Today

Apr. 4th, 2012 08:41 pm
xhesika: (RedBaron)
They came back, thankfully I haven't seen much of them.

So the cat. When we had talked to them on the phone about their cat, Tucker, they had said that he had cataracts in one eye. I did a little research and found that cataracts in cats are not common and are caused by infections. Seeing as how Tucker had a raging infection for a year prior to us moving in that was leaking from his jaw out his eye, I assumed that he got it because of the infection. Cataracts aren't contagious, so I'm not worried about Persephone too much. We had still planned on taking her to the vet in a week or two to make sure.

So they get here and basically we get that they never took Tucker to the vet and decided that they assumed they were cataracts. Because if you're bringing a sick cat into contact with another cat its best to assume that they don't have anything contagious, right? Its not like Persephone already caught diseases from their cat.

o wait.

Thankfully, I have a job now and it won't be like before their trip when I was stuck here all night with them in the house. Persephone has already shown distaste with everyone who has returned so she'll most likely be keeping to the room here, which is good because I keep her food in here and there's an adjoined bathroom with her litter there. So we can spend time in here together and it encourages her to snuggle up with Robbie and I at night.

On the non-writing side, I've been sleeping a little more and re-reading a few books. I'm thinking of pulling out Sailor Moon and watching all 200 episodes over again, dubs and subs, someone on Tumblr mentioned that they found it helped with optimism. I haven't pulled out the games, but as I recall I have an entire village of gay lumberjacks on the Sims.

I still don't really feel like talking to anyone, luckily my job leaves me on my own most of the time, and Robbie's been very cuddly and supportive otherwise.

Adding to the list of people I'm disappointed with in my life, I know she didn't mean for it to happen, and I'm sure that it slipped out, but Samm told my mother I was moving back to Ohio. I'm not thrilled.

I'm waiting for a callback from Kerry, I need to set up something with her on a private pay basis at least until I can get the insurance fixed.
xhesika: (RedBaron)
I'm about to give Persephone a bath.

She doesn't know whats coming.

the vet

Sep. 17th, 2011 03:24 pm
xhesika: (cereal)
Robbie took Persephone to the vet today, we had gotten a little worried about her after she stopped with hairballs and started with straight up bile. The result is a bottle of kitty steroid pills and a special brand of food we need to switch her to, I also need to pull out the cat grass. This also leads me to something slightly more troubling.

The cat that lives here with Rob's parents, Tucker, has been in need of going to the vet for a while now apparently. His mother dropped the story several times about how last Christmas she wanted his dad to take Tucker to the vet because Tucker was obviously having pain in his jaw and cried when he yawned. Of course the story with him now is that he's missing most of his teeth and is really only eating wet cat food.

But that isn't the issue. The issue is that we highly suspect he has cat herpies. Meaning Persephone will be staying FAR away from him until he's checked. I swear to god, if she catches them from him...I don't even know.

Bombing the room atm, I'm really REALLY tired of being eaten up by spiders. Rob picked up some bug bombs and I am locked out until six.

Spazz

Sep. 13th, 2011 11:09 pm
xhesika: (Utena)
I have been one lately. Most prominently with the whole issue of the kids. Seems like the calm I try so hard to keep is just getting shaken up.

Yesterday was a [very] belated birthday celebration-y thingy for Robbie, and we ended up going over to see the kids. I got to show Andrew how much progress I made in Minecraft (I got even farther after.) and got to say hi to Ryan before we left.

My parents and Samm come tomorrow. I can't cry in front of them, just can't do it. Of course when planning things to do for the day I couldn't help but freeze a little. There really isn't anything out here. Robbie and I have seriously gone out to Summerset Mall to play on the moving sidewalks before.

Idk, we'll just play it by ear.

Persephone is allergic to flea collars and waterless bath.... Her neck is healing from the reaction, I'm keeping her pretty pink collar off for a little so that she can heal up properly, but I'll probably put it back on her for tomorrow.

I'm coming to terms with the idea that Robbie's dad doesn't mean to be an ass, he's just too doped up to know better. Of course the surgery that could save his life he won't get, and my prediction of him being 100% wheelchair bound by next summer is looking like I should have bet money on it, and a large amount. At this point anything he says or does should be immediatly discarded. Still, it was weird for Robbie to say something in the car with a grimace and me justify it. Used to be the other way around.

I think I may waste the night watching remastered Utena.

Persephone

Aug. 15th, 2011 12:55 am
xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
has been drinking a lot of water. I know the dish we used to have was considerably larger than this one, but still, I'm refilling this every night and then she goes and guzzles as much as she can down.

So I did some research and it looks like it could be cause by some serious problems, anywhere from a UTI to kidney failure to diabetes--which I am NOT okay with. Of course when I talked to Tammi about it she brought up that it could be stress related and diet changes and the like, which isn't too far fetched, the past two weeks is the first in a long time where's she's--we've lived in one place. I noticed her coat is looking more brown than usual and her tail isn't as fluffy as it used to be, so the stress is definitely there.

Of course Robbie and I can't afford to take her to the vet just yet, but as soon as we can i want to take her for a check up, it'll be the place she went to when we first got her as a kitten too, so that will be nice. I just hope we don't get some awful news, I don't want to lose another cat.
xhesika: (tealfashion)
It was the last dream I had with him in it that I am certain it was him:

It was an obstacle course of sorts, we were rushing through a sort of underground tunnel with a handful of wooden stakes that we were pushing into holes in the ground. almost like a mine shaft really. we come across a wild pig of sorts, and his first argument is that it's dangerous and needs to be killed, but i want it as a pet, so he allows me to take it in, and we finish the race in 2nd or 3rd place. i don't remember which.

Then, one I had before the break in:

I feel asleep very briefly, and I was being attacked by a monster. a zombie looking thing was trying to eat me, and Morpheus was rushing over and screaming for me to wake up, trying to pry her off of me.

He looked just like Van Dean. I woke up and after that I didn't have a dream with him in it. I almost worry that he got hurt? They're only dreams though, but I still have to wonder. He didn't show up for any of my nightmares in the past week, he might have been there for all i know, he's taken other forms before, and now that I think about it I really do think he was there, just choosing not to make himself known.

The most recent:

A man covered in a burlap robe has two brown paper bags, and is in my back yard. He beckons me over and I look into one of the bags and there's penny! I pick her up out of it in a fit of smiles and laughs and snuggle her close.

I think that was Morpheus. I haven't dreamt since.
xhesika: (tealfashion)
Was nothing short of a nightmare, and it looks like its going to bleed into this week.

My house was broken into on the 21st, my family was out of the state for that whole week. The computers were stolen and even though they decided to tear out the speakers, headphones, keyboards, and microphones, they decided that they should just take all the jump drives that had Artemis saved on them. I still have Ritzko, I suppose that's a blessing in disguise. Luckily I had emailed most of Artemis Book 1 to myself to read at work, so I will only have to rewrite the last chapter and the afterword.

I managed to get through work without breaking down in front of my coworkers, but to tell the truth I did have a patient that I found crying at 5 am and I ended up sitting with him and bawling my eyes out right next to him.

My boss has been amazing through everything, however I haven't told her yet that Robbie and I do plan on moving back to Michigan. We're waiting on his job to transfer and we've worked the budget to allow us to live on his salary alone for as long as we need to (while I'm unemployed). I have only told one of my coworkers what happened, and only because she had her house broken into last summer and I felt was the only one who really understood what I was going through. The others know nothing, and I don't plan on telling them anything until I leave, if then.

I stayed at Tammi's house one night, I'll probably do a lot of crashing there this coming week, what was a 6-day stretch of time off has become an 8-day stretch because guess what? To top off the week, Robbie's grandmother passed this morning around 4, and the worst part is that I don't have the strength to cry anymore, even when something really warrants tears. I know how close he was to her, when he said she was back in the hospital with her usual UTI CHF, I figured she would be right as rain and back home when we moved up there. So I work tonight and took vacation for the next two days. Hopefully I can pick up some time around the hospital in the stretch to save up money.

Penelope is still missing, and her sister is all out stressed and lonely now. She cries a lot, can't keep down food, I'm worried about the both of them. So we're taking Persephone up to Michigan with us for the funeral because we don't want to leave her alone for too long, she snuggled up to me for most of last night. I have faith still that we will find Penny, the biggest reason being that we have posters all over the damn place that offer a reward of $100 for her return, along with a picture of her. To be honest, she should be easy to spot, her fur is longer than any other stray, and her coloring is rather unique. It makes me feel better when I see people I've never met combing the area for her, calling out for her, $100 is a small price to pay for her if it gets her home. I know Robbie is lonely without her.

One of the only good things that happened this past week was when my sister came home from vacation and set right all of the mess between me and my parents, she then proceeded to buy me a new laptop, which I am typing this on right now. I'm in the midst of recovering my lost music, but it looks like I may have to wait a bit to get my Sailor Moon replaced, which kinda sucks because I could really use a good laugh right about now. Artemis Book 1 is in its own little folder on here, but I haven't put much work into finishing it yet. I'm still a little numb from the whole experience.

I guess I should start getting cleaned up for work? I have a few hours still, but there is packing to be done if I plan on leaving in the morning for Michigan for the funeral.
xhesika: (Default)
The house was robbed and they took my computer and flash drive.

I came home ALONE to everything gone and turned up-side-down. I have the first 50 chapters on my e-mail, but unless by some miracle we find they tossed a drive somewhere...I will either give up on Artemis or start the last 25 chapters from scratch. I don't even know right now.

To top it off one of the cats got out, she's still missing, and she's afraid of everything.

I'm at my parent's right now, they're away on a family vacation, and when I called them to ask them for help, I was met with no support at all. After talking with Robbie we decided that the best thing to do would be to save up enough to get us back to Michigan with his family. They immediately offered us a place to stay while we got back to our feet. Robbie is working on getting his job transferred, I would be starting from scratch with my school loans to pay...of course he keeps telling me that he'll support me for as long as he has to, even if I never go back to work.

All the sweet things make me cry even more.

At least I get internet on my phone, so my email is raintree.willow@gmail.com, my phone number is 614-580-4551. Text, call, email. It makes me even sadder that most of the people that I've been there for here aren't there for me. I'm lucky to have friends who live far away that I email, who listen to me, but I don't think I'll ever stop crying.

I feel like I'm living that moment of coming home over and over again.

Don't comment on here, I won't be checking my LJ for a LONG while.
xhesika: (bambi)
I got the call back from the lady in Pickerington, my appointment is next Wednesday at 4-430. Hopefully she'll be able to give me some insight to all of these dreams.Of course I would be the mumbling idiot that she wouldn't be able to understand on the answering machine.

Robbie and I have noticed recently that Persephone is getting really, really FAT. We thought originally that Penelope was the pig, but we seem to be sorely mistaken. I personally believe it was all the canned cat food that we bought; I had planned to save it and give it to them only as a treat and then I found out that Robbie had been giving them a can EVERY DAY WHEN HE CAME HOME FROM WORK. LOL. I can't be mad at him really, but no canned cat food for kitties for a long loooooong while. He of course believes that Persephone's been eating too much chicken. She does get into the trash sometimes (trash that is waiting for Robbie to take out), and I've been eating her favorite hot chicken wings...

So Persephone is all round and fast and adorable, I would have never thought such a fat kitty would be able to run so fast.

I worked last night and I'm back for one tonight and another tomorrow, then I get to prepare for a 4-day 12h shift stretch followed immediately by a 8h shift, but this should put me on a nicer rotation where I'll be able to spend Samm's days off with her, and I'll be able to spend time with Robbie as well now that he's gotten his days off switched. Plus I'll still be getting weekend night shit pay, which makes up for about $250 of my paycheck alone. I really like the floor after the acuity of winter, the people on the floor are slowly becoming the more independent sort, and other than a few depressing stories, they're really nice and make me feel happy to go to work.

Of course I still need to get started on this whole book publishing thing, the only trouble is that I can't seem to get into Ritzko enough to edit it, and in the end I may just end up giving the file to Samm to look at, she's pretty much taken over the whole Artemis project anyways (we've made amazing progress on it, she's read and edited everything up to chapter 50 without that chapter obviously).

And I think I want olives right now, my supply is getting low, I found a store that will allow me to buy big black olives with pits in large amounts and I need to go get some more sometime soon.
xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
“Aren’t you the guy who was pointing a gun at me yesterday?”

“Thanks for reminding me how mean you were to me. I really hope you aren’t like that to all of your guests, you won’t have many friends for very much longer.”

Robbie brought an air conditioner back from Michigan when he went to see his parents, I was glad he was able to get up there to visit, he's been wanting to see how his grandmother was doing. We got it set up in the office because we were worried about the computers overheating, now the cats spend all their time in here and I'm thinking they like it more than we do. I closed off the windows in the rest of the upstairs and set up the fans to create one cold airflow.

I don't go back to work until Thursday, so I have some time to get some writing done, but I'm more worried about getting Chapter 21 fixed up before I get it posted, the time doesn't flow as well as I want it to...I think. It could just be another one of those chapters that I've read over so many times that the problem gets glossed over by my disinterest. Kyle's been living with his mother for the last few weeks and I haven't seen him much because of it. I was waiting for a day or two that I could have him over to take a look at a few parts, but I haven't had much time off. I might give him a call today to see about doing something tomorrow.

I wonder if he would be opposed to taking a copy and a few red pens to a tea house instead of sitting around at home.

I had a slightly disturbing dream last night. Rather yesterday. I was napping before going in to work last night and the dream time seemed considerably longer than what time actually passed. Which for me, my dreams usually seem to be brief and scattered. I haven't had one like this in at least two years. It was the usual for the way it used to be, giant maze-building of some sort and me trying to find someone.

But it was the same person that used to appear in my dreams, I've never come in to contact with this person in reality, and to be quite honest he is who I based the character Caspius Van Dean on. In this instance it was a building that was nearly identical to the new COSI, except there were no exhibits and large black curtains were drawn over the doorways of where the exhibits would have been to block off construction.

There are 4 floors to the building itself, but without a key-card you cannot reach the 4th (in reality), it was my task to reach the top without a key-card. So I was running all over the place trying to find a fire-escape to the top, or to find a ladder on the outside. I was feeling downhearted when an old lady comes out of nowhere (its ALWAYS an old lady or crone in these types of things, right?) and says, "In all of this did you ever consider the scaffolding of the construction?"

So I go behind one of the black curtains, and first I'm worried about being stopped by one of the workers, but they don't even bother with me they're too busy with welding random stuff. And for even more reassurance I get this image of the one I'm looking for giving the order to not "hinder" my arrival. So my trek becomes a maze of scaffolding and catwalks until I finally find the right ladder and push through a door on the ceiling.

Above its all white and he's there waiting for me. But he used to be menacing, he wasn't this time. He still had his smirk, and was as presumptuous as ever, but it wasn't the same thing that turned every dream into a nightmare before. I don't remember what was said, but I woke up just as I was about to start asking questions.

Which sucked, because I can never get back to that spot on my own. I used to be really good at controlling where I went in my dreams, but I could never get back to him in them. Still can't. And I would like to, just to ask some questions, see what he says.

ANY-who, I wonder if there's any meaning to it. Maybe that I shouldn't eat so many cookies before I go to sleep...

...On second thought *eyes cookies*...


xhesika: (Default)
I would have been there later had Robbie not come to save the day. Tammi completely loves him now and wants him to transfer to our store, but I don't think that would work because he is in the middle of moving up at his store.

Tonight I was in the back room because we have the big guys coming in tomorrow to do the whole "SOE" test. I have no idea what it stands for but I got the impression that it meant the place had to be spotless. Shawn was on register and for some reason had Tammi's card, which he used to Manager Void and then ring up something. Manager Voids are only used to give money back to customers, so in essence he was caught stealing. When asked about the void he blew up at Tammi and left. 30 minutes to close we realized exactly what he had done. Nothing.

Everything that was supposed to be done at various times of the night at 10, 10:30, 11, and 11:30 had not been done at all. To top it off when I was covering the register after he left, all hell broke loose in the back. Tammi was having a panic attack of sorts and I told her I would call Robbie to have him pick me up later so I could stay and try to get the place under control. Robbie did one better and offered to come in straight from his work to ours to help.

Its never supposed to happen, but we were desperate, if he hadn't come in like that we would have been there to 4, he polished every bit of metal in that place, and helped with the dishes. I'm supposed to explain what happened to George tomorrow, I'm keeping the whole Robbie bit out of it unless he brings it up, I assume Tammi will mention something about it, she wanted me to talk to him about having Robbie pulled to us, but with Robbie moving up I don't know that it will work like that.

In other news I got to hang out with Alice last Saturday, we went to the Art Festival at Dodge park and saw Rod, the guy from Drake's party who passed out drunk and got his toenails polished. His toes are still silver and he painted this amazing angel on one of the open canvases that were set up all along the river. There was public break dancing too, which surprised me. There was a Chipotle stand too, and they had everything.

The kitties are doing fairly well from their surgury, we attempted to take thier cones off but the incisions immediatly opened up so we had to get paper sutures for them, luckily my mother has that shyte all over the hiouse so she brought some over with Leslie earlier today.

I really need to update more, walls of text are getting boring.
xhesika: (Mr. Flake)
Because I apparently have found favor with the upper circle.

We got the kitties fixed, they have their little cones on now because they got the dissolving stitches, the incisions are looking pretty clean though, we just got them done on Friday; they went in at 7 and came home all sorts of drugged up at 3. I have no idea what kinds of drugs they were on but it was hilarious.

While they were gone I was doing some hardcore cleaning, in the process the shower curtain fell down. I had originally thought that it was a tension rod, however with the amount of drywall that came down with it made me a little leery. The curtain was held in place by a small plastic peg that was on only one side of the curtain and pushed straight into the drywall. The hole isn't too big, but its big enough for me to not want to mess too much with.

But the thing is that there is no 2x4 behind the peg, and whoever put the rod up had to know this because of the type of peg that was used. So there's a hole in my bathroom wall. I called the landlord and let him know, however he and his wife keep insisting that there was a 2x4 behind it, I am just waiting for them to come over and look in that hole, look at the peg and then see who lied to who about it. Whoever even chose that plastic peg for the job knew there was no 2x4.

As if that wasn't enough, the night after I reported the hole the water heater died. All my gas bills are paid up through the next month, and the flame in the furnace is on, so I know it isn't me. We believe the igniter on the furnace has gone bad, however the landlord was unable to get out here and probably won't make it out here until tomorrow.

Other than that things are peachy, my friend Alice called me earlier, we kissed paintings when we were in high school together, she was at the party the other weekend and we exchanged numbers to hang out sometime. The party was pretty fun, it was for my friend Drake who has now left the country to go to Germany for the Air Force I believe. Nice vodka, delicious cookies, and a bunch of really cool friends I hadn't seen in a while.

I did get a small laugh out of the fact that my ex was there, and an even bigger laugh that he must have recognized my Robbie because he got up the instant Robbie sat a few chairs away. Of course he never had the balls to say anything, then again I have way too much fuel if he did.

I am tickled pink at Robbie, I noticed the other day (as he was carrying the couch over his head) that he's gotten in very nice shape. He has a really sexy athletic build to begin with, but apparently in the hour that he waits from when he gets home to when he has to pick me up, he does nothing but lift weights, sit ups, crunches, and push ups. I had to have him show me his bicep before he did anything else, I can't believe how fast he was able to get back into shape. He said something before about being able to carry an absurd amount of boxes at work, but I didn't really think about it, he was really always stronger than average.

Anywho, we are going to grab some nummies. I should update this more often, hopefully my internets do not die so soon again.

kittys!

Jul. 17th, 2009 04:15 am
xhesika: (AMG)
oshit, Penelope is fucking crazy.

We have got to get our cats fixed. She goes into heat so much more than her sister, she's got a boyfriend who comes to see her everynight and they have window sex. She rubs all over the glass and gets these sad little eyes. Then Robbie chases off the male.

She likes to steal my pillows on occasion and  play with my hair, but sometimes she'll burrow down in the blankets next to me. She's been using a small shelf unit as her command center and she scales it everynight to take in her surroundings.

Persephone is her usual crazy self, she's become attatched to this little box that she can barely fit in and found her old collection of wine corks that she loves to roll around. Then of course there's her litter fettish. She plays with it all the time, she'll try to cover everything in it that her sister makes and then follow her sister and scratch the floor around her. She still likes to snuggle between Robbie and me at night and wakes me by licking my nose. Apparently its not supposed to be so dry.

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