Sadness...

We had some sadness in our house this evening.

LDs, when we adopted two more members into our family two years ago, I was very not ok with the idea, but Mr Realist insisted. He wanted rats. He did his research and learned about them and found a rat breeder and we bought sisters Bonnie and Sally.

Bonnie has always been the more aggressive of the two, kind of like a big sister. Sally was content to let things be as they were. They didn't bite, like Trixi did (bitch). They were relatively socialized, unless you had flavors on your fingers. :)

But within the last week, Sally has developed a breathing problem. We did some research...and ratties are susceptible to upper respiratory infections. She hasn't been eating the last couple of days and she's been wheezing. She fell from the middle level of their cage, and wasn't doing so well. Mr Realist held her, and she calmed down, but she was kind of dragging her back legs a bit. She was still moving her tail and back feet though.

Mr Realist put her back into the cage, and Bonnie curled up around her. Sally was restless. She kept moving around, and suddenly we heard a loud thud. She'd fallen from the top level where their bed was and was in the bottom of the cage.

She wasn't moving. Mr Realist picked her up, and her eyes were closed and she wasn't breathing. She never did.

We found a box, wrapped her in a towel, and she's buried out in between the small maple trees at the back of our yard.

LDs, I was not thrilled to get rats when we did.

But we're both going to miss her. Bonnie's already searching the cage for her.

I cried as I held her final resting place as Mr Realist dug the hole. He spent about ten minutes in the bathroom after we were done.

We'll miss you, Sally.

~~

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.

There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.

His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.

Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Anonymous

Positive...

Mr Realist said something to me last night that I've been bandying about in my brain most of the day.

"When something comes up, you automatically go to the worst possible scenario."

Yeah...so I'm not disappointed when it does happen, and if it doesn't, it makes it that much sweeter.

But he's got a point. I think if I could open my head and put a lump of coal in there, in about three days, I'd have the Hope Diamond.

So. I'm trying to make more happy posts. I've noticed that I'm pretty reliable when it comes to Bitch and Moan Monday, but not so much any other time. I'm formulating a plan here, LDs. Next postie?

"DOH!"

And it's funny. Or it'll make you groan out loud.

At least, I think it is and will.

Just you wait.

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

One more day
Ms Dreamer

This Sucks...

***Warning: the F-bomb will probably be liberally used in this post. If this offends you, I am sorry.***

You know, I fucked around WAAAY too much in college. I was away from family and friends I felt comfortable with, and I fucked around and screwed up the entire rest of my life. I'm miserable.

I should clarify. I'm miserable with my job. I'm partially thankful that I do still have a job. Hear me out:

We're all required to take ten days of furlough (unpaid vacation) by the end of October. Great. Fine. Wonderful.

I've been off all this week, fully intending to get some stuff done around this house. I've done none of it. Spare room still looks like we let a pack of hyperactive racoons in and shut the door. Nothing has been moved around or gone through or even looked at since I got back from Camp on Sunday (note: we spent the whole weekend at Camp Ondessonk, and God help me, I miss Southern Illinois). I had a Pampered Chef show on Wednesday evening, and we went out for our 4th anniversary on Thursday night (I love you, Mr. Realist. More than you know).

I'm going to backtrack just a smidge. I've been on high blood pressure medication for about the last six years or so. I'm a bit (yeah...shut up... a LOT) chunky around the midsection, and I'm quite sedentary (triple word score) if I don't have anything better (than playing on Facebook or reading or writing - which I'm not doing much of, or going through Pampered Chef stuff) to do. I'm on some serious drugs for it so that I don't have a stroke (which she was quite worried about). I don't like to work out alone. I could walk, but then I have Mr. Realist at home going 'when's dinner?' or 'thought we were going to do X?'
It seems like I have a hint of the insomnia. I don't go to sleep before midnight, so getting up at the God-awful hour of 5am to walk or run or any other thing that would be good for me, is an unhealthy option (I'm a dragonbitch when I don't get enough sleep). It seems like I have way too much to do of an evening (you're welcome, Jen) that I can't get it in then. Doesn't help that even before I was overly plump, I sweat like a horse that just ran the Derby, so lunch hour workouts is a negative.

Anyway, I told you that to tell you this: I take my meds once (should be twice) a day for my HBP (no, not Half-Blood Prince - High Blood Pressure). Since Saturday (when I started this week's furlough), I have taken them a grand total of three times. I haven't had chest pain or pressure, my pulse has been pretty steady, and I haven't had a headache at all. What the fuck does that tell you about my job? Obviously that it's harmful to my health!

Maybe when things work out on our end in the next three months or so, I'll go up, take the test to be a substitute teacher, and quit my uber-stressful job. Mr. Realist is just going to have to look and see how much it's going to cost to put me on his insurance, because it'll definitely be cheaper than to get it ourselves.

Any other ideas?

Mrs. Dreamer

PS - Soon's as I get the pics downloaded from Camp, I'll post them on FB and here so you can get a look at them.
~MD