Hello Easter

I had things I'd planned to write about, but in this moment I just don't care about any of it anymore.

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We went furniture "window" shopping yesterday, at 3 different stores. The plan was to check out prices of recliners. Ended up buying a sectional sofa... and a kitchen table +4 chairs. They'll be delivered sometime in May.

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April 13th, I made friends with a duck in the Albertson's parking lot. I thought she was lost, scared, hungry... possibly injured. Found out the next day that there are apparently 2 ducks, a male and female, that live in some bushes near the store. I've been to the store many times, but never saw them before. Oh well. She got to eat a NutriGrain bar for dinner.

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Today is Easter... I really want an egg shaped Reese's Peanut Butter cup. Someone help me out with that. Thanks.

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Got a random email from our vet clinic about "our" cat. It's a generic email, really. I found it amusing, and far from the truth of the cat that lives in my house lol. Here is something that was noted in the email:

"Your adult cat is your friend. She will curl up on your lap in the evenings and sit quietly for much of the time, content to simply gaze out the window. Gone is the rambunctious kitten, replaced by a regal king or queen. But your adult cat still needs plenty of playtime and affection to remain the healthy, contented creature she has become."

Well, about the only thing true in that statement, in regards to Doohickey, is that she does enjoy looking out the window. She is almost 5, but her rambunctious kitten ways haven't gone anywhere. They may have been deluded a bit since she was spayed last spring, but that's about it. And I wouldn't call her my friend. I'd say she'd be ok if I didn't exist lol. She loves my mom and follows her around to whatever room my mom happens to be in. Including the bathroom. Doohickey is far from being a lap cat, though when she feels the need for attention she'll plant herself across your chest and onto your shoulder. Don't believe that means she's happy if you pet her while she's there. She'll lay on you and make it hard for you to breathe, but you're not allowed to touch her lol. Calling Doohickey a queen would be a lie, to say the least.

No matter what, though, I will always love my evil pshyco precious rescue kitty.

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While writing this blog entry, I've gotten called twice from a number I don't know. well, random person... I'm going to keep ignoring you, so you better leave a message if it's important.

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That's all for now.

Going to see Water For Elephants? You betcha! :)

Sometimes I just wanna get rid of everything I own. I have no place to put anything away. Stuff is always all over the damn place. Ughhh.

I was so excited to find a disc of songs i'd had downloaded on my old computer that I forgot to watch robert pattinson on regis and kelly! Sad fail.

I miss my cat.

I miss Cocoa.



I'm having one of those days. It could be because I'm extremely exhausted. Blah.

I've just been making a list for myself of the way too many websites I'm a member of. I don't log in enough to remember user names and passwords. A list is a must for me.

Anyway, I remembered the Dogster.com and Catster.com memberships I have, and the fact that I hadn't updated since early 2010. This means my page for Cocoa says she's another year older, when the reality is she's been gone since July last year.

I had to sign in and edit the page... click the little box that says she's no longer with us and add RIP to her name.

It's depressing.

And yes, I do realize it's extremely cheesey to have social networking sites for my pets. I don't care, though.

Cocoa's page: Click Me.

In other news... not much is going on. My family is having another "sewing bee" or "sewing circle" today. I don't sew. I serve as the slave when I attend. Good times. This is all I really have to say today. I'm too exhausted to think of anything more interesting.

I hate nightmares centered around my pets. Especially if it's about some random big dog getting a hold of my chihuahua & not letting go. Stressful. Unpleasant.

missing thing-a-ma-bob.

I like trees. Is that a strange way to start a blog entry? Oh well. It's true. I just think trees are neat to look at. Yes, I did just write the word neat and yes it was in reference to trees. I especially like when trees are mostly flowers instead of leaves. It's like a giant flower bush. Awesome stuff, those trees.

I'm hungry. I ate next to nothing for breakfast, hours ago. A handful of dry cereal (Oatmeal Squares: best cereal ever) isn't very filling in the long run. I must remind myself of this the next time I try to get away with that. The sad part is, this isn't the first time I've had to tell myself to remind myself next time. Maybe I'll learn eventually.

So when you have a shnazzier cell phone, it has one of those slots that you can put a tiny memory card into. I got one of those tiny memory cards for my new phone for Christmas. Well, somewhere in the last week or so, I have lost the thing-a-ma-bob that the tiny memory card goes into when you take it out of the cell phone. You know, it looks like a normal sized memory card, with an opening for the tiny one to fit into. Anyway, I lost it. I have gone as far as moving the couch just to see if it somehow made it's way under there. It's entirely frustrating and yes, I have pouted over it. I want the stupid thing! There are pictures on my phone that I want to get to a computer, but to do so, I need that thing-a-ma-bob! I should also find out what those are really called because I can't complain very long about losing my tiny memory cards thing-a-ma-bob without confusing people. *huff and puff*

My last cell phone still has pictures that I really need off of it. That cell phone did not have a tiny memory card option. The pictures are TRAPPED on that phone. One of my dogs... the small one, the chewer of cords... decided to eat my phone charger. I got a new one from amazon for under $5 and within two days I found the chewy-dog just chewing away on the new charger. I didn't realie the cord had fallen to where she could get to it. She didn't get very far with the new charger, but it was JUST enough that she killed that one too. I'm not made of money, but I'm hoping I can get yet another charger for that phone soon, and start sending the pictures from that phone either to myself or to the internet somewhere. One question, does anyone know if cell phones still turn on if the back of the phone has been removed? As in the battery cover part. As long as the battery doesn't come out, it should still work, right? I don't know that I can get the cover back on the phone because my chewy-dog finds EVERYTHING she is not supposed to find and eats them. So frustrating.

I'm still hungry.

I'm using my moms work computer again. It's Sunday. People are worshiping, and I'm typing. I'm just glad my bladder woke me up in time this morning, or I may have slept right through my alarm. Meaning, I wouldn't be here typing this right now.

My life really isn't that eventful. This blog entry just proves it. Trees, hunger, missing thing-a-ma-bob's... It's pretty pathetic. Oh well, at least my blog looks pretty.

I adore Gabriel Iglesias :) Seeing him perform live last Saturday was awesome. Yay for one of his old Comedy Central specials on tonight woot woot! :)