sigh*
I assume that she called my other stepsister (her half-sister) and told her this too. Which makes this all the more weird. My other stepsister knows nothing about her biological father. My stepmom has never told anyone, not her nor my dad, about him. And no one's ever talked about my dad adopting her. Weird.
I've talked to my dad three times since finding out this bit of info and he's yet to mention it to me. If my stupid stepsister hadn't called me to tell me, I wouldn't have known at all. Just like everything else regarding her, my father doesn't find it necessary to inform me or my brother. If my nephew hadn't been such a wonderful blessing in our lives, I have to wonder if I'd even know about him.
I can't, for the life of me, figure out where it came from. My cat does NOT go outside or come into contact with animals that are outside. I haven't had contact with any other animals other than my cat. I haven't gone walking through the woods or rolling around in the grass lately (that's how we always used to get ticks). If I acquired it in my garage, I don't know how, because I don't remember touching anything between my car and the kitchen door.
I'm all freaked out now and the slightest little tickle on my skin makes me jump and I start swatting at my skin. I was just sitting here, playing a game on the computer, when I looked down and saw a round little bug stuck to the underside of my right arm, just below my wrist. Maybe it was on my mouse pad? I have no clue.
***My mother just reminded me that we were outside the other day cutting down a fallen tree limb in some huge bushes by my driveway. Perhaps a tick (hopefully not several) attached to our clothes/shoes, then attached to my precious kitty. When I picked him up to carry him to his food bowl, perhaps the tick then attached itself to my arm. *shudder* I hope we get him shaved tomorrow because there's no searching him for ticks. It's just an impossibility.***
Anyhow, I'm on vacation this week!!!!!!! Whoo-hoo!!!!!! I did absolutely nothing on Sunday, I went "pre-shopping" yesterday to look for a skirt/dress for a wedding this weekend. I'll do the real shopping on Friday night with Ivy. I definitely need someone else's opinion before I buy anything. I have absolutely no fashion sense. Today, I went swimming at Trace's house and I might do that again tomorrow if his sister doesn't mind (I don't expect her to mind, though).
Oh, change of subject: The other night, my stupid step-sister called me while I was at Trace's house. I figured she was calling to see if I'd babysit the next day (to which I was gonna say noooooooooooooooooo).
She started the conversation with "Guess what?" which made me quite nervous. I was fully expecting her to say that she was pregnant. Instead, she dropped a different bomb on me. Not a huge H-bomb, but a bomb nonetheless.
She said that she was getting my dad to adopt her..................Sorry, I had to take a moment to let that sink in still.
She's 23, going on 24, married with a child of her own. What purpose does it serve to have my dad adopt her now? I mean, if she just wants to cut her biological dad out of her life, which she has done, then fine. If she wants to go on calling my dad her "dad", fine...whatever. But to formally go through the legality and paperwork of it all is a bit silly, in my opinion. And I know my dad. He couldn't give two shakes of a rat's tale (I'm terrible at southern metaphors) whether she considers him her "dad" or not. They've not had the best relationship in the past 8 or 10 or 13 years. He's a disciplinarian and she's the wild child who walked all over her mother and treated her like shit during her teen years. My dad usually let my stepmom take care of things regarding my stupid stepsister, but when things turned ugly against my stepmom, Dad would step in. And then there were the screams of "You're not my REAL dad! I want to go live with my daddy!" To which my stepmother would give in to whatever my stupid stepsister wanted because she was afraid that she would pack up her things and try to runaway. Although she never would do it; she was just using that to get her way.
Anyway, I have a feeling the only reason my dad is going along with this is because my stepmother has him by the balls. This was all my stepsister's idea though, but my stepmother is glad to go along with it, I suppose. She apparently sprung this upon my parents that same night that she called me to tell me about it. So now my stupid stepsister is soon to become my stupid adopted sister. *sigh*
I assume that she called my other stepsister (her half-sister) and told her this too. Which makes this all the more weird. My other stepsister knows nothing about her biological father. My stepmom has never told anyone, not her nor my dad, about him. And no one's ever talked about my dad adopting her. Weird.
I've talked to my dad three times since finding out this bit of info and he's yet to mention it to me. If my stupid stepsister hadn't called me to tell me, I wouldn't have known at all. Just like everything else regarding her, my father doesn't find it necessary to inform me or my brother. If my nephew hadn't been such a wonderful blessing in our lives, I have to wonder if I'd even know about him.