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Poor Frank

The guys were playing last night. Frank already got over being sore. Him and Paul were running all over the house last night. The moment Frank yipped, I knew he was going to be sore again.
Sure enough, he is sore today. He is a little nervous about jumping onto the bed and going anywhere else in the house that involves stairs.
Another strange thing is that he has bumps on his backside. He has had these scabs on his back since he had fleas. I put Neosporin on them and they kind of went away. Now, he has a couple new bumps. One of them is a little bigger than the previous ones. I am a little concerned.
Hopefully, I can take him to the vet. I have yet to call them and see how much a visit would be.

Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend??

It does not take expensive things to make me happy. You give me a diamond I look at it like it is an ordinary rock. I do wear the ear rings that grandma gave to me. Not very often though.
Paul and I went and did random stuff yesterday. Nothing in particular. He wants to get me a gift. I only wanted to show him stuff that I like. We went into K Jeweler. Mediocre variety. We went to Samuel's Jewelers. I tried on a couple.
Not much of a sales pitch. The guy behind the counter wrote down the stuff that I liked. There is a sale going on. Isn't there always one at the mall?? I came across this shiny number that you need sunglasses for. It was for a couple thousand. Then we went to Helzberg.
The sales guy knows his stuff and cares a great deal about his product. He gave us a run down on his favorites. I checked out this one that was really heavy and about $9,000. Yep, Caroline went back into her case quite quickly. The guy talked and talked and talked. Gave a run down on the history of the company, warranty, what to look for. I found this fun one called Sophia. The man was obsessed with the "masterpiece" collection. Which is really quite shiny and cut to perfection.
He brought us back to the microscope and showed us the difference between the two rings. Then he showed us how to identify the ring if it were lost or stolen. There are a bunch of tiny numbers engraved on the rim of the diamond. It's probably not called the rim but that's what it looked like.
We went home empty handed. I don't want a diamond ring. We are not even married or engaged. Then I decided to have a little fun at home. I looked at dresses. This crap is expensive. I looked at all the little details for a wedding. Party favors, champagne glasses, pillow for the ring, the candles, etc etc. Where would we get married? I would like it to be somewhere in Washington.
It would be a weird thing for me. I'm not into spending money on things like that. Not only that, it is a religious ceremony. I'm not really a religious person. Though I thought the preacher for Shannon's wedding was captivating.
I don't even know if I would want to get married. If so, I don't know if it would be with him. He does do a ton of stuff for me even though he doesn't have much. He fixed my heater for me. He knows how to landscape. He has had different jobs including one for the government as well as an animal shelter. He will be 28 on the 19th. He has a four year old for a daughter.
It could happen. I have been doing a ton of stuff for the past year that is even out of character for me. This round, I stole some girls boyfriend. But, damn it, she pissed me off, him off, and even bugged Leslie.
The ring, it did thrill me a little. I would rather start with something small. You know what I mean? That way if it does not work out it won't be such a big deal. I told him I like beads. Beads can look pretty. This morning I woke up stressed out. I whisper in his ear, "How about a puppy instead?"

Joke

A man walks up to this lady and says, "I want to get in your panties."
The lady says, "No thanks, I already have an asshole in there."

Lick Lick Lick

Frank has been in the habit of licking his paws. I never noticed until mom was clipping his hair. I have become self conscious about it.
Paul worked at an animal shelter and said that it would be a nervous habit. Leslie said that it could be food allergies. Mom says it could be a nervous habit. Which one would I go with?
I looked online and read about possible allergies or a nervous habit as well. I was thinking of possibly having him wear socks. I pay attention to him. I do lock him up for many hours of the day though. I have been sprinkling pepper on his paws and it works for a little bit.
He also has this thing on his nose. Leslie suggested that maybe his nose is running. I'd take him to the vet but right now, I cannot afford it.
There have been a number of animal behaviour going on around my home. The cats have flocked to my yard and pooped in it. It has got to the point where it embarrasses me when a guest comes over. Now, they are pissing on my home and clawing my house. There is going to be a battle going down. There are going to be many traps and many cats are going to vanish.
There is also odd human behaviour going on. I had already chewed out my neighbor for bringing his dog to my yard. I also had the neighbor across the street get in trouble for animal at large. Someone is still having their dog in my yard. I really better not catch them or their are going to be some complaints filed and there will be fines.
I am getting tired of it. My neighbors are going to hate me. They had been doing things to rack my nerves. I have to clean up after them. These pigs throw their garbage into my yard. They let their little brats play on my property. The animals are completely out of control and destroying my home.
There will be a barrier made along the fence. They will have their yard flooded. Cats are going to the animal shelter and hopefully they put these diseased ridden felines down.
I can understand if things go on every once in a while. Everything has been quite excessive. I am annoyed and things are going to get done about their disregard for others.

Getting All Amped

My stress level has not been high has as it has been. I got that skanky ho out of my house. I don't go to work a little bit later today. I start my training on Tuesday.
Lately, I have been having dreams that are more strange than usual. Twice I have had dreams about David Duchovny. I had a dream about Batman with George Clooney with all of these magazines about the director.
The other day I had a dream about one of my associates being dishonest with his time card. I was so amped about it. I was all like, "I must tell the boss when I see her!" Then I woke up and I was still about ready to tell her. I did tell her about the crazy dream I had.
Then this morning I woke up all stressed out about something that didn't really happen. I had the oddest dream that I was losing gas. I would get up and go to work and have to fill my gas tank and I filled it not too long ago. When I looked at the car, which was something like a Granada, the whole bottom of the car was dripping. There was a hole in the gas tank and somehow I had to get it fixed. I was stressing because it was going to be expensive. Then other people were like, why don't you get another car? I don't want to get another car, my car was just fine. Finally I woke up. Phew, don't need a new gas tank.

Leave It To Me

Happy New Year! Happy belated birthday mom! I want to call but I don't know if you have your cell phone and I don't know if I have Carla's number. I think I do. Now is the time to celebrate people. I think my brave jump had made some changes.
I came into work in my usual manner. Not the one with professionalism where I would wear a suit. I donned a blue wig. That's right. I went out and got a wig and I decided to wear it to work and be called a smurfett. There are a wide variety of people that work and some have pink hair. Why not?
My boss lady had sat beside me after I was on a call. She asked me if I would like to attend retention cross training. Hell yes!! Give me back my anxiety. I'm having a power trip attack here. Guess what, I am getting my position back. Things are starting to look up. I won't even care if I don't have any room mates here at all. Thank God!
So, I was intending on going to the Balcony for New Years. I had sent messages to Athena to find out how much it was. We opted to go to the Busted Shovel. By the time that decision was made, I was dressed like some kind of a raver chick. I had my short dress on with striped stockings and the pink platforms that mom hates to death.
The very moment I opened the door to the biker bar, there were some stunned folks. Somehow, I didn't fit in. I found my sister and we drank some lemon drops, beer, and champagne. What a combination.
My wig would not stay on. I had worn it to work and along with some headsets. My wig was fussed over. There were a slew of compliments. Yes, Idaho, you will be seeing this blue haired girl again soon.
I woke up at the crack of dawn this morning. I cleaned house and drug Paul out of bed for French toast and to run around Wally World.