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Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Left Running You Said You Were Flying, Left Running You Said You Were Cold
Ok. I'm just now getting a chance to update. I'm sitting here listening to one of my fav-o-rite cd's: America by The Jayhawks. My fav. song is Blue. It's oh so pretty.(all while being licked all over by Miss Tigger) Oh well, I've worked my ass off ALL weekend. I got off from work last night around midnight and got to go and do laundry. FUN!!! I can't complain b/c I made me some cash last night. Hooray!!! I also got to sit at the bar and roll silverware while watching my Jets win against the Chargers. Do I have a wonderful job or what? Go Jets, go!!!
The news on my little Miss Tigger is that the tumor was benign and she's FINE. Now, that deserves a big ole YIPPIEE!!! I called Dr. Vet's office friday from work and the technician said for me to call back in the morning b/c he was in surgery and he wanted to speak with me in person. OH MY GOD! I thought that he just wanted to tell me himself that she had cancer, but no, no, no, he just wanted to explain everything to me. He basically said that he'd gotten it all and all is well. I asked him if she needed to come in for an x-ray or anything to make sure that he definitely got it all. He said that there is no reason for him to see her until next year for her shots. I'm sooo fucking happy, people, you just don't know. Dr. Vet said that if I'd waited just another month, she'd probably have died. God and everyone else out there, thank you for your prayers and good vibes b/c they worked. I seriously don't know what I'd do without the baby that's warming my lap as I type. I love her like she's my child or something. Call me crazy! I know I'm crazy, it's you so called "normal" fuckers that scare me.
Anyway, I just took ALL of the garbage out. That was extra fun! PS is in Memphis, of course. I'm hoping that he'll be home in time to watch Desperate Housewives with me. That's our usual sunday night thing, if he's here. I hope that he had a fun old time in gay ole Memphis! Joey had better have called his ass or I'm going to have to drive my little Miata up there and kick his Brazilian balls!!! (You don't be fucking around with my baby's head, GOT IT!!!) I mean, he's totally hot and all, but that gives him no right to fuck with people's (especially PS's) emotions.
It's like 50 degrees here and the high was susposed to be 70. I'm cold! We live in an old house. This house was probably built 200 years ago or something. It's your typical old southern home with a front porch (with swing) and a back porch. The only thing that we don't like is that this house runs on gas as far as heat and the ONLY heater is in the bathroom. I swear, I could open the door right now and it would be warmer outside than it is in here. I've also got like 2 or 3 heaters plugged in. I'm fixing to go outside and see how it feels. (hold on, ok, b/c we're really on the phone) Yeah, it's 70 outside and like 30 in here. I think that I'm fixing to put Miss Tigger in the bedroom on the electric blanket and I'm going to go sit on the porch swing and plan my day.
Oh, what fun, I need to go to the grocery store and um, that's pretty much it. I want to go to the flea market, but I hate going there by myself b/c I always bump into people that I really don't want to see. I also tend to buy a bunch of shit that I have no room for. I've come to the conclusion that when I get my walls painted and my bedroom looking more like a bedroom than "the hey man, you listen to some old music, got any weed? room" (I've got old cool pictures of Janis Joplin, Willie Nelson, and lots of Eric Clapton on the walls for now.) that I'm going to have my dad come and build me some shelves every place that one can be built 'cause I got a lot of shit that I ain't goona part with. Sorry! Call me a pack rat. I don't care. I've just got LOTS of pictures and love cute frames. I've got photos of my sister (HH) and myself in cute frames from babies to like 5 years all the way from graduation to now. We're only a year and 1/2 apart, so we've always been close. I've got pictures in cute frame of everyone from Pepe, PS, family, and I can't tell you how may kitty frames that hold photos of Tigger. I'll always take more. (If you're reading this and just feel the sudden urge to go and buy me a cute little kitty frame, just email me and I'll send you my address. Ha! Ha!) It really is funny though b/c I think that I have more pictures of my cat than I do of anyone that I know.
On, that note, I think that I'm going outside b/c it's freaking cold in here. I need cute little gloves. I may attempt to go to Old Navy and grab some, but I doubt that I do. I'll just be cold. Oh, but what if they have hot pink? Decissions, decissions!
Scoop the Poop, either today or tomorrow, but it would be better to do it today, ARRRGH!!!
Ok. I'm just now getting a chance to update. I'm sitting here listening to one of my fav-o-rite cd's: America by The Jayhawks. My fav. song is Blue. It's oh so pretty.(all while being licked all over by Miss Tigger) Oh well, I've worked my ass off ALL weekend. I got off from work last night around midnight and got to go and do laundry. FUN!!! I can't complain b/c I made me some cash last night. Hooray!!! I also got to sit at the bar and roll silverware while watching my Jets win against the Chargers. Do I have a wonderful job or what? Go Jets, go!!!
The news on my little Miss Tigger is that the tumor was benign and she's FINE. Now, that deserves a big ole YIPPIEE!!! I called Dr. Vet's office friday from work and the technician said for me to call back in the morning b/c he was in surgery and he wanted to speak with me in person. OH MY GOD! I thought that he just wanted to tell me himself that she had cancer, but no, no, no, he just wanted to explain everything to me. He basically said that he'd gotten it all and all is well. I asked him if she needed to come in for an x-ray or anything to make sure that he definitely got it all. He said that there is no reason for him to see her until next year for her shots. I'm sooo fucking happy, people, you just don't know. Dr. Vet said that if I'd waited just another month, she'd probably have died. God and everyone else out there, thank you for your prayers and good vibes b/c they worked. I seriously don't know what I'd do without the baby that's warming my lap as I type. I love her like she's my child or something. Call me crazy! I know I'm crazy, it's you so called "normal" fuckers that scare me.
Anyway, I just took ALL of the garbage out. That was extra fun! PS is in Memphis, of course. I'm hoping that he'll be home in time to watch Desperate Housewives with me. That's our usual sunday night thing, if he's here. I hope that he had a fun old time in gay ole Memphis! Joey had better have called his ass or I'm going to have to drive my little Miata up there and kick his Brazilian balls!!! (You don't be fucking around with my baby's head, GOT IT!!!) I mean, he's totally hot and all, but that gives him no right to fuck with people's (especially PS's) emotions.
It's like 50 degrees here and the high was susposed to be 70. I'm cold! We live in an old house. This house was probably built 200 years ago or something. It's your typical old southern home with a front porch (with swing) and a back porch. The only thing that we don't like is that this house runs on gas as far as heat and the ONLY heater is in the bathroom. I swear, I could open the door right now and it would be warmer outside than it is in here. I've also got like 2 or 3 heaters plugged in. I'm fixing to go outside and see how it feels. (hold on, ok, b/c we're really on the phone) Yeah, it's 70 outside and like 30 in here. I think that I'm fixing to put Miss Tigger in the bedroom on the electric blanket and I'm going to go sit on the porch swing and plan my day.
Oh, what fun, I need to go to the grocery store and um, that's pretty much it. I want to go to the flea market, but I hate going there by myself b/c I always bump into people that I really don't want to see. I also tend to buy a bunch of shit that I have no room for. I've come to the conclusion that when I get my walls painted and my bedroom looking more like a bedroom than "the hey man, you listen to some old music, got any weed? room" (I've got old cool pictures of Janis Joplin, Willie Nelson, and lots of Eric Clapton on the walls for now.) that I'm going to have my dad come and build me some shelves every place that one can be built 'cause I got a lot of shit that I ain't goona part with. Sorry! Call me a pack rat. I don't care. I've just got LOTS of pictures and love cute frames. I've got photos of my sister (HH) and myself in cute frames from babies to like 5 years all the way from graduation to now. We're only a year and 1/2 apart, so we've always been close. I've got pictures in cute frame of everyone from Pepe, PS, family, and I can't tell you how may kitty frames that hold photos of Tigger. I'll always take more. (If you're reading this and just feel the sudden urge to go and buy me a cute little kitty frame, just email me and I'll send you my address. Ha! Ha!) It really is funny though b/c I think that I have more pictures of my cat than I do of anyone that I know.
On, that note, I think that I'm going outside b/c it's freaking cold in here. I need cute little gloves. I may attempt to go to Old Navy and grab some, but I doubt that I do. I'll just be cold. Oh, but what if they have hot pink? Decissions, decissions!
Scoop the Poop, either today or tomorrow, but it would be better to do it today, ARRRGH!!!
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