A Dark Kazi

Hrmph.

I'm going to "kill" [see no longer use] this journal more than likely.

I'll post friends only which one I'll be switching to if I decide that I want to.

I'll add those who add me first... but these are all possibilities. I'm in a horrible mood, and may simply delete this.


It's time for a change.

Really funny...my customers and co-workers are all talking about me getting engaged. It's a little weird. Cassie calls John my husband and fiance. Heh.

I found where I want to get married, it's really beautiful but John hasn't had a chance to see it yet. Things have been really crazy.

Ito doesn't like the cage I have him in right now, so we have to "edit" the Martins Cage I have right now to make it just two floors instead of four so each boy gets a floor.

One wall is ready for paint. Hmph.

Crazy day.

Mr. Little Ito (Eee-toe) is asleep in the quarentine cage, in his litter box.

INFESTED in fleas. Red skin, lethargic. I gave him a quick bath with baby shampoo and about 50 or so fleas fell off his little body. After the bath he went all "pipe cleaner tail", running around and doing an angry cockateil noise. Tavi is absolutely engaged with him, wanting to play. Bless his heart.

I'm exhausted. My room is in boxes, no bed, just a tv. New bed comes tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be at work.

As soon as Andy leaves, I'm going to bed. In the den. Heh.

3 - 10 tomorrow. And I have a feeling my worst customer is coming in tomorrow. He called today looking for a fight and lying through his teeth about me losing his scripts. Um no. Bugger off.

I'm off to get some supper and a drink.

Wish Little Ito better days.

Mom kind of threw down a bomb on me, John and Beth lastnight...

She was talking about how I have to do a good job on the walls for when we sell the house...

Because Kevin is really wanting to move to Dahlonega.


Woah, what? Dahlonega?! Okay. Whatever. Nevermind John and his college, unless he wanted to transfer to the Citadel. He's the only son so no draft for him. But I doubt he'd want to move that far. Other than that, truthfully, I wouldn't mind.

I know Beth would visit me, and I love the mountains, nope, no problem there.

Guess we'll have to wait and see.

Last year we were moving somewhere like North Dakota or Wisconsin. Somewhere silly. That was a positive no. At least Dahlonega is only 30 minutes from here.

Jeff, aka Dennis (I got names twisted, his name is Dennis), put off me coming and picking up Bob again today. He promised lastnight that he would be home all day. 5:30 came around, no call. After I had called 3 times. Finally I got a call saying he had been gone all day and was leaving, yet again. I'm beginning to feel -really- sorry for his pets. He said he'd get home from work at 7 tomorrow, and for sure I could come get him. I've been polite, curteous and quite accepting, but this is getting very rude.

Tomorrow night, Bob will be at my house. Even if that means me tracking this man down and beating him with my foam bat of doom.

I worry as each night passes he's going to be wanting to keep Bob more and more. I fear in the long run he'll change his mind. And from what I'm seeing in Dennis' habits, it wouldn't be best for Bob. I have another girl wanting to immediatly rehome her female white ferret in upper state. I might send her our local rescue, but they just had 16 ferrets surrendered in not so good of shape.

Blah.

Work tomorrow, 10 - 4 :=\ Though I make my own hours. I want/need money...and a bank account, and two credit cards. :)

Oh this week is going to be chaotic. At least I got two walls primered...go me.

Thanks Bethy for helping me out yesterday and you're welcome to stay as much as you like.

Anticipation is torture. Maybe I'll just go take a long shower, and by then I'll have the call...

Bob comes to his new home tomorrow. I'm very much excited and quite impatiently awaiting the call from Jeff, Bob's owner.


I'm already looking to change the little boy's name. Bob...it just doesn't seem very dignified.


Going to watch Hitch now with Beth and Johnny :)

[Bob is a ferret I adopted today!]

Dear You.

I wish I could protect you from the evils of your world, help battle the demons you're facing.

You're what seems to be a thousand miles away (okay a couple hundred?). I'm praying you'll win the war, and everything will be okay soon.

Your true friends love and adore you, never forget that. Sadly we all live what feels like on a different planet.

You're my big sister and I'll do what I can to make you happy, and keep the dogs of war off your back.

Love,

The crazy girl, a million miles away in Georgia.

-stressed, upset-

http://www.lipizzaner.com/

The lippizzaners are comming and I'm dying to go. Matter of fact, I'm going to push to go.

I'm praying we wont be in Penn. and if we are hopefully we they'll be there too.

Yeah.

Getting my hours back as of next week. Woot. And that is all.

-curls up, coughing-

Jen's kids, Jess's kids, are awesome. We hung out there for a good portion of the night, watching five kids, and Jen made steak and baked potatoes. I don't eat that much beef but damn it was good.

Talked to Benson, that was weird.

I'm tired, and in no mood to write complete sentences. I'm overjoyed Kit got my mail and that she's back and alive. I don't really want to go to work tomorrow, I'll be glad when Mrs. Rebekah comes back after September.

Tired, aggressive...yeah, what's new?

http://www.big-boys.com/articles/crazypenquin.html

Oh my god.

Ehehehe

-bristles-

I do -not- want to have kids, hear that world? I simply do not. I'm just fucking peachy baby sitting someone elses little offspring, but I like the reassurance I can give them back. My animals are my children.

No, I'm not going to have kids, no I'm not wasting MY fucking money on my animals. What business is it of yours if I've spent almost a grand in the past two months on my animals, in food, tons of vet visits, treats, flea treatment and a gazillion other things. In five months since I've had Tavi I've spent over a grand on him, yes a small, not cuddly ferret. I don't plan on throwing MY babies out the window, thank you very much. MY babies are not disposable. I'm sick of this crap. I made the commitment to my children, my animals, when I got them, when I rescued them, or when I bought them, that I'd take care of them no matter what. Even if that means 50 dollars for Vaste because bless his heart, he got bit by a fire ant on his leg.

I see it ten fold a day, "New baby coming into home, must get rid of such and such animal" "Free to good home, must get rid of, may harm upcoming baby!". I want to vomit. That fucking attitude has got me to the point I don't want to have a baby anymore, and it's always been an iffy ideal for me.

I don't shove my fucking childfree beliefs on ANYONE. I don't gasp and make rude, idiotic comments when you all share how many kids you want, or have, or will have. No, I will not one day change my mind. I'm not like the rest of the American population, who listens more to horomones and their genitalia. I like my birth control, I like being childfree. And no, my ovaries, my uterus and my breast are not going to change that.

Not even about to post 17 individual pictures...because I'm lazy. I have lots of work to do on my walls today. So yeah.


http://photobucket.com/albums/v332/BGArt/delusional/

My newest album.

My throat is on fire, I'm bout to get ready for work. Wohoo.

I'm so congested even though I've been coughing up stuff for a few days. What the hell. That's not nice.

John dissapeared this morning. I have no idea where he went because I was in the shower. My bed is empty :( Hope he hurries up. :-\

He's gotta look for a new transmission today to drop in Dirty Beauty. Dad will be up tomorrow to buy me shoes and help with the damn car.

Tomorrow is going to be nuts. I'm shoving everything into something. The dogs need a vet visit, dad's coming up, going to Jen's that night for supper with a few buddies, finishing up my room (finally picked a color, and the walls are so freakin' bare)...insanity! AND Katherine is supposed to bring Bri over for a photoshoot. Oh my god. I may just get her to come on the weekened. Yeah.

Kevin will be home probably next week. :) It's going to be weird, we're going to have an almost live in nurse helping out and everything.


Bethy came and hung out with me all yesterday :) I love my Bethy to pieces.

Okay. Well I'm out. I'll have some nice pictures up later today.

I wonder how Kit is...

I lost my voice two days ago. I sound like a 60 year old chain smoker. Heh.

-coughs-

Work all this week. Bleh. I don't like working with Mr. Carrol. OOOOHHH Well. Hmph.

John's tranny, died. Yesterday less then a mile from the house. Bless his heart. We're both pissed as all get out, but Monday Dirty Beauty should be fixed, happy, and purring again.

Got my check, it sucked. It was from when I was helping Bobby out at his store for 2 hours a day. Yeah. Hmph. Next check should be nice, by next week I should be pulling in 7 hours a day. And my raise is going to be in next month. (August 8th).

Yeah I'm going to go snuggle with John...or something.

I'm pretty sure I caught strep. Oh well.

I cooked John orange chicken lastnight with steamed rice, it was pretty good and I don't even like orange chicken. He cooked me chicken fried rice with veggies which was freakin' awesome. And we bought some ice cream and sweet tea at the store. AND we both have today off. Woot. I still have to go into today and talk with them about my schedule. Bleh.

Hopefully today we'll get Dirty Beauty fixed, there's something slipping in the tranny, so bleh. And he's tired of driving Max.

Well I'm going to go shower and try out the new razors. (Which we got for .83 cents because we visited the old store that closed yesterday. We got a 7 dollar razor set for .83...how cool?)

Oh and Kev is talking now and eating solids, they removed his trache yesterday. Mom called from the hospital so I could talk to him but I was passed out by the phone since I'm sick and all. I'll just go visit him today, it's better to be there for the first time I guess.

Some of you may notice in a short time that you wont be seeing me on.

I'm going to be avoiding a select group for a bit.

Yeah. I'm tired of feeling hurt and lied to. That is all.

Beth and John, I love you both dearly.

Fuck your lying ass. I'm tired of taking the bait. Bullshit and bullshit. Yeah.