quickies

Lately, all I have had time topost are quickies. But I will have more on Sunday.

Today is my 24 hour day - working both jobs, and exhausted by morning. But I need the money, and I am getting closer to moving out on my own so I can do this.

Happy for other people

I am happy for my best friend. He bought a new truck, has repaired the roof of his chicken house, installed lights in his barn, and had a new love interest. And I am just happy for him. There are very few people in my life that I am just happy for when they are happy. Not because I am a scrooge, but because I just don't have a lot of people in my life who care for and about me as I do for them. And I love GEM.

YAY

Obama won. And there are a million writers and bloggers who are going to say more about it, and better than I could, so I will leave it at yay.

I am very disapointed in the prop 8 in CA votes. To me, that is simply legal discrimination and as Americans, even if you don't like homosexuality, we should be ashamed to blatantly ignore our own bill of rights that we have always been so proud of.

I voted, did you?

So I went to vote. Voting place was an hour from work, but I got mine in. I voted for Obama, and I hope he wins and makes some huge changes.

I am really sore today - massage therapist used too much pressure and I hurt..

I also had to replace a bulb for my cars brake light. The bulb only cost 97 cents, and the kid who worked at the parts store put it in for me so I gave him five bucks. Then I sort of wished I hadn't because he had a Jesus fish bracelet on, and I resent that. Oh well, he was still nice. I just don't see how people can disbelieve in Darwinism. I suspect it is the same scary thought process that makes some people believe The Holocaust never happened either.

Monday Monday

I only worked 8.5 hours today! Yay me! I left work and went for a much needed massage. The massage therapist went over the set one hour appointment which was wonderful.

This is my 60th post, so yay me again for my little old blog.
So, here are 10 things about me- I am not up for more than that!

1. I love jewelry - sparkly things are good.
2. My favorite color is pink - and I was not "allowed" to say that as a kid- mother issues
3. I don't think most florists roses smell all that great.
4. I have been admitted to a psych ward for depression.
5. I have been homeless.
6. I rarely floss.
7. I plot great revenge but rarely carry it out.
8. I am jealous when I call my best friend and his line is busy for hours.
9. I have taken LSD.
10. I make awesome cheesecake from scratch.

SundayStuff

Not a whole lot going on, but I am going to give the NaBloPoMo thing a shot and try and post every day for a month.

This may not happen, because I popped off my space bar to clear out the various fuzzies inside, and now it doesn't work as well, which is causing frustration and a whole lot of backspacing.

RIP Camille 1993-2008

Iggie on the left, Camille on the right

Thursday is going down as the second most horrible day of my life. I had to make the decision and sign permission for the vet to euthanize Camille. When I got to the vets office after work Thursday she was halfway gone already; I'd like to think that she hung on long enough to let me say goodbye and tell her I love her for the last time.

I have worked for a veterinarian before. I have assisted in the euthanasia of animals before, but to do this to my own baby was miserable. When Iggie died in January, he died at home, on his own, and I know he would have preferred it that way. It was slow and agonizing, but I am glad I was with him for it. With Camille, I know she was hurting and very cold - her body temp was only 95-ish, and cats should be at 101-102. So I am glad she didn't have to suffer anymore, but it still felt wrong to make the decision to end her life for her and have to sign the permission form.

Everyone has told me that at least she is not in pain anymore, but I am. And that is not going to get better for a long time. I know most people who see this will only see a picture of two black cats. But those who know me will know that this is a family portrait for me, because these two sweet creatures WERE my sole family for so long.