Friday, October 12, 2007

I did a bad bad thing

Today I went with my mom to pick up her Australian Shepherd puppy.  We had went last week to look at them and they were ready to be picked up this week.  I had no plans of getting one.  All the females were gone except for a black tri and I didn't want another black tri.  Low and behold when I get there, she tells me someone changed their mind on the little red merle female.  Now I have a decision to make.  Do I wait, as I had planned and get a puppy sometime between December and next summer or do I get one now?  I called Shawn and he came out with the checkbook.  Guess who is sitting on my lap?  A little red merle female.  I think I have a name picked out but I'm not certain on it yet so I'll wait to tell it.  She's adorable.  Pictures will be up as soon as possible.  I've been told she has a selfish and whiny attitude.  haha We'll see what that means in due time. 

On the way to my moms from picking up the puppies, I was following Shawn and his car caught on fire.  Are you kidding me?  Two in a matter of years, on fire!  Luckily, the fire didn't last long and there was no need to call out the fire department.  Shawn will be cleaning it out tomorrow and then we'll decide what to do with it.  Now we're down to one car again.  Lovely.  I just got this Grand AM so that I would have something to drive and I wouldn't be totally stuck at home and now I'll be stuck at home again.  At least for now.  We kind of knew it was getting ready to die anyways so at least it didn't come as any surprise. 

Don't stop me now I'm goin crazy

If you're at all surprised by that last entry... you shouldn't be.  I tend to be far more opinionated than that... I also try to edit/control myself on my aol blog.  Most of my readers on here are far more tame than my other blog site.  I limit my cursing and my more extreme opinions.  Most of which I'm sure half of Americans have had at one point and time or another.  Not that that says much considering my opinion of American society in general.  I'll go into that quickly.  If a martian where to land here and ask me to describe what a typical American was like my description would be as follows.  (after holy cow, how'd you get here and are you gonna kill/probe me?) Americans as a whole tend to be very lazy.  We want things handed to us on a silver platter.  We want someone else to do it.  (doesn't matter what the "it" is we just don't want to do it ourselves) We are gluttons.  We want things now, we don't want to wait on them.  We want you to respect us in spite of all these things and in some cases fear us.  We think that we are the best nation in the world and that we should have rights to do with your country what we wish because it's in "your best interest." We want you to give us things (money/possessions) without us having to lift a finger and then we will complain endlessly that you didn't do it right.  We want to be ignorant to what happens in and outside of this country.  We do not want to know if we have cia assins.  We do not want to know about the humiliation of our captives of war.  We want someone else to handle that and that way we can go on obvious to the problem.  We don't want to deal with the guilt of not doing anything to stop horrible things from happening, in this country and in others.  We're the home of the brave, land of the free so fear us damnit or you're the next oil country we will come after.  We will kill your innocent and say they were victims of war.  Ok, I should stop now or I'm going to get some crazy zealot emailing me daily.  This is my opinion of America as a whole and if you're honest with yourself, you'll realize this is what the rest of the world thinks of us.  Now I also know there are hardworking Americans out there who try and be the best they can be at just being a human being.  They do the best they can to make their existence make the world just slightly a better place.  But as a whole, we are in short, fat lazy Americans.  (oh and it makes us look a WHOLE lot better when we have a guy as president that can't even pronounce other countries/leaders names properly without it being written out in phonics for him) I love America.  I love living here.  I love the opportunities I have just for being born in this country.  If I was an atheist in almost any other country, they would've killed me.  Hell, if I was who I am in almost any way, they would've killed me.  And yet I consider myself a good person.  I try to make a difference in a stranger's life everyday.  Whether it's hold the door for an old lady (even if it means it takes me ten minutes longer to get to my destination because now I'm stuck walking behind that old lady) or going out of my way to help a stranger find her keys.  I believe if everyone did little things for someone else every day that the world would be a little better place.  Maybe we'd have a little more appreciation for our fellow man.  With so much bad in society I think people think that's all there is out there.  Only bad people who want nothing but to help themselves.  Contrary to popular belief (at least after reading my last blog) if I found a massive amount of money, I wouldn't keep it.  I would do everything in my power to find that person and return them their money.  How do I know it wasn't a young couple who had finally saved up enough money to put a down payment on a house and were just transferring the money from point a to point b.  I am a good person, I just have strong opinions on some things.  And I think a lot of times it comes out more aggressive in a blog than it would if you were talking to me face to face.  Ok, this part of the blog is more centered around myself than I wanted it to be so let's move this along.  I think most Americans are good people.  I think most people when push come to shove will lend a helping hand.  Look at Katrina.  Just the amount of volunteers willing to go down and rescue the animals was astonishing.  There are still people volunteering to help rebuild, years later.  That in itself says something, not just about Americans but the human race.  We all have good qualities and we all have bad but we're ALLOWED to BE those things and that's what makes this America.  I actually have a lot of pride in my country and the people here, just not in the government so much.  Can people finally wake up a elect a Democrat again???  If you look at history, the presidents that were Democrats caused far less problems and helped America as a WHOLE, not just the super rich, than Republicans.  I won't even get into my opinion of the Republican party.  I'd be here for several hours. 

I don't know if this is weird.  Am I the only one who thinks like this throughout the day?  When I am thinking about things (whether important or not) I always think as if I'm blogging.  My thoughts come out as if I am typing them.  In some ways it's frustrating because I literally can't make myself stop doing it.  I try and find that a few minutes later I'm back to fake blogging.  On another note, it's helped me get through tough decisions.  It's like talking to a friend.  I get those things out of my head a little differently than just thinking about them.  I feel as if I'm actually typing them and people are reading them and it gives me an idea of how a strangers looking from the outside in would perceive what I'm saying, giving me a little more of a second view than I had before.  I would ask again if I'm weird but there are many other traits I have that would qualify me for the weird categoryhaha

We now have three (ot ot ah) baby birds.  (too much damn count dracula on sesame street) I feel awful for mom.  She looks exhausted.  I'm going to take a lid from a pop bottle, remove all the rubber parts and use it as a small food dish for inside the nesting box.  I'm worried that she's not getting enough to eat.  The babies are fat and healthy but I worry that mom isn't saving anything for herself.  I am in the process of getting pictures.  I got two good shots today and since the chicks were born different days, it shows how much growing can be done in such a short span of time.  I will only be taking pictures once or twice a week as mom isn't the friendliest parakeet to begin with and having three babies isn't making her anymore human friendly.  I also am doing my best to disturb her as little as possible right now.  They also won't be posted immediately as my daughter lost the cord to the digital computer some time ago.  So I either have to rip the house apart to find the old one or just go to best buy and get a new one.

 

afterthought:: Lisa, she didn't really build a nest.  There was nesting material in her box and she just laid eggs as it was.  At least she was lazy at the beginning of this whole process and not the end.  =)

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Eat the Rich

I'll be honest, I do not tend to care for the rich or people who are well off.  Call it jealousy... it probably mostly is.  But a lot of rich people seem to think they have some more entitlement to money than someone who is poor.  They say you need to make opportunities for yourself, they don't just come to you.  I agree but that being said, that doesn't make me less of a person because I would prefer to stay at home and raise my child than someone who would rather have them raised by strangers.  From my perspective, they think life is easy and that you should just get over it and go buy a pair of prada shoes.  No thank you, if I had that kind of money it wouldn't be going to some overpriced shoes from some other rich asshole.  I have never met a rich person who was truly down to earth.  The woman I got my australain shepherds from, nice woman but again, rich.  BUT you can tell that she and her husband have had to save and pinch pennies to get where they are.  I would love to have whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.  Unfortunately I would likely end up with more animals I could care for and then I would have to hire someone else to do it for me.  haha First I would hire a maid.  haha again There are plenty of things I could say about the "rich" but I think I would be stoned to death via an internet portal.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Snooze fest

We rented the movie Death Proof on Saturday but I didn't get a chance to watch it till tonight.  I had heard all this hype about how hardcore this movie was supposed to be.  They had considered an NC-17 rating at one point.  I have no idea why.  Hostel 2 was way more hardcore when it came to blood and gore.  There wasn't any sex in it so that wasn't even considered for the rating.  Either way the movie was a total suckfest.  The main "stars" are killed off within half and hour of the movie and the rest of it is played by nobody's and has-beens. (Kurt Russel) The acting sucks, the music sucks, the plot sucks.  In other words, unless it's on HBO, and there's nothing else on, don't waste your time or money. 

Still at two parakeets and I really hope it stays that way.  Mom has enough trouble dealing with the two she has now.  It'll be a week or so before I'm sure as to whether I can remove the other three eggs.  The dad is actually helping.  All throughout the egg laying process he stayed away from the nesting box.  At first I assumed he was a dead beat dad but it was actually because mom would attack him if he got anywhere near the entrance.  Now she's allowing him in as long as it's just to give her food.  He seems lonely but it'll only take a month before the chicks are out of the nesting box and two before they are completely on their own.  Luckily, I'm quite sure I won't have to take on the role as mommy bird.  They're doing a fine job on their own.  Waking up every two hours to feed to squawking babies wasn't something I looked forward to. 

Monday, October 8, 2007

Parakeet Update

As of the last time I checked, we now have two baby parakeets.  The one from yesterday has almost doubled in size.  I wouldn't be able to tell if I hadn't another baby to compare him to. 

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Babies and Showers Oh My

I feel better today than I did the other day, definitely.  My cousin's shower wasn't as awful as I had invisioned.  (most things aren't) I was actually getting defensive of her a lot while we were there.  Do people who have only met the bride one time (and in one case NEVER) normally come to HER bridal shower?  They were friends of the mother of the groom.  I thought this was for the bride, not the mother of the groom.  Anyway these women thought it was funny that they knew so very little about my cousin.  (lucky me I was sitting at the same table as them) I thought it was inappropriate, to say the least.  After getting over feeling sorry for myself, I'm actually, dare I say it, happy for my cousin.  It was one of the first times I've been able to see my cousin in a different light.  Is it only around our family that she is such a downer?  With these people she was lighthearted, smiling and laughing.  What a difference a few days can make in one's opinion of another.  The groom's mother did a great job with the decorations.  She even made some of the candy herself.  (which I'm still not sure if I liked or not... I'm not even sure what was in the truffle) God knows, my cousin's mother didn't contribute.  Hopefully they got a lot of things they needed and make good use of all that cookware. 

In other news... I am a mommy... ish... maybe I'm a grandmommy?  I went to check on my parakeets today (she's been sitting on eggs for about two weeks) and there was a teeny tiny, featherless baby with Gollum.  (the mommy) It was making tiny chirp chirpings.  I was actually shocked to see it despite the fact that I knew she was sitting on five eggs.  The last set of eggs Gollum had didn't hatch.  The first egg got within three days of hatching and she just stopped sitting on them.  When I found them, they were dead and cold.  Plus, I wasn't completely sure these were fertile.  I wasn't expecting her to lay anymore eggs till next spring at the earliest.  I figured I'd just wait her out and when she stopped laying on them I would just take them out.  (pressuming the weren't fertile) I can already tell what color he/she will be as mom and dad are both typical blue.  Let's just hope Gollum continues taking care of them now that they're starting to hatch.  I need to start doing research just in case she doesn't. 

Friday, October 5, 2007

Woe is me

I'm going to whine a bit tonight.  I don't want to talk to my husband because it'll just make him feel worse about our money situation than he already does.  I haven't gotten new clothes in I don't know how long.  I don't have ANY tennis shoes.  I have a pair of flip flops and that's it.  (damn aussie pups ate one of my skechers) I don't have a winter coat.  And what happens to all my clothes from season to season?  I KNOW last year I had quite a few sweaters and now when I look in the closet, there are only a few.  I've literally went through this summer with four t-shirts and three tank tops.  (but somehow I have around twenty pairs of jeans?? how'd that happen??)  I'm just getting really frustrated about not having any money.  All of the clothes we've gotten for Jasmine for fall/winter have been from relatives buying things for us.  (aside from one sweatshirt)  I'm not the type of person that has to have all name brand clothes but yes I do like to have a few nice shirts once and a while but most of my clothes are from walmart or jcpenney.  I even went on Ebay and Freecycle tonight to see if I could find anything really cheap.  (although I HATE used clothing... for some reason it weirds me out to wear a strangers clothes) By the way, if you haven't been there, freecycle.org is an awesome website for things you'd like to have but don't want to buy.  I can't even tell you how many hours a day I fantasize about winning a lot of money or what it would be like to live comfortably.  Which as most of us know, just makes you more depressed about the lack of funding you currently have.  And yes, I've done this to myself. I could have fewer animals.  I could get a job.  We could've bought a house in the ghetto and had a cheaper house payment.  Some of my animals probably would've been euthanized if they hadn't come to live with me.  I WANT to be a stay at home mom.  I don't want someone else to raise my kid.  And I don't want to only see my husband on the weekends.  We'll be getting profit sharing soon and after paying up on our bills (and hopefully ahead on a few) I will have to choose what to spend the remaining money (if there is any) on.  Do I buy some clothes, only to get a few shirts and have the money be gone?  Do I buy a cheap couch/futon because I HATE the ones I have now?  It was so much easier when I was younger and someone would say you can't always get what you want because it wasn't MY money, it wasn't MY decision.  I could think when I'm older I can but now I'm older I don't have shit, except a house full of dogs and a bunch of furniture that is in BAD need of replacing.  (can we say new mattress??)  I know I'm being a whiny brat right now but it's just been that kind of day.  I have a bridal shower to go to on Sunday for a cousin I don't really care for in the first place and who never bothered to show at my baby shower or even send a card.  This girl really gets under my skin.  She grew up with anything she wanted and now when she doesn't get what she wants she whines... constantly.  Her fiance works 70 hours a week and yet she still fines reasons to complain.  By the way, I think a bridal shower is stupid.  It's basically another reason to say hey people give me free shit.  AND then you have to give them MORE free shit the day they get married.  Um, I didn't tell you to get married and quite frankly I could care less.  Why do I have to pay you?  You should be paying me for having to sit through a boring wedding/reception and deal with all your psycho relatives.  Yes, I had a baby shower but for me, it wasn't about the gifts.  I just wanted the memories from my first baby.  I'm sorry, I'm just having a pity party for myself when I know there are far more important things out there.  There's a little four year old girl who has cancer.  I read her mom's blog everytime she updates.  She was diagnosed just before last Christmas and has numerous chemo treatments and is starting on a new treatment now but I'm not sure how to properly explain it.  I just want to scoop that little girl up and make it go away.  And yet through all the transfusions, treatments, hospital stays, she's still a happy little girl who just wants to play and have fun.  I don't think at that age you can fully grasp how sick you really are.  I have a friend whose 1 year old little boy is having open heart surgery to repair a hole in his heart.  I can't imagine being either one of those parents.  I would be sick everyday until my child was well.  And yet here I sit and bitch because I don't have a full closet.

p.s. here's the link to that little girls page for anyone interested.  www.care4jessicarose.org/ And yes, it's real, she's from Florida and has been on the news a few times down there.