Thank God it�s payday. I have so much time, so little to do. Oops, strike that, reverse it.
I�m a bad, bad gerbil mama. I forgot the window contractors were coming yesterday and I forgot to cover up their cage. Thank God the heat was on and that the babies had each other because it got a bit nippy in my house. I know because when I checked the thermostat it said 65 degrees.
When I came home and saw a gaping hole where my living room window used to be, I panicked. It dawned on me that I hadn�t covered up the babies.
I threw the car in park and jumped out and ran inside.
The poor little critters were all huddled up together like a bunch of bums around a burning trashcan. Thank God for that and the fact that I put a ton of bedding in their cages or they would�ve frozen to death.
I checked all of them, and they were fine, so I just threw a heavy blanket over all the cages before I left again.
I picked Jackie up from the bus stop and went back home. She was bundled up like Frosty the Snowman in her blue hat and gloves. I had to stifle a snicker.
When we were back home and inside, Jackie basically said, �The hell with this. It�s cold in here� so she went to play at Ariel�s house. Gee, I won�t get lonely. Just abandon me.
Before long, the very cute and adorable (reer! Reer!) young men were done with the windows and the temperature inside returned to a normal 70 degrees. I checked all of �our babies� again, and everyone was fine except for Chedda. She�s one of the rats. Poor baby was sneezing every so often. I made sure I put some vitamin drops on her food and made sure she had plenty of water. When I picked her up, she played with me so it seems she is well enough to make a recovery. Neither she nor any of the animals tried to bite me so I guess I was forgiven.
Meanwhile, I was feeling horrible. I love those animals and would never harm them. And yet, I forgot to cover up my rodent babies. I felt so bad.
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Jackie and I watched �The Santa Clause� last night. I�d never seen it, but how cute! Jackie pretty much talked me into buying it for her for Christmas. There�s a 2nd one out too, I think. I�m still looking for The Christmas Story, you know, the one with the kid that gets his tongue stuck on the pole. Classic.
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Mr. Sweatpants called me at o-dark thirty this morning to wake me up. I don�t think it�s normal to be that cheery on the phone that early. That�s not natural.
He just got back from running a marathon in Philadelphia, that sick, sick man. He just loves exercise too much; it can�t be normal.
Anyway I have a bone to pick with him. We were supposed to go to Kansas this weekend and he�s backed out on me..that booger, to go to another marathon in Alton.
It�s the holidays, you butt wipe. Take a break from the running already.
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My sister Melinda is driving me nuts. She�s worse then any telemarketer, for, if I don�t answer the phone the first time she calls, she calls back two minutes later. On the first phone call, she laughs shrilly at my message. The next two times she calls, she laughs shrilly at my message. Usually, on every message, she�s talking to herself, counting to ten, and saying �hello� like six or seven times. The message she leaves itself is usually two minutes long. Melinda also talks to her cat in �Kitty-Speak� which consists of baby talk and meowing.
Melinda says she calls because she gets free minutes at 9:00 p.m. She lives in Tampa. Melinda calls me at her free time, which happens to be my prime time. Usually she calls during �Survivor� or �Average Joe� or �Charmed�. It drives me bonkers.
Between Jackie and Melinda, I never really know what�s going on until the very end, the last five minutes. At this time, I�m perched on the end of the couch. And the phone rings, and Melinda leaves another message. She doesn�t call once, but 3 times. And when I finally do answer, she�s not really talking about anything new.
Sigh..maybe she�s lonely. I�m lonely. But I somewhat enjoy my solitude and she obviously doesn�t enjoy hers and won�t allow me any.
Melinda called me 4 times yesterday. For nothing. I finally talked to her..and she confirmed my address (which she�s also done the last two times I�ve talked to her).
Thinking something might be on her mind..I ask her if everything�s okay. �Oh, it�s all good� she says breezily. Now, I�m feeling cross. If it�s all good, why are you calling me constantly? Why are you making me want to change my phone number or join the witness protection program?
I adore my sister. But I don�t talk to ANYONE every day. I just don�t. I hate telephones..and I never really listen to my answering machine messages, except maybe a few days after the call came in. I just check the caller ID when I get home.
I think phones are an invasion of privacy and I hate them. It�s probably why I don�t have a cell phone. Either Melinda or Cinders would probably call me while I�m going through a dangerous intersection. I hate that. I hate people being able to track me down wherever I go.
Darn phones.
09:05 - Tuesday, Nov. 25, 2003
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