I love...

my little opossum girl. She is the sweetest thing, EVAR. I love it when I pick her up and she makes her little happy chirpy sounds. I love it when she curls up in my hand and washes her little face. I love it when she chews her back toes... her back feet look like hands (did you know opossums have two opposable toes?) I like feeding her baby banana food with a spoon. I love how she creeps around all the time, regardless. Naming her "The Sneak" was so appropriate. I love it when she looks up at me and sniffs towards my face. I love it when she curls up and looks comfy in my hands and yawns really big. I love the way, (when she walks around on me), she grabs my finger with her tail. She has wrapped it around my heart, also. I am totally smitten with a opossum. 😍

grumblecakes

So I'm just sitting here typing away and listening to Scooter rip up paper in my bedroom floor. I have a bag of paper I'm just gonna recycle anyway and so when he's in here with me and bored he shreds it all up for me (in quite a ferocious manner). He does his job well - he makes it a point to tear it into teeny tiny little pieces. 😂 ... He's such a good boy. On his break time he stops to chew the tags on his collar. Just stop for a moment and imagine how stupid that looks. Truly - he makes it look more dumber. Not to mention he seems to be able to chase his tail indefinitely. That thing is always following him. *shrugs* Go figure.

So yesterday when I got up I realized that one of the hermit crabs was missing. One of the large ones. Me and Nick searched and searched for him before we had to go to work, but could not find him. We looked for him later that afternoon, too, to no avail. This morning when I got up to make my rounds taking care of all my sweet-sweets I decided to glance over the floor just in case. Well, there he sat. Guess where. You'll never guess. He was under the Christmas tree of all places. I guess it's about time someone around here besides Shadow gets into the Christmas spirit. 😁

Well, this blog is pretty pointless I guess. I'm only writing to relieve some stress, I think. Yeah, I'm pretty stressed out. I'm broke-ass which is no good considering Christmas is upon us. Not that I really ever go out of my way to do anything other than get Shadow presents from me, (and Santa, of course), but I'm just saying. I do have money put back for two pretty important things and I'd be doing good if I could (in good conscious) let myself use it, but I can't. 😕 I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be in this situation if work would stop shutting down for a week at a time, but hey, on the flip side I really enjoy my time off.

On top of that we DESPERATELY need a fence around our yard. That wouldn't really be a problem if my income tax money wasn't already spent, but unfortunately it is. But about the fence... did I mention we need one BAD? There are some un-used railroad tracks behind my house which are being converted into a walking trail (as if enough people don't walk down them already). Anyway, when people walk down these tracks they usually just walk all through my yard as a shortcut to wherever they happen to be going (whether we're outside or not). It sucks. I don't like the idea of letting Shadow out to play with strangers helping themselves to my yard... that just doesn't seem safe.

Also, I need to let Scooty out to play sometimes... he just has so much energy, but we live so close to the road that I don't feel safe letting him off his leash out there. AND... people are just helping themselves to my yard work and pecans... that's just not cool. I know it's obvious someone lives here. ... I got an estimate on a fence today... the guy told me $5000.00. I'm going to see if I can get a lower estimate from somewhere else, but I dunno how all this works, really. Either way I don't have that kind of money now nor do I see it happening in the near future. Maybe I should just ask Santa to bring me a fence. I've been good this year. 😟

Anyhoo, yeah, so there's more stressing me out. I found this thing that I really, REALLY want to do, but I don't know if I can. I want to go back to school... but I'm afraid the program I want to get into won't accept me. I have no idea when I'll find out, either. I've considered going into this on and off for years and have just now got the balls to go for it. I really hope I don't fall flat on my face. I would be so sad and not for my face. 😕 Oh, and did I mention we have no heat in the car? Yay for shit because it happens.

Well, I suppose that is all for this time. Until later...

ROBO HAMSTERS: Meet Smurf and Smurfette

ALSO... we got these little guys, too. They are Roborovski Hamsters, called "Robo" for short. They are the smallest in the hamster family and also the friendliest. They're as big as they're going to get except for maybe a little fatter. They are EXTREMELY fast... it's like they fricken' teleport or something. We lost one shortly after we got him home... but we found him (thank goodness). They are just darling... I want to eat them like candy! I let Shadow name them, hence the weird names... but at least Smurf and Smurfette kind of fit because they are so tiny... (though we have no idea the sex of either... no one could tell us.) *shrugs* Anyhoo, here they are. 😍

Yes, her name is "The Sneak"

So if you've been paying attention at all you know I got new fuzzies today. This blog is about The Sneak, our new little short-tailed opossum. She's four weeks old and SOOO precious. Some of my pics are blurry... I don't know if I've lost my touch with a camera or what, but some of them turned out good. Here you go!

This is her (from underneath), in the carrier we brought her home in.

This is her in her new home; she found the toilet, LOL...

Cuddling with me. 😍

She's barely a handful.

I'm SO in love!

We didn't notice until we went to pick her up today, but she was the only one with a pink tip on her tail! What a doll! 😍

Andy

Andy. That's what she called herself when talking to herself. Andy... yes, Andy. That was a good name. No one else called her by that name. Truly, it didn't matter to her what she was called; as long as she knew that she was being addressed, she'd answer. What's in a name, anyway? Eh, what does it matter?

Different names suited her at different times... sometimes she looked or felt like another name would suit her better than what she was given at birth. Why must she remain one person all the time? When she was a child she was called many things. One thing in particular that stuck in her mind was "Beautiful." Yes, she was Beautiful at one point in her life. So much so that she wouldn't answer to anything else

Long ago she grew out of that. It's sad, really. She wouldn't answer to Beautiful now if you yelled it in her face. Who has she become??

Me

I'm falling in love with the trees...

So yesterday was the Fall Festival at Shadow's school... it was pretty fun. I forgot to bring my camera in with me so I missed a few good shots - such as Shadow and his teacher climbing up and then sliding down a GINORMOUS blow-up slide together, or him pitifully attempting to play golf. Yeah, I can promise you that kid is no Tiger Woods... 😂

Lately I'm finding myself attracted to trees. Not like I'm becoming a tree-humper or anything; I just absolutely love the way they look. I don't know if it's the season or what, but I see so many that I think are positively gorgeous - whether they've changed colors, lost their leaves, or not. Maybe I'm just now beginning to pay attention to them...

Scooter's been doing a weird / funny thing lately... he chases his tail A LOT... it's funny and stuff, but he's pulling all the hair out of the end of his tail. It doesn't look very good... it makes my butt cringe. 😬 Also, he's turning into a little man-dog... he's all picking up his leg on the occasion when he pees... it's so cute, but I don't even know why he bothers. He's so short he can't reach anything other than the ground anyway. Oh well; I feel him. I don't let my height stop me from doing whatever I want to do, either.

Anyway, well, I've gotten lazy... no, that's not it at all - rather, my attention has shifted temporarily from my writing to finding a new fucking job. (No worries, though - there WILL be more to come). I've been saying for the longest time that I was leaving the place I currently work... but I never have. There were a few reasons for that, but here are the main two.

1) I have thought on and off that the company was going to actually be successful somehow and that I should stick it out, and 2) I wanted to get my two years of experience in since this was my first job out of college. No one seems to really want to hire people without experience, (not in my field, anyway). Well I've got my experience and I'm dead serious this time. I've been looking hella-hardcore (yeah, I made that phrase up; you can use it if you pay me 😝) and I'm not stopping until something comes of it. I hate to admit it, but I'm completely miserable working at that place and life's too short to be spent being miserable. There are a LOT of things that factor into that, but I'm not going into it right now.

SO... what's going on will all of you peoples? A small percentage of my friends blog so I don't have a clue what's going on with yas. Speak up, damnit! I love you! (But not as much as trees.)  😉

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