Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Sunday, March 27, 2005
I Hate Almost Everyone and Everything
Why is that, you ask? Hell if I know. Not more than five hours ago, I was just sitting and thinking about how happy and content I was. I don’t know where I went wrong to swing the other way, but when I wake in the morning, it had better all be right again. At least we’ll be able to bring Cricket home and cuddle with our gimpy little pup. She was so cute when we went to go see her yesterday. All doped up and woozy, but clearly happy to see us. It was really nice of the vet’s office (Creature Comforts) to let us in to see her. We thought they closed at 6p on Saturdays, but alas, that wasn’t true, they close at 5p. We, of course, arrived at 5:05p. Duh, us. Anyway, they very nicely let us in, and even better, put us in a room and brought Cricket out to us. We only thought we might be able to see her quickly for a couple of pets, while she was in her li’l recovery cage. So, big thanks to Denise & Stephanie for letting us in and to Becky for bringing our monster baby out to see us. It was nice to see that she was doing so well. It was an extra nice thing we could hold onto after we heard the horror of her $2300 bill. Gah! Last year, when she had both knees done, it was maybe $1800 or so. Oh well, that’s what the Care Credit card is for, no? Naturally, we’d just finished paying it off after Chelsea’s feeding tube extravaganza. But, it wouldn’t be our lives if that card didn’t have some big pet expense on it.
I’m really babbling here. I’m losing control of my life maybe. I’ve gone so low that I checked out FlyLady because I sure could use some help organizing my life. I feel like I’m surrounded by stuff, lots of stuff. Before the house was appraised and we had the leaky windows and all, the house was mostly presentable. But then we got sick and we spread the sickness (clutter, not vomit, sillies) all over the house. And maybe not so much we as I. I know I have a big clutter problem. Actually, it’s a big procrastination problem because I don’t like living like this. Also, by “like this”, I don’t mean we live in one of those scary houses you see on Animal Cops, where they have 50 dogs/cats locked up into two rooms and it’s really gross. We just have a bit of a clutter problem, especially now with the new business equipment. Who really has room for a sandblasting cabinet, a dye sub printer, an Imprintor, eight dozen mugs, a large heat press and a mug press? I’m guessing not a lot of people. I admit to being responsible for the general clutter and I certainly could be responsible for attempting to get rid of the dust from the yard that settles over everything in every room downstairs. Maybe FlyLady could help, although ten emails a day? It would be like my mother nagging me. Of course, I can tell these emails to fuck off if I want to. It can’t hurt to try, I guess. There’s always “unsubscribe”.
I have another complaint. The font is so small when I’m writing this that I can’t always tell if I’ve spelled everything correctly, and I’d go batshit if I saw a misspelled word on my blog. Keep that in mind. If you see one, from any entry, please write and let me know—it’s a typo and I must fix it. Then again, I also need glasses. Must be all these years of staring at the monitor.
This entry is so insufferably boring that I think I might have to go find a cute pet picture to add something interesting.
Here’s a cute puppy picture of Cricket. She was so tiny.
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