OMG A Post! Excitement!

So I only got three hours of sleep last night before waking up at 4am to open at the gas station. Ok, so I woke up at 4:30. Mmm, sleeping in. Anymore, more on why I was up later. Right now I wanna tell ya'll about what I bought at work. It's one of the new Java Monster flavors from the Monster Energy peoples. Anyway, you guys should know by now that I hate coffee. HATE IT. However, this one (though not yet on the site) is flavored with Irish Creme- without the alcohol. OMG this is crazy bananas delicious. Ya'll just don't know. Go buy some, like right now.
Ok, so the reason I was up all night? I was RPing. Yep. Have I told ya'll that I was doing that? I think I did. Hell, I can't remember anything anymore. Anyway, it's going well. My character sort of has a love interest, but not. We're (me and another player) are trying to push them together, unfortunately, they both have relatioinship issues. *sighs* Stupid complex characters. ANYWAY that's all going well. I think I had forgotten how fun it is to just write with other people. I think it also helps that a majority of us know each other (there are a few players I don't know the true identities of, but that's cool), so we kind of know what to expect from each other. So, good stuff.
Oh, I also wanted to tell you guys about this site one of my mom's friends showed me. It's called Ficlets.com. It's basically like a round robin site where you write a very tiny bit of fiction and then someone picks up after you, then someone else continues from there. It's good for those days when you just feel like you need to write, but can't think of anything. Just write this little bit, and someone else will carry it on until POOF you have a plot :D There's also a thingie on there with ideas to give you "inspiration." I haven't done it yet, but I will sometime. I think you can use your AIM or LiveJournal logins on the site, too. So that's pretty nifty. When I get something up, I'll be sure to post a link so ya'll can add to it :D
Let's see, any other news? Spooky seems to be emotionally damaged. She's afraid of momma's room now- like will run away, mewling, if we put her in there. For those of you who don't know/remember, that's the room Scotty died in. So, take from that what you will. Right now she's up against my arm, demanding love whie I type. She's quite the needy Diva as of late.
She needs a pretty collar. One with a tiny bell on it.
*sighs* Ok, ya'll. I have to go clip and organize some coupons. Then run the dishwasher. All the while trying NOT to fall asleep. *sips more Java Monster*

Post Office Trauma

I just took Yoda for a walk to the Post Office. I was carrying him out and was in the process of setting him down when he decided to JUMP and landed on his head/back.

ON THE SIDEWALK!

He rolled over and then swayed a whole lot with his eyes closed before he came to his senses...then he cried. Loudly. A lot.

A few minutes later and he was fine. Now he's laying in the floor at my feet trying to take a nap, but the fleas keep waking him up. Momma checked him out- he doesn't have a knot or anything and he didn't break any teeth. But ya know, I cried anyway cuz I'm pretty sure I caused him to break something in his head and he'll die before Monday.

I'm not a positive thinker as of late.

Quick Update

So like...I got another call from Possible Employer asking me to set up an interview XD I was confused so I said I could do it next Saturday. Yah, I can be ruttin' retarded when I first wake up. I ended up calling back and ended up making the EXACT SAME PLAN as I did with the guy yesterday. BTW, today's call was from some woman who has like her own office and is in charge and whatnot. I dunno who the hell that guy was. Sooooo tomorrow I have to take Nana to the doctor, drop her off, then skeedattle over to the mall to fill out an app and go through my interview. I feel bad that I'll be leaving Sammy home alone T_T He still shakes if I so much as leave the room to put on pants...then of course since I have on pants, he thinks I'm leaving, so he sits on my foot and trembles.

He's such a drama puppy.

Of morbid facinations and 'possum flingin'

Be forwarned, I'm about to talk about animal death in a non-sympathetic way.

So apparently a baby possum fell into Ozzy's pen last night and died. This is the second time something like this has happened (last time a rat drowned in his water bucket), and it upsets him greatly. He hasn't left his dog house all day. So after dinner it was deemed my job to go get the possum off of his little porch and move it...somewhere. The destination wasn't exactly discussed, just agreed that it needed to be out of Ozzy's area. So I went out, let him run about the fenced in back yard, grabbed the shovel, and made my way to the crime scene. Now at first, we thought Ozzy had killed it 'cause it had gotten in his pen from the tree above- maybe it was going after his food like the birds do. To tell the truth, I was kind of excited that he had killed something. I know, I'm weird, but I like the idea of my pets having a savage side to them; this is part of the reason why I aggravate the crap out of Yoda until he snarls at me. It's just so cute! I also think that "eat your face" dogs are the cutest ever. Ya know, doberman pinchers, rotties, bull terriers, bulldogs in general...you get the picture. Oh by the way, Aarin, what do you think the chances are that we'll run into your neighbor's dog when I come to visit? Anywho...turns out the possum hadn't been torn into...I know cuz I looked. So I guess it should fell from the tree and died when it hit the porch. Poor Ozzy, possums just fallin' out of the sky...

I approached the possum with caution....I was actually terrified that it was playing dead (that is what they do, after all) and was waiting for Ozzy to leave in order to escape. So here I was, weilding a big ass shovel, just waiting for it to pounce. I imagined it lungeing toward me, leaving me no choice but to smack it with the shovel and starting what probably isn't the first ever game of possum baseball. So after wrestling it onto the shovel (it's foot was stuck in a groove of the porch >_<), I then carried it out and stood there, trying to decide where to put it. I opted to fling it onto the embankment. That's right, fling. The poor little thing was send zinging through the air, much like the cows and ducks in Monty Python and The Holy Grail.

I think I'm going to a special hell lol.