Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Keaster


So Happy Easter. Whoop-dee-do,(as this kitteh would say.) Or,-Happy Keaster is how I would say it. Anyways~had to work ALL day, and half the night tonight. Why can't I work in a job that at least doesn't include every weekend and holiday for cricesake? I mean, - REALLY? It really makes me hate life. How do you get those jobs? I'd like to know. So came home after an almost 11 hr. day, and my husband is at the casino, (smart man,) and I have to work again tomorrow during the day. I get very cranky when I have to get up early in the morning and 8am is waaaayyy too early for me. I mean I'm worrying when I have to get up by noon let alone 8am. Tuesday is court and that's the only reason the last three mornings I haven't really minded too much about getting up. (It's getting me used to getting up at that time,) so I won't be in shock when we go to court,-know what I mean? Walked Munky, and Sugar showed-up and he was unusually cranky. VERY. I wonder if I should take him to the vet? Maybe something's wrong. Maybe he's in pain. I'm starting to think it's been long enough that I should take him. I'll have to talk with my neighbor,(the one he stays at.) She'll let me know if he's nice to them when he's there. He LOVES them like he used to love us.(Before we had Munky.) I don't know,...I'm really worried about him. Also~ I have another dr. appt. on Weds. I'm actually excited to go. I want to see how I'm 'evaluated'. I wanna know everything,(about me.) I think I sound crazy right now. Haven't been shopping much, really trying to hold back and not spend. I'm still trying to find a 'forever home' for that white, pit, puppy I help rescue,....can't seem to find a home for him. I really wish we could take him,...but I know I couldn't give him the time he deserves and needs. Right now I give all my time to Munky and Sugar (when he let's me.) I guess my time will come when I finally will be able to get a dog. I want one so bad. Even a little one I would LOVE. I do want a big dog tho eventually,-a watchdog of sorts. Maybe a doberman, or german shepard, or even a mutt, I don't really care, as long as they have some sort of protection in them. (You know what I mean.) The last dog I had was with my boyfriend that I was engaged to and with for 7 yrs, and the dog was half shepard, half wolf, and the dog was incredibly smart,(too smart for his own good,) and I loved him like he was my child,....trust me, that dog went EVERYWHERE with me. After we split up, I found out he died about three yrs. later, it broke my heart. I had to leave him with my ex because technically he got him and had him first, but it really KILLED me to be away from that dog. I haven't had a dog since, and I trained that dog to where you didn't have to say a word, all hand signals, and he would obey,....only me,...he was so,so, smart it amazed even the dog trainer I had,...he was shocked. I was lucky to have had that dog in my life at all. So the next one I'll be just as lucky, and I'm waiting and hanging by a thread til that day. (Trust me. That day will be one of my happiest.) SOOOO~ nothing else new really,...just ummm, waiting to get court over and done with truthfully. Oh,...and work tomorrow,......then two days off,....I live for my days off,....is that awful? Does everyone enjoy there time off as much as I do? I relish it. (And my husband says I'm lucky I have a job to go to. Yeah right. Whatever. Easy for him to say, he doesn't work, or HAVE to work.) Yeah, sometimes I get a little angry about that, I have to be honest. I love that I was able to take three years off before this job, I was very lucky, and I LOVED not having to work, I cooked dinner every night, and spent all my time with Sugar taking walks, laying in the grass with him outside, or napping or playing inside, it was absolutely great, going to the gym,I volunteered at a local NO-KILL cat shelter even,....but then, I HAD to get a job because in my husband's eyes, 'it was the right thing to do',.....he doesn't come from that concept my parents did, that you worked till a certain point financially, and then you retire, live modestly, and spend time together doing what you want to do,....no,....he has NO CONCEPT of that whatsoever. You work because thats the right thing to do, and because you are able to,....(his father was just like that, and his parents had ALOT of money.) Sickening isn't it? I mean, my parents weren't millionaires but we never wanted for anything, we got to travel alot around the world, and my parents loved each other enough that they wanted to spend time together,...not everyone is like that I guess. Actually hardly anyone is like that in this day and age. I just don't understand stuff sometimes, that's all. And I don't want to work. I hate it with a passion. I love my time, and that's a commodity that almost everyone doesn't have now. Maybe I'm being too greedy, and being a brat,(at least that's what my husband says sometimes.) I just don't know anymore. I don't. I hate life sometimes and I know I'm luckier than most, so explain myself to me, would ya.

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