So that bastard the blooming idiot THAT SASSQUATCH BASTARD aka Tiger is really fucking pissing me off! Being diagnosed with a terminal cancer does not give one free license to behave like an immature jerk off!  The doctors gave him a prognosis of only three years.  Needless to say I was distraught, our quasi-relationship aside, he is a human being with CHILDREN; the thought of him dieing saddens me...A LOT!  So I am all depressed and freaked out and he picks a fucking fight with me! 

I had previously told him that WHEN HE HAD THE TIME AND ENERGY to have a real relationship with me that we could then discuss moving our relationship up a notch (read be exclusive).  He has LESS time and energy for me now (which I understand), but he is irate that I won't promise to only be with him.  Hell, before he got diagnosed we only saw each other once a week (outside of him coming into the store) and maybe texted every other day.  I am not going to commit myself to a dieing man that doesn't have time to text me every day.  I mean lets be real here.  Well, I tell him so, via text mind you, and he texts back "Butthead" and turns his phone off!  The man is 38 fucking years old!  What a twerp!

At any rate, being distraught over him dieing (read we aren't going to fall in love get married and have babies) I decide to add another man to my roster (bad, maybe...sounded good at the time).  We'll call this one Rehab Boy.  Cause he is a recovering alcoholic.  Sober two years now.  Very beautiful man, 41, no children, makes good money, funny, gregarious, sociable, caring, generous,has vasectomy.  Sounds like a winner, right? Wrong!  Man cannot DO IT right!  Le sigh.  I'm not sure I have the energy to teach him how either.  He did know that it was lame, he apologized, and asked for a second chance.  It can be noted that I faked a cramp to get out of there.  He was trying REALLY hard, but no fireworks.  LAME!

Country is still there.  Nice and reliable.  To bad he's a regular drunk.  Makes a great drinking buddy, but I drink maybe once a week.  He drinks every day.  Very sad.

My roomate lost it again today.  I know that her circumstances are VERY difficult, but she doesn't seem to be taking ANY fucking action to make it better!  Also, in an effort to help her, i let her buy Ace back from me so she could sell him to her mom (for 4x as much) who pays full board on him.  So now, when I find the time, I don't have a special pony to ride.  Oh well.  Such is life!

Classes are good.  Easy, not to time consuming.  Very nice.

My apartment comes open the 25th of Feb.  My parents are bringing me my furniture that weekend and are going to "shop here for the things they don't bring" (read got to Target and decorate!) So thats a good thing!

Work is good, they cut our hours from 40 to 35.  Everybody else hates it, I'm thankful.  I only work 4 shifts now.  Frees up a lot of time for me.

The super bowl commercials were disappointing in my opinion.

I have to do homework now!  ICKY!

~Red Kite

Tiger has another appointment tomorrow.  To find out, in his words, "how long he has left".  His cancer is, in this doctor's opinion, terminal.  I am taking nerve pills in order to function.

Yesterday Tiger was diagnosed with bone cancer.

I'd like to say that classes are coming along nicely.  Fairly easy stuff this semester.  A physics course to finish out my NS reqs, a lit course (for no known reason except that I signed up for it), an art history (FA req) and charades en francais.  Phys and French on MWF, Lit and ARH on TR.  MWFs start at 9 am and TRs start at 8 am.  I work five 3-11pm shifts during the week, so fun and study time is limited and carefully budgeted.  I haven't been able to ride hardly at all in the past two months.  The weather is nasty and I don't seem to have any time!  In addition to studying I have those men to deal with.  With the start of the new year, I pruned back to a mere TWO...whatever you want to call them...men.  I have assigned them the names Country and Tiger, for the purposes of this journal.  I am more romantically interested in Tiger, but he comes with A LOT of baggage.  He's a bit older, 38. And he has TWO ex wives and a son with each of them.  He is very, shall we say TALENTED, but he doesn't have much free time (not that I do or anything).  Country is younger, 26 and only has one ex wife, they have two girls.  Country and I have a friendly like relationship, very low stress.  Which is nice.  But there isn't really any hope for anything more there.

Now on to The Creeepy Old Bastard (TCOB).  After J and I broke up, this man TCOB asked me to dinner.  I went, it was ok.  We went to dinner a second time, it was still ok but I knew I didn't want to see him anymore.  I was trying to figure out how to tell him, in a friendly fashion, when I was told that he used to beat his ex-wife, yes it was gossip, but it was disturbing b/c i asked someone that I know that knows him and they said they would believe it.  At any rate, I met him at ihop and told him I wasn't interested in him and didn't want to see him anymore.  He cried.  Not hard, but a bit.  After that he continued to text message me and come into my work to chit chat.  It was ok at first, but he started giving me bad vibes,  Especially when he started coming into the store late at night (when I work alone) STUMBLING DRUNK, and totally acting out of character.  I ceased to respond to his texts and started giving him the cold shoulder when he came into the store,  That just made things worse.  On New Years Eve, he sent me a slew of DISGUSTING, CREEPY, GRAPHIC texts.  I waited until the next time he came into the store, like two days later, and told him, in front of a crowd, not to speak to me and to leave me alone.  He left and then texted me apologizing and wanting to know what he did wrong.  I texted him back and told him to never contact me again and not to come into the store when I was there or I would have to get a restraining order.  He stayed away for like a week and then last night HE CAME INTO THE STORE, fortunately the other girl hadn't left yet, she waited on him and I hid in the kitchen and called my daddy.  I was almost hysterical.  The man makes my skin crawl now and I am more than a bit frightened about what could happen late at night at the store when I work by myself.  I gave daddy the man's number, and he called him and threatened him with a fate worse than death if he should ever come around me again.  I spoke to the sherrif's dept (we are out in the country) and they told me if he came into the store for me to call them and they would get him for harrassment!

At any rate I gotta run to my next class in a bit!

Red Kite

Just got out of my french 201 class which I have renamed 'Charades en Francais'.  Instructor informed us that NO english whatsoever is to be used! So we just gesture to get our points across! Very silly, but amusing so its ok. Have to go to target and to the new apartment in a bit.  I need shampoo and I have to drop off some paperwork. Apartment will come open in mid to late february! Yeah! Gotta run, dogs are waiting in the car!

Its been a while. A long while. Life has been hectic (and we STILL don't have internet at the house)!  To summarize: ditched the boyfriend, replaced him with a handfull of prospects, a friend shot another man (didn't kill him, thank god), had to put a horse down, my roomate and i are still fussing a lot, have decided to move into an apartment (we both agree that it will be better for our friendship), the dogs are still furry and happy, I got my car back (YAY!), I desperately miss the internet, classes start on Wednesday here, work is ok, I have been knitting a lot, i went MUDDING (which was a first for me) and in general I don't get nearly enough sleep!  Gotta run, have to go to work!

Hello All!  Sorry about the irregularity of my updates, but life is hectic!

My friend C has calmed down a lot (read she got herself not one but TWO boy toys to occupy her time) which has made life much more relaxed.  She and J are starting to act like mature siblings (read they can be together for more than five minutes without cussing each other out!).  We all hung out at the barn last Monday, J even rode (my pony Ace) and we had a blast.  Work has been hectic, every one seems to be having the problems and can't get to work, which means I have to cover for them.  Which leaves me little time for anything else.  On the bright side, overtime pay rocks! 

I do have a few fun things coming up!  

Yarn shop grand opening tomorrow!  Yay for over priced yarn that I will probably never knit...I just collect yarn really!

This weekend, camping with J and dogs at Oak Mountain State Park!  I am insisting on bringing the air mattress.  Cause I is a pansy like that!

Next weekend, My brother J is coming home from Baghdad and is taking some leave time to hang out with me in Tuscaloosa.  While he is here J, my boyfriend, and I will be going to my mom's house and taking my brother with us for Sukot!  

On the down side, my hip hurts.

I got an email from my brother in Baghdad.  He gets out of the military next June and he wants to come to school here that fall!  Exciting!  He wants me to scope out some apartments for him!  Poor thing is so excited to get to go to college (little does he know the pain of higher education).

My younger brother B, a junior in high school, was in his town's newspaper...for football.  Evidently, his high school has done really well so far and my brother is very good at his part (some sort of defensive position...he does a lot of tackling).  At any rate, he is very happy.

I am so happy for both of them.  I love them both.  They are still very, very strange.

On a more personal front, C has been a bit more friendly (aka normal) lately, which has been nice.  Though, I am so going to move into my own place (perhaps in January).

J and I have been having a blast.  We have this almost daily routine of walking my dogs down by the river.  We go to Barnes & Noble on a bi-weekly basis.  We watch a lot of Star Trek the Next Gen (cause we are both dweebs like that).  We get along so well that it is almost nauseating.

My mother and I had the "What do you want to be when you grow up?" talk again today, the answer "No fucking clue."  Oh well. 

My little job is still just that my little job.  My car is STILL at the mechanic's shop...sort of obnoxious.  Damn thing won't go into first or second gear.  Had to take it to the neighborhood mechanic in REVERSE.  Quite amusing actually.  (Don't worry, it is just a couple of neighborhood blocks.)

That is all for now!

Red Kite

Wait, also J wants to go to grad school in Oregon.  I could totally do Oregon.  I like Oregon.  They have snow, tulips, whales and OLD HIPPIES!  

I really don't do mornings.  I really don't.

I just wanted to let everyone know a few things; (1)I hate my period (2)I am going out with C tonight and I don't want to (3)I am in love with my boyfriend...(opinions on how long it takes for one person to love another?) (4)A small fragment of my soul was sad that I was not pregnant (5)I have to bathe my dogs today, they are scrubby (6)I hate football.

That is all,

Red Kite

Thank god for small favors. 

Well at least something worked out for me.  Also on the bright side my sister L came up to visit me over the weekend! We had a blast!  She and J got along smashingly! 

My mother has invited us, J and I, to come and visit her for a weekend sometime later this month or perhaps in October.

C seems to have calmed down, I have been trying to not react to her outrageous behavior.   When I say react I mean in an emotionally upset way, I suspect that causing some sort of dramatic scene is actually what C is subconsciously trying to create.  Like that child who acts out in order to get attention.  

On the down side, I hate my period.  Not as bad as being pregnant, but still nobody likes their period.

My boyfriend, J, is my best friend/room mate's little brother (though J and I are the same age).  It was said friend/room mate who set us up. Completely her idea.  Now she is pissed...why? Because she has decided that our dating takes up too much of my free time, too much of her mother's interest (this part I really don't understand) and evidently I am not being emotionally supportive of her and should feel bad about it...I have no desire to be "emotionally supportive" of a woman who is being a complete and utter bitch to me.  An example, this past weekend C and J's older brother D came down for the weekend with his wife from Missouri.  J invited me to go to lunch with them one day.  (Please note that J, C, and D's mom KNOWS that I MIGHT be pregnant and decided to tell the whole family as much).  C SCREAMED at me.  She asked me not to go because it would make her uncomfortable.  This in my opinion, was a bit extreme.  After all, it was A lunch.  Secondly, C recently started having an affair (please remember that her husband is incarcerated because he SHOT AND KILLED HIS SON).  C got pregnant.  C decided to have an abortion. C and I went to my mothers house.  My mother watched C's toddler while C went to the abortion clinic.  That was okay, but it was horrible of me to go to lunch with my boyfriend, who is the father of my maybe could be child, and his family.   And going to lunch makes me a bad friend.  Did I mention that said trip to my mom's house was kept totally under wraps?  I told no one.  My mom told no one.  We lied to my step father about why we were there.  Bad friend my ass.  As a room mate, I pay my rent ($450/month-for a room in the house that she owns), help with the house work, and am very quiet (I don't come in late at night or anything weird like that), I help her with her barn chores...I think I am a pretty damn good room mate...also J does not stay the night at my home b/c it would make C uncomfortable.

School is a fat, ugly bitch.  'Nuff said.

Horses are good...Ace is a dream boat.  We have a lot of fun.

Work is...well work.

That is all I have time for now.  Much love to all of you!

I don't have much time so here is a quick update.

I have moved to Tuscaloosa.
School is not working right...the dept. of education is a mother fucking dirty ass bitch.
I have a boyfriend (cause I have so much free time). 
Another friend of mine witnessed a murder (though this time it was a son shooting his mom)
My family is psycho.
My roommate's family is psycho (though not as psycho as she is!)
I don't have internet at my house...
In the past week one horse, two lambs and a cat have croaked at the farm.  I hate dead animals.


Oh yes, and I may possibly be pregnant.

The new girl (aka my ticket out of here) started today!  Yeah for moving!  At any rate, today's training went well with only a few minor hiccups!  We plan for me spend five days training her (one down four to go) and then for me to spend a couple of days in the office working on a couple of separate projects, but I would still be available to her if she had any questions!  I *plan* to actually move on the 19th!  I am so excited that it  is almost embarrassing!

Belle goes to the vet on Saturday to get her stitches out!

Today I returned a pair of pants that I bought on clearance last weekend that didn't fit quite right.  I went to the rack, found a pair in my size to exchange for and then spied another pair that I just had to have.  I went to the register expecting to owe $15.99, the girl rang me up and I owed her $2.15!  SCORE!  I am ridiculously pleased by this, I HATE spending money or "work" clothes.

Japanese woman lives undetected in a man's closet for a year!!!!

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I like the part about her being described as neat and clean

Lots of things to bitch talk about.

First, Belle is doing well.  She hasn't ripped any of her stitches out and her bobos are healing nicely.  She took the last of her pain meds yesterday AM and today she still feels good.  I however, suck and forgot her antibiotics this morning.  I remembered about lunch time and called my mom who graciously gave Belle her pill.

Second, my ex husband is a jackass.  Always has been and always will be.  The Dept. of Edu. says I HAVE to have his W-2s from last year since we were technically and legally married during that year.  The jackass says he WON'T give them to me.  I, being the bitch that I am, called his mother, at work, and asked that she try to talk some sense into him before I go through getting some kind of court order.  If that JACKASS messes up my education, I will have to commit bodily violence on his moronic person.

Third, I went to the dentist today.  I hate dentists.  Nothing personal mind you, but I have EXTREMELY sensitive teeth and that scraping shit hurts like the devil.  The water jet hurts like the devil.  The air sprayer stings like the devil.  AND THE DAMN POLISHING THING MAKES ME CRY LIKE A LITTLE GIRL!!!!!  As it happens, I have cavities.  Therefore, I have to go back before my six months of freedom is up.  Damn teeth.

Fourth, my parents are fucking bonkers.  Some of you may remember their plans to get a farm.  That plan is still a go, but a five year down the road kind of go.  I decided to go ahead and try to at least finish my B.A. before then and then see where the plan is at.  In the meantime, my parents lost their minds decided they felt sorry for me and want to buy me a "fun little horse to play with".  What they mean is a backyard type horse for me to enjoy and puts around on.  Which is fine and all since I was planning on leasing this little Walking horse that Carrie has that I love muchly.  So I say, hey no need to buy, just give me the money and I will have some extra cushion in my bank account in the event of an emergency. All you horse folks will see the reasoning behind my statement.  A month to month lease does not put any real obligation on me and we all know that students need more money.  Unfortunately for me my parents have lost their ever loving minds strange ideas when it comes to horses (comes from not knowing much about them) and start having kittens.  "What, why would you pay to feed someone else's horse when you could have your own???!!!???"  Me, being the nutjob that I am decide that I would rather have a horse than nothing (b/c the 'rents say no horse, no xtra money).  So I start poking around and I find a bunch of TB's a couple of young TB/Draft crosses and then the OLD LADY WITH TOO MANY HORSES (TM).  Old lady has a gigantic herd of TB Trakehner crosses with the odd Welsh Cobb and QH cross thrown in.  They are all HUNGRY (varying stages from a bit thin to a couple of skeletors).  None of them are so much as halter broke (much less saddle broke).  None of them have had vet or farrier care in the past 7 years.  They are FREE BREEDING like rabbits and the lady has the cancer.  I feel bad for her and her horses.  She offered me my pick of any of her creatures for FREE.  I thought about it and called her back to regretfully inform her that I just don't think I can take one now.  If I was 18 I would have jumped on this.  But I am not, and I don't really fancy the idea of trying to gentle up a wild 5 year old filly.  I don't care how much "potential" said beast may have, and I am just going to harden my heart against the hungry eyes.  I certainly don't have the resources to take care of a beast that may have strange probs due to long term hunger and a complete lack of medical treatment.  I did recommend her to someone I know in her area that might be interested in a couple of them.  I hope she finds a place for them soon.  If not, I may have to call the animal control. *shudders*  Instead, I have talked to Carrie and I am just going to buy said Walking horse that I adore.  He is broke, healthy, and lots of fun.  And she will take $750 for him and it includes his saddle and a bridle.  Pretty good if you ask me.

Fifth, the reason my parents have decided that I HAVE to own a horse is because I had a bit of a break down.  I do this really strange thing in which I save up all my grief for months on end and then something triggers me and I bawl for hours like a child.  Over the weekend I saw this little promo pic in a generic picture frame for sale in the drugstore that looked EXACTLY like this horse I adored as a child.  I know that said horse is in all likelihood dead by now.  I stared at that picture for a couple of minutes and then burst into tears.  My parents go a bit freaked out and decided that I NEEDED a horse.  Thanks guys, woulda been nice if you had thought that when I was a kid and that horse I loved was offered to me for $250. 

Sixth, some people have no business owning horses.  Some people who shall remain nameless for the time being.  Some people thought it would be a good idea to leave a colt a stud.  A colt that isn't registered, nor can he be registered.  A colt with mediocre conformation and mediocre movement.  And mediocre lineage.  A colt that as a three year old was beyond wild.  A colt that suffered THREE suspensory (sp?) injuries between ages 3 and 5.  A colt that had CHRONIC nasal discharge.  A colt that had to live his life in a stall because his owners didn't have any safe stallion turnout and didn't geld him.  A colt that had chronic skin issues.  A colt that had chronic stall vices (might be because he didn't ever get to go outside).  A colt that had overly enlarged testicles.  A colt who had grooms that repeatedly mentioned to the owners that his testicles were abnormal.  A colt that couldn't stay in consistent training level dressage work and stay sound.  A colt that has recently been diagnosed with rapid growth testicular cancer and has been give 3 to 6 months to live.  A colt that ,had he been gelded, could have lived beyond age 7.  I hate stupid people. 

Here are some pictures I took of Belle!  First, a precious face!







X-posted to corgilove

I just got home with Belle.  She seems to be in good spirits.  She looks like hell.  She has a total of 9 stitches over 4 wounds and two splits in her left ear.

I am not impressed with the vet or his staff.  There were some major communication errors.  First we were told she could come home yesterday evening, then it was this afternoon.  Second I was told he only stitched one place and set up drains in the others and had glued one place shut.  Wrong, she has stitches in all of the wounds (except her ear).  Evidently the glued wound busted open and he had to stitch it back up. 

I am not pleased that all of these wounds that either are a puncture or are a tear originating from a puncture are completely sewn shut.

The vet's take home instructions were:

1 pain relief pill per day
2 antibiotic pills per day
No wound cleansing, no water on the dog
No collar and no leash (duh, what am I gonna hook the leash to)
If she busts the stitches, call me
If you think the wounds are abscessing, call me

Gee thanks doc.  Maybe its just me, but if I have a dog with a wound, I want to clean it.

The camera is in Mike's car, when he gets home tonight I will take pictures and then post them.

Coffee is truly the food of the gods!

Also, Belle is still at the clinic.  I will be picking her up about 4 this afternoon and will be talking to the vet at that time.  I called and checked on her this morning and according to the girl who answered the phone, Belle is doing great.

Coffee is my new best friend!

My 16 year old brother got his driver's license suspended.  He got TWO reckless driving tickets within 6 weeks!  Crazy boy!

Pike Place beans from Starbucks are my new poison of choice!

This morning I sent a box of books to my brother in Baghdad.  I hope he likes the ones I chose, he told me to surprise him.  I think he is REALLY bored over there.  Better than being in mass danger.

I take my coffee with whole milk and two sugars (preferably raw cane sugar).

Last night Isabelle, the six year old sister, stuck her fingers in a stamp pad and proceeded to put fingerprints all over Pupcake's, her blonde lab, head and body.  When asked why she did that she told me, "I want a Dalmatian."  I almost cried I was laughing so hard.

I have had THREE cups of coffee this morning and am a tad bit bouncy!  Can you tell?

Calcifer kept me up last night.  He kept getting up and scurrying around the room and then HOWLING.  I think he missed Belle.  I know I did.

Now you know why I am on such a coffee kick this morning!

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Just go off the phone with the vet.  Belle, my 30 lb Corgi, got into a fight with Lila, our 110 lb German Shepherd Dog.  They have gotten into scruffles before.  The worst injury we have had is a small puncture wound that wasn't noticed, damn furry beasts, and it got a bit infected.  Not this time.  Belle needs stitches in at least three places, possibly up to five.  She has multiple lacerations on her neck that can't be stitched because of underlying puncture wounds.  Her ear may have to be stitched (that would actually be place SIX).  When I spoke to the vet he hadn't yet examined all of her wounds.  He had just sedated her.

This is ridiculous.  These dogs are both pushing SIX years of age and they have known each other since they were 12 weeks old.  They have lived together for the past YEAR.  IN THE SAME HOUSE.  The extent of Belle's injuries are NOT acceptable. 

The vet said, "From the looks of these wounds, I say this dog is damn lucky to be alive."  Yes, that was an EXACT quote.  Evidently, one of the gashes on her side is really low, and there is a deep puncture wound at the end of it that BARELY missed her LUNG.  HER GOD DAMNED LUNG.

Dogs squabble.  I know this.  Sometimes they injure each other.  A little gash, a puncture wound.  NOTICE THE SINGULAR.  Not freaking stitches in multiple places.  Not so bad that Belle's rolled leather collar was completely ripped off, as in bit through.  Not so bad, that a witness described one part as, "she (Lila) bit her (Belle) side and picked her up of the ground (Belle was described as being held up by the skin over her ribs and being parallel to the ground), then she (Belle) just fell and screamed."  Lila didn't drop Belle, Belle's skin ripped.  FUCKING UNACCEPTABLE.

New info, the vet just called back.  Belle has to stay overnight.  He put her on more sedatives to keep her blood pressure down because her EAR WOULD NOT STOP BLEEDING!!!!!   She is also on morphine and antibiotics.  He decided to use glue instead of traditional sutures. He set up drains on the worst of the punctures.  He only used traditional sutures on one spot (the place where her skin ripped when she fell).  I will get to pick her up tomorrow afternoon.

Right now, I HATE Lila.