Crossed fingers

I have another doctors appointment next week. Wish me luck.

I give up

My best friend lost a baby. I cried all day for her. I gave her time to get a hold of me, because I wasn't included in the texts that everyone else she loves got. I spent the time since then sending a random text here or there, that I got no response from. In fact the only one I heard anything about was this morning as a blog title. Telling me all about people who say that not really giving a shit. No I didn't keep texting her after the lack of response, but I've spent days trying to find someone to go to her house to take her food. I guess I should have told her that, because right now I'm just an asshole.

I can't win for losing

For three days now, I have been embroiled in the life of a stray Scottish Fold. Two nights ago he was found on the side of my neighbors house declawed and hungry. I fed him I stayed up all night to make sure he wasn't attacked by an oppossum or raccoon. I called every animal place I could find on the planet. I found a lady who said he needed some testing before she could take him. Inadvertently yesterday I was talking with my neighbor in the post office when the postal worker overheard. She told us of a lady named Gretchen who could help. We found her and she said she could take him. We were jubilant at the fact that he wouldn't have to sleep outside again, and maybe I could get some sleep. I sent the first woman an email in my excitement. Today I woke up to a scathing email about my being inhumane to animals. He had to sleep in a carrier overnight in someones garage, and would have been so much better off in the bushes for another night. I beg to differ. I think whilst he may have been uncomfortable last night, he was not going to be attacked by something that he could not defend himself against. I don't know, I guess I'm just an asshole. *sigh*

Look Dallas

Sisters, and my new brother

This is my new brother Archimedes.


This is my sister Sasha. She hearts her pillow. At first I thought she was sick or something. I was later informed that sleeping 20 hours a day is normal for her.


This is Dallas. As you can tell, she is familiar with the camera.


There are many other pictures from my trip that I'll be posting sporadically. Right now real life is calling. There's been drunken unexpected visitors at midnight, an illness that some people pooh poohed as no big deal, seems to have settled in my chest, my dad is in litigation, and some other bullshit. So yeah the posts will be short and sweet for a while.

Uncle Amos

On our trip to California, Phoenix rediscovered his love for hanging out in his uncle's room. It probably didn't hurt that my brother let him mess with whatever he wanted. Well until he handed him a can of chew and said "Purple?", that is. He was a little more watchful after that, well, a little. *smile*

Look...up there...

And so here we are again.

Okay so I've made it back from California. Broken and confused as ever. I find myself these days wanting to find a hole to crawl in and hide. The constant feeling that people that I care about are judging me. Or that their comments about everybody's bad behavior, are actually disguised comments about myself. I just want to run away.