Alone and the Doctor

Well this week I am "A" party of one. My parents are gone all week as is my partner in crime. Just me and the dogs and the Howie. I am having a game night and going to my aunt and uncles to watch V for Vendetta, I'm looking forward to it.

Today I had a doctor appointment regarding my lumpy bump in the side of my body. We decided to take it out, I didn't have to but for peace of mind, I don't want any extra lumps on me. So at the end of the month I go under the knife.

I don't know if I've been watching too many pirate movies but everytime I hear that statement "under the knife." I think of the sound swords make when they are sliding across one another... not very soothing to say the least. I got a good "feeling" from the doc, therefore I felt it would be okay to let her remove said lumpy bump. I think I should name it. I'm very timid/terrified/anxious of hospitals/white coats/needles so in order to keep me strong, I am preparing jokes and such to keep me from just flying off the deep end, so far, I have nothing.

Anyway, my big concern is getting through 5 days of just doggies and me and Howie.

We're back

What a trip, what a trip. Everything was so ooh and ahh. The Regpalas met us up there on Thursday, that was fun, we went to the tidepools and ate lunch, good times. I'll have pics put up as soon as I get them developed :)

I'm going to go lay down on the couch. It's tough being on vacation.

4 days to go...

It's all in sight now. I will have 4 days off in 4 days. I can't even explain how stupidly excited I am about this. We get to stay in an ocean view room and veg out. I have so much work though, that's the only thing my mind can be wrapped around currently.

Weddings and Cement... till death do them part.

Yesterday was the last (pfft) of the landscaping to be done for awhile. I'm putting my size 7.5 down on this one. I wasn't feeling so well, no sleep is really taking its toll. I've had migraine after migraine, so I was "excused from the cement work." I felt really bad waking up late and they were finishing up the work, thankfully there wasn't that much to do, so it didn't take them long.

Around 3:30pm we were racing home to get ready for the wedding. We got ready in a flash, picked up our friends and headed to the church *shudders* <--(not a fan, another story for another day though). The church was all I thought it would be, stained glass windows, a lot of flowers and dressed up people. Lovely none the less. The friends who were taking said plunge looked radiant. O happy day.

Food was good just a little delayed, we snuck snacks in and passed them under the table and kept them under our napkins (sorry Blaine if you read this, we were hungry). We enjoyed one anothers company, we took fun pics with the fun saver cameras (you can't beat saving all the fun), set some game days :) and learned that 5 year olds are even brighter little individuals than even I thought.

Overall, a good day and night. I'm going to go lay on the chair and hope to soak up some kind of intelligent discovery from the tv.

This is pretty much my mood today. You've been warned.

Eye of the Tiger

In my attempt to get my butt out of bed at 5:35am, I have downloaded the song, "Eye of the tiger" by Survivor. When I first downloaded the song last night, I was sitting on the couch laughing to myself. I thought how funny this would be and maybe if I laughed, I would get up easier. Turns out, I have no sense of humor that early in the morning. *Hmph, shocker*

So slowly I arose from the caretaker of my sleep, my bed. Moved really slow but got to the gym. I only got in 20 minutes of cardio but it's better than nothing and I'll be back later this afternoon. Holy hell... wish me luck.

Strike 1

We attempted getting up at 5:45am to go work out. However, we got home at 11:00pm from the beach and I sort of remember my alarm going off but next thing I knew it was 6:25 and it was time to get ready for work. So we will go after work.

12 days till I can sleep

Here it is, Saturday, and I have yet to sleep in. I'm tired. I have oodles to blog but I'm tired. I go and I go and I go and then... I go. I like everything I do, there just isn't enough time. This morning I woke up and left for Arcadia for my turtle meeting. That was a 4.5 hour meeting. That is a long time. Tomorrow we're going to the beach. I will walk around, run in the ocean and burn in the sun. I'm looking forward to it. However, that leaves me with no days left in the weekend to sleep in.

Which leads me to my next point. "Well there is always next weekend." *insert big red X here* I thought I would have Saturday and Sunday. I was informed when I returned Saturday evening that my mom will be at my house bright and early Saturday morning pouring cement borders. Holy hell. Saturday afternoon/eve, I have a date with a wedding. Nothing like dressing up when it's 104 outside. However, Sunday could happen. It could, shut up.

Who are we kidding? So this leads me to my title. I will be heading to the ocean once more for an overnight stay at the Spyglass Inn on Thursday the 27th. I will sleep then. I don't care if I fall a sleep on the sand and burn, at least I got some sleep.

For now I am left to this....

Lapse

Never did I think the name, Ann Coulter, would appear in my blog. *gags* This right winged freak who masturbates to pics of Reagan *allegedly* has finally given me a reason to smile.

Can I just say how incredibly funny that she is allegedly being accused of plagiarism? I have to say something. After all, (and I quote - take notes Ann, this is how you properly do it), "as Coulter told us we should believe about Bill Clinton (in her first "book"), seemingly minor transgressions point to larger patterns of deception."

So maybe these accusations seem like little discrepancies but she's the one who pointed it out in the first place that she must be hiding something much more sinister under that dirty butt ugly, I mean, brown hair of hers.

Good luck Ann, I'm sure your fingers didn't mean to type THAT many words in the same fashion as that 1993 Digest.

The statistics on sanity are that one out of
every four persons is suffering from some sort
of mental illness. Think of your three best
friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.

My latest rescue... may the universe be good to me after what I have done, please forgive me. *lowers head*

Sunday being like most other Sundays, I was in the company of family at my parents. This particular one was a little larger than life but not surprising by any means, 23 adults and 15 kids to be exact. Funny thing? That's not even a 1/4 of my family. After spending a frantic morning prepping for E's mom's 50th surprise party (which went over wonderfully) I headed to my parents house around 3:30. I was greeted as soon as I stepped into the entry. I had quite the heat induced migraine but one should never tear themselves from ones family, I love them all, they are my blood. One woman in particular had me thinking in the corner simply because if not for her, those 42 other people around her would not be walking this plain we call Earth. My grandmother, as is my other one, is an amazing woman in her own right. For because of her gift of my 4 aunts and 3 uncles + my moms (totals 8), I will always be surrounded by people who love and support me. It amazed me that from her and my grandpa (may he rest peacefully) we all have one another...

From each of my blood lines I have unique traits, some that I love about myself and some, well... not so much. Anyway, my heart for animals runs bigger than words in all languages. I look into an animals eyes and I speak to them without saying a word. I love our furry (and sometimes not so furry) little friends that accompany me on my personal journey of Earth. So as my favorite part of the day came about and most of the kids had grown tired and weary of the pool, I decided to get in the pool to ease my head. While leaning against one of the walls and allowing one of the waterfalls to cool my head and put me at some ease, I heard a strange noise. I thought at first it was the water draining in my ears but I wasn't able to meditate the sound was so uneasy. I came out from under the streams of the water and heard an awful noise. I thought a bird or something was slowly being strangled, it was a horrid sound. I swam toward the step and one of my cousins walked out and I asked him if he knew what that noise was. He did. It was the runt puppy from a litter of 3 that were next door. He got up on the fence to find the parents were attacking it.

Some people should not be allowed to 1) procreate and 2) have animals. This woman should be denied either. She is a heartless idiot who I wouldn't care if she was pounded by a very, very big joggernaut. Anyway, my mom came out and climbed on the fence and was yelling at the dogs to stop, they wouldn't. I couldn't take it anymore. In all my glory, bikini top and board shorts, I grabbed my towel and went next door and took the dog. I walked right back there and I stole the dog. I know its wrong, I still feel guilty but I would have physically hurt that woman if I got a call from my mom saying she saw the dog dead in the backyard. My temper yields for no one who does not properly care for animals. This being one of those traits I wish I could control better.

Anyway, finding out more from my mom, the woman is gone all day, everyday, they had no food or water that I could see and were starting to turn on one another. Mom also said that she was gone for entire weekends most of the time. The weather being well over a 100 deg most days and they have very little shade back there. My mom said she started hearing the small one yesterday but they hadn't attacked it that badly. The poor little girl was so exhausted, hungry, dehydrated and scared it tore me apart. We gave her some water and wrapped her in a towel. I gave her to one of my cousins to care for her in one of the back rooms while I hopped on the phone to find her a home. I had one within 2 minutes.

So this little girl has a home, a real home. I'm working on getting the other 2 removed by the proper channels before the parents turn on them as well. I know that little girl would have been dead in the next day or two. She had a little hair missing between her eyes and they had obviously been chewing on her backside. They are subject to eating their own feces and it tears me up knowing they are stuck there.

So at this moment, Izzie is sleeping with one of my oldest friends and will be safe from now on.

"Brave is the one who has a belief but heroic is the one who fights for that belief"