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January 31, 2007

Phoebe VS Mr. Grumpy Pants Part 34532343

Last night was yet another round of stubborn heads between Phoebe and Jake. This time Jake started it. I have no idea why but he gets annoyed with when the cats are laying on me at night. One usually lays on my side/hip while the other lays over my leg. Getting up to pee is a treat. Anyway, Jake decides to push sleeping Phoebe off of me. That sets her in motion and she starts running around the apartment. Jake gets up and chases her around with the squirt bottle while I fuss at him. She finally jumps on the bed again, only to use Jake's crotch as a diving board. This makes him even MORE grumpy and the running with squirt bottle continues. Once back in bed Phoebe sneaks back onto the bed. Jake, in sensor mode, turns over and pushes her off. I fuss and she jumps back up again, shielded by my arm. Finally I yell "Just leave her alone. Jeesh." while she's trying to lay on my chest under my arms to hide from him. Mind you the whole time this is happening I am giggling. It's like a circus in our house.

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January 30, 2007

Little Things (that break)

The television is officially fixed! Friday night JakeD and I planned on some quick cleaning which ended up being a mini spring cleaning. It spilled over into Saturday too. You'd think we were expecting company for the week, Then on Saturday e JakeD went to the anti war rally while I stayed home for the television repair guy. After zipping through the repair he showed me the possible culprits. Two little switches that Samsung had originally used on their newest lines of televisions. Apparently the company that made them did a lousy job and Samsung is eating a lot of the cost. He had already replaced four yesterday and I was the second one of the day. I'm just glad the whole thing is over with and we can get back to movie date nights.

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January 28, 2007

Let the Race Begin

It's that time of the year again. Time to start panicking about bills. Every year I do the same fucking thing. Come mid March my tax refunds come in and everything is hunky dory. I have extra money in the bank, bills are paid off and all is well in the Odessa/Jake household. A few years back I made some major computer upgrades with my refund and the money dissipated. But for the last two years I haven't done jack shit with it. Yet somehow the money still ends up gone by the new year. A few months back I decided to take a large chunk of it and put it into a online savings account. The interest rates blew my local bank out of the water so I couldn't resist. Still... I kept some in the checking for emergencies. No emergencies happened and here I am, panicking. I have money in savings. It's not like I'm down to the wire. But if I am ever going to move out of this shitty little apartment and into something nice I have to forget those accounts even exist. I think it's the idea that I can't just go out and buy something for two weeks. I can't pay any bills (except rent) and it's going to be tight. I worked hard not to live like that. It was something I did a long time ago and still cringe when I think about it. Robbing Peter to pay Paul and begging Mary for an extension.

My other issue is that I look to Jake and want to start grilling him on his finances. Truth is, I'm afraid I'll never move forward and it kills me to think about it. I don't want to live like this. I want to be comfortable. I'm not talking rich, just enough to be able to eat out when we like and buy a video. I want my sites to work. I want to travel. I want to see my friends in Georgia. Little things that are just out of my reach right now and it's killing me.

Then there are the big things. Marriage. I want a ring. A nice ring. My friend and I talked about this earlier in the week and she said that engagement rings are pointless. I disagreed. Not just on the traditional meaning of the ring, that it signifies commitment, but that it also proves he is able to save up for something he really wants. You save for what you want. No excuses, no 'next week'. If you want it then no one has to remind you to do it. I don't want to ask about if he's been saving up because any answer but 'yes' would kill me.

Money makes me crazy.

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January 25, 2007

Religious Spam Anyone?

The one thing that annoys me about :su: is that there are some people who just love shoving their opinions down your throat. It doesn't happen often, so I usually ignore them. Tonight was different. I had a shitty day at work, a bitch of a drive home and just wanted to relax for a few hours before having to deal with more shit tomorrow. So when I clicked onto my inbox I was looking forward to some friendly hellos from my friends and perhaps a review or two. *cough* What I got was a clearly confused person who either !: Didn't catch on to the username J00wish as being religious or B: Knew I was and was trying to convert me. Either one didn't sit right and I decided to let loose with my PMS on him.

So yeah... leave me alone.

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January 24, 2007

Dude... I'm on the Throne!

This morning was... embarrassing. I got up around 2 a.m. to do my usual pee and was followed into the bathroom by Phoebe. During the day all three cats HAVE to be in there so I'm relieved to just have the one. There's nothing worse than having an audience while you do your business. Anyway, I was doing mine and leaned over to pick up a string on the floor when Phoebe decided it was lap time. For some reason she only jumps on my lap there. Mid jump I bend over and she has to scramble. My leg gets a nasty scratch and she ends up on my back. So here I am trying to reach around and gently pull her ass down so she doesn't scratch and she decides to play. She lays down, half rolls and I panick. That's all I need is for her to slip and scratch my back. I have both hands behind my back trying to steady her while quietly asking her to get the fuck down. I thought of calling Jake, but didn't want to deal with that scar either. I'm not a prude person by any means, but I can't deal with two people in a bathroom while one is on the toilet. It's just... weird. After a few minutes of Phoebe purring while chewing on my fingers I tried a hail Mary approach. I grabbed the string and wiggled it in from of her then tossed it across the room. Phoebe happily jumped down to get it and I sat up to view the damages. A bloodied leg and funny story I wasn't going to be able to tell to many people. Not bad for having to pee.

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January 22, 2007

Ow...

My head is killing me. I went to work early today expecting a week's worth of work to catch up on. What I DIDN'T expect was for my boss to tell me to put it all aside so we could work on a powerpoint presentation I did for her TWICE before. Apparently they decided to change it again. So we spent the next six and a half hours redoing everything... and I left and hour and a half late. That's without a late break and working through half my lunch. I am sooo going to bed right now.

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January 21, 2007

Old Friends

On Saturday Jake and I stopped by the rescue stand to see the lady who fostered our two cats, Dorian and Phoebe. We hadn't spoken to her in a while and got an email asking for donations. It turns out she never got my message. I've been wanting to donate more money for a while so it was a perfect opportunity to help a fellow foster volunteer and a kitten who was very ill. I hope the little guy makes it.

The best part was seeing the other people who ended up adopting from Bernadine. I remember their cats when they were kittens and they've all grown so big. The other foster people were amazed at how many of her adopters showed up. It was nice to show them how grateful we were for all that they've done. Bernadine doesn't just rescue/foster cats. She shows them love and keeps them in a calm house where they are people and other pets. By the time the cats are adopted they are ready for any type of home that wants them.

Tomorrow I start back at work, which is going to be hell. I have a week of work to catch up on and a boss that's going to ride my ass like the star horse in a rodeo. Oy...

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January 18, 2007

The Spam Wars

I swear I don't know why I even have email. Three fourths of it is spam. I use a great program called Mail Washer that lets me preview emails before downloading them. My main account gets so much spam I only glance at it before deleting all. It's usually a blessing... except for the rare times when I miss an email. Take today for instance. I noticed some emails came in and glanced at the 19 before selecting Delete All. As they disappeared I noticed one that wasn't spam only to see it be deleted before reading who it was from or what it was about. All I could do is let out a "GAH!" sound and blink. If there's a hell I hope spammers have a special circle where they have to delete every spam email they've ever sent over and over... and get an electrical shock to their genitals every time they slack off. And I hope I get to push that button...

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January 16, 2007

Sick Again, Eh?

Apparently my sunny disposition did nothing to help cure this cold. I am still sick and stayed home today. At least my boss didn't grill me on it. Hell, I stayed at work sick all last week to get her report done. She should have given me today

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January 12, 2007

Put On a Happy Face

Our office has been hit by the cold/flu/infestation from hell. My boss mentioned how everyone is sick and she doesn't want them around when they are. I mention that I have been sick and she does a 180. "I think part of the illness is mental. If you keep a positive outlook you'll be fine." I shot back, "So you're saying the recent outbreak around the country is a bad case of the grumps? Brilliant." With that she shooed me out of her office.

I loathe when people twist things to suit their specific needs. She wants the sick people who AREN'T working for her to stay home, but her staff to put on a happy face and get back to work. How's this?

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January 11, 2007

*Cough* *POW*

I swear I'm going to toss the next person who comes to work sick out the fucking window. I can understand minor symptoms, but these people are practically sleeping at their desks with blankets, tea and tissues. If you have a temperature and can't say more than two words without going into a coughing fit then you need to keep your sick ass at home! Meanwhile Jake has been sick all week from one of these people and I am fighting it off myself. So much for a fun filled long weekend. *sigh*

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January 09, 2007

*Sniffles*

The Odessa/Jake household is officially sick. He's worse off than me though. So today I go to work and feel miserable while he gets to stay home and do the same. I can't risk missing any more work right now so I'm stuck. Every time I mention sickness my boss goes off on her 'you should have gotten a flu shot' rant. It's not the fucking flu! It's a miserable head-cold from hell. *grumbles*

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January 08, 2007

Can You Give Me a Hint?

I *think* my appointment with the surgeon went well. He said I was on the low end of normal for recovery and had high blood cell count which he'll discuss with my doctor. Yeah, okay. So now I am waiting to hear from my doctor on what is up with my labs. The surgeon starts mumbling about how he discusses it with him because they work together on my recovery. No shit. I just don't get why he couldn't discuss it with me. Whatever. Afterwards he says someone needs to talk to me and to go back out into the waiting room to be called in. Thirty minutes later I ask the receptionist to at least tell me WHY I have to wait and the doctor tells them I can go if I want to. Hell yes! If they need to get a hold of me they have my number. I still don't know what that was about either. Oy. Anyway, at least that's over with and I have two more appointments left.

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January 06, 2007

Dorian Fishing

Dorian loves to watch the fish. I think I got more just for his amusement. One night we heard him make a "yelp" sound and Jake stood up just in time to see Dorian leaning against the tank and waving both paws in what Jake described as 'jazz hands'. We didn't stop laughing for ten minutes.

Meanwhile his fur is just gorgeous. I was hesitant to get a long haired cat but he really doesn't shed. He's a big ball of love. *smiles*

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January 03, 2007

Next Stop... The Asshole Zone

Tomorrow I go to see the surgeon for my three month follow up. Then it's two more visits before he can kiss my skinny ass good-bye. I know I should be able to move past his outburst, but he made my life hell during the scariest moments. Deciding on having surgery is a serious thing, elective or not. There are so many things that can go wrong you don't need to worry about the mental stability of the surgeon holding the knife. Afterwards I went to see my doctor and he cocked his head to the side as I walked towards the room. "I don't hear any instruments he purposely left in clinking around." I love the guy but he's such an ass.

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January 02, 2007

Poetry In Motion

He thrusts his fists paws against the posts shower doors,
And still insists he sees the ghosts I dunno...

Dorian has started a cute habit that is fast becoming a bad one. He'll hop into the shower and start scratching at the doors so they'll make banging noises. At first we both laughed, which was probably a bad idea. This morning he started doing it at 4a.m. I wanted to kill him. I tried calling to him and getting him to come to bed... but the little bugger decided he wanted everyone up and wouldn't stop. He went from banging the doors to running up and down the hallway. This lasted until I finally dragged my ass out of bed at 5a.m., a half hour earlier than usual. Now I'm tired and have to try and go to work. *yawns* If only we could keep him awake during the day...

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January 01, 2007

Happy *yawn* New Year

That was exciting... not. Our annual New Year celebration day ended up kinda disappointing. We watching our movies (Dogma and Slither for teh win!) and had our kick ass dinner. It consisted of lobster tail, fillet mignon and baked potatoes with almost all the works. Top it off with some wine and we were set. Then around 10:30pm Jake disappears and I find him fast asleep on the bed. *grumbles* So I rang in the New Year by myself and left the Champagne for some other time. It could have been worse. Hell, it has been. At least I'm with the one I love and we're safe at home instead of dodging drunks on the road.

Our neighbors down the street got a hold of some fire crackers and freaked out the cats. Yay... Considering I used to live in a really bad neighborhood where the neighbors fired semi automatic weapons into the air this was a pleasant change.

I refuse to make any New Years resolutions. If I can't make goals without start dates and holidays then I'm not doing well in my book. That being said I do hope for a happy and healthier New Year for all.

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