Well, here I am. People who know me love me whether they like it or not. It's a burden since I dislike most people. You can find My actual Life HERE. I have many fandoms, and many likes but I have yet to find passion in a past time. You are welcome as long as you behave.
I figure as long as STAN can live here, I can too. Here's round two.
This is my kid. He's 6 years old now. He reads at an eighth grade level and he's four and a half feet tall. His family adores him and is kind enough to share some happy moments, like his 6th birthday this week, with me via picture. I'm so Happy at the turn out of the whole situation. The decision we made enriched the lives of that family and that child is loved and has so many opportunities I could never give him.
I love this, he asked for a crown to wear on his birthday. That's TOTALLY my kid.
I'm grumpy, and it's mostly my own fault. I'm also in a lot of pain, which contributes. At 7 PM I agree to meet Liz at The shamrock. This agreement was made with the addendum that I didn't want to be out long. Two and a half hours later I tell her I have to (MUST) leave. I love Liz more than almost anyone in the world and we were having a good time, but around 8:30ish Movie Buddy texted me to see if I wanted to see Captain America. I desperately wanted to, and with Liz's blessing I told him yes. I agree to meet movie buddy at 9:30 as the movie was at 10. As I was getting ready to see about parting ways with Liz she got a call that her sister was going to come meet her at the bar. Liz made the very reasonable request that I wait for sister to arrive. 40 minutes later and no sister means I can't go home and feed the dogs before the movie and suddenly my, "I don't want to be out long," turns into 6 fucking hours away from my house, my dogs and my beloved couch. I haven't had any couch time to myself in almost 2 weeks. First a goddamn week of out of town stuff, which included stressful car not starting bullshit, then work. Lured out to be social more often than not since I got back into town and I am at the point that solitude sounds amazing.
Meeting Liz was only agreed upon AFTER blair canceled on me. She bugged me for a week about hanging out, all the way up until this afternoon. I agreed and then as I'm getting ready to go to her house I get a text that she's grouchy and wants a rain check. I had already turned Liz down an hour previous for Blair. So I called Liz and made the earlier mentioned agreement.
So, onto the pain, after 2.5 hours in a patio chair at the bar and 2.5 hours in a theater seat my hip is making me want to die. With that said, it is time to medicate and sleep.
EDIT: Tried top go to bed, to find Lucy peed on my bed. Right where I sleep. Even got the pillows.
Today was really a trial for me. I was hoping for a good day at work, but it took a turn very early. My sales were super in the negative. My sister called before my first break. My sister never calls in the daytime, so I was worried. I called her back to receive news that my step-cousin (?) passed away yesterday. He had gotten either high or very drunk and passed out. He aspirated in his sleep. His 7 year old brother found him the next afternoon. I wasn't all that close to him, but his mother is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met. She suffered through the very sudden death of her first husband and was raising 5 boys on her own. She and my Uncle Bill got married several years ago and literally had a Yours, Mine and Ours situation. The Boy who died was Connie's 3rd son. He has a history of substance abuse, but was back living at home getting things together. My heart just breaks for Connie and it just makes me so sad. I'm really just in a poor state of mind.
The Cure had the greatest song ever with Friday in the title.
So I was home today to avoid being arrested for burning down the place I work. In my being home all day I actually heard my Boo (Giant Dog) whine all day from the pain in his legs and hips. It was so terrible I actually sat on the floor with him and burst into tears. It is almost silly how much I love this dog.
I was crying both out of his pain and the thought of what it would eventually lead to for me. My immediate thought was "I wish I was not poor and could just get him new hips." I am poor however. My next thought was one I refuse to even utter, let alone write down. So as I was doing nothing and playing on The Interwebs I decided to order a supplement called NZymes. I watched a bunch of videos and read positive reviews before buying them since I dropped a chunk of change I'm sure MasterCard would rather have. Fuck those guys though, Demian is WAY better than they are. It's also like a 6 month supply by all accounts though. Here's to crossed fingers!!!!
To appease the Bronies and Pony fans I watched the first 5 episodes today. It's not burn worthy, but I don't see what all the fuss is about. but at least I watched it and can complain about it freely. I don't tend to actually complain per say but meh. ORIGINAL ponies had a human character named Molly though.
