| Life, as I know it... |
[Jul. 15th, 2009|06:27 pm] |
Wow... I just realized I haven't made a real post since Jeeves died. Well, here goes...
For anyone who's not in the loop, I got a job training horses in Kansas! :D We moved out here on, I believe, the 14th of June... whatever that Sunday was. Much fun was had on the Friday night before the move... Crystal came to Fulton and we went out drinking. Wish I rememver more of the night. lol Anyway, I had a pretty nasty hangover while trying to pack on Saturday, but we managed to get it all done, including taking our old couch to the Clothes Cupboard (which was a pain in the ass) and taking our entertainment center to a girl from work's house. That required a little help from our neighbors of one week. That was really sad... we finally got cool neighbors a week before we moved. Anyway, my dad came up from D-town with my grandpa, uncle, and cousin to help move and to drive the horse trailer to take Sebet. It's amazing how much faster the unpacking was in comparison to the packing. Of course that doesn't include actually unpacking the boxes... there are still boxes everywhere....
So, without a single day in between moving and starting a new job, I went to work on Monday with Patrick, since she had some fence building and such for him to do. Lets just say that the first week did not go well at all. Actually, the first couple of weeks did not go well. My boss and I had a bit of a rough start, in which she wanted me to do things in a way that I was not used to at all, and didn't seem to understand why it was taking a few days to get settled into the routine and doing everything she wanted done. She wanted me to work 7 horses a day, plus do the morning feeding which took 2 hours, plus water the arena (another half hour). That just wasn't going to happen, so now I'm not doing the feeding regularly anymore, just when the person that normally does it is sick or something, and the 6-7 horses is much more manageable. Still a lot of work, and I have to be careful not to spend too much time with any one horse, but it's doable. And my boss and I are getting along much better. Oh yeah, and then there's the little point of me getting bucked off a horse in my second week. Her name is Calie, and she is a 3 year old Clydesdale/Thoroughbred. She is very good at bucking. But other than that, I'm pretty much getting to know all the horses pretty well, and my boss seems to believe I'm a good worker and competent. lol It took a while to get to that point. I was ready to quit at the drop of a hat for about the first three weeks, though, I'm not gonna lie. That's part of why I haven't really unpacked the house too much yet, because the house belongs to Vera. If I quit, I'd have to move.... and I'd have to move my pony. All 5 of us would be homeless. That would be bad.
I'm starting to get to know some of the boarders and lesson kids, too. There's a yearling colt named Spartan whose owner is pretty cool. Spartan is rather interesting. He tried to jump a gate and hurt himself, then immediately after he was put back out into the field, he ended up jumping out of the round pen while his owner was going to work with him. It was pretty impressive... he's only a yearling, so he's pretty small, and the round pen gate was at least 4.5 feet. It wasn't pretty--he fell down on the other side--but he did make it over. I told his owner (whose name I still don't know, come to think of it) that she should make him a jumper. I suppose I'll be getting to know some of the other people from the barn next weekend... Vera invited me to a girls night out sort of thing for all the ladies at the barn. It seems that dinner, a movie, and possibly drinks afterward are likely to be involved. Sounds like fun.
We're liking the town we're in pretty well. Lawrence is the city that the University of Kansas is in, so we've moved to another college town. lol It's also the liberal center of the state, basically. The town has basically anything you could possibly want, though I'm still looking for a Mexican place that has margaritas as good as Jalisco's. We found a pretty good Thai food restaurant. I'm actually eating leftovers from there right now. It turns out that tofu massaman is delish. I have to thank Patrick for that one. I must say I probably never in my life would have tried curry without him. :D And the nice thing about curry is that it's all about the spices, not flavored with beef broth or anything, so if you get it with tofu, it tastes pretty much the way it was meant to. And this Thai place has pretty much every dish available with tofu instead of meat. Oh, and there's totally a Ben & Jerry's shop downtown. They make pretty awesome smoothies. Then there's the Free State Brewery, also downtown. It's probably our favorite place so far. They brew their own beer, and it's the only kind of beer they have, and it's quite tasty. And the food is awesome, and nothing is terribly priced. They have an awesome tuna sandwich, and the basil tomato ciabatta sandwich was pretty tasty too. That's another thing about this town... all the restaurants are super vegetarian friendly. Everytime we go to a new place, I am surprised by all the yummy looking vegetarian stuff they have on the menu. The only down side to the town is that people are not at all afraid to ask random people on the street for money. We have had people stop and ask us for money 5 or 6 times since we got here. But other than that, it's a very free-spirited kind of town. I actually saw I guy in a toga sleeping on the sidewalk the other day.
Fun fun fun last weekend... Galen came in from Wyoming! Yay! We took him to a couple of our favorite places, and we hung out and played World of Warcraft... because that is pretty much what our lives consist of outside of work... food and WoW. lol But it was fun. Oh, and on Sunday, we met Jezzebelle and Murazii, two people from our WoW guild (Browncoats) who live in KC and happened to be visiting Lawrence for the day. We ended up spending about three hours sitting and chatting with them in the sandwich shop, and then went for coffee. 'Twas fun.
So, there you have it... the past month or so in a nutshell. I got my last two paychecks from the Post Office today. That was interesting. It seems like it's been a lot longer than a month since I worked there. And at the same time, it seems like I just moved here last week. Strange how that works.
Miss you all... totally wish I could come to the party on Friday!! <3<3<3 |
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| For Jeeves... |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|02:16 pm] |
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In memory of
Jeeves
August 21, 1997 - February 10, 2009
Stories and such to come when I'm not sobbing.
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2/12/09
I knew Jeeves from the day she was born. I was eleven. My then-babysitter's cat, Oreo, had kittens one morning when I was there before school. I played with her and her brothers and sisters before and after school, and when she was old enough to leave her mama, I begged my parents (who were still together at the time) to let me have one of the kittens. My dad mentioned that I hadn't had much luck with cats because they all seemed to run away. But, my previous two cats, Socks and Blackie, had both been strays, so I figured it wasn't my fault they ran away, especially since one of our dogs was responsible for chasing Socks away. The next argument was that a cat would eat my pet chicken, but I swore that I could teach a kitten to leave the chicken alone. That's when my dad made the mistake of saying that me getting a cat was between me and my mother. Of course Mom said yes. I picked Jeeves out of the litter because she fit the description of a cat in a book series that I was reading to a T, and said cat was also the inspiration for her name. Yes, Jeeves is a boy name, and Jeeves was a girl, but I was 11 and it seemed like a good idea. This minor fact was the source of much confusion for the past 11 years. Even Tuesday, at the vet's office, they were calling her "he."
But anyway, I brought Jeeves home, and she lived in the basement for the first few weeks. We had a disgusting old yellow and orange couch straight out of the 70's in the basement, and I slept on it so I could stay with her her first few nights with us. She slept next to my head on the pillow (much like Gallahad now does, except she didn't try to sleep in the center of the pillow and push my head off). As it turned out, when Jeeves was ready to go outside, we didn't have to teach her to leave the chicken alone. The chicken did that herself. Seeing as the chicken was full grown and Jeeves was a rather small kitten when we first brought her home, the chicken had certain advantages. Jeeves and that chicken would take turns chasing each other around the barnyard. It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I'll never forget the day they had been chasing each other around, and the chicken was perched on the board that ran along the bottom of the horses' stall door, and Jeeves was sitting on the ground in front of it. Jeeves reared up with both paws up and out to the sides, ready to swipe at the chicken, and the chicken just pecked her right between the eyes on her forehead! Jeeves sat back, and we never really had to worry about Jeeves and the chickens after that. She would pounce at them, but never too seriously. The chickens were about the only things that were safe, though. She used to be quite the little hunter. Birds, rabbits, little moles and things, it didn't matter. None were safe. My brother's comment on my Facebook reminded me of a time when Jeeves was on the deck, and we were all sitting at the kitchen table watching when a bird landed on the deck rail. Well, Jeeves saw the bird and prowled on over until she was just beneath the bird. All of a sudden, the Jeeves was on the deck railing, and the bird was in her mouth, and it was all over. We were sitting inside going, "WHOA!! Did you see that?!?!" It was rather impressive.
At some point while Jeeves was still young, we went to my grandma's, and she gave me some leftover bacon or sausage or something in a little bag to take home to Jeeves, and that's what I used to teach her to come when I whistled. She'd be meandering around the basement, and I'd whistle, and she'd come and I gave her the treat. Right up to the very end, that was our whistle, and no one else could do it just right. When I whistled, she knew it was her mama. She might indulge people on rare occasion, but I could sit on the deck at my dad's house and whistle, and she'd come trotting up from the barn. Of course, she is a cat, and fickle, and would sometimes choose to ignore me, but more often than not, she'd come. All through high school, our normal routine after school or in the evenings, she'd hop off the deck and follow me to the barn and hang around while I rode and took care of Sebet. Then, when I was ready to go back to the house, I'd whistle, and she'd follow me to the house for her dinner, or to come back inside if it was cold out. Dad used to refer to her as my dog when he saw her trotting after me like that.
She used to drive my dad nuts. He hated it when she got into the garage. When she wanted food or attention, she'd put her front paws up on the screen door to the deck, and occasionally scratch... just a little. Or, if she was in the basement, she'd scratch at the basement door for me to come and pet her. Dad would yell and stomp and chase her back downstairs or off the deck. She eventually learned to only scratch at the door when she saw me through the glass door. Or, if she was in the basement, she could tell if it was me walking around or watching TV, and she would only scratch on the door after my dad went to sleep. She was such a smart kitty. My dad did use her on occasion, though. When he wanted to get me out of bed quickly, he'd grab Jeeves and toss her on my bed to wake me up. Those were some of the happiest wake up calls he ever gave me. Usually, he'd just pound on the door and I'd get cranky, but having my kitty tossed on the bed always put me in a good mood for the day.
After three years of leaving my kitty at home while I was away for college, I decided to bring her with me when Crystal and I got our house here in Fulton. She always seemed so excited to see me home for weekends and I wanted her to be with me, so she came to Fulton about a year and a half ago. She was getting older by this time, and set in her ways, and didn't get along with Crystal's cat Gyles at all. She had her own bedroom, though, and she managed just fine. I think she liked being an indoor kitty alright. She started to have more trouble with really cold winters before that, and she seemed to enjoy just lying around in the basement, so I don't think she minded the change to being an indoor kitty. When I was home for Christmas break my last year of college, Jeeves went to live with Patrick in his apartment. I think that was another one of my "he's the one" signs. Jeeves seemed to like him, even though she didn't get friendly with people other than myself very often at all, and Patrick was willing to take care of my kitty and learned to love her even though he doesn't consider himself to be a cat person. Heh... now he's learned to love all three of the cats that I've brought into his life... maybe he's a cat person after all?? lol
Jeeves started to go downhill last summer around the time we got the kittens, Lancelot and Gallahad. Maybe a little before, maybe a little after, I don't know. It's hard to pinpoint, but she started losing weight, and after the kittens moved in, she wouldn't eat. I took her to the vet, and after blood tests were done, everything seemed fine, except for one abnormality that "might" indicate a relatively rare disease called Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP). The vet sent me home with pills and medications and some tasty food to tempt her appetite, and she seemed to do better, but still never put on any weight. After Crystal and Gyles moved out, she became much more social and liked to sit on the couch in the living room, no longer conted to be closed into the bedroom. She was eating again, and begging for her morning milk, just not regaining any of the weight she had lost. She was basically skin and bone, but seemed content enough. She had her favorite spot on the couch, and became rather fond of my DDR pad, which I have taken to leaving out instead of folding it back up every day. One day last week, she insisted on lying on the pad WHILE I was playing... just on the corner... so I had to be really careful not to step on her while I played. In January, however, she started to develop a pot-belly, and had trouble breathing. I looked at the paperwork the vet gave me describing FIP, and both were symptoms of the disease. Her breathing continued to worsen, and I took her back to the vet on Tuesday. She did X-rays, and found that the FIP had taken over, and her lungs and chest were almost completely filled with fluid, leaving very little room for air. There was nothing they could do for her anymore. The vet called me about 15 minutes before I had to go to work to tell me it was best to let her go, and I knew it was what I had to do. I had suspected for a few weeks, and before I took her to the vet's office that morning, had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be coming home. Patrick and I went to the vet's office after I got off work to say goodbye.
The house seemed so empty when we got home. I gave the kittens what was left of her Prescription Diet A/D, let them eat the food that was in her bowls, and gave them the last few of the Pounce cat treats that I bought for Jeeves at K-Mart a couple of years ago while I was waiting for my car to get inspected. They were starting to get hard, but the kittens didn't care. I'll probably get them some more. Jeeves always loved them, and Lance and Gally thoroughly enjoy them as well. It's kind of strange, but it was really sad when I picked black fuzz off of her favorite spot on the couch and realized that I would never pick black fuzz off the couch again. It's the little things, you know? Yesterday morning, I started sobbing all over again when I woke up and realized Jeeves wouldn't be hopping off the couch to follow me into the kitchen for her morning milk anymore, so I gave the kittens some milk instead, even though they're fat and don't need it in the slightest. I'm so glad now that I have them. There will always be a little place in my heart for Jeeves that can never be filled, but they sure help to warm the rest of it in her absence.
I miss my kitty.
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[Jan. 27th, 2009|11:18 pm] |
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I'm feeling kind of blech today. Work has been sucking lately. No tips. No customers. Seriously, on Monday, I only waited on 3 people. Two tables. I did wait on a transvestite on Sunday (a pretty good one, too... some people weren't entirely sure, but she definitely had man-hands and an Adam's apple), but that's been just about the extent of my work-related excitement. I had a very unpleasant surprise when I went to see Sebet this afternoon. I don't really want to discuss it. No, nothing wrong with Sebet, just things my vegetarian self did NOT want to see and would have liked to have been warned about.
In happier news, I got Sebet a winter blanket to wear in the pasture when it's really cold out. I think he's getting to like it. All the other ponies were looking pretty cold today, but he was warm-ish under the blanket. It was pretty aweful trying to pick the ice balls out of his feet, though. I'll have to try to remember to take some butter or crisco out there next time I go. His poor little hooves were about a half inch off the ground because of the ice balls in them. I had to hammer at them with the hoof pick they were so hard. Oh, I also got him a tail bag so I could braid up his tail and put it in the bag to keep it out of the burrs. It matches his blanket, too. :)
In other happy news, Lusitana is finally 70! Only 10 more levels and she'll be ready to start running some instances and getting geared. :D I'll have to decide if she's going to go holy, prot, or ret though. I'm not good at making decisions.
Meh, time to call it a day. I'm going to bed. |
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| News past due... |
[Dec. 14th, 2008|12:33 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | engagement, sebet | ] |
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So... It occurred to me just a moment ago as I was checking my Facebook and received an, "OMG, You're engaged?!?" message from Meagan, that I never actually posted anything of my news on here. :D
Guess what.... Patrick and I are engaged! :D
Yeah, he finally popped the question at Thanksgiving dinner with my mom and family. Apparently, he wanted to do it at the family dinner thing, and told my mom as much, but we weren't going to have a family dinner thing. So, my mom planned one. lol I guess that means she approves, don't you think? And get this... my dad actually said that he'd be proud to have Patrick as a son in law. Crazy, huh? My ring is very pretty. Go on Facebook to see a pic. We're not going to be getting married anytime soon, though. Mark is going to be our best man, and he's in Iraq until December of next year, so we have to wait. We're thinking about doing kind of a Medeival theme. And we already know we're going to Ireland for the honeymoon, but other than that, we don't really have any plans. Probably won't for a while, either. I registered on theknot.com. That was fun. I get to look at pretty dresses and whatnot. :)
In other news, my pony is in Fulton! We moved him up here today. I have a pony again! Woot! He seems to be getting along with his new pasture buddy, Crossfire, really well.
I'm going to sleep. Have to work tomorrow. :( |
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[Dec. 8th, 2008|12:05 am] |
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| Which creature of the night are you? Your Result: Werewolf You are a vicious fighter and a vicious lover, absolutely dedicated to your pack. You are pushed to anger by disloyalty and injustice and have a tendency toward sudden, periodic bursts of wild behavior. | | Vampire | | | Incubus/Succubus | | | Sorceror | | | Ghost | | | Cthulu Spawn | | | Demon | | Which creature of the night are you?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz |
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| *MOANING* |
[Nov. 23rd, 2008|08:59 pm] |
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Blaargh. I had a shitty day. xP I had to work all day, and was feeling slightly sick to my stomach beginning shortly after I got to the PO. Sick enough that I didn't eat anything following the two Eggo waffles I had for breakfast, and didn't feel hungry at all. At around 4:30, I started feeling like I had a fever. Luckily, Kevin let me go home at 5:30, as it was dead anyway. The conversation went something like this...
"You can go, I don't think we'll need you tonight."
"Sweet... I feel like shit."
"Yeah, you look like shit, too. Ha ha..."
"Thanks, Kevin, that makes me feel so much better..."
Isn't it great to have sympathy?
Anyway, I came home and Patrick was sleeping because he has to work overnight tonight, so I crawled into bed with him and was still freezing. I ended up sending him out for some Gatorade, tomato soup, and Pepto. Eating the soup and Gatorade now. I threw up way more than I have eaten today about 30 seconds after I started making the soup. Feeling a little better now. Hope the soup stays down. Hope it's better by tomorrow. I have to open. :( |
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| People suck. |
[Nov. 19th, 2008|07:08 pm] |
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Well... today was one of those days that reminds me why I hate working in a job that depends upon the generosity of others for half of my wages. I'm really hating the human race right now. Just got home from work after being stiffed by three tables in two hours. The really shitty thing... Kevin told me I could go home before 6:00, but I was waiting for two tables to leave. One of the tables didn't tip me a dime, even though I'd been waiting on them for about 4 hours (they were drinking) and the other table of three ladies left me a dollar. So I waited around the bar for an extra hour for one dollar. Oh, and the table I had before them was two girls who both had steaks and their bill was $26. They not only didn't tip, but deliberately drew a line through the tip area on the credit card receipt... and then STOLE MY PEN! BITCH!!!! |
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| Alright... I'll bite. |
[Nov. 18th, 2008|10:24 pm] |
1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search
Kristin needs to add chlorine to the water in the hot tub.
2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
Kristin looks like hell on the airplane...it's morning.
3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
Kristin does it again... in white.
4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
Santa tells Kristin she hates her.
5: Type in "[your name] goes to" in Google search:
Kristin Goes To SouthPark. (Sweet!)
6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
Kristin loves Mark! (whoa...)
7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
Kristin eats haggis.
8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
Kristin Has A Lisp!?!
9: Type in "[your name] died" in Google Search:
Kristin died either at the party or afterwards.
10: Type in "[your name] will" in Google search:
Kristin will be attempting the treacherous crossing of the Northumberland Strait again, this time TWICE.
11: Type in "[your name] {your choice}" in Google search:
Kristin screams that something is in the pool.
That wasn't as fun as I had hoped. :( |
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| Back on the Interwebs... |
[Nov. 13th, 2008|10:21 pm] |
Finally! I have been without internet access for a week. :( Our modem stopped working for no apparent reason last Friday, and I called about getting a new one, and after being on hold for 20 minutes, they said they were going to send one that would be here on Monday. On Tuesday, Patrick called and was on hold for about 30 minutes, and was told that it hadn't shipped yet, and it may be next week before we got it. We ended up switching to Charter. We got the new modem from AT&T the day after we switched. lol The downside: we lost our free cable TV. :( This makes me very sad. We don't have any reception from antenna, either, so we are completely TV-less. We're paying more (slightly, but more), and we don't have TV. I'm not quite convinced that the switch was good, but oh well. Too late now.
Work sucks. I haven't been making much... a bit over half of what I was making in the summer. It's been really slow, and what customers we do have aren't tipping very well. I worked 8 1/2 hours yesterday, and came home with $30 in tips. That's not good. Patrick is trying to get me a job working with him, at least part time, but I don't know if they need help or not yet. Have to wait and see. That would be nice, though. No more smokey bar would be fabulous.
Sebet is coming soon! I'm waiting for his Coggins papers to come in, and then it just depends on when my dad has a chance to bring him up here. This is taking a lot longer than I anticipated, but it'll be nice when he finally gets here.
I think I'm going to go play some DDR. |
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| I had the time of my life. |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|04:31 pm] |
I suppose I should post about our latest scuba adventure. If Dan the Fireman would stop messaging me long enough for me to type something. lol Anyway, we went to Mermet Springs in Illinois to get our Advanced Diver certifications. It was wicked fun. We left early last Friday and got there in the afternoon. Our first dive was just for fun. Patrick and I went with Dan the Fireman and a couple of other people (including the cop that busted our house party last fall) and saw a sunken fire truck and ambulance while Vicki worked with a couple of other ladies, one of whom still needed her Open Water cert. Then we did a navigation dive (swim in a square 20 feet down). At one point, we ran into a school of perch who found us exceptionally intriguing. There were about 20 of them in a group, all staring at Patrick and I and taking turns swimming up to us while we waved and shooed them away. It was pretty funny. We also did a boat dive, where we basically learned how to do the rolling off backwards entry off of a boat like you always see in movies and on National Geographic. That was fun. On Friday night, we did a night dive, which was SO TOTALLY AWESOME! Dan's uploading a video of it onto YouTube. I'll put up the linky once it's done. We went up to a school bus, and a whole bunch of big bass swam out right in front of our faces. And we saw the plane, and I sat on an underwater motorcycle. Then, close to the end, there was a huge albino catfish swimming around with us.
On Saturday, we did our deep dive... all the way to 81 feet! IT WAS COLD!! And there was a little gnome on the platform. And we did a wreck dive onto the 727 airplane. Also cool. Then we did another night dive on the same stuff as the night before, but the water wasn't as clear, and it wasn't quite as cool. On Sunday, Patrick and I went on our first fun dive by ourselves. It was wicked fun. We swam along the rock wall and looked for fish and saw a few really big bass, and a big crappie. There was another big albino catfish swimming around about 15 or 20 feet below us. And we found a little bass friend that swam along in front of us for about 15 minutes. Probably the coolest thing, though, was the enormous spoonbills. They are so creepy! The swim around with their gigantic mouths wide open, because they are filter feeders, and you'll just see them appear out of the murk in the distance like silhouettes, then you'll see one swim by really close. They weren't shy at all, and they were everywhere. At one point, I thought I was going to get my face eaten off. We were swimming along, and I was looking down at my guages, when Patrick tapped me on the shoulder and motioned for me to look up. When I did, there was a big spoonbill about 2-3 feet in front of my face, swimming right at me with its mouth wide open. It nearly gave me a heart attack! Scared the crap out of me.
This nearly ate my face!
I found that pic on the interwebs. But, yeah, then Patrick got in a fight with a perch, and we surfaced. Fun Fun. The video will be forthcoming, so check back soon, kids! |
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| Insomnia... |
[Aug. 25th, 2008|01:21 am] |
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Aaargh!!! Why can't I just sleep?!? Yep yep... Insomnia is the reason I'm awake and online right now with a kitten in my lap, staring up at me. Little Gallahad is so cute. :)
Someone posted this on Facebook, and I thought it looked amusing...
( Google Photos )
Well... that was fun. And I'm still not sleepy. BAH!!! It's almost 3:00. I'm going to go try again... |
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| I know... I'm a sucker. |
[Aug. 1st, 2008|11:32 am] |
Well... It wasn't supposed to happen this way, but it did, and I'm okay with it. Patrick and I are now the proud parents of TWO ADORABLE KITTENS!!! They were staying at our house so we could find homes for them. They were found in a house during a drug raid, and were in terrible condition after being kept in a room full of open insulation. Their eyes were all messed up, and they weren't being fed properly. We inherited the last two (of the original 5) from the people that rescued them (who were friends of Crystal's) and were going to keep them until we could find them homes. But, in the end, Crystal failed at finding them homes fast enough, because we got attached and now we're keeping both of them. :) Their names are Lancelot and Gallahad.
Lancelot and Gallahad
Gallahad
Lancelot
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| I'M A CERTIFIED OPEN WATER SCUBA DIVER!!! YAY!! |
[Jul. 20th, 2008|09:32 pm] |
As of today, Patrick and I are certified Open Water Scuba Divers. :) We did our four dives this weekend at New Melle (Near Wentzville) and it was really fun. We got to dive near a sunken boat, saw some fish, and generally had much fun. There was even a pink paddle christening. lol There will be photos on Facebook as soon as Dan the Fireman gets me copies of them. :) I'll warn you, though, some of them are not very flattering. It turns out that wet suits = not very attractive.
Does anyone want a kitten or know someone who does? My new kitten's brother still needs a home. |
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| My toes hurt. |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
I am certainly enjoying this new not working 50 hours per week thing. I can actually do things. I'm really glad I asked for weekends off, too. I don't make as much money, but I actually get to spend time with Patrick, and I've started to catch up on housework and such. I got to go home and see some family on Saturday. My mom made dinner for Patrick, me, Ryan and Julie, and my grandparents. It was deeeelicious, and topped off with banana splits for dessert. I went and saw my dad and my pony for a bit, too. It was a good day. Except for the part where we didn't get home until 1:00 in the morning because we had to stop by Patrick's old apartment to get the rest of his stuff that he'd left there for the past few months.
Then, on Sunday morning, Patrick and I got to get up at 8:00 for SCUBA DIVING CLASS! Yay!! It was fun. We went to the Fulton pool. It was really REALLY weird at first. I had to keep telling myself, "It is OK to breathe underwater... It is OK to breathe underwater..." lol It didn't really help that I wasn't weighted right when we first got in, and I was too bouyant and kept floating to the top. By the time we started doing some of the little skills tests, though, I got a lot more comfortable, and it was really fun. We go to the lake next weekend! Much fun will be had. :) Unfortunately, I think I had my right fin on too tight, and now my toes are THROBBING!! Owie. Note to self... not so tight next time. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|03:11 pm] |
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Wooo... I have been working some ridiculous overtime at the bar. The past three weeks have been for 48, 50, and 46 hours. I was soooo cranky on Thursday. I nearly killed Kevin. Twelve hour shifts where your boss won't let you leave SUCK!! So, Patrick took me on vacation for the weekend. :) We went to Branson and went swimming at Table Rock. In Branson, we had some yummy food and went to the Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum. I had been before, but it was fun. It was definitely a much needed break.
This Saturday, we're going to start scuba diving lessons. I am excited, but not nearly as excited as Patrick. He's about to have a fit. :) I think it will be much fun. My mom went once, and said it was fun, but that it's really hard to get used to breathing through your mouth while you're underwater. Fun things happening... YAY!
In other news...
I have a small new addiction. It's Michael Buble. Love him.
( Lyricses - 'Everything' ) |
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