Bunny Love

Yesterday my dad and I went out and had lunch and I guess it's a good thing we did, because I was sitting straight across from him and noticed that he could only blink from one eye. For a little bit I freaked out that maybe he had a stroke, but other than having the left side of his face frozen he could talk fine. After lunch we went to the clinic and the doc said it was Bell's Palsy. He's now on some super drugs and hopefully it'll clear up in a few weeks. I love how he didn't even seem to notice any of it, the only think he did say was that his eye was bugging him-- like there was something in there, but otherwise he didn't think to go to a doctor or anything. *facepalm* Men.

I've done nothing today and that's fine by me. I've just loafed around and watched tv and movies.

So it's now official that mum and I have two new kitties. Charlie and Lolla have both decided to make themselves at home here. I had to play with Charlie for about an hour today, he's like the Energizer Bunny or something. Mum and I guess that he's still pretty young because he does look bigger than when he started coming around. He even woke me up this morning by just sitting on my bed. I rolled over and there he was. Lolla is a lot bigger than Charlie, not sure if there's any relation between the two of them, but they're just so friendly (and they're neat, they clean up their dishes nicely). Tinkerbell and Moe seem to not really care unless they get in their faces, then it's hissy time.

I got some shots of Lolla a few days ago, her feet are so fuzzy that they look so big.

So. Moe may or may not have decapitated a bird and ate its head today.

How are you? :D

I meant to post this yesterday, but I wanted to say thank you for all of you who commented with concern about Moe. He's fine, his ears did have mites in them, but not too bad. The vet gave him some drops and pills and put flea stuff on him. Apparently the flea drops will kill off the mites, his ears are looking better already.

Mum and I have a small-- two small problems on our hands. The baby skunks? Yeah, they love coming in the house now. Mum went to grab something from the laundry the other day and when she came in there was a baby skunk in the living room hoovering up crumbs. And just today while mum was in the bathroom Tinkerbell came running in and seemed spooked so when mum looked around the corner one of the skunks was heading to the living room and the other one was in the doorway. *facepalm* They're getting too brave. I mean raccoons are one thing, but skunks? If they get mad they'll let you know and the last thing we need is a skunk spraying in here. I guess we'll just have to make sure the door is shut tight all the time.

My mommy bought me a few balls of yarn today and some knitting booklets. <333 Although she says I'm not allowed to buy anymore yarn until I've used up half the stash I have now.

Over the past couple of days Mum and I caught these two raiding the cat crunchy bowl....

Oh, and please note I had the zoom on, I wasn't that close. :P





AREN'T THEY CYOOOT!?!?!?!?!?! :P I've never seen baby skunks this close before.

And saving the best for last...MOE!

I'd just like to thank everyone who sent me their love and thoughts over the past couple of days. They haven't been that great. I honestly thought I had a good shot at it and just felt so right about it. I guess I was wrong to keep my hopes up. Unfortunately the letter they sent was pretty vague, which means that there was nothing specific to as why I didn't get in. I'm going to try and find out why, but I won't hold my breath.

I keep going back and forth between emotions. Part of me is OK and knows I can try next year for the 2009/2010 course. But there's this other part of me that just feels like an utter failure and feels like I've let so many people down. For those of you who have known me on here for a long while know that mum and I haven't had it all that easy over the past few years, so I finally thought this was my shot at moving on with my life. To finally start something new. I partially feel ashamed as well, because I know that all my friends from high school and some co-workers I've know for a few years have gone through school and are now graduated. They're starting their lives and I feel left behind.

I think one of the worst things is that I put so much into this portfolio and tried so hard and now I can't even look at it because all I see at the moment is failure. Yes, I know that sounds a bit over dramatic, but for the moment it's true. I think I just need some time to process and digest it. I know my feelings about this will change in time and I may not be as hard on myself. Hell, it's only been two days.

Having said all this I do have some options. There's a ten week certificate course I can take over the summer that is like a mini version of the course I applied to, but unfortunately I cannot afford to take that much time off of work. I'd loose my benefits and there's no way I'd be able to pay the bills. With mum on temporary disability her income isn't as good as it was and we're barely scraping by as it is. There is one option is to get a loan from the bank, but I don't know if they'd give a student loan that small. The course itself is about $2000 and then I'd need about $1500-2000 for living expenses. I already know I can't get a regular loan because of the one I tried to get a few months ago and got shot down for that. What I may be able to do is do one or two weeks of the ten week course. I have some vacation hours and I can use them to fill the void for a week or two. There is a course I can take in the fall over 8 weeks or something like that, so I already know I'm going to do that.

Dad and I had a fight over it earlier today and I just ended up having a breakdown. Mum had to try and keep me quiet because I was ranting and screaming kinda loud. Dad doesn't get how tight our money is and thinks I'm just making excuses not to do this summer program. I know he means well and he loves me, but he just doesn't understand. He has a habit of wanting to help and give advice, but in the process make you feel like a total shit and failure. We're going to talk and I'm going to try and make him realize that even with cutting costs and everything it's just not feasible with the way things are at the moment. I mean I'll still try, but sometimes things cannot be worked in your favour.

I took yesterday off of work because I just couldn't put on my 'happy face' and deal with customers. I had to go to the mall and mail something and mum took me for dinner at the food court and then some window shopping. We met a nice parrot in the pet shop named Pidge and he could meow like a cat. I think he has an identity crisis.

Speaking of cats there is one little bright spot that happened to mum and me. We got a flier in the mail earlier this week about a new vet office opening up and they were having an open house and giving out free examinations and vaccinations. How awesome is that? Moe and Tinkerbell were due for their shots and we've been worrying about it because we couldn't afford another vet visit and vaccination. I only had to work in the morning so mum (but some god given miracle) was able to get BOTH of them in their carriers and in the car to take them to the vets. How cool is that? Poor Moe was freaked out, but he got his boosters and rabies shot. Tinkerbell didn't get her shots because the vet didn't want to give them to her because her abscess was still healing. She did give her a shot of antibiotics and some more drops to put on to get rid of it. We bring her back in a week or so to get her booster shots and the vet said since we couldn't get the free vaccination today she'll give them on the house next time. Even though I had to pay $80 for a free visit it was still a great deal.

Tomorrow mum and I may see a movie or may not. We're debating between Iron Man or Indy if we do go out.

Tonight I was lazy and mopy and I ordered pizza and watched the first X-Files movie. I hadn't watched it in so long and gah! Love them. It was the first movie I ever saw more than two times in the theatres. And I totally forgot that Locke was in it and went Boom!

I also realized that my birthday is in less than a month. o.O I've been so wrapped up in everything that I'd forgotten. *cough*wishlist*cough*

Oh, and Who would you ship me with?

Moe tried to hump my leg. I'm confused. We were told that he was fixed, but maybe they missed something.

Oh, well... *shrugs*

I haven't done a kitty spam in awhile, so here is some Moe and Tinkerbell from the past few weeks.



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This morning around 8:30 I was woken up to crashing and bouncing and flapping of kitties in the sun room. Tinkerbell had been bringing us birds (tiny ones) the past couple of days so I assumed it was one of those and I hoped I wasn't too late to save it. Both Moe and Tink were behind one of the curtains having fun with a bird, only it was a much larger bird then they normally like to play with. Somehow a Blue Jay (mum and I call them that even if they're technically a Steller's Jay) got into the house. Now I don't know if it came in because it was curious or because Tinkerbell chased it in, my guess would be the latter, but in any case this was not a tiny bird. I tried to catch it but the poor thing was just flapping around scared shitless. Finally it settled on top of a small lamp that is above our kitchen sink and proceeded to leer at everyone (can you blame it?). Tink tried to get it again but didn't have any luck so she lost interest, Moe just kept staring and trying to get up there so I had to wait until he felt the need to move along. After some minutes of waiting Moe lost interest and moved onto eating. The bird wasn't moving a muscle so I thought it may be hurt, but when I went up to it moved it's head to look at me. This following one sided conversation then proceeded:

Me: Okay, I'm just going to throw this tea towel over you. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to help.
Jay: Bite me
Me: Okay, here we go. *grabs tea towel*
Jay: I dare you to try
Me: *freaks out* So I'm not going to throw this on you. Can I pick you up?
Jay: Hell no.
Me: *thinks*

Hell if I'm going to handle this thing, it could really hurt my hand with that sharp beak. After a few minutes of brain storming I get the broom and poke it with handle. That seemed to work. :D It flew out of the kitchen window and seemed fine, well except for being harassed by two cats and stuck in some strange house.