Hanging on

I know I haven't been here in awhile,...I've been so sick. I got strep throat, and my doctor told me to go to the hospital, and I didn't, so here I am in bed for literally 6 straight days, and I'm just now feeling a little better. Yeah, not smart on my part. I had a fever of 100 degrees or over for 4 days straight too, and that's what really scared me,....but today I'm feeling a little like the land of the living. Out of bed, made myself some eggs,(comfort food,) my husband went to the gym, so the house is nice and quiet,....such fun being had here.(*sarcasm*) I'm going to take Munky out for her walk,...sit outside and get some fresh air. Scary when a simple thing like that sounds so great to me,....but that's what happens when you've been sick in bed literally for a week I guess.(But I love taking Munky for her walks, we bond, and I love watching her.) Nothing else really new here,....watching all the Trayvon Martin stuff on the news,....so sad,.....I really feel for those parents,....we watched that story on the news here before it all blew up into what it is now, and I remember my husband and I looking at each other like,-this man kills an unarmed kid and that's it? And now look at what it's become and rightfully so. Rightfully so. I can't even imagine your worst nightmare come true as a parent, and it ends up being so horribly unjust, and preventable. I just can't fathom. I send them good thoughts, and lots of strength. So that's all for me, I'm already getting tired from sitting up and writing this (believe it or not,) so I'm going to rest for a little while, and than take Munky out.

Same stuff, different day

Tomorrow at work we are having our "corporate" bosses coming in, and everyone is going crazy yesterday and today to make sure every last thing is perfect for their visit. I say 'screw it!' and whatever happens, - happens. I don't care, and I'm lucky I have today off, because of all the crap that will have to be done. The two people who wanted to hire me last October for that Medical Pet Spa came in last week, and said they STILL haven't hired anyone, and that they are still interested in me. (We'll see how interested they really are.) So~ I will go in again, and fill out another application, and see what happens. Funny how I was just saying that I really needed to work with animals to be happy,.....and they came in that week out of nowhere. I'm not telling anyone this time but my husband, and just see what happens. I hope something comes of it. I would love to be working with animals somehow. My dream come true. I would be so much happier than I am now, just as long as I don't really have to work with people. Just the animals. And I came across someone selling a puppy toy Yorkie last week, and I SOOOO wish my husband woulda let me buy the little guy. He looked just like a little stuffed animal. So gorgeous, and sweet, and just beautiful. He woulda been my little baby. I would of named him Bruiser, or something big and bad like that. So sweet that little peanut. I wish. One day tho. One day. I'm off to list more things on eBay. I'm boring.

Fine line here

I still haven't downloaded,(uploaded?,) my pictures from my cellphone yet,(obviously.) I've been telling everyone about McCarthys Sanctuary that would listen. My wonderful happy high of going, and being around that gorgeous panther cub has worn off. Work, and the world has a way of doing that to me. I'm really realizing how happy animals make me, and how I need to be around them to be a happy fulfilled person in my life. It's just the thought of applying for jobs again makes me depressed, and starting over somewhere new, etc. You get the picture. But I think it will really be worth it for me. I mean, I know every job has it's positives, and negatives. I know this. But being around animals really soothes me, and with my anger levels at people, and this world, I need all the help I can get. I don't know where or when I will start applying, but I have to do it somewhat soon. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't spend some quality time with my kittehs, and or some beautiful furry creature. I mean I do spend quality time with my kittehs, but I think I need to feel like I'm helping other less fortunate animals too. (Every single little life counts.) I want to wish this world away, and as much as I love clothes, shopping, shoes, and bags, I wanna go live somewhere where I don't have to be around ugly(as in mean) people ever again. This just feeds my anger,....and I can't help animals which makes me feel frustrated and angrier, and so forth and so on. Yea, you get it. I'm just angry still. I know this. My sweet little peanut, sleeping on the chair here puts me at peace tho. I love her so much, my heart wants to explode. I'm walking a very fine line here,-you know that don't you? I do.