Grocery shoppin @3 stores in 1 evening? Check. Get everything? Negative; too tired to complete mission. Still alive? Barely. Time to rest on lovely new couch.

Just... blah.

How is it already May? Two seconds ago it was Christmas. Why is this year going so fast?

I'm not looking forward to summer. I hate the heat and the bees and the lack of air conditioning.

We went furniture shopping a couple weeks ago. The couch we got wasn't expected back in the store until May... but they got it within the week. We were planning on May... so we could get the living room ready. We pushed out our delivery day until this Saturday. Our living room is better, but still not ready. I hate junk.

Someone broke the front passenger window of mom's 4runner yesterday. As if we didn't already have enough problems with that car. Thanks a whole lot to whoever thought it would be a super awesome idea to shatter a window. Completely appreciate it.

I'm not a fan of doing dishes. I'm gonna have to do some when I get home. I don't think there are any ways around it. Stupid dishes... clean yourselves!

Pretty much right around the corner is mom's surgery on her foot. I just hope it turns out ok and everything wrong in there get's fixed. For at least... hmm... two weeks? I'll be her slave around the house. I need to plan some meals and get a good shopping list made for a shopping trip right before the surgery. Who knows when we'll be able to get a GOOD grocery shopping trip in after her surgery. Fun times.

I had an adorable pet bed for my cat Cocoa. After we had to put her down last July, I tried getting my other pets to use it. Doohickey will sleep in paper bags, empty baskets, in sinks, on top of shoes... but a pet bed is too bland. (Unless it's a squishy plush one on the table next to moms sewing machine.) Ezie would only lay on it for a few minutes while she chewed a toy. Brodie seemed the most interested... but only if it was built up with cozy blankets. And the appeal seemed to wear off quickly. The point to all this babble is, I finally had to part with something that had been Cocoa's. I don't understand how it's been nearly a year already. I still cried a little putting the pet bed in the donation box. It sucked.

I'm really tired. And I'm hungry for unhealthy food that I really shouldn't eat. Super.

Because of something said at a board meeting, I've been hurt and a little insulted and annoyed. I no longer feel welcome to even LOOK in the direction of this computer. Mom's work computer. That being said, I haven't been interested for two weeks to come along and hang around the church. But I got distracted last night and well, I was awake this morning... so I might as well be here, right? It's just mom and a sweet old lady here this morning. No cranky-pants people making me feel bad for being on the computer. Sooo yep. That was a slightly pointless ramble.

If anyone wants to get me a laptop, my half birthday is next month.

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.