Blogging is fun. The beginning of the school year is not.
- 8/31/2005
This should be a post about how awesome my birthday was. It was a good birthday,
with partying, cake, and cool people. But unfortunately, since my birthday, my mood has dwindled.
My ferret, Noodle, died Monday night. He was my first ferret, and I miss that jumping ball of
energy so very much. He was such a beautiful little guy, and he had the best personality. He
was the one who made me fall in love with ferrets, and for that reason, he will always have a very
special place in my heart (or what's left of it since it has broken in millions of pieces). Having
so many ferrets is a scream for heartache. I'm now down to my 2 girls, and it sucks that I've lost
so many in such a short time: Chance went last October, Roly at the end of June, now Noodle. At
least I had a little buffer after Winkwomp passed on. Death has been such a real part of my life
this year, a rebuilding phase. Learning to cope with the death of my father is the hardest thing
imaginable, but having the deaths of my favorite animals thrown at me isn't easy either. Guess it's
a good thing I have so many supportive people to lean on.
To see my beautiful Noodle, click here.
Will my heart ever heal from all the pain it's undergone?
- 8/26/2005
My birthday will arrive soon. I'll be a year the same age on Saturday. It
is the first birthday I'm facing without my daddy. In some ways I'm excited about this birthday
because this is the first year in probably 5 that I'm actually celebrating. My new friends
wanted to do something special for me, so there will be a party on Saturday. My boyfriend ordered
me a specialty cake, and I'm really excited about it. But still, I know it will be sad when
I don't get those birthday wishes from my daddy. I still miss him so very much...guess I always
will (as is expected). My sister made a new memorial site for him with pictures, poems, etc.
To view it, click
here. On another note, today is my stepfather's birthday. So, I am reminded of his absence
in my family's life as well. Hmmmm, seems to be a depressing time of year...I shouldn't think
like that.
- 8/18/2005
It's that time of year again. I'm going to be too busy to update my blog daily
because of the new semester. That's just how my work goes. But anyway, I had a great weekend.
I went to a show with a friend and my boyfriend, and I had a great time. We stayed the
night in Charlotte, and the drive back was filled with good conversation and pleasant driving
tunes. Sometimes it's just great to get away from the same old grind.
- 8/15/2005
My arms are so sore. My "personal trainer" has me on an exercise regimen, and Friday
we began the toning portion of the regimen. Well, no pain, no gain, right? It's a good thing I hurt,
or the workout would have been pointless. I just don't see how I'm going to be able to lift weights
again tomorrow if I still hurt this badly. Oh the joys of whining!
- 8/8/2005
Look at me procrastinating again. Taking that few days off work to let my little sister
visit is now taking its toll on me. I'm so behind. And instead of doing my work, what am I doing? I'm
updating my blog to complain about how far behind I am. I so need help.
- 8/4/2005
I have a lead foot. It is a quality I'm trying to remedy. It's been a while since
my last blog entry. Well, I brought my little sister up to visit me for a few days last week. It
was fun being with her, although what I have in common with a 13 year old is beyond me. Anyway,
when I took her back to Mom's, I went to visit my friend Kelly. The next day when I was travelling
back to Mom's, my foot got a little heavy. And my bad luck showed a cop behind me with flashing
blue lights. I pulled over and took a few deep breaths. I didn't want to launch into my instinctive
reaction, which would be to cry like a baby. Instead, I calmly spoke with the officer about my
speed and where I was going and why I was in that area. After he checked my record, he let me go
with a warning. I was thanking my lucky stars that he wasn't a trooper because they have no mercy
on the poor leadfoots of America.
- 8/2/2005
