Friday, August 29, 2008

gifts from the cat

I came home wednesday night to find a dead rat on my front porch, right in front of my door. It was a small rat, but it was definitely a rat, and not a mouse.

The other day, one day I think last week, one of the cats (I'm thinking Howler since he's the only one with claws) brought me a partially alive mouse into the kitchen and left it by the sink for me to find. Lovely. I had to break it's neck, it wasn't dead but it wasn't going to survive the assault.

It's a good think I'm used to working with rodents at work, otherwise I'd have totally freaked out.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Plan: The outcome

Michelle and I had already planned to take most of friday off, so we decided to take friday off.

We could have gone to the concert, but it was just the two of us, and it wasn't really Michelle's kind of music. We could have gone camping and tubing at the site that bf had already reserved, but it wasn't really worth it. The point was that there were supposed to be a group of us, not just the 2 of us. Besides, if it was just the two of us, we DID NOT want to camp, but then it seemed like a colossal waste of money to go to the town and NOT use the campsite that was already paid for, but to pay MORE money for a hotel room.

It actually made me look VERY good, because I had told Dr. C that I needed to be gone by 10AM, and I made a real sacrifice by staying until noon.

Both Michelle and I were pretty upset. For me, I was very disappointed, but Michelle was mad. We started out on River A in a cheap hotel, and ended up at River B camping. And then, once we made our peace and decided that we'd have fun no matter where we were, he cancelled altogether.

Michelle and I went to a movie in the afternoon, The Dark Night. It was pretty good, but a little long for me.

We met some friends for a drink at 6. Michelle took matters into her own hands. She decided that we would go to the local water park. We invited some friends, in fact the original group of friends we had invited to go tubing, to go with us.

Michelle and I decided to go early, we got to the park at 10:30 AM, and we stayed until 7 when the park closed. It was so much fun. We rode the rides, we floated the "river", we drank a little beer, I brought my cheap water-proof camera and took all 27 pictures. Michelle brought her SPF 50 sunblock, and I have a very nice golden glow. A little bit too much sun on my left shin, of all places. Not the right one, only the left one.

BF and I have made our peace.

He had no way of knowing that this was a HUGE trigger for me. My dad used to do that crap ALL THE TIME, promise us some neat thing to go do, and then back out of it at the last minute. By the time I was 10 or so I had figured out that I didn't get excited about something until we were in the car on our way. So the fact that we did all this planning and he backed out at the last minute REALLY UPSET me.

For his part, I think he was disappointed by his friends, mad at work, and worried that I would be disappointed by the whole thing, so he just withdrew entirely.

Considering that this could have been a very large pothole in the road, I think we've managed it ok.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The Plan: The Execution

While Michelle and I were at Wal-Mart, shopping for The Trip, bf text-messaged me. I called him, as it was a bit of a cryptic message. I told him that we were at Wal-Mart, shopping for The Trip. He said, "I might have some bad news."

Might? That's kind of vague. Do you, or don't you, have bad news?

Well, all bf's friends decided that they didn't want to camp in the rain. So they all bailed on him. Ok, well that left me, bf and MIchelle. Michelle and I were STILL game, still willing to camp in the mud (it had stopped raining thursday morning, and by the afternoon it was hot and clear, if muddy). Plus, with all the rain, the river should be running well.

Now, as an aside, bf's promotion was made official this week. He was made foreman (Go BF!!), but that meant that they wanted him to take a 'How to be a Good Foreman' class on Friday. Friday, the day that he was supposed get off so that we could leave early in the afternoon. Friday, the day we were supposed to go to the concert in a town several hours away. Friday, the VERY NEXT DAY. He wasn't sure he would want to go after working all day.

STILL, Michelle and I were game. I told him, go to work, when you get off, Michelle and I would be packed and ready to go, we didn't have to camp, we could get cheap La Quinta tickets in the concert town and go tubing in the morning.

I got a text message at 10am on friday morning, 'Babe, I'm not interested in going on a road trip this weekend. Sorry.'

Sorry? SORRY?? You're SORRY??

Monday, August 25, 2008

The Plan: Part II

So here we are, Michelle and I, with a plan. We were going to River A, we would stay in a cheap hotel, we would have LOTS of fun and drink beer and float on the river and take pictures.

In a fit of generosity and enthusiasm, bf bought us (him and I? me?) tickets to a concert of a Regionally famous music group. I've never seen them in concert, so I was excited. However, the town the concert was in kind of threw a kink into Michelle's and my plan. The concert was close to River B, but Michelle and I wanted to go to River A. In fact, we deliberately planned to NOT go to River B, as it is overly crowded with young and sometimes underage drunks most of the summer, and we wanted to avoid them.

However, to not burst bf's bubble, I convinced Michelle that River B would be Ok, we'd still have lots of fun. Once her PMS cleared up, she agreed.

Then bf decided that it would be a lot more fun if we camped. He had invited several of his friends, and they could be pretty rowdy when drinking, and he was worried that we might get kicked out of a hotel. This took a little more convincing, but again, once Michelle's PMS cleared up, she began to get into the idea.

None of our other friends were really into camping, so apart from Michelle and I, everyone on my end cancelled by early in the week. I decided that since it would only be Michelle and I from our end, she should go to the concert with us. And that since this originated with bf buying tickets to the concert, I bought Michelle a ticket too. It didn't seem fair to ask her to buy the ticket herself.

Then it started to rain. It rained Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. All day, each day. Really great drenching, ground soaking rain. My yard loved it. By Wednesday, Michelle and I had just made our minds up that we would be camping in the rain. We wanted to go to the river, the campsite had been reserved, the tickets had been bought, so we would just camp in the rain. It would be FUN! Right???? Right!!!!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Plan: Part I

This all started because my friend on myspace is perpetually posting pictures (that's kind of poetic!) of going to the lake where bunches of boats are tied together and lots of pretty people are drinking beer. Everyone is smiling and having a good time, and I never do stuff like that, and I'm a little jealous. I want to go play on the lake with cute boys and drink beer and have fun.

So, after a raining and disappointing 4th of July (in which we swam in the rain, because, By God, we WERE going to play in the water), my friend Michelle and I decided that we wanted to go tubing on a river, drink beer, take pictures and have fun.

Michelle and I had made tentative plans to go to River A. We had friends with connections in La Quinta, so we were going to get a CHEAP hotel room, we had 3 or 4 friends that were interested in going with us, and we had decided that we would plan to go this weekend, the weekend before Labor Day weekend.

This was before the boyfriend was around.

Once we had been dating for awhile, I decided that it would be OK to invite him.

If Only I had known...

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


I went to the local Donut Palace (I love donut palace) and I asked for a dozen donut holes and she gave me 22 donut holes. 22. I counted, because I thought that it looked like a pretty big bag for only 12.

I have to stop going to the donut shop.

Monday, August 18, 2008

God has a sense of humor

Ok, so bf and I are good. He's still a little iffy about the fact that I pick at my cuticles, but he's gotten over it.

Now, one of my good friends who reads this might be a little offended by this next bit, because she is a good christian woman, but it's just too damn funny, so I need to share it.

For me, one of the perks of having a boyfriend is the sex. In fact, it is one of the top 5 things I like about having a boyfriend. I'm not into random sex, so while I COULD get sex at any time, I don't. So, the first time we had sex, I pretty much told him this. And then, since it had been more than a year, I pretty much jumped him. In the intervening couple of weeks, he's decided that I moved to fast, and he's cut me off. He. cut. me. off. I haven't had sex in more than a year, we had sex twice, and he CUT ME OFF. What makes me laugh is that there are only a handful of men who could successfully pull this off. And he has. And I realized tonight that God sent me a man who is making me WAIT FOR SEX.

There are very few men who could pull this off without alienating me. Besides that, how many men do you know that have a willing woman in bed and tell them, that's ok, not now?? I've NEVER met one before.

Now, he's got me curious, and I'm waiting to see what he'll get me to do next. Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor? This might even be a man who could make me add the 'obey' into the wedding vows.

Dear Lord, I know I asked for a good man, but next time I ask for something, please double check with me before you just hand it to me. AMEN.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

This is NOT evidence of my dorkness...I don't know what this is.

I hate new relationships. They are fraught with pitfalls, places where the bottom drops out and you're left hanging by a thread. It all started innocently enough.

About 10 days ago I pulled a cuticle on my left hand pinky finger. Over the course of several days, it got progressively worse, until it took an oral antibiotic to get rid of it. I didn't understand, because my body is usually pretty good at getting rid of those sort of little infections, and I pick at my cuticles all the time, and it NEVER gets this bad.

Now, it should be stated that I pick at my cuticles. I used to chew my fingernails to nothing, chew them to the point of bleeding. I have changed that behavior, and now I pick at my cuticles. I usually don't do it unless I'm under a bit of stress, and sometimes I do it without even thinking about it, don't even notice it until it hurts. I also chew the insides of my lips, but that is beside the point of this story.

A couple of days ago, on sunday, I think, I pulled another cuticle, on a different finger. I put some of my antibiotic cream and a band-aid on it, and it was SUPER inflamed and sore the next morning. I began to think that my antibiotic cream was contaminated with something. I cleaned the infection, soaked the finger in hot epsom salt water to pull the puss out of the cut, and kept it clean with alcohol and warm soapy water the rest of the day, and washed it with alcohol before going to bed, and today it is doing fine, healing the way it should be.

I mentioned to BF that I had figured this out, that it was probably my antibiotic cream that contributed to the severity of the last infection, and we got onto the topic of me chewing my cuticles.

'Why do you do that?' What do you mean, why? 'I mean, why do you chew them, and then enough to make them bleed like that?' WTF? I don't know WHY.

It's just part of what and who I am, I internalize a lot of stuff, and when the stress gets too much, I start doing things to release it, like sucking my thumb when I was a little kid, and when I quit that, I started chewing my nails, and when I quit that, I started chewing at my cuticles and chewing the insides of my lips. If it was something that was a conscious thing, I'd stop doing it.

He just looked at me like I was nuts. The whole mood of the evening changed. It was like he withdrew physically.

What, that easy? Are you kidding me? Because I chew my cuticles? This is not even CLOSE to the weirdest thing about me. There are probably some good reasons to look at me like that, but picking at my cuticles isn't one of them.

And so, it is 11:15 on wednesday night, and I'm thinking that, maybe it really is me.

I hate new relationships.

More Evidence of my dorkness...

I've just discovered that I cannot click on the Favorites tab and go to a new window without scrolling to the top of the current page. Why? It's not like it matters where I am on the page, I can jump to a new page just as easily from the bottom of the page as I can from the top. But this last time, I noticed it because, after clicking on the Favorites tab and moving to a new window, I realized what I had done, so I hit the BACK button, brought the previous page to the top, and THEN clicked the Forward button.

It's like turning down the radio to turn the corner, even if no one is in the car with you. Because, yeah, I do that, too.

Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if I wasn't on medication...

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

More from My Dad

I don't think I've written about this (& I'm a little lazy, and don't want to look it up), so if I have, then you get to skip today! and if not, then, you must submit an abstract with revisions by Friday... :) That was science humor... oh, that wasn't funny? Oh. Ok.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, my dad. So, many years ago, my dad picked up a cancer policy from AFLAC, because he had smoked 2+ packs a day for more than 30 years, so he figured he'd need it. Then, because he's my dad, he also added mom to the policy. Mom got cancer first, it paid nicely. Dad got cancer, dad paid more attention, and it paid off NICELY. Mom got cancer again, dad is paying VERY CLOSE attention, and it has PAID OFF NICELY. However, mom kind of thinks of this as her money, it being made off of her cancer.

So, I'm pretty sure this upcoming event was initiated with mom, but I appreciate it no matter where it came from.

My dad wants to pay for a contractor to come in and make my 1 car garage into a 2 car garage with a utility bathroom and washer/dryer connections, and redo my bathroom and kitchen.

I've been sitting on this for a couple of weeks. This is a BIG project, and he raised me a little too good, because I'm a little hesitant to take that much money from my dad. But, at the end of the day, I will LOVE having it done, and will greatly appreciate the gesture, and if he wants to do it, I'm a bit loathe to stop him. Plus, if he decides he wants it done and I'm not doing it, he'll just go around me, and I want my voice and my opinions counted.

So, about 2 weeks ago, I started getting contractor information and started trying to get some bids on this project. I thought a $20,000 project would get a bit of attention, and that I'd have a hard time narrowing it down to 3 or 4 contractors to do the estimates. But OMG, I've had the hardest time getting contractors over to my house to do the estimates! I've contacted 1 company twice, and never even got a return on my messages, which I left with a person, not on a machine. Last night I finally got a guy to come over, he's a small contractor, but he didn't set off any warnings in my brain, and if I can help a small company get a start, I'd do that. However, he came over, looked around, and then told me he'd have to come back and take measurements on the garage, and THEN he'd have an estimate for me. WHAT?? Wasn't that WHY I asked you to come over and Make me and estimate?

Barring a rainout, I have another contractor coming over tonight, then again thursday afternoon, and then I got a call this morning from a company I hadn't contacted. I had called Home Depot to see if they would recommend any contractors, and they couldn't officially, but the Pro Desk guy must have called a buddy, because this man called me this morning, and he's going to come next tuesday and make a bid for me then, too. When it rains, it pours. So, at this point, I will have 4 estimates of what all this work should cost.

I'm beginning to get excited. This will be a major pain in the rear as it happens, but it will be AWESOME when it is done.

Friday, August 8, 2008

I really TRIED to think of more to say...

My friend's birthday is tomorrow. She has decided she wants to go bowling. So we are going to a large indoor Entertainment Complex that has bowling. No smoking (!), so I'm hoping we all have a good time. There will be a couple of kids there, from 5 months to 6 years or so, and Boyfriend has agreed to go with me. I hope we all have fun.

Yeah, I've been staring at this screen for 5 minutes trying to think of something else to write, and I can't think of anything, so I guess this is a short one today.

Happy 25th Birthday, Michelle!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

That's alright, God, I got it...

Awhile back I posted this post, about my bathroom door. Recently, well, it's actually been going on for more than a month, my toilet has been leaking, the flapper doesn't close good, so the tank is always leaking into the bowl, and my last water bill was HUGE. I Finally made it to Home Depot, and while I was there buying a new flapper for the tank, I bought some long wood screws. I went home, fixed the toilet (it took not even 5 minutes and less than $10, it's sad that it took me more than 6 weeks to do something about it), called a friend, she came over, and in 10 more minutes, my bathroom door was fixed.

Now, this could be divine intervention (You don't actually NEED a man to do this kind of stuff for you!), this could be my stubborn independent streak that finally got tired of waiting for someone else to fix it, this could be boredom, I don't really know what sparked this series of actions, but I am very pleased with myself, and a little embarrassed that it took me so long to fix something so minor.

Lord, whatever inspired this home maintenance urge, thank you. Amen.