Where did you get those eyes?

What a wonderful day! Not that I did anything really important, but I so enjoyed doing nothing important. I did do lots of shopping this morning. On Friday I went out and added to the family, so I had to go get the supplies to keep the house clean and them happy. I hate going to shelters, but my own cat, Devil, has been so unhappy lately, that I had to do something. Of course, I went in with the intention of only getting one kitten, a female, but the girls had more than that on their mind. I saw this tabby cat, just the cutest thing and held her while she kept trying to burrow into my coat. This calico in the next cage however, just wouldn't let me out of her sight. So I ended up holding her too and now I've adopted both. They will get fixed and their shots next week and I should be able to get them back on Thursday. I'm not real sure how Dev is going to take it, but hopefully they will all get along.

I finished another afghan. I'm now into the 20s for afghans. I can't remember all the different ones I've made now. I'm going to ship this one off to a friend's mom. She recently sent me a housewarming gift so I have to reciprocate with a little something. This is the only thing I do that completely relaxes me. I've just finished that one and have already started another. The one I just finished is what you would call an extras blanket. All the colors are just extras you have of colors, not really enough to do a whole lot of anything. Except I went out and bought more. I swear it is like collecting for me. I need professional help.

Yes, it has been a really nice day. The weather has even cooperated. Pretty soon the weather will turn, but until then, I swear fall is my favorite season.

Scooby Doo Universe

I love this time of year simply because of all the Scooby Doo reruns that will be populating the Cartoon Network. I am a product of my childhood. I'm pretty proud of that. Scooby Doo rocks, I've a large soft spot for early alternative and I really miss all the camping trips my family took to Rend Lake when I was younger. I miss the old Justice League, no matter how cheesy they were, although the latest versions are cooler, more edgy.

This may be the reason I'm still single, however.

I should be getting ready for my trip to Cinci for the next couple of days, but I am so not motivated. Today was my vacation day and yet I spent much of it working on little things. It is enough to irritate, but what are you going to do. Maybe if I'm a very good girl I'll be able to get a few more days later in the year, but the way everything is working out, I probably won't have another vacation until my b-day in January. This is just sucking.

Of course, it is a business trip tomorrow, which isn't going to make it fun, but I'm driving up with a friend of work. Carpooling isn't bad, but being on the road for a couple of hours with someone you know only kind of well just doesn't make for wild and crazy times. I'm sure it will be fine. I just am ready for it to be done.


And just for those of you who believe there is no culture down here in Southern Indiana/Louisville area, this is proof that there is at least one nice place to eat, or so they say. I'm guessing this is the only way women could get their men to take them out to a "Nice Restaurant," by actually naming a restaurant that way. Imagination these people don't have. On top of that, it is in a strip mall.

Class people, pure class.

Slacking

I know I've been a little remiss about posting lately. I've been working so much, and then on top of that, I've been too tired to do much else but hold the cat and sleep.
Can't say that I've been doing all that much either. Wierd and funky dreams though. I've been having this dream that I'm wandering around lost in what has to be the largest mall ever. I'm not trapped, per se, just don't know where I'm going. And, to tell the truth, I don't know if I even know what I'm looking for. I've had this dream several times in the last few weeks. I'm sure it has some sort of twisted meaning, but I'm afraid to delve deeper. I just keep waking up disconcerted.
Of course Halloween has come up. I love the holiday, hate the temptation for candy. Not that I'm interested in a lot of varieties, but everytime the season swings around, I'm all about the Smarties. I'm very aware it is pure sugar, but there is something to be said about untwirling the ends and throwing a couple in your mouth.
I've made the decision to get another cat. My poor boy is desperate for companionship he is meowing at the cats that live downstairs through the rails on the balcony. I worry a little that he will try and figure out a way to jump and just try it to see if he makes it. So, I'm going to go to the local shelter and get a female a few years younger. There is this whole process however, that you have to go through to introduce the cats to each other. I'm trying to take a vacation in a couple weeks, so I will attempt this then. Wish me luck.
Of course, I'm also almost finished with the junk afghan I've been making. Now I'm going to have to come up with a different design and start all over again. The one I'm almost done with, though, is huge. It is wider than 6 ft and almost as tall as I am (5'10"). It isn't too bad at all. Maybe I can make it taller than me. I'll just keep plugging away.

Ahh revelation

So I finally figured out why I haven't heard from Bruno lately. Apparently he is seeing someone. Obviously that is not a bad thing, but wow, he didn't have the common courtesy to tell me that? That has to be the absolute worst thing about having friends, or making friends. If someone rejects you as a lover, then it is because there is something about the two of you that isn't jelling. I'm not saying it doesn't hurt like hell when it happens, I'm just saying for me it hurts less. When a friend drops you, they are rejecting something about your personality, the person you are. It isn't the way you kiss that turns them off, it isn't that you snore or fart in bed, it isn't that your family is insane, it is something about you, your soul, that they don't want to be connected to any longer.

Oh well. Just another life lesson, I guess. Amazing how things like that don't even hurt anymore. I guess my family and friends are right. I have absolutely no taste when it comes to bringing people into my life. I need a spotter.

Laziness rules!

It has just been one of those days where you can't really work up the energy to get your ass up in the morning, then when you finally roll out of bed, the whole day is just too much to bear. I mean, if you can't find the energy to get out of bed, how the hell are you going to find the energy to work or drive or eat or do anything but sleep? I finally put those boss superpowers to work and left early. I'd feel bad, but I grabbed a sandwich, and slept disjointedly for a couple of hours. I still feel tired.

People are bizarre. Of course, this is the dowfall for working in retail, but I swear everyday I walk out of the building saying that I don't understand people. What is this need to tell me what the hell is wrong with your life? Did I ask? If you know it isn't my fault, then why the fuck are you yelling at me? Honestly, big corporations aren't out to get you, sometimes things fall through the cracks. There are evidences of this everywhere, including your wardrobe. Who dressed you this morning? And, while I'm at it, why the hell isn't there a fashion police force? I don't know who told women they could carry off animal prints, but they were wrong. And, since when did men wear lavender/pink/salmon on a regular basis. And who is making ties to match? If you can't find the time to shower and throw on some clean clothes before you walk out the door, don't bother coming here. No, I'm not your honey, but I can see where you would make that mistake (that applies to both men and women). Perhaps you'd like to get your teeth from the car and try that conversation again.

Okay. I'm better now. Well, not really, but I'll fake it. I can carry it off pretty well, too. I work in retail.

I'm afraid of my future....

I've just had the week from hell. I'm really hoping it doesn't spill into this week. I wonder if there are some chicken bones I need to wave to make sure the bad luck doesn't follow me. I've been working my ass off recently, which just isn't my style, but what are you going to do when the devil is chasing you? I only got one day off this week, which completely sucks, and the fact that I have to do that next week as well just pisses me off. On top of that, there were more than a few days in there that I was working twelve hours straight. Being salary just doesn't pay. It would have been nice to get out for lunch, but apparently the universe or the company has me on a new diet.

It isn't just the job that is out to get me, I swear the people I work with most, customers, are out to get me as well. I had one tell me I was too mannish. which, after quelling the desire to do a quick extremity check, just threw me for a loop. Apparently she is the authority on what it takes to be feminine. As I didn't see that written anywhere on her, I wasn't aware of that until she lit into me. I was informed she was never coming back, but they keep coming in. Another one asked me what my IQ was. After informing him (around 140 according to the last test I took, although I've been drinking since then), he told me I was actually smarter than that, but I was dumb to be doing the job I was doing. "Why aren't you doing more with your life?" Geez, even my mother stopped doing that years ago.

The best is that my neighbors are trying to drive me insane as well. I got to sleep in yesterday morning (usually I have to be at work at 6 a.m.), but at 8 in the morning my doorbell goes off and wakes my ass out of bed. I stumble to the door in my robe, hair going everywhere and find Moe smoking a cigarette and drinking a Pepsi, all smiles, "Hey! What are you doing?" You know how men see women when they are PMSing? Hair on fire, eyes glowing red, complete with tail and pitchfork? I swear I morphed into that. I was so mad. I jumped his shit for ringing my doorbell at 8 a.m. and told him "Don't call me, I'll call you," although not quite succinctly. Who the hell comes calling on someone at 8 a.m. unless you are expected? I bet he wanted me to cook his ass breakfast. I'm seriously considering moving my ass to the deep country, and importing men when I have an itch to scratch. Although, my itches need to be scratched on a fairly regular basis, so I may have to imprison the best looking ones because I really don't believe in the catch and release system.

Then, to top it off, I've run out of Bailey's and Peppermint Schnapps. Dude, the whole world is against us.

On the flip side, I got the coolest thing in my email this week. The name part of it is cool too. My assistant sent it to me. He has just been popping up with cool little affirmations and words of wisdom lately. It seems he always knows just what I need to hear, whether or not I want to hear it. Kind of odd, but perhaps he knows more than I do right now, or he's just in my corner. Either way, I'll be glad when he comes back to work tomorrow. He's been on vacation and the week has been hell without him.

Things are looking up though. If the game was just played down here, life would be pretty damn close to perfect.

Rebellion

I have finally taken control of my hair. I whacked it all off. Easily 4 or 5 inches off. I'm so excited. I was running errands today and just ducked into a salon. This is the shortest I've had it in some years, and I feel so free.

Of course, running errands wasn't what I should be doing, but hey, what are you going to do? I need to get my ass in gear and finishing doing my business review for work, but I really have no motivation. Although, there is that motivation of keeping my job. Yea, I probably should get on that soon.

Is anyone else tired of the eharmony commercials? Holy mackerel! I am so tired of seeing that old guy telling me how to find my perfect partner. He always looks so happy, like he just got a hummer by a twenty year old right before he taped the commercial. While, no, I don't believe my soul mate is going to pop up at my door tomorrow, I also don't believe he is waiting at eharmony for me to pop up. Plus, do you know how flipping expensive it is? I speak from experience, as I tried it out for 3 months for $200. What an incredible waste of time and anticipation. But I'm not bitter. Honest.

Spoiled Rotten

Life really isn't that bad, ya know. Granted I have no friends in town, I'm working entirely too much, and my cat is the only thing I can stand to have around me all the time, but really things aren't going that bad. If you give me a couple of minutes, I'm sure I can find that silver lining. Hang on, I'm still looking. Oh, I know. I've figured out how close I actually live to the Ohio. It is just about ten minutes on back roads to the river. I have never lived this close to a major river before, and I have to admit it is really cool. I got up late this morning so I didn't get any shots of the sun coming up, but it was still cool as hell to drive down there this morning. It isn't nearly as wide as the Mississippi, but it is still relatively cool.

I came to a relatively ugly conclusion the other day, well I guess that is all relative. I haven't heard from Bruno in quite sometime, correct? Well, what if he views me the same way I view Merle? I don't have the cojones to tell Merle, "Look, I'm sure you are a good guy, but I find you creepy and shallow and I don't really want to be your friend," so what if that is how Bruno sees me? I understand now. So, I've deleted his number, his email and all that other crap because I don't want to be tempted to keep walking into that brick wall. The kicker of it is it used to be so devastating when a friend dropped me, but apparently I'm growing again, because now I see it as an evolution of me. I still don't know what his purpose in my life was, but I guess he fulfilled it. A hit and run friendship. I've decided to pull back a lot recently as well. I'm not calling friends or family nearly as much as I used to. It isn't their jobs to keep me sane and happy, it is mine. Fall is here and winter is coming and I can just sit at home, reading books and crocheting my little heart out while I gear up for spring to shed. I know it makes no sense to anyone else, but all of this makes complete sense to me. Whatever is coming, I feel I'm ready for it.

On a lighter note, I've been completely spoiled by a friend who sent me a care package. Saltwater taffy from Silver Dollar City, and plates and mugs with cats on them. I'll probably call her tonight to thank her and catch up with her life.

The air is getting cooler.