Sleepy

For some reason sleep has been eluding me lately. I just can't seem to get any rest. I think I might have fallen asleep at work tonight if I hadn't been closing with the assistant manager.

I guess I just have a ton on my mind that I'm not ready to let out. That's probably it.

I'm taking Rorshach in to get fixed on Monday. I hope he gets through the surgery okay. Even though its a routine procedure, there are still risks and I'm already very emotionally attached to this damn cat. I say that with nothing but love, I assure you.

I got paid like $40 more than I was expecting from AE though, which really brightened my day. That means the internet bill will get paid, I got an air freshener for the bathroom (stinky cat), AND I'll be able to pay off the vet costs. I still need an extra job though. Not so easy to come by.

Ugh, so many things that I need money for, so little time, not enough jobs. I need to hurry up and marry rich or have a dead rich uncle or SOMETHING. Ha.

Tuesday

Happy rainy Tuesday.

I'm still not feeling 100%. I slept for about 8 hours last night, woke up for roughly 2, and then took a 5 hour nap. And I'm getting sleepy again. I think I might go see the doctor if this persists. Then again, I worked last night and I managed to not fall asleep on the prep table so maybe I'm just so sleepy because of the weather.

I'm trying to get everything cleaned up around here. It was spotless a week ago and today...not so much. Most of it is my mess, so I can't really holler at The Boy. I wish I could, that's always so much easier ;).

Tomorrow I'm probably going to be spending a good chunk of time looking for another job. For some reason, I was promised 30+ hours a week at Subway, and apparently that means less than 20. Which cannot happen. I need more than that. Ideally I'll find a day job so I can keep Subway, and ideally it'll be weekdays so I can keep AE. I have way too much free time on my hands that I would honestly rather spend working. I'm not sure what's going to happen with the Humane Society, but that's volunteer work so I'm not counting it as a job, just time filler. The Boy got a new job though, and this week he has work at his other job. So he's going to do both if he can, just for this week. It's nice that he's going to stay on the payroll at his old job, because that means he keeps his health insurance. And whenever they have work, he gets to work.

We also decided that we're going to start putting money away to be able to move. I'd like to find a place that for sure accepts cats. Here, if the landlord finds out we've got Rorschach, we could be forced to either move or get rid of him. Seeing as how the landlords are very apathetic, I don't see how they'll find out. If they have to come over for any repairs or anything (like GETTING MY WINDOWS FIXED), I'll just see if anyone is willing to cat sit. That way, he's out of sight, and nobody will accidentally let him out. Win-win.

I'm going to get back to my crafting/writing/cleaning/being bothered by Rorschach. Later.

Memorial

Happy Memorial Day 2009!

Not much new is going on in my area of the world. I'm really enjoying having Rorschach back home, and I'm crafting away on a swap project. My grandma gave me a pattern for an apron and I was really excited to get some sewing advice from her. I always enjoy when we make things together.

I volunteered to work at the Humane Society. They haven't contacted me, but I was told that that happens around the first of the month. I'm really excited to do something to give back. And I figure working at the humane society might be a good barometer as to whether or not I actually want to work with animals for a living.

Also, as a side note, is it sad that I'd rather volunteer to work with animals at the Humane Society or at an animal hospital than with people? Maybe its just because I don't particularly like people. Maybe its because I know people have their own voices (most of the time) and animals don't. I'll be like the Lorax. Only instead of speaking for trees it will be animals. I don't even prefer certain kinds of animals. I like them all. I don't have a fear of any of them, and as far as I know I don't have any allergies either. Just love.

On that note, I don't know what I'm going to be doing with school in the fall. I am hoping that I'll be able to take some classes here that could translate into a veterinary program in Madison, and I figure if it's things like Biology and Chemistry, they could be useful in transferring to a 4 year program for just about anything.

That's it for now, enjoy the last bit of the long weekend!

Feline

Just wanted to post a quick blog to let everyone know Rorschach is back home. A neighbor found him the other day and he escaped, and she found him again. I happen to be at Best Friend's house, so I just drove over and began the delightful task of transporting the cat a block with no kennel. We tried to get him into the carrier but it was no dice. He scratched my noes and bit my shoulder, but he's finally laying in the kitchen. Don't worry, I locked all the windows for tonight.

He also seems to have lost a ton of weight. He ate all the food in his bowl, and I'm not going to feed him more for fear of him getting sick. He'll get more in the morning. His ears seem to be bothering him, so I'm going to keep up with his ear drops and hopefully that helps. Also, guess who's getting fixed? And microchipped. Sheesh. I think I should just name him TROUBLE.

Shirts

I had this conversation with J-Money, but I thought everyone might enjoy it. (Shirt = boy)

So you know how you have a favorite shirt that you just love? Well, there comes a day when you want to go new shirt shopping anyways. Because while you love your favorite shirt, it's getting kind of faded and has some holes in it and sometimes it smells funny. So you go to the store looking for a new shirt to try on. Keep in mind that you have no plans to get rid of the shirt you're already wearing. Because you don't get rid of a favorite shirt. You just hang it in the closet and keep it happy and clean for a while, while you parade around in your new, snazzy shirt.

So anyways, you're at the shirt store and as much as you want to find new shirts, you just don't seem to find one you like. Until someone walks in WEARING THE SHIRT YOU'VE BEEN DREAMING OF. Obviously this is a one-of-a-kind shirt, so you can't just walk into AE and pick up an identical one. No, this one is special. And it has everything you're looking for in a shirt, not to mention it looks amazing. And you're pretty sure it would look amazing on yourself, better than it looks on this other person.

But it turns out that you're starting to be friends with this person. This person is nice and sweet and is so OBVIOUSLY in love with her shirt that you know you can't just rip it off her back. And it isn't the borrowing type of shirt either. So you simply have to admire the fact that this shirt really does look good on this person, as much as you think it would look better on yourself.

So you're stuck keeping your favorite shirt on, because really you aren't the kind of person to own two shirts anyways. And you just keep holding out for that other person to decide that maybe her shirt doesn't fit as well as she thought it did.

And always remember, if a shirt seems the wrong size, and a little stretched, no matter how good it might look, or how much it offers to be your sugar daddy, put it back on the clearance rack and WALK AWAY.

Lost

Well, the kitty is still roaming free. I feel like this is giving me a one-track mind. I feel like an obsessed person, because all I can really focus on is my silly escaping cat. The Boy doesn't seem to agree with me wanting him back, because he thinks I see Batman as a posession. This is partially true, but not in the way he sees. The Boy thinks that because Batman is not declawed and not neutered, and since he "obviously" doesn't want to be here, he should just be left to roam. I do not agree. I did manage to coerce him into helping me put up even more flyers.

I know I'm getting obsessed with this. It's just a huge source of stress for me. It's been 15 days now and I am worried sick. I can't help it, asking me not to worry is like asking the sky to stop being blue. I just can't.

Laundry

I hate that when I'm sick, I need to take long naps. And as a result I can't sleep. Which means I don't get a good night's sleep because I have stuff going on in the morning. Which means I need a nap in the afternoon....etc. It makes me want to commit. (Inside joke)

Anyways, nothing really of note has happened around here. Still no cat, and yeah, I know, I'm obsessing over it. I just want the damn cat back so I can go back to having a normal, non-cat-obsessed life. And I feel bad because what if he's one of those cats that you just never find? I take a cat in for 6 hours and it goes missing for life. Yeah, I'm that lady. Ughhh.

At least I'm going to finally bury the gray gerbil tomorrow. I'm going to my grandmother's to use her laundry line to air try my comforter and sheets, and she reminded me that I might as well add to the cemetery in her back garden. No lie, every hamster and gerbil I've ever had, with the exception of Dracula (The hamster that fell down the air vent) is buried in her backyard. I'm pretty sure if my mom had let me, my dead goldfish would have been buried in that yard as well.

I'm pretty glad that my grandma is so relaxed about stuff like that. She doesn't really even bat an eye when I call her asking if I can bury another dead rodent in her garden. And she's really nice about letting me use her clothesline to dry my stuff, even though she won't be home. I won't be staying though, because I have to meet a friend. I'm just glad it's supposed to be a beautiful, hot, windy day. Perfect for drying things on the line.

Things like that make me wish I had my own backyard with a line. I would dry ALL of my clothes on the line outside. I love the way everything smells when its dried outside. For now, I'm wanting a folding drying rack for the indoors from Ikea. I really really need to get on that this summer. Which might actually work out if The Boy lets me borrow his Jeep. Which is a slim chance, a very slim chance. We'll see.

I never did get around to going to a temp agency. I just didn't have the energy today. I felt like I was going to die at the mall (I had to get long shorts for work from Khol's). That's how you know I'm sick, I'm doing one of my favorite activities and I want to go home. I ended up coming straight home and taking a two hour long nap.

And now I'm in the livingroom blogging in the dark because The Boy is asleep and I can't sleep. I'm probably going to take some Tylenol PM to combat some of these aches and get to bed.

Also, I think I'm going to start a seperate blog. I don't really know how to link it to my main blog, but I suppose that wouldn't be hard to figure out. I want to start a personal finance blog. I know that I don't have a regular salary or anything like that, but I have a good estimate of how much I might be making, and I really should be able to make a budget for myself. And if nothing else, I can at least hold myself accountable for spending money needlessly. (Or on a cat that I don't even have...grumblegrumblegrumble). I might actually put this together now. I probably won't register a seperate domain name, just a name.blogger.com name. Update on that to come.

Night!

Sick

I had a huge to-do list for today, but almost none of it is getting done. I feel like death. And I still have to bust out about 2 more pages of my research project paper. So far, I've done nothing. Well, I went to animal control to try to find Batman, I went to the grocery store to buy soymilk and throat drops (and ended up buying Indian food and flowers). I really wanted to head over to Starbucks to enjoy some coffee while I work on my paper, but that probably won't happen. I can't taste anything anyways.

I'm really looking forward to getting paid tomorrow. I was going to go to a temp agency to look for job #3 today but I feel like it would be a waste. I'm sick, and I don't have the energy to be pleasant and to make a good impression. Maybe I'll be feeling better tomorrow. Wednesday I really should be feeling better because I'm doing lunch + art museum with a friend of mine.

The Boy is out looking for a job right now, which is good, hopefully he'll find something. I think with this being his last week of school, he's getting mighty sick of having nothing to do. He can't just sit at home and relax. He needs to be doing something productive, or it really effects his mood. And mine, but that's another story.

Also, for those of you who know (which I assume is most of you), I lost my cat. Which is why I went to animal control. He's been gone for 12 days now and I'm really worried. Which is another reason why not much has gotten done, most of my time has been devoted to locating a cat. Not an easy task at all.

I got sidetracked so I can't remember what else I was going to write.

Cat

Ok, so I didn't blog about this in the "maybe" stage, but today I got a cat!!

His name is (now) Rorschach (it used to be Batman). He's a year old, and he's white with black markings all over, and his face looks like an inkblot. I have to credit T-Mobile guy for the name though. He's the most chill cat I've ever met. He loves to cuddle as well.

I'm really excited.

I'm just not excited that he has ear mites. I have to give him drops twice a day, which freaks me out just a tiny bit, maybe because of my own issues with ear drops. If I can't do it, I'll ask The Boy to. I'm sure he will.

I'm just super excited because I've wanted a cat my whole life but my mom is allergic AND hates cats, and my brother is REALLY allergic. My stepdad always wanted a cat though.

Oh, and I told the gerbils to stop looking delicious immediately. :)

Gerbils

Ok, I lied, this post has nothing to do with gerbils. I just couldn't think of a subject line.

I ran into a girl I was best friends with in high school today. It was nice seeing her, and I found out that she's going to be a mom, she's due in September. I told her that we should get lunch together or something, so we can catch up. It's been a really long time since we've talked (almost 2 years). As long as there's no drama, I'm open to rekindling a friendship.

I've also been on this HUGE 50's kick lately. I'm talking GIGANTIC. I'm really lusting over vintage dresses lately. I think I'm going to ask my grandmother if she can help me find/draft a pattern for a dress of my own. I figure, she was there, she should know.

Speaking of grandma, last time I was at her house we dug through all her old photos and things that were just kept in the family, going back to the 30's. It was really neat to see people that are (presumably) relatives, going that far back. I also got to see my grandma's first wedding album (she was married and widowed twice). She was BEAUTIFUL. Not that she isn't now, but you know what I mean. She really was stunning, and had a really nice figure. Now that I think of it, we have the same figure (I'm a little less slender at the moment) which is interesting. Everyone was telling me that I look exactly like her. And its true, we do look A LOT a like, something that I didn't notice until I saw pictures of her my age. The Boy was pleasantly surprised, as he tells me the women in my family are not particularly attractive (I'm inclined to agree, I got lucky).

I'm also getting back into using my sewing machine. I forgot how much I actually like sewing my own things. So hopefully I'm going to start on the bedskirt project that's been sitting in the closet for a year. And maybe that dress, as soon as I buy lining fabric (or raid my grandma's scrap bin).

Mostly I really just want to spend more time with my grandma. I feel like there's a lot that I could still learn from her.