Pets: Sad & Awesome

My Jazzy died a couple of weeks ago. I miss her a lot and it really sucks.

Jazz at the beach in all her doggy glory

Good news is we still have the cat, who I'm pretty sure wants to kill me in my sleep loves me. We were talking about getting her a friend because she seems lonely now. I suggested a kitten and I want to give it an awesome name. Like Ferris Mewler (awesomely named cat owned by the Blogess) or- what my favorite idea was- Captain Amewica (Ah-mew-ick-ah). It's just awesome to say. Our cat would fight for America and kitty justice until he got sleepy.

Captain Amewica!

My husband wants to get an english bulldog but I think they're kind of ugly. I did say though that if we did get a bulldog he had to have a respectable gentlemanly name. Like Sir Winston Churchill. He wants the name Buzz Killington and that is a pretty awesome name, but even if we get one I may still call it SWC if it's a male and something ladylike if we get a female. Like Lady (or Dame)... I haven't come up with a name yet. But it's coming! No need to worry. I don't plan on getting another dog anytime soon. It's the naming part that's fun for me right now anyway.

I'm the Boss!

I almost wrote "the bomb" instead of "the boss". Power trip already...


Like this, except not at all

You know what's weird? Becoming the supervisor for your former co-workers. This shit is kind of freaking me out. I can even sign things now. I know what you're thinking and no, I don't look anything like He-Man (I did have the haircut at one point, however). And I also can't believe they put me in charge of anything. I mean, it's not like I'm going to go crazy and spend money on a bouncy castle (even though it would be awesome) but I still feel weird about it.

I don't think my co-workers know what to think about it either. I'm pretty laid-back like my old supervisor was so that's good I guess. No need to put the hammer down as long as we're all doing our jobs. I mean, we work in an office... The only difficult thing about general office work is to not die of boredom and to not let the IT guys catch you looking up kitten videos or checking your Tumblr (not that I do either of those things at work- oh and check out my tumblr).

On the other hand, we're grant funded and our grant runs out in October. I predict fun trips and bouncy castles in my future...

I'm Tempted... But I Don't Wanna

No matter how much I'm tempted I don't want to read 50 Shades of Grey

You can't make me read this drivel!

And I'll be honest- I'm seriously tempted to read this. It's basically porn in book format. The thing is, my reading time is so limited as is so I don't want to add a book I'm not interested in just because of the hype. Both my sister-in-law and sister have read it and my sis-in-law is desperately trying to get me to read it. My solution? I told her I'd read it if my husband read it first. He never reads books so I should be safe there. But really? I don't pressure other people into reading books I like. I might suggest something but I don't go to the extent of "you have to read this right now it's amazing, I'll never leave you alone until you do OMFG READ THIS!!!" (note the extra exclamation marks for emphasis)

2 words- STOP. IT. I don't wanna! You can't make me read terrible Twilight fan fiction for adults minus the supernatural BS! For now I'm happy currently reading Stephen King and Jenny Lawson. Those are good books. See? That's a good way to recommend a book without seeming pushy... But you should at least read Jenny Lawson's book if you're looking for a laugh.

Spiders are Dicks

If you've ever had a spider wake you up like I did last night you know what I mean. The little shit was crawling on my nose when I woke up.





I'm a dick!

At about 3 this morning I woke up to the feeling like my nose was being tickled. Usually the cat decides she needs to bother me in the morning so I thought it was just her whiskers. I lifted up my hand to shoo her away and instead I find my hand placed on a spider, which I then pulled off me and flung across the room. Somehow my flailing didn't wake up my husband (thanks by the way for sleeping through my horror).

What kind of asshole insect crawls on your face? It's just rude. I don't purposefully go looking for spiders to crawl on their face with my feet... I'm afraid of spiders so I make my husband introduce them to death for me.

This is Where it Gets Sad

I haven't written anything in a while and there's a good reason for that. I'm not the kind of person that wants to talk about sad things and have people feel sorry for me. I don't like to announce when I'm having a crappy day or when I'm sick. I don't want that kind of attention. So I won't feel bad in the slightest if you skip this post.

My grandpa is dying. It's been difficult. He has cancer that is inoperable. On top of that he has pneumonia and an infection that has spread through his entire body. It will be sad for me to see him go but it's even worse for me to know he is suffering. He is in a large amount of pain and can barely move. It's times like these that make me think about how cruel our own bodies can be. It also makes me think of a quote from the book The Fault in Our Stars.

No matter how much we want it to go away or want to ignore it, pain demands to be felt. There is no escape from the pain he's in and it crushes me in a way I can't explain. To see a man I grew up with and saw as someone so strong (almost immortal) struggling to breathe and put on a respirator doesn't seem real. The pain is inside me and I don't want to feel it, but I don't have a choice.

Getting Philosophical

Warning! Ridiculousness ahead!

I have times that I'm amazed at the miracle that is human existence. I know that it sounds cheesy or that I'm high on something (which I'm not, unless you consider peppermint patties a drug) but when you think about it... that we CAN think about it... gets my brain working almost as hard (that's what she said) as when I think about time travel.

The fact that we have come so far into human evolution that we can talk and write and think and just exist is in itself, pretty amazing. Whenever someone has a baby I think about what had to happen for that baby to exist. People had to meet and have sex hundreds and thousands of years back in order for us to exist today. That's a lot of copulation! And now you can take someone's sperm that you've never met and create a baby that way!

I think sometimes about what had to happen in order for me to exist. My Grandpa (my father's father) died when my dad was a boy. If he hadn't died my dad would never have moved away after high school and met my mom and they wouldn't have been married and had me and my sister (who now has a son). A man had to die so I could come along. It's staggering really. It's part of why I believe everything happens for a reason. Something shitty might happen and we may never know why until years later.

So here's to fate, if you believe in it. And here's to the miracle of human existence!