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I woke up this morning to find that Rusty had left the door ajar. Mojo was sitting in the doorway and Max was already outside! Fortunately, he hadn't gotten far, because I would have to kill Rusty if anything had happened to that cat. What a doofus.

I have a bunch of shit to do today, and no motivation to do anything. I need to pay the rent, pay the phone bill, and get Sarah's portraits taken. I also need to go to the petstore and buy Carefrash for the rats and Stress Coat for the fish, and maybe talk to the aquarium guy about Bob the betta, who seems to have fin rot. :(

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This place is making me crazed: Gen-X Jewelry. I'd like one of each, please.

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Drove to the bank; it sucked because it was really windy and I'm still driving my grandmother's tiny little Nissan. I had a hell of a time keeping it on the road. I stopped at PetsMart in Winchester. Bought four small bags of Carefresh - my god that shit is expensive! But I hate aspen shavings with a passion and that was my only other choice. I also got another bottle of Stress Coat and a bottle of stuff that says it helps with fin rot. I hope it does, I don't want to lose my fishies!

Got back into Martinsburg, mailed the rent check and paid the phone bill. Stopped home to find that my Kitty Loaf Invasion tee-shirt had arrived, hooray! Off again...

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Took Sarah in for her portraits, and had to wait while two little male brats had theirs done. I did some grocery shopping while I waited, but they were still there when I was done. When they finally got done, one of the adults (a mother or aunt, I guess) told the photographer that she sucked, and with just a little more time, the little brats would not have been screaming monsters. Or something like that. By the time Sarah got in, SHE was getting crabby, from waiting, and because she was missing her nap. A couple of them aren't bad though, and at least it's done for another three months.

And then I ran into the mall and got another three holes punched in my ears - two more in the lobes and another cartilage piercing. I'm up to eight holes now! I think I'm done with my ears, except I want to get one more - a larger gauge helix piercing in my other (right ear). All the holes that I have now have simple 14k gold balls and hoops, and I want one cartilage piercing that I can put a circular barbell or spiral or something in. I just need to find a good piercer for that one.

After that, it'll be the nose, the navel, and the tongue, for an even dozen. =)

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This song (or at least the Neil Young version) makes me think of Norman. He was an alchoholic that I befriended and slept with when Rusty and I split up several years ago. I was working at a porn shop, and he liked Neil Young, and I ordered a greatest hits CD that had this song on it. We used to sit on the roof of our apartment building (over the porn shop) and talk. Norman was one of those guys, he was completely and totally wrong for me, and yet, we had a connection. I wonder what ever happened to him. Last I heard, he was headed to Florida. I still think about him.

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I also am still really bummed out about Kurt Cobain. What a fucking waste.

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I'm sleepy, I'm hungry, and my foot is asleep.

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I have accomplished absolutely nothing today. I needed to clean the rat cages and do a partial water change in the goldfish tank, but I didn't. I needed to vacuum, but I didn't. I needed to clean off the counter and set up the new microwave, but I didn't. I needed to at least wash the dishes so I can fix dinner this evening, but I didn't.

In other news, Anne emailed me; Cheerio made it to NYC safe and sound. She really likes him, and said he's getting along well, hooray! I now have rats in Texas, New York, Michigan, Maryland, Virginia, and Pennsylvania. Wow.

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Bob the betta died this afternoon. He had fin rot when I got him (I didn't recognise it at the time), and then developed some sort of fungus. I tried treating it, but it was too late, I guess. Rest in peace, Bob. =(

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Dinner time... I made white chedder mac and cheese, yum! Note to self: do not use plastic spork to stir boiling stuff - they do melt. But! White chedder mac and cheese, yum! I would be happy with just a bowl of the cheese mix, no noodles neccessary.

Coming soon: Renee discusses her abnormal love for liquid cheese. Narf!

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I think Bella is pregnant! I have her, Beatrix, and Bea's daughter in a cage together, getting extra good stuff to eat. Bea's boys are now living in one of the barn tops with their Uncle Brutus, who is tolerant but less-than-thrilled with his new charges.

Now I just need to figure out what to do with the "extra" boy from Bea's litter. Two breeders are interested, but I don't really like either of them. That's if I keep three of the four remaining boys; Baxter, Bixby, and Eye Patch. I'm also not sure if I'm going to keep the one girl or try to find her a home that already has rats. Decisions, decisions...

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WHAT have I done to piss off the Fish Gods??? I woke up this morning and flipped on the aquarium light, only to find that Kipper appears to have dropsy! He is bloated and floating around the tank and I have no clue what to do. Shit shit SHIT! =(

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This is a cool new feature for paid members - similar interest matching.

These were my top ten matches:

ratties 31.862
chicky 29.393
luminosity 26.515
01flux 25.707
rebequa 25.351
agent_orange 24.622
multifacetsflux 24.520
jabberwocky 23.946
jacqui 23.541
edmcbride 23.465

Unfortunately, none of these people are on my friends list, and none of the people on my friends list are on this list. Whatever... I like you guys better anyway! =)

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Kipper is dead. He seemed fine yesterday, and today, he is dead. I still don't even know for sure if it was dropsy or swim bladder disease. If I were a stronger person, I would have looked at him more closely before I disposed of him, but I just couldn't. He seemed pudgy when I got him; I assumed he was just a good eater. Now I don't know.

The Fish Gods are definately angry.

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Michael J Fox on Oprah. It is so hard to watch him now. My grandfather died of Parkinsons, and that was hard to watch, but he was old - MJF was only 29 years old when it started. I can't even imagine. Very hard to watch. He was so fucking young.

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ABC News is discussing circumsision. Turns out, it isn't neccessary for non-religious purposes. Thank you. If I were really Jewish (and not just in spirit), I might have considered it, but neither of my boys have been circumsised, and both have turned out okay. Come to think of it, Rusty isn't either, and his works just fine, too. Oy vey.

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Stayed up late talking to Laurie on the phone, and now my ear hurts! Not from the conversation, but from having the phone pressed against fresh piercings. Our phone is cheap and poorly shaped, so I think that was the reason. I need to soak my ear in sea salt water, and I need to buy a new phone.

I also need to finish cleaning out the betta tank. I nuked the gravel for an hour, and nuked the plastic plants until they started to melt, and now I'm soaking the tank itself in water with lots of fish fungicide. I'm still not sure what to do about the filter, other than to replace the cartidge. What fun.

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I was getting a piece of rye bread for myself just now, and Herring and Anchovey were doing the starving fishie dance. So on a whim, I held a small piece of bread under the water for them, and they ate it right from my fingers! Well, Anchovey tried nibbling on my fingers first, but Herring showed him how it was done. So cute!

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My would-have-been navel piercing is healing nicely. There are just two little tiny scabs, like I had bug bites. I think I may tell Rusty that I want him to take me someplace good to get it re-pierced for my birthday.

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Tomato soup for lunch, yum. I never used to eat it (no idea why) but now I love it.

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I really like the looks of Saint John at Rendezvous. He isn't so young or so freakish as a lot of the piercers that I've seen. Young girls with names like Candi and April make me nervous when they wield large needles. People who look like they could join the circus also make me nervous. This guy looks pleasantly normal. I think I'm gonna go to him for my navel piercing. Perhaps I'll call him tomorrow and see if I need an appointment.

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I had a dream about John Travolta last night. He was a younger John Travolta, more towards the Grease era than Pulp Fiction. We were friends, I guess, because when I happened upon him, he looked sad, and I was worried about him and gave him a hug. We talked a while, and then he kissed me - a deep, long, wet kiss. He wasn't a very good kisser though, and I debated as to whether or not I should tell Rusty.

Woke up to the sound of barking dogs. MY barking dogs. Staggered around, trying to get dressed, yelled at said dogs. I hate dogs. Especially MY dogs.

And my ears are sore.

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Lunch time! I'm having a leftover cheese sub - yummy! I love provolone.

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I got an email this morning reminding me that my LJ Paid Account will expire tomorrow if I don't give them more money. Unfortunately, I only have a $1.99 in my bank account. Oh well, I guess I can always pay later, even if it expires in the meantime. {sigh}

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Strange shit. I went to the supermarket this evening. When I went through the checkout line, the teenybopper cashier girl, who I do not know, looked at me and said, "I don't know what to do with my hair for prom."

People who know me in real life will understand how absurd this is. My hair, which is badly in need of a washing at the moment, was pulled into a ponytail, as usual. I didn't brush it before I left the house. It hasn't been "done" in years. By no means do I look like a prom consultant, or even someone who cares about the prom.

So I mutter something non-committal like, "uhh, prom."

She seems to take this as a sign of interest, unfortunately, and proceeds to tell me how her hair is curly, and won't do anything that she wants it to do. She had it in a french twist last year, but it was a lot longer then. It doesn't look right pulled into a clip on the top and sides and hanging down in the back. She might consider an upsweep, but she isn't sure she'd like that.

I suggested that she see a hair stylist for suggestions and made a run for it.

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I NEED THIS. It makes pancakes, eggs, and grilled cheese. What else could I want?

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I slept on the sofa last night, after getting pissed off at Rusty for going to bed and leaving me alone while Mason was dying. Woke up some time between 4-5am because Sarah was screaming, and then couldn't go back to bed (or sofa). So I'm up. Yay.

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Laurie, interesting community: altmarriage.

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I've added some new LJ friends to my list:

babyraven, who I see post in muridae's journal a lot, and seems cool.
jamaicanjungle, who I met in the piercing community.
artmomz, who I met in the goldfish_bowl and has a human child.
plaidrats, who has rats, and the coolest username ever.
jellosolara, who has rats AND bettas, how cool is that.
wildfell, who I see in das_hydra's journal and also has rats.
gwinna, who has been very helpful in the bettas community.

Hello, new LJ Friends! =)

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I thought I was going to have to kill Rusty this morning. I had gone back to bed after waking up early this morning. When I woke up, I found that Rusty had taken my keys, taken my grandmother's car, taken my kid, and was gone.

He returned a few hours later, with a card and a Phalaenopsis orchid for me. The card said it was 50 percent because of my upcoming birthday, 50 percent because I was sad about Mason, and 100 percent because he loves me. He doesn't have a firm grasp of mathematics, but it was sweet. {sigh}

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Sent Rusty out to Mickey D's for burgers and fries; I can't help it, I NEED FOOD.

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Had a headache and slept all evening, and now I'm wide awake. Nice.

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Clearly, I am insane. For months, I have been bitching that Rusty doesn't want to have sex with me. Today, he did. He got into the Kama Sutra box and dragged out the vibrating things and the oils and such. He sucked my toes for god's sake. He concentrated on pleasing me. And for an hour, I laid there worrying that he might smoosh my ear cartilage or get sticky stuff in my hair. Never happy, that's me.

I think I've figured it out. I don't really want sex, I just want to be in control.

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I dried pineapple, apples, and bananas for the rats yesterday, am drying mixed veggies for them today. I need to clean out their cages, and the betta tank, though I am feeling decidedly lazy. I did move the blue baby boys into Mason's old barn top, and put Bella into the other barn top to have her babies. I hope she has them soon!

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I have like, a gazillion things to do today - fun stuff, like cleaning the rat cages and vacuuming and doing the dishes and laundry. And Rusty asked me this morning if I would prune the roses today. Stupid roses, I hate them. Bah.

On a brighter note, I think George is perhaps the most beautiful betta, ever.

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Woo hoo! I washed a load of my clothes and am doing a load of rat laundry now, plus I did one batch of dishes and have started on another. I'm on a roll!

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Note to self: I need to mail a Martins Cage handle to Jane, and I need to mail a book and a set of ferret funnel connectors to Joell. If I don't mention having done this by Friday, would someone please kindly flog me? Or at least remind me sternly?

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I've not gone food-shopping lately, so lunch today consists of a weiner with mustard, and three slices of rye bread with margarine and salt, and a little Nestle peanut butter egg. Sadly, I wasn't always this health conscious.

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Another load of clothes and another batch of dishes done. I also cleaned the rat cages and vacuumed as well as I could. I still haven't gotten bags for my regular vacuum cleaner so I had to use my crappy old Hoover upright. I would like to say that it sucks, but unfortunately, it doesn't. If I did this shit every day, my home wouldn't look like such a colossal wreck, but unfortunately, I hate to clean. Bah.

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Egad, I just did the fishie heimlich! I was giving the goldfish a pea half, which I was smushing up underwater. Hoggy Herring grabbed the whole thing, and then couldn't get it down or back up either. I watched him for a while, hoping it would resolve itself, but I could see the pea in his throat and it didn't seem to be going anywhere. He started obviously choking and gagging, so finally I caught him and gave him a little squeeze and the pea popped out. Good grief.

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If anyone ever is in need of cotton balls, Swisspers %100 Cotton Triple Size cotton balls are the softest cotton balls ever. I would like to have a bathtub full of these, so I could just roll in them. I'm honestly not even into cotton balls, but I LOVE these cotton balls. I need another piercing, so I can get more of these cotton balls.

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Jesus freakin' christ. I just found out that another breeder who I trust and respect thinks she has a virus. What is this fucking world coming to? ARGH!

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Laurie, I know you have many more pressing issues to contend with, but when you get a chance, could you IM me? I just need to ask you a question about your rats.

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I'm downloading Adobe Active Share. I hope it works better than the crappy default software that came with my camera. I also hope it finishes downloading SOON, because I have new fishie pictures to mess with. Goldfish and catfish and bettas, oh my!

In less pleasant news, I think I'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight. Rusty has been getting certified letters from his ex-wife at his parents' house, and I don't know what's going on, and I HATE not knowing what's going on, so I'm sulking.

I wonder what Letterman is up to tonight...?

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Flipping back and forth between Leno and Letterman. I miss Letterman's NBC show; he just isn't as funny on CBS, and I never was a big fan of Jay "The Chin" Leno. Well, hell.

Also, my moronic neighbours are playing some sort of icky music way too loudly.

AND, this friggen' download is still only at 73%! Grrr...

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Actually, the high point of my whole miserable life right now, is that I said screw the Diet Pepsi, and bought regular good old-fashioned high calorie Coca-Cola. Yippee.

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You said your birthday is 4 / 9 / 1969

which means you are 33 years old and about:

52 years 5 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 85
48 years 11 months younger than Pope John Paul II, age 81
44 years 10 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 77
37 years 6 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 70
35 years 5 months younger than Larry King, age 68
29 years 2 months younger than Ted Koppel, age 62
25 years 9 months younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 58
22 years 9 months younger than President G.W. Bush, age 55
17 years 9 months younger than Jesse Ventura, age 50
13 years 5 months younger than Bill Gates, age 46
8 years 9 months younger than John Elway, age 41
3 years 2 months younger than Cindy Crawford, age 36
2 years 4 months older than Jeff Gordon, age 30
6 years 9 months older than Tiger Woods, age 26
12 years 8 months older than Jenna and Barbara Bush, age 20

and that you were:

28 years old when Princess Diana died
26 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
25 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
23 years old at the time of the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Center
21 years old when Operation Desert Storm began
20 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
16 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
14 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh
14 years old during Sally Ride's travel in space
11 years old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr.
10 years old at the time the Iran hostage crisis began
7 years old on the U.S.'s bicentennial Fourth of July
5 years old when President Nixon left office
3 years old when Alabama Gov. George C. Wallace was shot
not yet 1 year old at the time the first man stepped on the moon

The Age Gauge

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So. There was nothing on TV last night, and nothing happening online, so I decided to read a book. Reading used to be my favourite thing to do, before I got a computer. So I dragged out Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut, and found out that I no longer have the ability to read. I could see the words on the page, but they all floated in and out of my head and I couldn't absorb any of them. I got as far as page 30 before I gave up and realised that I had no idea what had happened on pages 1-29.

The internet has rendered me illiterate.

And so it goes.

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Rusty, who has read several of Vonnegut's books, says I'm not supposed to know what's going on. He says to accept them for what they are; stories by a crazy guy, and don't try to understand them. Naturally, I take this as a challenge.

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I just dragged out my birth certificate, and it claims that I was born at 12:11pm, which means technically, I still have a couple more hours before my hopes and dreams of eternal youth are shattered yet again. I feel SO much better now. {sigh}

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And now I am 33 years old. And I went out and bought my own birthday vodka. :-Þ

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My older cat Max is a very vocal animal. He "talks" to me all the time. He says very loudly "MRAW!" whenever I talk to him. My younger cat Mojo never made a sound for the longest time. Now he makes a very tiny peep, but very rarely. It is very strange to be used to mouthy Max, and then adjust to little Mojo, who only peeps at me.

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My mom gave me this and some cash. Another piercing, per chance? Heh.

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oh my god i am so hungover and i would rather just like to die now.

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Things seen on the piercing community that make me nervous:

"I began to stretch my ears with the use of this wooden plug. yesterday morning i pulled it out and there was a little blood around the plug."

"I changed my upper labret from a bar to a ring... the bar was way to short and was being sucked in by my lip."

"I saw a post a few days ago from a girl wanting to clean off her tongue bar, from white plaque buildup. WELL. I have that nasty crap on the CBR in my tongue web."

"Tell me about fleshtunnels."

"I've had my nipple ring for a little over a year. It got ripped in a mosh pit."

"My boyfriend is having problems with blow outs on his ears."

"When i woke up my ears were very sore and streaming lymph all over the place."

Ewww.

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Shit. Somebody, please remind me that I need to call and find out prices for tickets for the symphony. Rusty wants to go again. Stupid high heels.

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So my neighbour, the felon, comes by this morning. Let's keep in mind, I am so anti-social and people-phobic, I would freak out if it were Mother Theresa, but this guy is scary. So he shows up. and he asks, "you get any mail for me?" ... I hadn't, and told him so. So then he starts TALKING to me. Why do people DO that? I don't want to make conversation with this person. And then he wants to look at his electric meter, which is in my yard. I'm all like "Be careful, the brown dog isn't tied. The black one is the mean one, but the brown one isn't tied so who knows what she might do." At which point, BOTH dogs lay on the ground and flop their tails at him. STUPID damn dogs. What good is it to have dogs, if they don't look like at least like they *might* attack?

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I really feel like crap.

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I am feeling somewhat better, so now I will bitch and moan and whine and complain.

I had three things to do this weekend. My mother was going to take us out for my birthday dinner tonight, Saturday I was going to meet Rachael and pick up a rat, and Sunday I was going to go to Manassas and get my navel pierced. Then last night, I was informed that Rusty's parents are coming down for the weekend. So instead of dinner and rats and piercings, I will sit in a hotel room with old people for three days and listen to them discuss hernia repair. Freaking yay.

AND, I found out this afternoon that I have NO clean pants, and no time to wash any, so I am wearing a pair of maternity jeans which are highly uncomfortable.

Argh.

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I actually got around to doing our taxes, yay me. Then we went to dinner with his parents, which wasn't as mind-blowingly horrible as I feared, but still boring. They're really not bad people, I just have nothing in common with them.

I really need to go to the petstore tomorrow. I need Nutro for the rats and a small vacuum for the betta tank and more betta food and a silk plant for George.

What an exciting life I lead.

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So Rusty leaves his good shoes on the floor, next to the dirty cat litter box. Max pisses in his shoes. Now Rusty is not only mad at Max, but at me too. Now, we know that the box needs to be cleaned and we know that Max has a tendancy to piss in shoes if you leave them on the floor. Knowing this, would it not make more sense to hang the damned shoes up on the shoe rack? And, if you're too lazy to do that, then don't bitch about it when the cat does what you have every reason to know he'll do!

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Sarah needed a nap, so we parted with the in-laws for a few hours. Yay Sarah!

I went to the petstore and bought another package of Hikari Betta Bio-Gold for George, as well as a small vacuum and a silk plant for the betta tank, and a can of bloodworms. George likes bloodworms! Bought rat food too, since I was completely out, and no one wants to see what 30 hungry rats can do. Least of all, me.

Came home, checked on Bella and the babies. Looks like one is mostly white (maybe masked), four are blue berks or variberks, and one is... I don't know. It looks like s/he couldn't decide whether to be a hooded or a variberk, kinda like Zippy Zoot.

Sarah will be awake soon, and then we'll go back to the hotel, and I assume out to dinner. I wonder if it would be considered rude if I took my Gameboy along...?

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We went to the hotel. They watched golf, I played Tetris on my Gameboy. Had dinner at Cracker Barrel. His mom bought me a pretty throw - it's purple with purple flowers - went back to the hotel and watched the news for a while, and then came home. Whee.

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We watched 'EdTV'... I liked it! And then I cleaned my ear piercings which I haven't done for almost a week, bad me. By this point, it was 1am, so I decided to eat a cheese sub with mayo that had been sitting in my fridge, again, for almost a week. So NOT a good plan. So, now that I have completely disgusted myself, I'm off to bed.

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It was a bad day, for the most part.

We had breakfast with the in-laws, and that was fine. Then we went back to the hotel for a little while, and then Rusty wanted to take his mom to some greenhouses while his dad watched some stupid golf game. Fine. I wanted to move the car seat back to the other side (to give me more leg room), and when I did, I put the car keys down and managed to lose them IN the car. We finally found the keys, and went to the first greenhouse, in Sheperdstown.

It was nice enough, and we bought a pansy and some herbs. After we had left and gone done the road a bit, I noticed... my ruby and diamond ring that Rusty had just bought me for Christmas was GONE. I had no idea if I had lost it at the hotel when I was moving the car seat and looking for the keys, or at the greenhouse. I checked my purse and the car, but couldn't find it anywhere.

We were going to go back to the greenhouse to look, but just as we were almost there, Rusty's mother had a diabetic "spell" ... she does this occasionally, zones out, gets belligerent and incoherant. So we finally got her back into town and got her to eat an orange, and then took her back to the hotel.

We asked at the hotel if anyone had found a ring in the parking lot, then drove back to Shepherdstown and checked the greenhouse - no luck. We even stopped by the apartment on the off-chance that it came off in bed without me noticing, but it wasn't here. My pretty ring is gone, and I am extremely bummed out. =(

And then we went back to the hotel and we all went out to El Ranchero, which is a very good place. When we got done though, his mother started telling Rusty this crap about how it would probably be the last time she'd be able to visit, the whole guilt trip, ugh. And now I'm home, but still depressed.

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Several months ago, I managed to lock myself outside with my daughter running loose inside. I had no other option than to pull the air conditioner out and climb in through the window. Since it was already pulled halfway out, we put it into storage. I really, really wish it was in the window instead. I tried to go to bed, but couldn't sleep, because I was so freaking hot. Now I'm up and watching Nick-at-Nite. Yay.

A sticker on another sandwich I found in the fridge: "Best eaten by: 13 April, 6 AM" ... now I not only have to worry about the date, but the TIME as well?!? Screw it, I'm eating it. Piss on the fates! I'm probably going to die from the heat anyway.

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Ewwww, there is HAM on this sandwich! A little mold or salmonella is one thing, but no way am I eating ham. Oh well, the non-ham parts aren't bad. Ooh, Funyuns!

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I have now dampened my tee-shirt with cold water, and now I am doing to take my Diet Pepsi and my nice ice pack and go back to bed. I hate summer.

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I AM SO HAPPY!!!

And I owe it all to Funyons. I ate them earlier, and the salt aggravated my already chapped lips. I thought, I should put some Badger Balm on them. And then I thought, I just had the Badger Balm out last night, what was I doing with it? And then I remembered, I had dropped a cigarette ember between my fingers, and it had burned, so I put some Badger Balm on it. And then I wondered, was my ring on then? Because I wear the ruby and diamond ring on my index finger, and it would have been in the way - surely I would have noticed if it had been missing then - unless...

Unless I had taken the ring off to apply the damned balm! And sure enough, there was my ring, on the floor, under my desk. I must have set it on my desk and knocked it off without noticing. DUH. Obviously I will tell Rusty that I found the ring, however I'm not sure if I should break the news to him about what a dumbass I was.

And if anyone wondered, I DID go to bed, and was just getting ready to dose off, when Sarah woke up yelling. The girl does NOT like to have her schedule interupted. I finally got her back to sleep, but then Rusty was snoring and hogging the bed, so I came back out here, pissed off that I couldn't get any damn sleep in this house... which turned out to be a good thing, since if I had been asleep, I wouldn't have been thinking about chapped lips and where I put the Badger Balm. And I found my ring, hooray!!!

Life is good.

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Didn't actually get to sleep until 3:30am or so. And now I'm up. I'm too old for this shit.

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I accomplished much today. I went to the hotel and gave the inlaws some of Sarah's portraits and saw them off, went to the bank and deposited some money, stopped at the post office for some Priority Mail boxes and stamps, went to the assessor's office and got my tax reciept, went to the DMV and got my registration renewed, paid the cable bill, stopped at Big Lots and got a bunch of stuff that we needed, bought some coffee and Diet Pepsi and cat food and came home.

I am now going to sit on my fat ass and eat extra cheesy french bread pizza, drink full-calorie soda, and watch soap operas. Yay me!

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AND I finally pruned the stupid damned roses. I put in a load of Rusty's tee-shirts to soak, and now I am going to drink more soda and try not to die of a heatstroke.

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"The dog who is so angry he cannot move.
He cannot eat. He cannot sleep.
He can just barely growl.
...Bound so tightly with tension and anger,
he approaches the state of rigor mortis."

I did not realise that The Angriest Dog in the World was done by director David Lynch.
For thanny - more information can be found here.

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Tonight - 10pm EST on Sci-Fi - Star Trek: Amok Time.
Spock gets all crazed and horny and has to go home.

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Oh no! If Spock doesn't get laid soon... "He'll DIE, Jim!"

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I just ordered the Perfect Pancake maker! It makes grilled cheese sandwiches, too!

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Jamie came over this morning and bought up my air conditioner and cleaned it and put it in the window. Yay Jamie! He is a very good ex-husband to have.

Then I went to Kmart and bought a Shop Vac. I'm tired of buying bags for that stupid old Hoover cannister vacuum we have, and our Hoover upright doesn't do anything for picking up aspen shavings. I'm kinda sick of Hoovers in general, and I really hope this thing does a better job! And it's black, so it looks nicer than the other two.

I also bought a coffee maker - also black. It's a diet product, see. I figure if I have a coffee maker here, I'll have no excuse to go out and buy rich and creamy and fattening cappachinos so much. At least, I'm hoping that's how it will work.

And that was my morning.

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A comment that closertofine just made to my Perfect Pancake post made me think.

If I had the money, I would love to make a website about the quality of all the various television products. I personally always see these ads and wonder if any of it works. Some of it does - I have the Egg Waves and the Perfect Omelette, and they work great. Other stuff, like the Safety Can, falls short. I have only bought inexpensive stuff, for that very reason. But I would love to try the Turbo Tiger or the Stick Shark, for example, if I knew that they worked. It would cost a lot of money do buy all the stuff though, and some of it, like the exercise equiptment, would take a lot of time. I guess you would actually need more than one tester for the exercise stuff, since if you tried more than one thing at once, you wouldn't know what was working.

There may already be a website out there like it, but if not, it seems like a good idea to me. Maybe I'll make a smaller version on my personal website. Hmmm...

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I wish that more people would learn about homonyms.

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Phooey. My camera card is full, so I guess I need to download the photos. Problem is, there are so many of them now, that it will take forever to download. Bah.

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I found this interesting. According to the Live Journal directory feature for paid members, tiny little Rhode Island has 1,960 Live Journal users, while the expansive Wyoming has only 224. Alaska has 795, and West Virginia managed 1,727. And California has more users than anyone, with a whopping 40,678 accounts.

Internationally, the United States has the most users - 340,236 accounts, while the United Kingdom comes in second with 14,469. Montserrat has only one user.

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Another productive morning! I actually paid the bills, mailed the packages to Jane and Joell, mailed a bunch of birthday cards, and returned a message from Rusty's insurance company. Wow. I'm acting like a grown-up, or something.

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It must be an anniversary for General Hospital, because they're showing a lot of montages today. Sadly, I remember almost all of this stuff. They showed clips from when Maxie got a heart transplant because BJ died; that still makes me cry. Oh, stop laughing at me... a lot of people cry over soap operas, I'm not the only sap!

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I have a problem. There's a really bad leak in my tub faucet, and to fix it, they would have to access it from my bedroom. I use the term "bedroom" loosely, because it's more of a disaster area. Everything that doesn't have a place, ends up in the bedrom. This is coupled with the fact that we have WAY too many clothes, the majority of which no longer fit, and we've been reluctant to go through it and admit how fat we've gotten. To make matters worse, most of the clothes are dirty because there is no point in washing them since I have NOWHERE to put them once they're clean.

The problem is, if I tell my landlord about the leak, he will have to go into the bedroom to fix it, and if he sees that mess, he'll have a cow. On the other hand, if it isn't fixed soon, the water bill is going to skyrocket, and he's going to have a cow. We would just fix it ourselves, but we can't find the damned water shut-off valve for the apartment, and there is no individual valve for this apartment. So I need to get that room presentable NOW, or come with the money to pay a plumber myself... though I still won't be able to tell him where the shut-off valve is.

For once in my miserable life, I have the car legal and the bills caught up, and now I have THIS to sit around and worry about. Dammit.