Well everyone, today we made the appointment for Oscar's surgery. He goes in on March 24th and will have to spend a few days away from home.
Ace and I might end up taking it worse than he does and I know for sure that Karma Jade will be lost without him.
It is what it is, a necessary step in getting our healthy jumping baby dog back to his old self.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Jeepers Creepers!!
I used to live in a house with Ace that was built in the early 1900's. We lived in the basement and had to walk through a maze of darkness and up narrow concrete stairs to access our bathroom.
This place creeped me out. I would wake up in the middle of the night without fail needing to use the bathroom. I was so scared to walk out of our door that I would nearly wet myself in attempt to not have too. Fruitless as it was, I tried every night to hold it but in the end I would wind up waking Ace up so that he could walk through the maze of darkness with me.
Something just didn't feel right with the place. Something was always watching me and I'm pretty positive it may have even touched me a few times. Ewwwww!
Turns out, I there was validity to my feelings.
We shared the house with Ace's Mom, her husband, and younger son. Mom said that when Stinker (the little brother) was small she would catch him sitting in his crib having conversations with an invisible something that he would only address as "The Man".
Eventually, based one the history that Mom had on the house, the entity became known as "Clyde." Whom in fact, was the previous owner.
Just hearing that everyone else in the house acknowledged the presence of something was enough to scare me.
That wasn't it though, there was also a small girl who had made herself known via photograph. As soon as I get the photo uploaded I will do an update on this post. Seriously, you have to see it! It's nuts! It made the hair all over my body stand on end in protest of what my eyes were seeing.
I have always been super fascinated with ghosts and such. I just never thought I would be in a place with so many of them.
As time passed, my acceptance grew and I got more used to the goings on in the house. I didn't feel the little girl very often. "Clyde," however, was quite the joker. He was never malicious which is a blessing. He didn't even seem like he wanted anything but some good clean fun. "Clyde's " antics would often be anything from the gentle pinch of the ass, to moving objects and placing them in completely random spots. (This, by the way, made me think I was going crazy)
I cannot explain how I felt when he was near, I just knew.
In a weird way I eventually began to feel like he was just your everyday, ordinary, invisible uncle and became quite at ease with him around. I talk to him when I feel him, and now, since I don't live there anymore, when I do visit I catch myself looking for him.
Strange Days, and Good Times.
This place creeped me out. I would wake up in the middle of the night without fail needing to use the bathroom. I was so scared to walk out of our door that I would nearly wet myself in attempt to not have too. Fruitless as it was, I tried every night to hold it but in the end I would wind up waking Ace up so that he could walk through the maze of darkness with me.
Something just didn't feel right with the place. Something was always watching me and I'm pretty positive it may have even touched me a few times. Ewwwww!
Turns out, I there was validity to my feelings.
We shared the house with Ace's Mom, her husband, and younger son. Mom said that when Stinker (the little brother) was small she would catch him sitting in his crib having conversations with an invisible something that he would only address as "The Man".
Eventually, based one the history that Mom had on the house, the entity became known as "Clyde." Whom in fact, was the previous owner.
Just hearing that everyone else in the house acknowledged the presence of something was enough to scare me.
That wasn't it though, there was also a small girl who had made herself known via photograph. As soon as I get the photo uploaded I will do an update on this post. Seriously, you have to see it! It's nuts! It made the hair all over my body stand on end in protest of what my eyes were seeing.
I have always been super fascinated with ghosts and such. I just never thought I would be in a place with so many of them.
As time passed, my acceptance grew and I got more used to the goings on in the house. I didn't feel the little girl very often. "Clyde," however, was quite the joker. He was never malicious which is a blessing. He didn't even seem like he wanted anything but some good clean fun. "Clyde's " antics would often be anything from the gentle pinch of the ass, to moving objects and placing them in completely random spots. (This, by the way, made me think I was going crazy)
I cannot explain how I felt when he was near, I just knew.
In a weird way I eventually began to feel like he was just your everyday, ordinary, invisible uncle and became quite at ease with him around. I talk to him when I feel him, and now, since I don't live there anymore, when I do visit I catch myself looking for him.
Strange Days, and Good Times.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
What the F*ck Wednesdays
Ok, so if you don't want to hear what I have to say, then please, please, please don't ask.
I take value in the fact that I am "that friend" (and we all have one or two) who will tell you the truth no matter what.
Running the risk of hurting your feel goods momentarily, sounds far better than allowing some random person to hurt them permanently. Girl, people are mean so if I am thinking it (and I love you) can you imagine what the people who don't know you, love you, or care about you are thinking?
I know, I know, who cares what other people think right? Absolutely! I agree! Unfortunately we live in an extremely judgemental world and while I have gotten so good at not passing judgement, not everyone can be so diligent. It's human nature.
I am not the bitch I am made out to be. My tongue may sting a bit but in the end I will support your every decision, regardless of what I think.
Friend: "Does my ass look big in this?"
Me: "Yes!"
Friend: *GASP*
Me: "Does it mean that should you decide to move forward with the opposing outfit that I won't shake my ass with you on the dance floor of our favorite bar? Absolutely not! Let's do this!"
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So a couple of days ago a friend asked me what I thought about her relationship predicament (she has recently declared Lesbianism and is finding it a little harder to navigate than she thought) and so I told her the truth based on what she has told me and things I have seen with my own eyes.
Needless to say, she didn't like it too much and refuses to believe what I told her even though what I said would happen, has happened and continues to happen.
I will not.
Note: Ok, so I will compromise and lie to you if that's what you would prefer, I don't like it particularly, but am not to good to do it. All I ask is that you make sure you tell me that's what you need before you ask for my five cents (I believe my opinion is worth more than two cents therefore I have marked it up, well that and partly due to inflation. F*ck this economy!)
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