NABLOPOMO!!!!!!

Who's with me???!!!!!!!

Please?

A hole in the Bucket

I got a puppy, a french bulldog named, Bucket. I had a lot of fear that I wouldn't love a new dog. But turns out I already do, buckets and buckets of love, even though he pees on the floor every three seconds. He has yet to have a poo accident, which is amazing, especially since he has peed in the house approximately 57 times. The total amount of liquid that has come out of his body in urine today is about a cup. He just likes to dispense it in dime sized portions all over the place.

I sing him a song. It works really good in the shower when he can't get to me, and consequently has some anxiety and cries a little. I sing it while I'm getting his food too. "I know what Bucket likes. I know what Bucket wants. I know what Bucket likes. Bucket likes Cheese." Or sometimes I replace "cheese" with "me" depending on what I'm singing about.

Officially :

I have a Canon G10. The glory. The wonder. It may never leave my sight.

Then, one day I woke up and it was fucking NOVEMBER!!!!

I love rainy days

They make me think of Costa Rica. Oh, the rainforest, the beach. Magic.

I started volunteering at the library

They only let you commit to 2 hours a week. Nothing big, shelving. But I previously thought I had no o.c.d tendencies. Holy Christ. When I'm making something I get substantially more anal retentive, but it is like that feeling puked all over me. I CANNOT let it go when I find something is mis-shelved. I sat down to fix a low shelf with a kid's series on it that had about 65 volumes and every number was out of order. It's a compulsion.

Here 's my newest problem

I had been singing songs about Grubb for nine years. Now, when I have a song stuck in my head I still make it about Grubb. The song never leaves my lips because the second I sing it in my head and I think Grubb's name I'm immediately sad. I had three slip ups yesterday on three different songs. Of course, I don't know remember what songs they were. All but the last, Have a little faith in Grubb. Crushing.

Here are the highlights of my weekend...

Friday night:

First there was bowling. Which combined a lot of screaming with a lot of movement I don't ordinarily do. I had a headache at about 8:30. When the party moved to my house someone peed on the wall of my bathroom. Nice addition to any room. By the end of the night I couldn't sleep because my head hurt. I didn't drink a drop of booze.

Saturday:

Woke up at 7 with the worst sore throat from the yelling. Plus it felt like I had been beat with a stick. I just thought that was bowling soreness. As the day progressed I felt feverish, but nothing unmanageable. Come wedding rehearsal I was ready for death. It was 85 degrees outside and I was feeling cold. Some women are naturally cold. I am not one of them. It is a know fact that if I shiver and it is hotter than 50 outside I have a fever. I power through the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. Meanwhile, my kidneys are hurting at this point. On the drive home me and MP both came to the idea that maybe I have kidney stones. As the night progressed my fever only got worse. MP was putting cold compresses on my wrists and throat trying to keep me cool. Which worked, maybe. Right as I remembered we had a thermometer I started to cool off. MP hands me the thermometer, I put the thing in my mouth, and he leaves the room. It beeps while he is gone. It says I have a temperature of 98.0. He thinks I didn't leave it in long enough. Like a child who is trying to stay home from school, I monkeyed with the thermometer to get a false read. He had threatened to take me to a doctor so it isn't too far fetched. But I hadn't. Just in case he stayed in the room when I did it a second time. Sure enough 98.1.

Sunday:

I woke up feeling so much better than the night before. As the day progresses the shittier and shittier I feel. Come 10pm I was feeling feverish again. We pull out the trusty thermometer and turns out I have the same temperature of 98.3. I figure it doesn't work. That or my body temp is freakishly low.

Day four is going to be nothing but recovery, because I still have a headache and a sore throat.

Time flies when you're ....

Well, it just flies, no matter what. Kyle turns 30 this year. Considering I met him the week before he turned 19, it makes me feel really, really old.

When I told him about going to talk to someone about being an LCDC councilor and that they told me that it was unlikely that I would get a job since I'm not in recovery he said I should have told them I am a recovering co-dependant. Ha! No shit. How could I forget about all that enabling I have been doing for, my life.

And when I told him I had gone this long without a camera he couldn't believe it. His jaw actually dropped. I can't believe it myself. Six months without a camera. Tomorrow in fact. I need to get on that. First step to happiness.