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.

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

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!

Amendment to earlier post.

Here are some pictures my wonderfully handsome, talented boyfriend took of Maurice after I got him. I transferred him from his deathcup to my critter keeper because I was spending a couple days with my boyfriend and I didn't want to leave him in that stupid cup for a day. Anyway, as you can clearly see, he is bummed and kind of listless and has a split in his tail. The split healed up in like, a day after I got him into his current tank.

See here where I'm trying to get him to flare? He was barely interested. Now he flares at everything and tries to kill his thermometer. I'm glad I saved him.

Graduation, Fishes and Stress.

Soooo as all (one) of you know, my mom and I graduated college like two weeks ago. It's kinda weird that I'm a college graduate. I don't know what to do now and it's kind of bumming me out, but I'm trying not to think about it too much.
I'll probably blog about that later on, but right now, fishy news. I got a new betta, Maurice (below).Maurice is a half-moon betta, and I rescued him from certain nasty cuppy death at Petco. He's currently living in a filtered, heated 2 gallon hex aquarium, and seems to be damned happy since I've only had him two days and he's already blown a bubble nest. I've had Boris about two months and he lives in a five gallon tank, but he has yet to make one.
Speaking of Boris, that fish is angry all the time and his fins have gotten all crazy long. I don't even have to put a mirror up to the tank for him to flare. I just look at him and he's all *flareflareflare*. He seems to be digging the tank though.

This is boris when I got him in mid-March. He was just a baby, probably only about 3 or 4 months old.
This is him in late April. Fins are longer and he's more pissed off at stuff.


And these are a couple pictures of the turd about an hour ago. The first where he's flaring up at me for no reason whatsoever, and the second where he looks kind of chilled, but he's probably got murder on the brain. In any case, every single damn photo on here is a miracle, because I swear I took probably hundreds of shots and these were the best. Whoever said "bettas aren't very active and don't move around much" was so full of shit. The turds are constantly moving, just like other fish. It's just because they're kept in cold, nasty water in pet stores that they lay there looking pitiful. I hate people. Ugh.

I love bettas.

End of the month doo-dad.

Well, I figured I'd post a thing this month for some reason. I need to post more, but I just don't have any news really, only that I graduate May 9th. School has been an all consuming thing for me lately. Anyway, on to other stuff.


On March 19th my boyfriend and I (above, we're cute) celebrated our one year anniversary. It was lovely, we spent three whole lazy days together and we gorged on Cici's pizza. Sometimes I can't believe that two people can love each other so much. It's weird, I guess. Sometimes I think about how crazily perfect we are for each other and it weirds me out. I don't expect any of you other people to understand. It's just special. So yeah, that's me being sappy.

My boyfriend's brother and his wife had twin boys last week. I don't have any pictures of them, but they are super cute, seriously. Most newborns are ugly, in my opinion. But Xavier and Zachery are so dang adorable. Holding them made me get all teary-eyed. Seeing my boyfriend hold them made me get even more teary-eyed. Hehe. Anyway, I'm excited to be their aunt (someday officially). They're the sweetest little babies I've ever seen! I hope I can be a part of their lives, because it seems to me babies do better when they have a lot of people to love them (and buy them awesome toys, which is totally what I plan to do).

My brother is officially getting out of the Marine Corps in June. He's gonna start college and do the lazy college kid thing for awhile. I should tell him it's not all shits and giggles like movies make it out to be, but I'm sure he'll learn that in time.

I bought a new betta a few weeks ago. I've been hesitant to post anything about him because I'm afraid it will jinx him like the other two bettas (rip Raphael and Alphonse). The new betta is a crowntail who my boyfriend named Boris. He's a little shit and has terrorized my rubber-lip plecostomus, Bill, so much that I had to put him back in with the mollies. Boris seems to enjoy having a ten gallon all to himself. He seems to be healthy, but he hasn't made a bubble nest.

I haven't really had the motivation or inclination to do anything outside, so my yard is grown up and there are weeds in my flowerbeds. Hmm...The diet thing isn't working out like it should be. I haven't lost any weight, in fact I've gained some. But I'm attributing that to medications and whatnot. I'm trying to get back on the wagon and get all fit and stuff, because it seems like that should be the next logical step in my -Life Plan-. Hopefully it will work out.


The thing I'm looking forward to the most is hopefully moving in with my boyfriend (that gorgeous man in the photo above *sigh*) this summer, providing I can scrounge up enough money for deposits and what-have-you. I'm so excited. I'm ready to be a fully independent adult person. Whee!!!

Wow.

It has been One year, One month and One day since I quit smoking.

Awesome.

ALSO.

Because I didn't want to clog up the last post with these, here are critter pictures.

Saga of the PIPES

So, Tuesday is usually the day when I drive up to see my handsome boyfriend, L.B. in Norman. I also have class that day, so I usually don't go up until around 2. This past Tuesday, however, I was entering the fourth day of a horrible sinus infection, so I decided to skip class and drive up to Norman anyway. At about 8 am, when I'm usually learning Oklahoma History, I get a text message from my momma, who is already at school, saying she thought a water line had busted because the yard was flooded and we had not gotten any rain. Sure enough, there was a leak in the underground water line. The meter was spinning like crazy when I went out to check it. I turned the water off and tried to figure out what to do next. I decided not to go to Norman, which depressed the hell out of me. Since we're poor, mom and I had to fix the water ourselves. Yeah, we're chicks, but we do that shit. And I don't wanna hear a goddamn thing about women needing men to do shit, because we so obviously don't. Fuck you chauvinists. Anyway, what this is all leading up to is the saga, in pictures.


The hole with water and leaky pipes. I learned that our soil consists of regular dirt, red, gray and yellow clay and various sizes of sandstone rocks.
This is when we were trying to establish just where the pipe was leaking. It turned out that the pipe going in the lower elbow joint had somehow come unglued, and it was just stuck inside the joint. Water was seeping out around the pipe.
This is me, standing in the hole so you can see how deep it is (I am 5'2"). I am also looking depressed, because I hate digging.

This is what the new pipe looks like. We decided that we wanted a faucet closer to the front of the house, so we made one. Yeah, we engineered some shit. Anyway, hopefully no more leaks will happen. As of right now, we are letting the pipe cement cure for 24 hours and since we're both filthy, we came and got a motel room so we could shower and stuff. We will have water tomorrow though! Hooray, because I gotta do the dishes and some laundry.

So yeah, if anyone ever tells you that you can't do the same things a man can do, fuck them. They don't know shit. Oh and also, we probably saved thousands of dollars doing this ourselves. Think about that.