30.11.09
today I conquered my greatest moral failing. the day before my library books became overdue, I discovered I can sign in online and renew them, avoiding the fines completely! I am so proud of myself.
25.11.09
alright, where to begin?I had a birthday, I'm getting a new birdie in two and a half weeks, a new pie shop is opening up across the street from work tomorrow, and I am on crazy meds and awaiting an emergency appointment with a neurologist. more details you say?okay. I am twenty-eight now. I celebrated by ordering pizza and watching glee, and with cheesecake. a new green birdie will be coming to live with us as soon as he's old enough to eat on his own. we are thinking about calling him goliath. I hope him and pokey will be friends, because pokey has turned into an attention needy little featherless goof. he needs CONSTANT petting. as in, he will chew my fingers off if I happen to stop scratching his head for an instant needy. what's next......pie! a new cozy looking pie shop opens it's doors tomorrow, and I can't wait to check it out..mmm. pie. and stupid nerve pain. I am having issues with not being able to stand clothing on my right arm, because it feels like someone is rubbing my skin off with sandpaper. yup, fun. I waited three weeks and then went to my doctor, and apparently it's a big deal. so I'm on anti-seizure meds that are supposed to help control nerve issues while I wait for them to figure out what's going on. except now I'm having issues writing my name, typing, and even using my date stamp at work, because of the shooting pain that has replaced the sandpaper crap. GRR. anyhow, that pretty much brings you up to speed...
wow, I have some catching up to do...but I can't keep my eyes open. soon, I promise...
7.11.09
I have some wonderful friends. they sent me flowers yesterday when they hear Gus died, they brought me lunch, and then supper, and then sat with me while I cried. and cried again. and some more. same with hubby. he's offered to get me another little birdie whenever I am ready. it won't replace my Gus, but I think it will be good for both me and Pokey. that's all.
my house is too quiet.
6.11.09
my little gus passed away today. it was a sad accident, and I am glad he didn't suffer, but I am heartbroken.not only am I having issues dealing with it, but poor pokey keeps calling him and flying around to all their favorite spots. crappiest day ever.
1.11.09
yesterday I helped my sis in law clean the place she's moving into, and wow. there was a lot of...ickiness. and a lot of paraphernalia for some not so legal activities. when it came time to open the fridge, I gagged. it was that awful. my sis in law told me not to worry, that we'd draw straws to see who had to deal with that monster. being evil, I asked if we would draw regular sized straws, or the short little cut off ones that we kept finding all over the house with the burned pop cans. we laughed until we cried. then we cleaned the fridge.
28.10.09
I have a spider living in the bathroom off the bedroom. he's been there all summer, and for some reason I can't kill him. he has such an impressive pile of little web-bound corpses, that I know he's been earning his keep. but lately, I noticed a startling lack of bug bodies. and I imagined spidey was looking a little thin. so I've started to catch bugs from other random parts of the house, and "accidentally" drop them near his web. at least I know he won't starve on my watch.
my least favorite annual report was delivered at work this week. it's the annual safe deposit box listing....and nope, I don't go through peoples boxes, that would at least be interesting. I just have to check the lease agreements and signature cards to our database to make sure the boxes are in the right names, they are getting a discount if they are eligible, etc. tedious, teeth clenching type stuff. I just find it funny that this report has been reviewed annually since before I was born, and yet all these years later I find mistakes that no one ever bothered to fix. and because I am nothing if not obsessive I must fix them. all of them. each and every one. but I must listen to all the people NOT doing the bloody report telling me how it should be done. sigh.two days down, two to go.
25.10.09
soooooo embarassing moments.....involving falling off chairs and quite possibly resulting in a broken tailbone, but you won't go to the doctor because you don't want to admit the stupid way in which you injured yourself. ever done that?I was trying to hang up the birdies play gym yesterday, and I had a weird tumble/fight with a kitchen chair, and the pain, oh the pain. I almost passed out AND threw up. even when my back was broken I don't think I had that violent of a reaction to pain. today I am mega sore, and more than a little bruised, my ego included. sitting for the next few weeks should be interesting..... a good lesson to wait the five minutes for my husband to help his short wife hang things up instead of being so bloody impatient. the point of pain is to learn, right?
