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So I went to my primary healthcare and comes to find out there isn't anything wrong with my tonsils, well they are sore, but from my ear. Something in my ear quit working causing them to send icky stuff to my throat. Anyhoo he put me on steriods and this is suppose to fix it. As for my black outs, he believes I am having seizures and need to see a neurologist. Which will cost me 200 dollars just for the visit. The nurse told me to go to the court house and sign up for indigent care, but that I'll have to lie and not claim my husband. For some reason this is hard for me to do. I just wasn't brought up to lie, and this sucks.

In other news, my boss is quiting at the end of september, and I will be the next in line for head management. I'm so not thrilled. But I'm hoping that with all this change good stuff will come and we'll save more animals.

Tonsils,death, and depression

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 15:14:09 GMT

So I'm totally cheating and blogging at work. Why? Because by the time I make it home I'm so tired, and my tonsils are so raw I have no desire to do anything but sprawl on the couch with a pack of ice on my throat,and a good read. Somehow I've got to work out a deal where I can pay out to have my tonsils done, and yes I've decided. THEY MUST COME OUT. Do you know how terrible tonsils can make you feel? Horrid,wretched,moody,just plain foul. You know how squirrels,hamsters, and other small critters gather food by sticking it in their cheeks? Well that's me people, except instead of my cheeks its my throat. I tell you I could put a bull frog to shame. Maybe I should do that? Go in my back yard and see how many lady frogs I can attrack by my throat. -dies- It really isn't that funny, but I must find some humor in it or I'll scream. That really hurts at the moment to so I'm trying to refrain.

I must tell you I'm a decent actress though, because I have fooled my husband into thinking I feel -much- better. Why would I do such you ask? Well because I have a simply wondermous husband. Any little thing that makes me sad,sick, or just out of sorts he worries. I tell you I cannot have him driving all over the state of texas worrying about -me- when he should be driving. So this is why I put on a good face I simply cannot let my love be on the road worrying, about anything other then the road and his deliveries that is. I must briefly tell you one occassion while I was sick, sick that I couldn't hide. I was a hideous thing to look at, and my love coo'd at me told me I was the most purty gal he knew, and proceeded to cook for me, as I had ate nothing in almost two days. He made me this concoction of elbow noodles spaghetti sauce and corn. I tell you the sight of it made me turn greener then I allready was. I ate it though who could not? After he had fretted the whole while in there trying to make something, and he was so hesitant to bring it into me cuz he knew it looked bad, but he wanted me to eat. You know what it turned out it was actually good! I ate every bit of it and he being the simple love he is was delighted. I felt better too!

Enough of sickness and these horrid tonsils I don't want to think of them anymore. Let's talk about death. I know great subject to move onto eh? What bothers me is death that is not needed. Most of you I think know that I work for a Humane Society here in Central Texas. Oh yay what an awesome job animals are wonderful! Yes people I love animals so much in fact probably more then more ppl. Yet every day I have to watch animals, good animals that are wonderful, be put to sleep. I believe that it is seriously taken its toll on my mind. Somedays when I leave here I feel like I'm going to step out into the sun and explode in it's brillant rays. Why because how fair is it at the end of the day I get to walk out feel the kiss of the sun, and the grass on my feet, but not these wonderful darlings. Right now at my desk I'm in the middle of entering PTS=Put to Sleep. Do you want to know how many cats we put to sleep yesterday afternoon? Trust me you really don't.

Yet I stay because if I'm not here fighting to save at least one of their little lives, who will? I wish the people here would wise up and realize that spay/neuter is not an evil thing. I swear you cannot connect the dots for them. Its like DUH if you spay and neuter they won't be brought here. Oh well my puppies would never end up here they go to great homes. WRONG, your puppies are just like the rest. They could be one of the many ppl bringing in their awesome pet, because they've been forced to move into a smaller home, or simply cannot feed them. So when you say that you sound...ignorant. Fools I'm surrounded by them.

Well I think I've belly ached enough for the moment, what a great post to come out of seclusion on eh. -_-

I'm tired...

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 00:32:42 GMT

Really and truly tired, down to the depths of my soul. I don't like to go on and on about the things in my life that suck the energy from me, because dwelling on them simply adds to their fuel no? Tonight with my husbands grudging help, I got "my" room clean. It's the second bedroom/office. Well you can see my floor in here wowee after what three months? I also finally put up my alter. It feels so good, like a smoldering ember that's laid dormant has sparked. Unfortunately I don't think my husband likes it. Yet you know what...I'm not changing it. This is the first time I've been settled where I could have my own alter. Not some window alter. Which was just as good yet, this one..this one just makes me all giddy. It is nothing elaborate. Let me try to explain it to you. Heck you know what I think I shall take a picture of it for you! How does that sound? I'm afraid it will take me a moment, but well you won't know that because as you read this m'dear friends I'll have posted the pictures with it. HEE! (that was for you Kelly!) Saves me the trouble of trying to explain it. Hopefully my husband won't take to burning me at the stake...
Oh and Kelly m'lovely lil dancer I'm afraid I lost your blog information and my lazy bum has yet to go search for it at the AG but I promise I shall be caught up again soon. <3
ohh yes to see the pictures just click at the top of my blog where it says "photos"

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Sun, 11 May 2008 01:30:05 GMT

He says "can I stop and get a beer" she says "thats up to you" her mind says "sure drink yourself stupid again, watch the tv, and whatever to the wife. She's of no use to you since she doesnt give sex "IT DOESN"T MATTER THAT HER FUCKING ANKLE IS BROKEN" Drink up Johnny it may be your last.....

Hello!

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 20:40:28 GMT

I'm still here and reading blogs I promise! Life's been really busy, and to be honest I like it. Keeps my mind from roaming and stupid crap like that. Heh! This last weekend Joseph and I were goofing with the camera and I thought I'd share. I've lost a little weight about 20 lbs, but I think honestly its from being happy. A happy me doesn't stuff my face! La! Anyhoo here they are. Love ya'll!

In Seclusion

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 00:54:07 GMT

Seclusion a place I need to be right now. I've not the wit, nor words to write really what's in my head. Needless to say it's a bunch of bitter,sad,deranged, rubbish. So I shall keep it swirling in this mushy goo of a thing that is called my brain. I've been away from the keyboard, and from my one source of cheer...The Garden. I did go by and read up on stuff, so I'm not behind. But really the four days away wasn't so bad, and I didn't let my ugly sadness fall upon anyone else. Needless to say this is a random shout out to tell you all that I love you, and I'm still near.

Good Vibrations: Kelly aka ruby

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:11:47 GMT

So right folks, life is utter crap atm. So I've decided I'm going to try and blog a few days about nothing but the -goodness- in my life. Since I just finished reading Ms. Kelly's wonderful story about crazy dinners and pj's with over sized shirts, I decided tonights blog shall be about her. Do you know Ms. Kelly? If not well I must say you are missing out. Aside from having a deliciously tasty looking bum, she's got one of the most wonderful hearts I know. You see I confide to Ms. Kelly where I can't confide to others. Why you ask? Well to be honest, I can't tell you other then...its Kelly. A brilliant writer, a successful wife, and an amazing mother. She is one of the many on my list of "when I grow up I wanna be like." Now this is NOT saying Ms. Kelly is old, for she is not! She's simply already everything I want to be someday. When we talk, and I just don't have the words to get out what I want to say, she just knows. Its like silent communication through internet waves. -l- If there is such a silly thing as internet waves. It sounded good in my head at least!! She is the most amazing story writer, I love love reading her blogs! It can be three sentences long, and its still wickedly witty. Man one day I'll be able to write like that! Or so I hope heh. Now another thing you must know is that Ms. Kelly is terribly beautiful dancer, terrible you say? Terrible as in when I watch her dance, she makes my soul ache, and my eyes well up. Perhaps I'm too emo, but I just like to think I can feel the dance. I've always wanted to dance, and well I've two left feet and my large ass makes me freakishly garish on the floor. =/ BUT! I am not thinking of negative, I am thinking of positive good sensations. So here's my glass raised to you Ms. Kelly, and all the beauty that is you. Thank you so much for blessing my life with your spirit. I love you.

Cats,kittens, and puppies oh my!

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 00:52:41 GMT

So I was telling mah tinydancer earlier on msn that we have the most adorable puppies that lost their mother at work. They are only one week old, so we got the idea to have a mama cat nurse them and she took them. Look aren't they so adorable!

Come on ppl organize!

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:31:57 GMT

    So I started volunteering at our local Humane Society. Well that soon turned into a part time job. Which I absolutely love working with animals, and making sure they are adopted and not put to sleep. Unfortunately we are not yet able to have a "no kill" center. Which I won't even go into how hard it is to come in some mornings and see certain adorable eyes and loving tails gone. The crappy deal is we get a good portion of ppl coming in and pretty much shouting at us for being a "kill" center. They won't even listen to the why for or how come, they just blast off at us. So at times what we do is highly stressful.
    You can imagine why then I have this one co-worker that drives me absolutely batty! He's tacky on the phone, and just down right rude. He's the first contact ppl have with, and he so so so doesn't give us a good first impression. He's been gone about a week sick, and it was awesome. I even got compliments on my phone etiquette and such, and they pointed out Dan was horrid. Now while that made me happy, it also frustrated me too. He's running off what little people we have that are interested in adopting or donating to the center. We are a non-profit center so about only 45% of our revenue is generated by the city. How shitty is that eh? We rely strongly upon our donations, and this great big ass of a man is running them off!
    Also on top of that he STEALS, from our spay/neuter program, (the money is in a bank bag) and is even so low that he takes quarters out of our glass jug on the counter to get soda's from the machine outside. Now you are probably thinking. Why hasn't this man been fired? I have no idea ppl, none! The Director is well aware of what he does, and she continues to allow him to work there. Yes he -has- brought in a good bit of revenue, but that does NOT mean he can just take whatever money he wants!
    So here's where the subject title of "organization" comes in. Can you believe that all the money that we get in, whether its for donations,adoptions, or spay/neuter vouchers...goes into a bank deposit bag. THAT IS LEFT IN AN UNLOCKED FILE CABINET FOR MOST OF THE DAY?! Oi if that isn't enough to get one's blood boiling for disorganization, half the time you can't find the right vouchers that are needed, they don't have papers for us new employees to refer to on certain things like, impound fees, or random things like how much rabies vaccinations cost.
    There are 6 employee's counting me, and one of them is The Director. So Jimmie the one that I call "Reaper" because he does the Euthanasia, he pretty much takes off and goes when he wants. Or if he's on supposed Center business, i.e. picking up donated dog food from wal-mart, he'll just stop off and pay a few of his bills while he's at it. HELLO HE'S ON COMPANY TIME! Seriously...its driving me bonkers!