...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
I Don't Need No MTV
Nothing like a nice hot cup of Genmaicha.
Yes. Green tea with toasted rice is one of my favorite comforts. I got my shipment from the Republic and broke into the bag today. Mmmmmm. Funny really. I actually have a major sweet tooth- so you'd think I'd be a sweet tea kind of person- but no, I love the earthy, nutty, toasty teas best. I can't stand floral teas, and very rarely drink fruity tea. Herbal teas make me wrinkle my nose for the most part (but I do pick and choose some of them). You know the Republic has a tea that is actually picked by monkeys? I thought that was amusing. I don't think drinking tea picked by animals that typically fling poo is a very appealing idea.
So. Interesting week. The nephew born on the 10th has been home a couple of days and have given my sister and her husband little sleep at night. Sis is already being one of those paranoid parents, first questioning the sores on the kid's mouth (which I told her probably come from breast feeding- and 'lo! They look it up on the net and I'm right), then she comes to me later asking if he felt like he had a fever (not even close). He cries so she thinks something is wrong (not necessarily). Amusing.
My foster kittens, Lily Munster and Gomez Adams didn't get put up for adoption (due to the usual lag on co-workers' parts) until late Friday. So no one had visited them that day. However today was their first full day up and after I think at least a couple of visits with a few different potential adopters- both found homes. Separate homes, however adopted within a half hour of each other at about one or so this afternoon. I got to meet both adopters and I believe they have found good homes. Thankfully the "inside only" box for the "where will the cat live" section was marked! Yay! Both were huge cat lovers, and the cats' personalities fit exactly what they were looking for. I'm ok with them going separately because I have full confidence they are independent enough to handle it. So, that made me extremely happy, and relieved a lot of stress for me.
Now I only have to wait for Vincent Price's potential adopter to come Tuesday and if all goes well, he will go to a great home too. The volunteer, whose friend it is coming to see him already bought a "welcome home Vincent" gift (a teaser toy- that he will LOVE cause I have one here he plays with), and the potential adopter has apparently already bought the dry food I told the volunteer he eats. So I think she's pretty much taking my word for it that he's a great little kitten. I raise awesome kids.
I texted my sister to let her know the kids got adopted. She texted back "it's always our kids!" I'm like,
Speaking of battles, people continue to trespass in the pool area of our complex. Apparently last night sis's husband witnessed people just hanging out inside the gated area, drinking, and then watched them leave and go to a duplex- that's not part of our complex at all. Then yesterday evening, when they were out visiting the 'rents, I kicked out 2 fucking homeless guys- backpacks and all. I watched them from my window after I heard the gate slam- grungy, dressed layered- as the homeless seem to wear their whole wardrobe at once- with their hiking backpacks. They went to the spa, put their fingers in to check the temp I guess, and proceeded to start stripping to get in!!!! Oh HEEELLLLLLL no. I called the manager first- but when she didn't answer and I left a message- I just went out there and kicked their dumb asses out. Arrrggghhh. I'm so tired of this crap.
The thing is, I hate having to confront anybody here- especially if there's the potential for them to see me come out of my apartment (they know where I live- my apartment door has a direct line of view of the pool) or know who I am (if they're crappy tenants who use the pool after hours) and know that I own Wicked and do something to him. It makes me nervous and I resent having to do it. I don't care so much about confronting people- I did it all the time with the motel I worked for- but I took great pains to not allow them to see what room I was staying in or what car I was driving. Plus I wasn't a resident manager- so there was little risk. In fact, I get a very smug satisfaction out of confronting assholes that are in the wrong. I have to keep my mouth shut so much at my job now, it's kind of a release- but because it is where I live, and I have valuable property on site- there's always that anxiousness involved- so it's not fully satisfying.
So I have Thursday off to take Sway to the vet. I'm anxious about that. I can't really afford it now either, but I'm going to do what I have to do for my animals.
Galaxie I think, has been pooing in the apartment on the carpet. It has happened three times since the kittens got taken to the shelter. At first I didn't know who it was- her or my sister's cat. Both cats are probably stressed right now due to all the household changes. But I'm pretty sure it's Galaxie because she has also pooed in her crate overnight, twice- which has never happened before. So I know she's not sick- she is protesting. She was looking for the kittens when they left. When Vincent came back with me yesterday, she hasn't done it since. So there will be an adjustment period when Vincent leaves. Poor little girl.
My bronchitis still has not left me. It's quite a bit milder than it was- so I think the antibiotics are working- but not fast enough for my liking. I have 5 and a half more days left on the supply- hopefully that's enough time for it to be eliminated. I don't want to be sick anymore. I want to go back to the gym. Dammit.
I've successfully jumped the "DTV switch" hurdle. My converter box seems to be working better than before since the channels turned off the analog signals. I have 17 channels now. Wooooo. My sister and her husband got cable & internet service today. They've got 45 channels or something. Personally, I don't believe in paying for TV, and as long as I have an obliging neighbor who continues to have an open network I'm not payin for internet either. They asked if I wanted to share the cable bill. Pish. No thanks. I'll hang on to my converter box. I'm mourning the loss of the tv in the kitchen. That used to be my only tv for more than a decade- just a little 7" or so color RCA that's at least 25 years old. I love that tv. I don't know what to do with it now. I have this stupid emotional attachment to a black box that no longer serves its purpose. There must be something wrong with me. I watched the Brave Little Toaster too much as a kid.
I'm off like a dirty shirt.
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