Jade's Babblings

Open Diary’s theme this week is: Do you consider yourself a spiritual person?

Yes, I do. Very much. I may be disfellowshipped and cut off from my religion right now, but I still believe in Jehovah and I still believe in most of my religion. I have faith, though, and that’s the important thing. I have always thought of myself as spiritual and would use that word as a description of myself even when I was younger.

You can take the girl out of the religion but you can’t take the religion out of the girl.

Short and sweet.

As soon as I brought up Wil’s website and saw the title I knew what his blog would be about today. His cat, Felix, is dying and they are going to put him to sleep.

It’s so sad. Last week I asked for some “mojo” for my ferret Piper. I got that idea off of Wil’s site. It didn’t really work for Piper. He was too far gone. Maybe it’ll work for Pixel though.

A little puppy mojo to help her remain seizure free.

Pixel is doing really well. She curled up on the couch with me last night for an hour. Slept right on top of me. She’s such a little baby. While I was getting some cuddle time in with the Pixel Pup John talked to my mom. She had called to see how Pix was. They talked for quite a while. Stuff like that makes me happy. Especially to see John laughing at something my mom said.

All my friends used to love my mom when they would come over. Paul and Joe still talk about her making soup and sandwiches taste better with love and my friends Jess and Eric go off on her cookies all the time.

All my friends love my mom and they could all talk to her forever. I want it to be that way with John especially.

I feel really badly about Felix, for a cat I’ve never met, living with a family I’ve never met, all the way across the country. You know what’s good reading for that? The Tenth Best Thing About Barney. Read it.

Last night I came home tired from my day. As I walked up the hallway to our condo I could smell brownies baking. I knew it had to be John because he loves making brownies for me to surprise me.

I unlocked the door and there was Pixel running to greet me (update on her in next entry). I looked to my right into our adorable galley kitchen to see John standing over not just a pan full of brownies, but also two bowls of delicious pasta from Whole Foods with Valerie’s spaghetti sauce on top. She gave us some on Sunday before we left.

John had set the table, made dinner, and made desert. It was so yummy. I was grinning ear to ear because I’ve been having such a rough time of it lately and here was my boyfriend making me dinner just as I walked in the door.

Afterwards we went over to CVS and finally got some of our digital photos printed out. It was a really nice night with some rousing Dragonlance discussion over dinner. : )

You know, the more I think about it, the more I realize I don’t really have it that bad. Sure, money is tight and John and I are dealing with a lot of stresses in our lives right now. But you know what? We’re dealing with them together. And that’s pretty awesome.

I’ve never been good at being alone. I was always happiest when I was in a relationship, sharing my life with someone. That’s not to say that I’ve never been alone or that I didn’t enjoy it when I was. But I’m happiER in a relationship.

John really takes good care of me. He’s a great guy. He spent his whole day off yesterday taking care of errands for me. He fought with the vet about taking Pixel home and he fought with Midas about them screwing me over with my car. He’s taking care of paying bills and all that. I make a lot more money than I did at Bose, but he still takes care of the actual “going to the post office to pay bills” part of it, for which I’m grateful.

On Thursday (his last day off of the week) he’s taking my car to Midas to have it fixed once and for all. And he’ll probably pay the bills that day too. Plus keep an eye on Pixel pup for me. He’s a really great boyfriend. I’m lucky to have him.

Sometimes on a day to day basis it’s hard to remember how much we appreciate the ones we love. They are the people that make us happiest and also the people that drive us absolutely crazy. It’s easy to take them for granted when you see them day in and day out. But just imagining your life without them is enough to make you realize how much you need them.

Yep, I’m pretty happy. John definitely gets the best boyfriend award from me today. (Hopefully he’ll still be deserving of it tomorrow. lol.)

Well, we got her bloodwork back. It was normal. That's good cuz it means she didn't eat anything toxic. Bad because it means she most likely had a seizure. Now all we can do is keep a log of how often she has them (if she even has another one). If it's less than one or two a month they don't even usually medicate dogs. So it's basically a big waiting game.

She is happy though. I gave her a bath last night and John took a video of it. I'll put it on my webpage soon. She's all fluffy and she was running around and playing last night. We let her sleep out of her cage. And when I left for work I left her out too. I figure if she feels sick or dizzy I don't want her trapped in her kennel. I want her to be able to just lie down comfortably on the couch or floor or whatever.

Amelie will take care of her. She was very concerned when Pixel got spayed and had her cone on.

Tufts took her stitches out for her so no more cone!

Work, work, work.

My little Pixel is sick. Yesterday we took her to Val and John's for Easter dinner. She was just fine and then she started swaying on her feet and kind of falling over. Her head was rocking back and forth. She even threw up (a lot) inside their house. So we took her to Tufts vetrinary school and they admitted her over night.

They said from what we described that she might have had a seizure. If that's the case it can be explained two ways. 1. she has epilepsy and we can just treat her with pills that only cost $10 a month. 2. she has fluid in her brain, in which case the seizures could increase and get worse and she could die. They charged us $850 already and they dont' even know what's wrong with her.

And I just got a call from John. He went out there to pick her up because he made an appointment with our vet for 11:30. Tufts wanted to keep her tonight too but I think they're just trying to get money so we're taking her home. But they're trying to tell John that discharge hours aren't until 4:00. yea, so they can charge us for a full day?? I don't think so! I told him to tell them we never would have left her there if we thought they were going to hold our dog captive. We'll see what happens.

So I just pray to god it's epilepsy and we can treat it. I had epilepsy and I was fine. It's scary, but at least I know what she's going through. Maybe Jehovah meant for me to have her because I can sympathize. Sounds ludicrous, sure. But stranger things have happened.

Anyway, I just want to get her home and safe and away from Tufts. They were responsible for my dog Dennis dying horribly about three or four years ago. He broke his leg new years' eve day and we took him there. They said if we amputated he could live a normal life. So my mom agreed. The surgeon said AFTER THE SURGERY that he didn't know why she did it because Dennis was riddles with cancerous tumors. Thanks for telling us. He died two weeks later! Oh, and for the four days that he was held hostage there my mom couldn't get anyone to call her back and tell her anything. She finally drove up there the morning of the surgery to find out if her dog was even still alive. To this day she blames them. So there's no way I'm leaving my Pixel there another night just so they can make more money off of us and tell us she needs tests that she doesn't.

Augh. How frustrating. We have no money to begin with. I wonder if there are agencies out there that will help with vet bills. Cuz this one is going to be a whopper. ::sigh:: I just want her to be okay.

Thought you all might like to see a picture Ray sent me of a happyily bathed and tuckered out Knuckles in his new hammock. Cutie.

Open Diary's theme this week is: Do you think that your life is controlled more by yourself, or by others?

Much as it pains me to say so I would have to go with "others" on this. My work schedule is set by others. I have to be in at 8 and out at 5. I hate getting out at five. I liked Bose where I could make my own schedule as long as I was there eight hours.

My parents (my mother specifically) are still trying to control my life. My mom just called me today and left a voicemail about how we need to talk because she doesn't think I'm "clear on some things". Augh. I've talked my divorce to death with her. So has Ray. I'm sick of it.

And I'm recently discovering that my condo association is trying to control my life as well.
Last week after a snow storm I was clearing 3 layers of ice off my car one morning when I was late for work. This bitchy old lady comes out and says, "You know you have to move your car when it snows or they'll fine you."
"oh really?"
"yes. We take that very seriously around here."
She was being very snotty about the whole thing and I was in a bad mood anyway so I just said okay and moved on.
Yesterday we got a letter saying it was an official warning that if we don't move our cars we'll get a fine. Turns out that lady is one of the trustees and she's lived here for frickin' twenty years. Apparently she has nothing better to do than rat out young girls who just moved in and clearly expressed ignorance of one of their nazi rules.

That's the end of the theme entry. Now here's my little continuation rant about that "move your car" rule.

I don't know what these people expect. I should have said to her, "Too bad you dont' take noise control as seriously." People run up and down the hallways, screaming swears at one another, blaring music at 1 a.m., yapping dogs next door, etc. The list goes on. But WE are the ones who get fined? I don't think so!

They want you to move your car when it snows. When exactly? Last night it snowed and the plows woke me up at 3 a.m. THREE IN THE MORNING!! Am I supposed to go out there in my pajamas and move my car because that's when the freakin' plows decide to show up? Um, no. Sorry. Not interrupting what little sleep I get to please these people.

And if you go on vacation you're supposed to give your neighbors the keys to your car so they can move it for you, otherwise you get fined. I'm sorry, have you MET some of the neighbors? I wouldn't trust these people to watch a piece of paper for me, let alone give them the keys to my car. It's retarded is what it is. And annoying. We paid 154,000 dollars for this place and we get treated like children by this gestapo that runs the place.

Pixel isn't allowed either even though April 8th marks the three months that we've had a dog openly. Legally they cant' do anything about it after that. Let's just see them try to take one of my pets away from me. Once again I have to go with the "um, no".

Yesterday I left work a half hour early to go to my therapy appointment. I like my therapist, Kerry. She's nice. And she's business partners with my therapist from when I was younger so I'm actually going to therapy in the exact same office as when I was sixteen. Kinda cool.

We just did a basic history thing for the hour session, but I think it went really well. I'm comfortable with her, which is good. I'm going next week too, but after that we're switching to every other week. I wish I could go once a week but John and I just can't afford it right now.

When I got home we went down the street to Hollywood Video and added John onto my account. We looked around for Finding Neverland, the Incredibles, Ladder 49, etc. But they were all out. They never have anything in. It's bizarre because they have a ton of display cases and it's this dinky little video store, but they must do a ton of business or something. So we rented Alien Vs. Predator, which neither of us has seen yet and Phenomenon because I had a craving for it. I was listening to "winding road" on my way to therapy.

We had a nice evening in and just snuggled on the couch and ate ice cream and watched Phenomenon. It was nice. I hadn't seen that movie in years. It's a good one. Brent Spiner is in it (data from Star Trek). He's one of the military doctors that tests John Travolta's powers. Kinda neat. I forgot he was in it.

As you may be able to tell by my new layout, I've discovered sprites. God, are those things fun. I think I'm going to start making my own. Maybe some 501st ones. That would be cool.

Oh, and I've also discovered Dragonlance. Every geek should read Dragonlance. Great series. I'm only into chapter ten of the very first book but I totally love it. You know what it's like? It's like reading Tolkien without having to put up with his horrible writing. Wonderful stories. I love Tas the best. He's a Kender and. . . Well, you should all just read for yourselves. ; )

Well, we had to bring Piper to the vet's and have him put to sleep. He was really sick. They said he probably had a tumor. Ferrets are little tumor factories as they get older. He was having trouble breathing and all that too.

The vet seemed relieved when we chose to put him down rather than go through giving him medicine and whatnot. So at least that makes me feel like I made the right choice.

I did end up leaving work early. I went out to Charlton around 1:00. Afterwards, Ray and I got pizza and watched some TV before I headed home. It was really sad, but at least we were able to joke around a little bit too.

And Knuckles looks like he's doing really well. I'm sure it's going to be a little weird for him without his brother but hopefully he'll adjust.

Mine was always kind of the weaker one of the two. Ray said yesterday that he always speculated that Piper was the runt of the group. But he made it five years. That's not bad, right? And even though it's really sad, he did have a great life and it gives Ray one less pet to worry about if he ends up having to move closer to his new job. It's hard to get an apartment that allows ferrets.

I couldn't bury Piper at my parents' house. I was going to bury him next to my hampster Persnickety. My dad said the ground was frozen and seemed really confused as to why I'd want to bury Piper there. I was, in turn, confused at my dad because I've buried all my pets there since I was a child so why wouldnt' I want to now?

But problem solved; John's parents said I can bury Piper at their house under their apple tree. Ray thought that was nice as long as we can bury Knuckles there too when he dies. We think they should be buried together. I dont' really believe in any of that stuff, the afterlife and all, but it's just nice because they were always together when they were both alive so it's only proper to bury them together.

So that was my day yesterday. I'm emotionally drained from it all. The good thing is, today John let me borrow his car (except his is white) (this is amazing if you know how obsessed he is with his car) and he's taking mine to have it's oil changed, brakes fixed, and tires patched. Woo hoo! It's like a brand new car. : )

Anyhoo, back to work.
Oh, but check out the cutest picture of Piper I've ever taken. It's on the main page of my webpage.

Okay, so I'm going to do what Wil Wheaton sometimes does when his pets are sick. I'm going to ask for some ferret mojo for my little Piper. He's the one on the right. Knuckles, his brother, is next to him.

My ex husband Ray called me this morning and said Piper's not doing so hot. He's having trouble breathing and he's just laying at the bottom of his cage. When Ray and I split we each took one of the cats and two of the birds. But we didn't want to split up the ferrets so he kept both of them. Now I find myself really wishing I had gone over there to see them more often.

The sucky thing is, Knuckles will probably die really soon now too. One never lives long without the other when they've been together all their lives like that. They're only a little over four years old. I wanted a couple more years with them.

You always think you have all the time in the world. . .

I'm going over there after work. And Ray's leaving work at noon. If he's still alive we'll decide what to do then. I don't want to have to take him to the vet's if we don't have to. I dont' want to put him through that.

John and I just found out yesterday, on top of this, that a friend of the the family's died of a heart attack over the weekend. Great guy. He was only 55. He did a ton of work on our condo for us for free when we first moved in. It really sucks.

I just want to leave work early, but I can't be irresponsible about my job. This is only my fourth week here and I have to leave early for a doctor's appointment on Wednesday.

::sigh:: I knew I should've gone over there more. Poor Piper. And now poor Knuckles will be left all alone without his buddy to play with.

This isn't much of an entry. Just wanted to update a little bit. I didn't like seeing all that green everytime I opened up my blog so I chose a more subdued template. There's also lots of little bits I added for fun in the sidebar so do check those out.

::sigh:: Work is dragging today. My lunch only has a few minutes left on it. It's 2:23 and I want it to be five o'clock so badly so that I can go home. I want to check on my Pixel baby. I hope she hasn't been broken out of her cage by Amelie and removed her cone so that the two of them are free to roam around the house and wreak havoc.

Stranger things have happened. First of all, Amelie opens doors. It's a trait of russian blues. She's a brilliant little kitty. Next up it's her turn to get spayed. Well, as soon as we have another $200 to spare.

On a good note, it is the weekend. I have some good stuff planned.

11:00 a.m. on Saturday I'm getting my hair cut. That means I get to venture out to Sturbridge to see Kimmy. I don't know what I'm going to have her do yet. This is the longest my hair has been since I was like ten so I don't want the length removed, but I want it to look different. Oh well. She's so good she'll figure something out.

After that I'm going out to lunch with Ray. We're going to this great little whole foods restaurant in the Sturbridge Millyard. It's called Soup to Nuts. It's so yummy. And I never get to go there cuz I live so far away now.

And then to end my day, I believe Sarah and Sadie are coming over for a girls night in while the boys have a boy's night out. Yep, Paul and Joe are taking John out. This should be interesting. Tune in for the catastrophic events later, folks.

My poor little Pix. I just dropped her off at the Vet's for the day. She's getting her last distemper shot and she's also getting spayed. she was a really good baby though. she didn't cry or whine or anything when I left.

I think it has to do with the fact that John and I have let her sleep outside of her crate these past two nights. she's slept in our room with us and I think she's a lot happier. Plus she gets to play with Amelie all night and run around and cause havoc. Ooh boy.

Now I have to go into work. I really don't want to. I'm kind of grumpy. I haven't gotten much sleep this week and it's made me antsy and sleepy and whatnot. I just don't want to go in and deal with people. But I have no choice so off I go.

Well, I just got out of a one hour meeting with the rest of my group. We’re the powerlink group here. There’s 11 of us. I like that I’m important enough to be in a “meeting” with my “group”. Did it really need the quotation marks? Probably not.

“Like your friend ‘Peter’!” –Just Married

Anyhoo. . .

Today, today, today. What is up for today? Well, right now I am yet again listening to Stiff Little Fingers. They may be my new favorite band. John hates ‘em. I don’t know why – they’re Irish. Well, they are kind of anti-government (shocker, right?) so that’d probably do it to Mr. Patriotic over there. But that’s cool. To each his own.

I brought new things into my cubicle today. My X-Men minifigs for one. I also have Spiderman, the Punisher, and Blade. Blade’s sword clips into his back and is removable from it’s . . .sheath? Kinda cool.

I also brought in a custom Mara Jade action figure that John had made for me.

For our housewarming, one of the gifts I got was a hardcover Star Trek graphic novel. It was wrapped in Spock anti-smoking ads from the 80’s. Very cool. So I brought that poster in.

I have a picture of John as an evil priest from a Shaws Halloween party, a pic of my parents from the 70’s, a cute pic of Amelie with her paws over her face, a picture I took in WSC photo class of my old street sign (I miss North Brookfield) and a picture of me and all my bridesmaids (and my friend Chip too. Honorary bridesmaid).

It looks a lot more like “me” in here. A few more finishing touches and I think I’m done.

Bob, one of the web guys for our garrison, got my Boushh pictures up. Go check ‘em out. They rock!

Jessie is a bounty hunter!!

Oh, and go look at imagestation for my new cubicle pics NOW. :)

So it is finally the weekend! Actually, this week has pretty much flown by. Have I mentioned lately that I love my new job?

Today I listened to music all day. The title is from Stiff Little Fingers and I listend to some live radio too. WUMB, my favorite folk station. Yea, it's mostly punk and folk. Wierd combo, I know.

I downloaded the new Episode III trailer from my "source" even though it's not available online until Monday. I was trying to watch it at work but I needed quicktime and since I didn't have admin rights on my work comp I couldn't watch it. Welll, this guy Brian that I work with had just asked me if I watched the new Battlestar. I said I didn't and he said they had the whole first episode online so he was listening to it while he worked. I tried to do that but for that one I needed to download real player. Eesh.

So I went over to Brian to complain about my lack of admin rights. I figured he'd just get on my computer and download the programs for me. But he said, "Well, let's see what we can do about that." Ten minutes later I was the admin on my computer and I downloaded real player, quicktime, firefox, and a ton of add ons for windows media and such. It was great.

I watched the Star Wars trailer five times. And I got to watch the Heart of an Empire trailer again too. Then I listened to the entire episdoe of Battlestar Galactica. I only had to peek at it occasionally to follow along. And I got just as much work done today as I usually do with no "distractions".

I went to get my new license yesterday. It has my new address and my old "new" maiden name on it now. I love the picture too. The lady was the nicest person I've met at one of those things. She made me do another picture and told me to give her a real smile and it came out great! I actually love my license picture. How many people can say that?

So anyhoo, I'm chatting to Kimmy now so I don't want to lose track of what I'm writing. I'll be back. . .

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I got this from another blogger who got it here. I guess people think that we bloggers don't know anything. Most of us could probably prove them wrong. So, just for fun, here are my answers.

THE "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" BLOGGER QUIZ

1. Who the hell do you think you are?
Jessie, dfd JW, "student of life"

2. So, other than blogging, what's your job? Do you work at some fast food joint, dumbass?
No, actually I work for one of the largest technology companies around - EMC.

3. Do you have like any experience in journalism, idiot?
Well, I guess this one I would have to say not much. I was the editor of my high school newspaper for three years so I have some knowledge on the subject but have never worked in it professionally.

4. Do you even read newspapers?
I read the headlines online and keep up with the news when it's not too depressing.

5. Do you watch any other news than FOX News propaganda, you ignorant fool?
FOX news sucks. I feel bad for anyone who gets their "information" from them. If I want a real update on something I'd watch NBC or CNN.

6. I bet you're some moron talk radio listener too, huh?
I don't think that all talk radio is for morons. My dad listens to quite a bit of it. But I don't, no. I don't really get it. They talk and talk about these issues (more often than not they yell) and they don't go out and do anythign about it. DO SOMETHING and then you'll have a right to complain.

7. So, do you get a fax from the GOP each day for what to say, you @#$% Republican parrot?
I'm neither republican nor a democrat. I stay out of politics as much as possible. The most political I get is buying Fahrenheit 9/11.

8. Why do you and your blogger friends want to silence and fire everyone who disagrees with you, fascist?
Um, I don't. "I may disagree with what you say, but will defend to the death your right to say it." --Voltaire. One of my favorite quotes.

9. Are you completely ignorant of other countries, or do you actually own a passport?
I do not own a passport because I don't like flying. As for other countries, my being a JW has actually kept me more caught up in the goings on of other countries than the U.S. Government ever would. We hear about the tragedies that are happening in other lands all the time. It's depressing as hell, but I wouldn't want to be ignorant of it.

10. Have you even been to another country, you dumb hick?
See above. Well, Canada, but that doesn't really count.

11. If you're so keen on the war, why haven't you signed up, chickenhawk?
I'm not keen on the war. Any war. It's silly and pointless.

12. Do you have any idea of the horrors of war? Have you ever reached into a pile of goo that was your best friend's face?
Mmm, no I haven't. But that doesn't mean that people can't at least be aware of the horrors of war. You have to go beyond the news media to get it though. Especially FOX.

13. Have you ever reached into any pile of goo?
Does that nickolodean gak stuff count?

14. Once again, who the hell do you think you are?!
Someone who just took this survey. . .

I was up late last night. I thought that ER would be on so after I had read aloud to John from “Just a Geek” for about an hour (have I mentioned I totally love that he lets me read books to him? It’s great. We’re moving on to either Erma Bombeck or Michael Jan Friedman next), I went out to the living room to watch one of my favorites. Law and Order was on instead. I started flipping through channels and came across an old favorite – Judging Amy.

The show isn’t that old, but “old favorite” just sounds comfortable. So I lay on our nice new couch from John’s aunt and watched the show until 11:00. It was the episode where Vincent (Amy’s younger brother) gets shot while stopping a robber from hurting a young woman.

At the end Vincent is downstairs at Amy and Maxine’s (the mother) house doing laundry. Maxine comes down to help him and they start chatting.

“After Amy was born,” Maxine said. “I thought, ‘Perfect. One boy, one girl. But your daddy. . .he convinced me to have another.”

“Are you saying you didn’t want me?” Vincent says half jokingly.

“Only in the abstract.” Tyne Daly answers in that thoughtful way she has. “You grew on me after a while.”

Maxine starts to walk up the stairs and Vincent stops her saying, “Mom? What’d Dad want me to be?”

::pause::

“Happy.” She answers back, and it’s left at that.

Now, whether Vincent was asking if his dad wanted another boy or another girl, or if he was asking what his father wanted him to do for a living when he grew up. . .well, I haven’t a clue. But it’s a profound and moving moment to me nonetheless. I really enjoy that show. It never fails to give you something to think about.

::Warning - Here comes the rant::

With all the useless drivel that they put on TV these days it is always wonderful to turn it on and see a show like Judging Amy still thriving. ER has declined in quality over the years, but has never compromised principles as all these silly reality shows do. Friends was a phenomenal show but at least they went out on top. Just like Star Trek: TNG did. That’s always a good idea. ER should have taken it’s cue from TNG and Friends.

I’m sick of reality TV. I’m sick of the WB having shows that start off great and then just can’t stay away from morally debasing subjects (i.e. Everwood and Seventh Heaven). At first it’s all safe to watch with your kids (or with your parents, if you’re an embarrassed teenager) and then they have to get into sex or drugs or whatnot. It’s annoying is what it is.

My relief from all that is Judging Amy on Tuesdays and Airline on Mondays. If you haven’t seen it I highly recommend checking out Airline. It’s on A&E (which, along with discovery and animal planet, offers amazing programming that is safe and enjoyable for all) usually at 8:00. Sometimes they switch it a bit so check your listings. But I hate flying and yet I love that show. Go figure.

So, there’s my little thought for the day. I’d like to just be happy. Simply and magically happy. It’s not nearly as easy as you think it is when you’re, say, five years old. Why can’t it ever stay that easy?

It’s always darkest before they turn on a light. – Anything Goes

Please go here to view pictures from my new job! It's obviously the album marked EMC. You can look at the others, but they are kind of outdated. They're from when I was married. Enjoy.

Guess where I am. No, go ahead and guess. . . I'm at my new job at EMC. Right now I'm doing data entry, but next week they're starting me on customer service and reasearch. Basically, EMC has this website that's only for exisiting customers. When someone makes an email request to gain access to that website I get to verify by checking my databases and whatnot that they actually are a customer. And for this they pay me $16.50 an hour. Can we say woo hoo?

I'm on my lunch break now. The one bad thing about this job - they make you work 8-5 with an hour lunch. That means if I could just skip lunch like I used to do at Bose I could be out of here at 4 and miss the rush hour traffic. But I think I'm getting used to the forced lunch break. I got to eat an actual lunch today, that I packed myself, thankyouverymuch. And I read some of my Star Trek book. I called John for a bit and chatted with him. He said he bought me something. I have no idea what.

John said Pixel and Amelie have been chasing each other around and being all cute. I'm glad they're getting along for the most part. It's about time. Amelie still gets scared of Pix when she jumps too much though.

We had a noise complaint on Sunday. The nerve of these people. They run up and down the hallways screaming at their children (swearing, mind you), slamming doors, playing music at 1 a.m., etc. But our dog and bird have two incidents of a whining competition and all of a sudden we're public enemy number one. I wouldn't mind so much if this were an apartment building. But it's a condo that we bought and paid more than it's worth. The problem is, not everyone in the building owns. Some people do rent. So you've got the ones that don't care about their neighbors, don't care about the building, and don't care how their actions affect the rest of us at all. The guy that complained was probably one of them.

Bad news is if the condo association gets an official complaint they can order us to get rid of Pixel. Yea, I don't think so. You'll have to arrest me first. But we'll deal with that if and when it happens. I doubt it will because she's been much quieter these past couple days.

So, that's my new job and an introduction to my horrid neighbors. Hope you all enjoyed.