dazed and confused without a destination ...
So an interesting turn of events has captured me yet again.
I've been planning on moving back home with the folks when our lease is up. Jen and Matt are getting a place together, and I can't afford a place on my own ... especially when I'm trying to pay off my credit card before my deportation. Living with the folks would be okay. Mom's planning to recarpet the attic - yay - which is not air conditioned - boo - and my brother is moving out in August for school. Problems incurred living with the folks, however, include shitty traffic situation from twice daily commute; having to drive 1.5 hrs to get to the stable where I train; long Monday nights after band practice. But all worth it in the end, right?
Unless ...
Lisa (friend from band) has offered to let me live with her. For free. In Tyrone. Which means my commute would be better than it is now! I'd be farther from the barn than I am, but not obscenely far. Band practice could continue without the dread of hour+ drive home afterwards. I'm still close to Dad's family. Closer, actually. Wait? How is this bad? I drive less. I pay no money (Mom would probably make me pay something to cover food/utilites consumed). Lisa has offered to furniture sit for me while I'm gone (no need to sell off bed). I can keep Jezebel too. In return I'll help her keep house and watch her two boys occasionally. I'm still not seeing the downside. She knows this is for a year (hopefully not more, because that means medical issues) and she's okay with that. I'll be around during the school year to help out. Hmm. This could really work.
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In other news:
We put Leonardo to sleep last Friday. The cancer was definitely malignant and the tumor had grown significantly even since the x-ray. I was the one who had to give permission -- Mom tried to circumvent this by giving her work & cell number, but alas, was foiled again -- as my brother listened. I haven't seen my brother cry since I made him do so when we were both little. Yeah, that really sucked. But thank you to everyone who has called and written and prayed for my fat little furbutt.
The rest of the weekend was not so dour. "Mr & Mrs Smith" was seen and enjoyed, although suspension of disbelief is necessary for *all* of the action sequences. That, and you just want to shout at the bad guys YOU'RE DOING THAT WRONG, DUMBASS!!! as the bad guys stand in a CIRCLE around our two protagonists and shoot at EACH OTHER. Reference FM 7- 8. Please. This is when military training is a bitch.
Saturday was spent making the 9.5 layer bean dip to end all bean dips. Patent pending on recipe. Needless to say, "yum".
Sunday was spent at a couple of gatherings at which cool people were met. I think I've just committed various weekends to a hobby that makes life-long friends look at me funny. Well, I'm willing to step outside of my comfort zone. So mneah.
I must be rested though. When Jezebel woke me up by purring like a fiend on my chest I was ready to bounce out of bed ... even before my alarm. That's weird. She's STILL pregnant. I'm beginning to believe Daddy: it's all a farce to get additional love/attention/food. Well, as soon as I have the money, all it's going to get her is another visit to the vet.
I found a book that's finally caught my attention. I left it at work and that pissed me off -- hence the long posting to keep me occupado since I can't read it. It's about Boudica, a Celtic Warrior Queen who kicked the Romans' asses on several occasions. Never heard of her before. Or the author. But Google found lots of credible sites on the historical figure. Should be interesting.
And since I've taken up enough space on your Friends pages by now, I will leave you, dear reader, to your own nefarious devices. Remember, be kind to animals. Spay and neuter your cats and dogs.
I've been planning on moving back home with the folks when our lease is up. Jen and Matt are getting a place together, and I can't afford a place on my own ... especially when I'm trying to pay off my credit card before my deportation. Living with the folks would be okay. Mom's planning to recarpet the attic - yay - which is not air conditioned - boo - and my brother is moving out in August for school. Problems incurred living with the folks, however, include shitty traffic situation from twice daily commute; having to drive 1.5 hrs to get to the stable where I train; long Monday nights after band practice. But all worth it in the end, right?
Unless ...
Lisa (friend from band) has offered to let me live with her. For free. In Tyrone. Which means my commute would be better than it is now! I'd be farther from the barn than I am, but not obscenely far. Band practice could continue without the dread of hour+ drive home afterwards. I'm still close to Dad's family. Closer, actually. Wait? How is this bad? I drive less. I pay no money (Mom would probably make me pay something to cover food/utilites consumed). Lisa has offered to furniture sit for me while I'm gone (no need to sell off bed). I can keep Jezebel too. In return I'll help her keep house and watch her two boys occasionally. I'm still not seeing the downside. She knows this is for a year (hopefully not more, because that means medical issues) and she's okay with that. I'll be around during the school year to help out. Hmm. This could really work.
***
In other news:
We put Leonardo to sleep last Friday. The cancer was definitely malignant and the tumor had grown significantly even since the x-ray. I was the one who had to give permission -- Mom tried to circumvent this by giving her work & cell number, but alas, was foiled again -- as my brother listened. I haven't seen my brother cry since I made him do so when we were both little. Yeah, that really sucked. But thank you to everyone who has called and written and prayed for my fat little furbutt.
The rest of the weekend was not so dour. "Mr & Mrs Smith" was seen and enjoyed, although suspension of disbelief is necessary for *all* of the action sequences. That, and you just want to shout at the bad guys YOU'RE DOING THAT WRONG, DUMBASS!!! as the bad guys stand in a CIRCLE around our two protagonists and shoot at EACH OTHER. Reference FM 7- 8. Please. This is when military training is a bitch.
Saturday was spent making the 9.5 layer bean dip to end all bean dips. Patent pending on recipe. Needless to say, "yum".
Sunday was spent at a couple of gatherings at which cool people were met. I think I've just committed various weekends to a hobby that makes life-long friends look at me funny. Well, I'm willing to step outside of my comfort zone. So mneah.
I must be rested though. When Jezebel woke me up by purring like a fiend on my chest I was ready to bounce out of bed ... even before my alarm. That's weird. She's STILL pregnant. I'm beginning to believe Daddy: it's all a farce to get additional love/attention/food. Well, as soon as I have the money, all it's going to get her is another visit to the vet.
I found a book that's finally caught my attention. I left it at work and that pissed me off -- hence the long posting to keep me occupado since I can't read it. It's about Boudica, a Celtic Warrior Queen who kicked the Romans' asses on several occasions. Never heard of her before. Or the author. But Google found lots of credible sites on the historical figure. Should be interesting.
And since I've taken up enough space on your Friends pages by now, I will leave you, dear reader, to your own nefarious devices. Remember, be kind to animals. Spay and neuter your cats and dogs.