What A Way To Wake Up.

We're down to two pets, now. Both outdoor ones. It would seem that the terrible 2008 had to rear it's ugly head again. As I'm sure I mentioned before, the beginning of my year was awful. First my Grandpa, then my best friend- my dog, and now our cat Murphy, who was a member of this family a few years before I was.

She was 23 years old, and she held on as long as she could. Longer than I thought she'd last, actually. And of course this would happen while Mom is out of town. I wish she could have been here because I feel like poor Murphy never really got to be comforted by her momma. She left us sometime early this morning, I think, because I didn't go to bed until nearly 3 am. When I woke up at ten, there she was. In the living room, more or less where I left her when I went to bed.

So what has my morning consisted of? Begrudgingly waking up, hitting the bathroom, and finding the cat. Letting dad know and then standing outside while we dug a hole, and then distracting our dog while he buried her. 

I'll even miss her incredibly loud, I-have-to-pause-my-DVD-because-I-can't-hear-over-her meowing. And feeding her when mom goes out of town, and cleaning the stupid catbox.

R.I.P. Murphy. Maybe now Cowboy will have a friend upstairs.

True Love is Never Having to Say "I'll Do That"

Never knew until I met'cha

how sweet this life can be.

And I'm willing to bet'cha

that it's all because of me.

I know that don't sound lovey,

but I promise that it's true

because without me, honey

I don't know what you would do.

I don't take out the garbage.

I don't cook and I don't sew,

but you can't be mad about it

'cus it keeps you on the go.

And just you think, my darlin',

if I did those chores you asked

you'd have too much time to sit around,

the time would never pass!

You can call me good-for-nuthin'

but babe that just ain't fact.

I let you know when the toilet's clogged

with quite a bit o' tact.

And if the dishes should pile up

all crusted with old food,

you can count on me to warn you, dear,

you know my word is good.

So next time you throw my stuff about

and pack up all my clothes,

you best think twice 'fore you throw me out.

I bet you'd miss me if I go.

True Love is Never Having to Say "I'll Do That" by Sarah E. Thomas is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.

The Good, The Bad, and the Random

Today has been one of those incredibly slow, equally uneventful days. Is this a bad thing? Not necessarily. I haven't had a bad day, per say, but has it been fabulous? Hardly. I suppose you could call it a fair mix of good and bad.

Let me explain.

Bad: I initially woke up in a relatively unpleasant manner - the sound of a horn honking outside my window. I literally shot up and fumbled for my glasses (if I haven't mentioned it before, I'm effectively blind without them) in time to see a car slowing to honk - for the second time - at my dog, Kelsi, who took a moment to study the oncoming car before deciding to amble back up the driveway. After I calmed myself down, I went back to sleep.

Good: It wasn't too hard to fall asleep again, considering (Bad:) I was awake until nearly 5 trying to figure out how to get the header for this blog right. Which, incidentally, I didn't get done until this afternoon. And I slept for another hour or so before waking up again.

Bad: I felt rather ill.

Good: I lounged in bed for nearly two hours, staring at the ceiling, reading, dozing. Which was definitely nice.

Bad: I didn't eat 'lunch' until nearly 6 because I spent the majority of my day waiting for someone else to be hungry. The thing is, my mom was at work and my dad...he decided to sleep more today that I did. I think by the time he got up, I was leaving to get my food.

Good: My food was good. :)

And finally, a double dose. Good/Bad: I got called in to work tomorrow night. Bad because I was looking forward to the day off, and, if my plans pan out, I'll have to cut them short. Good because I haven't worked at all this week so even the twenty or so bucks I'll get from tomorrow night will be twenty bucks I didn't have. And good because, even when I don't feel like going to work, if I've felt bored and unproductive that day going to work actually makes me feel like I'm doing something with  my life. Oh, and (Good:) my supervisor will be back at work next week. I missed her unique sense of humor.

And that basically recaps my day. Watched TV, watched a movie, will probably watch another, and blogged. 

Now, for a more...interesting topic than the above play-by-play of my day.

Illegal Immigration.

Two words, and you've got yourself a controversy. Now, I don't really want to get political. In fact, I've got a separate blog for that. However, I don't think I'm about to be political. I think I'm about to make an observation.

Not too long ago, we got one of those delightful solicited phone calls from who-knows-who. You know the kind, one of those "Are you pro this?" or "Do you think there should be laws for this?" Okay, so here's the question.

"Do you think that there should be a law against illegal immigration?"

Let's think about this. Should there be a law that would make illegal immigration illegal?

Should their be a LAW that would make ILLEGAL immigration ILLEGAL?

I have no intention of getting into what I think, or don't think, or what I believe about it. But come on...you can't word it that way and expect me to not scoff. I'm thinking the simple fact that it's called illegal immigration means that the way in which it was done was not a legal one. So to answer the question...I think there are already laws that make immigration (the illegal kind) against the law. There are ways to come into the wonderful U.S. of A. legitimately. The illegal kind would be the...um...illegal kind.

Who knew? :)

So anyway, that's all I've got for now.