Look at me snugglin' on that guinea pig, that pig is a cuddly motherfucker.
Oh shit look at them chickens all up on that hot ass grill. Tasty chickens! Look at those toes! Sexy toes!
-PEACE
Thursday, April 26, 2012
My spring, in photos.
Look at me snugglin' on that guinea pig, that pig is a cuddly motherfucker.
Oh shit look at them chickens all up on that hot ass grill. Tasty chickens! Look at those toes! Sexy toes!
-PEACE
Monday, April 2, 2012
Gardening Shenanigans
So...I have a green thumb, but I'm terribly lazy about it. For instance, I've had a raised bed and grand plans for several weeks now, but we only got it set up today. I still haven't planted anything in it, we are going tomorrow to get several bags of shit to mix in with the sandy topsoil we bought. I hope I'm not starting this thing too late, I really want tasty veggies this summer. I may be lazy about planting things, but I'm lazier about going to the store. I like the idea of walking 8 feet and getting some tomatoes.
I also planted a rose bush and it seems to be doing pretty well. I have some pretty double tulips that are nearing the end of their blooming. I need to get my lilies and elephant ears in the ground. So much to do, and I am so, so lazy.
Anyway, I'll keep you, the blogging world updated with the progress (or lack thereof) regarding my lil 18 sq ft garden. Hopefully good things will happen with it. In the meantime, I'm making wishlists on all the expensive gardening supply sites in case anybody wants to buy me a 70 dollar purple wheelbarrow.
I also planted a rose bush and it seems to be doing pretty well. I have some pretty double tulips that are nearing the end of their blooming. I need to get my lilies and elephant ears in the ground. So much to do, and I am so, so lazy.
Anyway, I'll keep you, the blogging world updated with the progress (or lack thereof) regarding my lil 18 sq ft garden. Hopefully good things will happen with it. In the meantime, I'm making wishlists on all the expensive gardening supply sites in case anybody wants to buy me a 70 dollar purple wheelbarrow.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
First post of the year!
Alrighty! Hey, how's it going? This is the obligatory New Year post. It will include a rundown of the goings-on of 2011 and a view of things that will hopefully be happening in the next year.
So, I am pretty sure I did a rundown of the first half of the year. The latter half has been pretty much uneventful. Just Beren and I settling into our new home and fixing things that the household-repair-challenged previous owners did. Let me just give you a brief list of how they screwed things up.
1. The laundry room used to be in the garage, as far as I know. But somewhere between 1968 and 2009, someone who lived here decided, no, we must build a new laundry room and put it on the back of the house. That's cool, I can understand that, seeing as how there is no door from the inside of the house to the garage, so it would be kind of a bitch to carry loads of laundry all the way around the house. So, an addition was built behind the house, right off the kitchen. Now, there are several things wrong with this. The first one we noticed when we were purchasing the house is that they had completely gutted the laundry room at some point because of a tiny leak in the roof that they let go. The leak never got fixed, by the way. It has fallen to us to fix it. That's okay, I can do that. The floor is rotting out because of many years of....neglect? I can only assume that's what caused them to just disregard a leak. These people were geniuses by the way. In order to save money (I'm assuming), they used a 30 inch closet door as the back door to the laundry room. And they put it on the wrong way, too. I'm getting mad just thinking about it. What it comes down to is that we are basically going to have to rip off our laundry room and build it again, correctly. In the meantime, it is a doghouse.
2. All of the doors in our house, at one point or another, have been kicked in. None of the knobs worked when we moved in. So that's disturbing.
3. My kitchen. this is the saddest part, for me. The tile is awful. Aside from being put in badly, it is ugly. It always looks dirty. The sink is stupid and the faucet isn't even secured. Ugh. I can't even type any more. It just makes me mad.
4. The sink in our guest bathroom does not work, neither does the shower in our master bathroom. Ugh.
5. And this is the crowning point: Three of the electrical outlets in my kitchen are not wired directly into the house. Oh no. They are basically a large outlet strip that has a cord plugged into another outlet in the laundry room. Oh yes. One room in my house is plugged into another room.
But hey, it's home!
In other news, our total critter count (including fish) is 29. That is: 3 dogs, 6 cats, 3 rats, 3 cockatiels, 2 parakeets, 1 conure, 2 guinea pigs and 9 fish. Somehow we make it all work....sometimes.
Okay, this might officially be the most boring post, ever. Ugh. Up next: Things that piss me off. An ongoing series of posts related to things that just really, really bother me. Is that too over done? Should I post about things that make me happy, like unicorns and rainbows? I don't even know that anyone reads this. Huh.
So, I am pretty sure I did a rundown of the first half of the year. The latter half has been pretty much uneventful. Just Beren and I settling into our new home and fixing things that the household-repair-challenged previous owners did. Let me just give you a brief list of how they screwed things up.
1. The laundry room used to be in the garage, as far as I know. But somewhere between 1968 and 2009, someone who lived here decided, no, we must build a new laundry room and put it on the back of the house. That's cool, I can understand that, seeing as how there is no door from the inside of the house to the garage, so it would be kind of a bitch to carry loads of laundry all the way around the house. So, an addition was built behind the house, right off the kitchen. Now, there are several things wrong with this. The first one we noticed when we were purchasing the house is that they had completely gutted the laundry room at some point because of a tiny leak in the roof that they let go. The leak never got fixed, by the way. It has fallen to us to fix it. That's okay, I can do that. The floor is rotting out because of many years of....neglect? I can only assume that's what caused them to just disregard a leak. These people were geniuses by the way. In order to save money (I'm assuming), they used a 30 inch closet door as the back door to the laundry room. And they put it on the wrong way, too. I'm getting mad just thinking about it. What it comes down to is that we are basically going to have to rip off our laundry room and build it again, correctly. In the meantime, it is a doghouse.
2. All of the doors in our house, at one point or another, have been kicked in. None of the knobs worked when we moved in. So that's disturbing.
3. My kitchen. this is the saddest part, for me. The tile is awful. Aside from being put in badly, it is ugly. It always looks dirty. The sink is stupid and the faucet isn't even secured. Ugh. I can't even type any more. It just makes me mad.
4. The sink in our guest bathroom does not work, neither does the shower in our master bathroom. Ugh.
5. And this is the crowning point: Three of the electrical outlets in my kitchen are not wired directly into the house. Oh no. They are basically a large outlet strip that has a cord plugged into another outlet in the laundry room. Oh yes. One room in my house is plugged into another room.
But hey, it's home!
In other news, our total critter count (including fish) is 29. That is: 3 dogs, 6 cats, 3 rats, 3 cockatiels, 2 parakeets, 1 conure, 2 guinea pigs and 9 fish. Somehow we make it all work....sometimes.
Okay, this might officially be the most boring post, ever. Ugh. Up next: Things that piss me off. An ongoing series of posts related to things that just really, really bother me. Is that too over done? Should I post about things that make me happy, like unicorns and rainbows? I don't even know that anyone reads this. Huh.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
FIERY DEATH
For those of you who don't know, we are having extreme weather in Oklahoma. Hot hot heat, drought conditions and general hellishness. And we are moving in it. Moving an hour and a half away. One truckload at a time. The reason it's going so slow is that I don't want to deal with a fucking U-haul, by God I paid for a whole month at this apartment so I will be here until the end and shit, I have my reasons. So whatever, you think I'm dumb, fuck you. Anyway, because of all this heat and evil, here are some things that I will absolutely smack someone for saying/doing:
- If it rains and you say, "I wish it would stop raining!" SMACK!
- If it is cloudy and cool and you say, "I wish the sun would come out!" SMACK!
- If you even so much as hint that you think Global Warming is false, SMACK!
Anyway. Moving in July sucks. If I ever rent again, which is probably never, because WE OWN OUR OWN HOUSE, then I'm going to arrange my lease to end in like, late October.
I'm so excited to be out of this city. I cannot stand apartment life and neighbors...and having other people's vermin come say hello. It's horrible. And some people do it their entire lives. I just don't understand it.
The worst part of this whole thing, besides the heat and the expense of gas and having to make a trip every day (because have an absolute fuckload of stuff), is trying to move our fish tanks and birds and animals. Anyway, I had better get back to packing shit and loading shit so we can drive down there, unload and then come back here to sleep and pack more tomorrow. FUCK.
I AM A HOMEOWNER, BITCHES!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Into the past #1
I'm starting up a series of posts relating to my childhood and teen years, mostly because I'm getting all old and decrepit and it's hard for me to remember stuff. Here, I am going to relate to posterity the amazing day I saw my first famous person.
We were visiting Harlingen, Texas, which is where my grandparents lived. Harlingen is approximately spitting distance from Mexico and not too far from South Padre Island, so it is pretty much the most perfect place ever. We spent nearly every Christmas there and the occasional summer as well. I spent my childhood in the colorful shops of Mexico and grew up eating real Mexican food. I'm so special.
Anyway, it was one lovely sunny morning ( I can't remember if it was a Christmas trip or summer trip, as it is always sunny down there) when my grandfather (affectionately known as Pepo) took us to get breakfast tacos at El Taco Jardin, in nearby San Benito. Now, I suppose I should take a moment to tell you all how much I adored country music at this time, and not even the newish Garth Brooks country, but old timey weepy "my lady left me and all I have is this bottle of whiskey" country. I loved me some Patsy Cline and George Jones. Anyway, we went to Taco Jardin (which is fucking excellent, let me tell you). I had my breakfast taco with eggs, chorizo and potatoes, and as I am eating and listening to the conversations around me, I spot a man with a gray afro in the corner and as he turned around, I realized who it was. My world slowed and I said to my mom, "MOM IT'S FREDDY FENDER!!!!" And it totally fucking was.
We just kind of watched him from our place a few tables over. It may have been kind of weird, but we were starstruck by him. My only regret is that we didn't talk to him and get an autograph, but how fucking tedious would that be? To be accosted by some random 10 year old over your breakfast taco? I just sat there and ate my huevos quietly. Then we left and I lost my chance. I'm still amazed though. Freddy Fender! In a taco joint in South Texas.
The next famous person I saw and eventually met was a complete fucking asshole and not even that famous. But that's a story for another day.
We were visiting Harlingen, Texas, which is where my grandparents lived. Harlingen is approximately spitting distance from Mexico and not too far from South Padre Island, so it is pretty much the most perfect place ever. We spent nearly every Christmas there and the occasional summer as well. I spent my childhood in the colorful shops of Mexico and grew up eating real Mexican food. I'm so special.
Anyway, it was one lovely sunny morning ( I can't remember if it was a Christmas trip or summer trip, as it is always sunny down there) when my grandfather (affectionately known as Pepo) took us to get breakfast tacos at El Taco Jardin, in nearby San Benito. Now, I suppose I should take a moment to tell you all how much I adored country music at this time, and not even the newish Garth Brooks country, but old timey weepy "my lady left me and all I have is this bottle of whiskey" country. I loved me some Patsy Cline and George Jones. Anyway, we went to Taco Jardin (which is fucking excellent, let me tell you). I had my breakfast taco with eggs, chorizo and potatoes, and as I am eating and listening to the conversations around me, I spot a man with a gray afro in the corner and as he turned around, I realized who it was. My world slowed and I said to my mom, "MOM IT'S FREDDY FENDER!!!!" And it totally fucking was.
We just kind of watched him from our place a few tables over. It may have been kind of weird, but we were starstruck by him. My only regret is that we didn't talk to him and get an autograph, but how fucking tedious would that be? To be accosted by some random 10 year old over your breakfast taco? I just sat there and ate my huevos quietly. Then we left and I lost my chance. I'm still amazed though. Freddy Fender! In a taco joint in South Texas.The next famous person I saw and eventually met was a complete fucking asshole and not even that famous. But that's a story for another day.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
The year of....crap, absolute crap.
Soooo......Where to begin? Okay, so I see my last post was in April of last year, so let me do a brief recap of the latter half of 2010:
May: My supervisor, Willi, decided to retire to Belize, so she bequeathed to me two wild-ass Cockatiels, Humphreys and Jackie.
June: I don't remember much of June, I think we may have gone to the Zoo, though.
July: Pumpkin's 30th birthday! Went to Natural History Museum.
August: We got our third cat, Panda, who is sweet, gentle and very, very slow.
September: My 26th Birthday, didn't do anything....
October-December: Nothing but work, seriously.
January of 2011 - Uneventful.
February- Apparently got a wild hair up my ass to buy a house, so we began searching for homes in the Southern Oklahoma area, to be closer to my mom and grandma. Found a few we liked and began doing the necessary things to acquire them.
March- 3rd anniversary with Pumpkin. :) We found our house and put in an offer, which was accepted. My grandmother was admitted to the hospital for dehydration and low potassium. Also, our dear rat Scrambles had a tumor removal.
April - April is too painful to talk about. My grandma began a long decline. We closed on our house at the end of April. Scrambles passed away in April, we think it was cancer. I quit my job in order to focus on helping my mom and grandma. Also, we got a puppy and his name is Toki. :)
May- Grandmother passed away on May 12th. I am still raw about it. She was very, very dear to my heart. I miss her so much.
June- Found out my uncle has Esophageal Cancer. He is beginning Chemotherapy this week. We are in the process of moving into our new home.
And that is my fucked up year so far. It's just a basic rundown of what has been happening. I know in text it doesn't seem quite so awful, but living it has been a nightmare. The stress and pain of everything has just been too much. It has wreaked havoc on my heart, my soul and my body. My apartment has also suffered. I am so grateful for my dear family and my loving boyfriend for being so amazing during this time. If it wasn't for them...I don't even know.
I am hoping that the latter half of the year is relatively uneventful. I desperately need something good, something happy to happen. I am hopeful that things will get better. I know this isn't my usual goofy tone, but I felt the need to record these events. Anyway, I should go chug some cough syrup, because on top of everything, I've been sick for a week. So, bye for now.
May: My supervisor, Willi, decided to retire to Belize, so she bequeathed to me two wild-ass Cockatiels, Humphreys and Jackie.
June: I don't remember much of June, I think we may have gone to the Zoo, though.
July: Pumpkin's 30th birthday! Went to Natural History Museum.
August: We got our third cat, Panda, who is sweet, gentle and very, very slow.
September: My 26th Birthday, didn't do anything....
October-December: Nothing but work, seriously.
January of 2011 - Uneventful.
February- Apparently got a wild hair up my ass to buy a house, so we began searching for homes in the Southern Oklahoma area, to be closer to my mom and grandma. Found a few we liked and began doing the necessary things to acquire them.
March- 3rd anniversary with Pumpkin. :) We found our house and put in an offer, which was accepted. My grandmother was admitted to the hospital for dehydration and low potassium. Also, our dear rat Scrambles had a tumor removal.
April - April is too painful to talk about. My grandma began a long decline. We closed on our house at the end of April. Scrambles passed away in April, we think it was cancer. I quit my job in order to focus on helping my mom and grandma. Also, we got a puppy and his name is Toki. :)
May- Grandmother passed away on May 12th. I am still raw about it. She was very, very dear to my heart. I miss her so much.
June- Found out my uncle has Esophageal Cancer. He is beginning Chemotherapy this week. We are in the process of moving into our new home.
And that is my fucked up year so far. It's just a basic rundown of what has been happening. I know in text it doesn't seem quite so awful, but living it has been a nightmare. The stress and pain of everything has just been too much. It has wreaked havoc on my heart, my soul and my body. My apartment has also suffered. I am so grateful for my dear family and my loving boyfriend for being so amazing during this time. If it wasn't for them...I don't even know.
I am hoping that the latter half of the year is relatively uneventful. I desperately need something good, something happy to happen. I am hopeful that things will get better. I know this isn't my usual goofy tone, but I felt the need to record these events. Anyway, I should go chug some cough syrup, because on top of everything, I've been sick for a week. So, bye for now.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Shit.
It's been too long since I've updated, but not much has changed. My cat is still in remission, I've lost a few fish, gained a few rats. My hamster pal Archie passed away from cancer. My job sucks and I need a new one. Been in this apartment almost a year! Whee.
That's all. I'll do a full thing some other day.
Ugh. My face is shiny.
That's all. I'll do a full thing some other day.
Ugh. My face is shiny.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
An open letter to the upstairs neighbor girl with the boston terrier.
There are four units on this side of the building. There is one entry for all of us to use. This entry has a door on it, presumably to keep out hot and cold air, rain, snow and bugs. It therefore defeats the purpose of a door being there when you prop it open. Why do you leave it open? Because you are lazy and instead of actually walking your dog on a leash, you just open your apartment door and let it run down the stairs and out the entryway, pooping all over the lawn that WE ALL HAVE TO SHARE and YOU not picking it up. Now, I just think you leave the door open to annoy the others here, because you prop it open when YOU AREN'T EVEN HOME.
Because you leave the stupid door open, whenever it rains my carpet gets wet. The water seeps under my door and soaks the carpet all around. Why can't you come down and close the door when it's raining? I just don't get it. And why the hell leave it open during cold ass weather? My orchids, which were on a table at least 2 feet from the door, got bud drop because of the 34 degree air that was coming in. Maybe I'm a bitch for complaining, but I'm the one who has to deal with your lazy ass stupidity. I got bugs all in my apartment last summer because you left the stupid door open and the light in the entry is constantly on. I can't monitor the door 24/7 just to make sure and close it every time you prop it open. Never mind that we were nice and actually gave your car battery a boost before. I think you just like to taunt me.
You are a complete bitch.
Because you leave the stupid door open, whenever it rains my carpet gets wet. The water seeps under my door and soaks the carpet all around. Why can't you come down and close the door when it's raining? I just don't get it. And why the hell leave it open during cold ass weather? My orchids, which were on a table at least 2 feet from the door, got bud drop because of the 34 degree air that was coming in. Maybe I'm a bitch for complaining, but I'm the one who has to deal with your lazy ass stupidity. I got bugs all in my apartment last summer because you left the stupid door open and the light in the entry is constantly on. I can't monitor the door 24/7 just to make sure and close it every time you prop it open. Never mind that we were nice and actually gave your car battery a boost before. I think you just like to taunt me.
You are a complete bitch.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Hey, I'm not a drain.
So, I finally got a job! After months of trying and getting no responses, Friday morning I applied at Toys R Us and they called me that afternoon for an interview Monday morning. Monday morning interview, hired on the spot. Orientation Friday, first day Saturday. Whuh. I'm excited, terrified and nervous. But I work in a freakin' toy store. How awesome is that? I'm so happy!!! No more worrying about rent, food or vet bills. *happy danse*
Oh yeah, vet bills. So I moved up here in June, well, about mid-July, we noticed a cat hanging around outside the apartment. The upstairs neighbors were leaving dog food and water out for him, but he was still a skinny, sad little thing. He was really friendly too, which led me to believe that he had been abandoned by someone in the complex. Anyway, I told my pumpkin "I want this cat." and we started bringing him in and giving him kitty cat food. Long story short, I got this stray cat here, and he's the sweetest, snuggliest, adorabliest cat I have ever had. He is totally okay with being picked up, slung over a shoulder and being cuddled to death. His name is Dusty Rhodes, because he's seen hard times.
Aaaannnyway. Initial vet bills were kinda crappy (really crappy, actually), since he was pretty anemic when we got him. He also had some infections and needed to be neutered. It adds up. After we got him all squared away shot-wise and neuter-wise, we had a blissful month of a happy healthy boy cat who wanted to play all the time and who the other cat was learning to tolerate. Then he started acting funny. Drinking lots of water, flooding the litterbox. We took him to the vet at the end of August and learned that he had diabeetus. So my kitty had to go on insulin. He was up to two units of insulin a day, until one day in late October. I had to take him in for a blood glucose check (which I could have done at home, but eh.) Another long story short, my cat had super low BG. He's been off insulin for about 2 weeks now, and his BG is still really low. I attribute that to the canned food that we feed him. Dry food is not at all good for kitty cats, and I wish more people would realize that. Anyway, my cat is in remission, I have a job, my boyfriend is adorable and life is good right now. Oh and I also have a shipment of Urban Decay makeup in the mail. :D
Oh yeah, vet bills. So I moved up here in June, well, about mid-July, we noticed a cat hanging around outside the apartment. The upstairs neighbors were leaving dog food and water out for him, but he was still a skinny, sad little thing. He was really friendly too, which led me to believe that he had been abandoned by someone in the complex. Anyway, I told my pumpkin "I want this cat." and we started bringing him in and giving him kitty cat food. Long story short, I got this stray cat here, and he's the sweetest, snuggliest, adorabliest cat I have ever had. He is totally okay with being picked up, slung over a shoulder and being cuddled to death. His name is Dusty Rhodes, because he's seen hard times.
Aaaannnyway. Initial vet bills were kinda crappy (really crappy, actually), since he was pretty anemic when we got him. He also had some infections and needed to be neutered. It adds up. After we got him all squared away shot-wise and neuter-wise, we had a blissful month of a happy healthy boy cat who wanted to play all the time and who the other cat was learning to tolerate. Then he started acting funny. Drinking lots of water, flooding the litterbox. We took him to the vet at the end of August and learned that he had diabeetus. So my kitty had to go on insulin. He was up to two units of insulin a day, until one day in late October. I had to take him in for a blood glucose check (which I could have done at home, but eh.) Another long story short, my cat had super low BG. He's been off insulin for about 2 weeks now, and his BG is still really low. I attribute that to the canned food that we feed him. Dry food is not at all good for kitty cats, and I wish more people would realize that. Anyway, my cat is in remission, I have a job, my boyfriend is adorable and life is good right now. Oh and I also have a shipment of Urban Decay makeup in the mail. :D
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Wowie.
Okay, so I moved. I moved an hour away from my hometown, into an 800 square foot apartment with views of trees and an electric substation, central heat and air and a gas stove. I now live in the lovely town of Norman Oklahoma, I have two promising job prospects and my boyfriend is super foxyfine and he does the dishes. I am pressuring my mom to move up here, and hopefully she will!!! I miss her. It's hard getting out on your own and doing your own things. I'm very proud of myself for doing all of this though. It sure is a big change from 2008 Sarah. I will post pictures and all that mess later, but right now I have to go get groceries. Hehehehe. Take it easy!
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