Stood. Up.

Seriously. I got stood up! What the FUCK?!? I didn't pursue this guy, he was totally bugging me into getting together with him asap and I did and he didn't fucking show or answer his phone or respond to the WTF happened to you today email.

In the middle of all this I started an email conversation with this buddhist guy who seems kinda cool and when I got back from being stood up, he said it was "a hoot."

And this national guardsman dude with the one word email responses. It's email. The words are free.

Guys. What the FUCK is wrong with YOU!

Put your seatbelts on...

...it's gonna be a bumpy ride for a while. I've just plunged into the rather alarming world of online dating. Yes, I've dated people I've met online before but I've never joined a dating site. I spent most of yesterday writing profiles for Friendster and Match.com. If you're on friendster, please please list me as a friend?

Anyway, everything was going fine. A couple of guys emailed me. One stopped responding as soon as he saw my photos but oh well, right? He was way way cuter than I am anyway. One seems like he might be a unibomber wannabe and one is a dungeons and dragons sorta geek with kids, and a freakin' republican to boot - says he's a west coast republican, my response was that there AREN'T any republicans on the west coast except for Arnold.

So, I sent several guys winks thinking that in real life basically guys are practically always at least 1/2 interested and look for a physical signal from a girl to see if she is approachable so I was just saying "yeah, I'd talk to you." One guy? Sent me an actual not interested and blocked me from viewing his profile. WTF? He's older than I would be interested in and doesn't have any photos up. I only sent the wink in the interest of casting a wider net and being more open to possibilities. It's not like I'm a freakin' stalker! If you're not interested, just don't respond. Trust me, I'll take the hint.

My brother told me to "relax and have fun with it" but have to say: So. Not. Fun.

Not so bad afterall

The highs:
























and the lows:
























And, I just registered thebloggingdogs.com, tehbloggingdogs.com (thanks mdmh!), thebloggindogs.com and tehbloggindogs.com.

It is gorgeous here today! Fifty-five degrees and brilliantly sunny. Ab.So.Lute.Ly beeutifool!

Almost makes up for the fact that I'm in a bit of a mood.

1. My mother broke her ankle while they were on vacation and is in a wheelchair because she doesn't have the upper body strength to manage crutches. She is kind of making everyone's lives hell as a result.
2. The bird people are not playing well with others. Okay, they're not being nice to me and it's hurting my feelings. CPG and BTD are at the TOP of that list but on the other hand, I just talked to J and the original diva's parents are nesting right now and they are planning on giving me another baby! Now I have to decide if I want a mate for EC or just a buddy or what and I must say it was incredibly heartening that she would trust me with another baby after what happened to the diva. J's kinda always good for a lift in spirits.

Hmm, I thought it was going to be a longer list but really just those two things. Okay. That's not so bad then.

That dog blog thing

So I think I'm ready to do a dog blog redux. Things finally seem done with CPG and since K-FED would never join match.com (I'll explain that sometime, maybe) I'm in need of a PROJECT and the house is actually reasonable to apper on camera so here are our choices:

• creaturecomfortsdogsblog.com
• theofficialdogblog.com
• thebloggingdogs.com
• mydogsphotoblog.com

Vote in the comments and if, when I decide to register one, I discover that it's been purchased I will know that someone reading this stole it and I will be pissed so please don't steal my domain names, k?

I would be worried if Sally had this dream!

Just before I woke up this morning I dreamt that I had to board just the brown dog and the bird for some reason. My parents were still living in their old, kinda nice, house and I was packing things up and writing instructions for the kennel on keeping my animals. Then all the sudden it turned into a dream where I had to spend one night in jail. This was a scheduled thing and only one night. It wasn't a joke, I had been actually sentenced for something I had done and had to spend just one night in jail.

When I woke up I didn't know it wasn't real. Just for a minute but I was so confused for that minute trying to remember 1. when my one night was and 2. wtf I had done to wind up in jail in the first place! But I just took it as TRUTH that I did in fact have to spend one night in jail at some point.

Very strange but my day has been fairly ordinary.

Blogging Inspiration

I just got fan mail. Seriously, I just opened the sweetest card that said I am a neat person and that the writer loves my blog. FUCK, I'm putting a card in the mail to someone right now 'cause you have absolutely no idea how nice it was to go through what I expected to be just bills and junk and find such an absolutely lovely, thoughtful note!

Kenna had a meme the other day:

If there is someone on your friends list or blogroll who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

I love that sentiment as well because there are a LOT of people on my blogroll who make my world a better place and who I would not have met without the web but there's just something about snail mail. 'Course I have not one but TWO snailmailed Kenna cards featured on my fridge so I'm obviously stupendously special but I'm serious that I'm going to pick someone and tell them how much I like them and appreciate having them in my life. An out of the blue affirmation like that? That's powerful.

And I got TWO today! I got the fan mail and then a thank you from J (gave me the original diva) for a basket of stuff I took to her when she had to have a minor surgery a couple of weeks ago. She didn't just thank me for the stuff but also said how happy she is to have met me and that we've become friends.

And, both of these pieces of mail came from strong, intelligent, kind, creative women who I so very much appreciate having in MY life so it really is just the most incredible affirmation. Two people I admire saying that they appreciate me in their lives? Wow!

So I'm having a pretty good day.

EC said "hello" this morning. Yesterday she said, "stop it" which is what I'm always yelling at her when she chews on my fingers when I'm trying to compute. I felt sort of bad that those were her first words so this morning I said "hello" every time she did it and ta da, she repeated it back., thus earning herself a peanut.

There was other stuff I was going to blog but it was basically filler links and shit so this is about it for now. Go write your affirming note to snail mail to someone...now...do it, as Pup would say, comply!

Scratch that

Now my brother is not coming home to take a break. I don't know whether I really am worried about and for him or if I'm just bummed that I won't get to hang out with him.

In the last month he's gone from:

1. moving out of his place and taking the money he'll get from it as a down payment on buying a place in Brooklyn
2. moving out of his place and going to Japan for a year
3. moving out of his place and coming home for a couple of months to figure out what he wants to do and where he wants to be
4. moving out of his place, moving in with a couple of friends in Brooklyn

The only certainty is that he's moving out of his place.

I had to get my driver's license renewed last week:













Oh yeah, and I cut my hair. It looks crazy there 'cause I was running late and didn't have time to mess with it and well, it's a freakin' DMV photo. So far it's gotten very positive reviews. Everyone keeps saying how young and playful it and I guess, by association, I look.

I'm happy with it.

I'm carrying a bit of extra holiday/grief over solo weight. Just ten pounds but my favorite jeans were due to be replaced and were a bit tight so I got a size larger than I normally wear. My thinking was that I need to feel comfortable enough to move around in order to be motivated to lose the extra weight and that a girl should always have a pair of "fat" jeans in her closet anyway. My regular size was a bit uncomfortable anyway during PMS weeks. I don't need to punish myself for having gained a bit. CPG, of course, feels 100% the opposite - that I should have bought a size smaller even to motivate myself. I find that attitude tiresome.

Roomies

My brother has lived in New York since I was a teenager. I talk to him on the phone at least once a week and he was really my only support system when I was dealing with the first of the MS stuff and through some pretty major depression.

All the sudden he has decided he doesn't want to be in New York. He's coming home at the end of the month.

He's kinda going through some stuff and I'm sure you all will understand why we've determined that it will work better if he stays in my spare room instead of at the 'rents.

I have 18 days to turn the spare room back into a bedroom instead of a kennel/aviary.

I want him to feel comfortable staying here even though he's not a big animal person.

I've lived by myself in this place for over a decade. G's lived by himself for even longer.

I can't even figure out whether to put crates in the living room or try to squeeze them in my bedroom. Or, I guess I could stack them in the kitchen? Then there's the bird cage. No more leaving ec loose in "her" room so I can take an afternoon nap.

Anyway, that's what's up with me.

Let it snow...

We've got about an inch on the ground now. My plan for today is remarkably similar to last Saturday since instead of putting up my shelves and organizing all the crap in the spare bedroom/kennel/aviary last weekend, I watched a Clean Sweep marathon.

Yeah, not even I can justify that.

So far today I have organized dog food and treats in the laundry/dog food/utility closet. I have a laundry room!

I had a distressing thing this week. A woman I cyberknow got involved with the evil bird email list where they were apparently discussing So's death. She asked me if she could post about it. I asked her not to. Let those people think whatever they want to. I'm not on that list because those people are unpleasant and negative. Despite my specifically asking her to please just let it go and not post about So's death, she did anyway!

In addition to that, birdwoman sent an email to a guy that CPG knows who lost one of his outdoor flyers when he was hit by a car the other day. The guy really did not want to go public with the information yet, you kind of have to brace yourself for the unpleasant I told you so emails you know you will get. CPG told me about the bird being killed. I told BW about it, prior to her other innappropriate behavior, and asked her to respect the fact that the guy wanted some time before he had to discuss it with all and sundry. Boom she emails him about it.

Since this is an internet acquaintance, I've pretty much decided that I don't owe her any explanation and I just don't want her in my life. I'm sorry that she's so bored that she has to create these dramas but her behavior is innappropriate and hurtful and I am personally trying to cut down on the drama in my life, not create it.

Funny, I had pretty much forgotten about the whole thing until she sent me an email just now.

Anyway, I have now managed to put off today's tasks until afternoon so maybe I better get started? Or take a nap...