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greenstormBad pms month. Heavy cleaning month. Today is blood day.
TEN BABY RATS in my house as of this morning, way to go Camille! Looks like six boys and four girls, since they're all russian-blue based I'm interested to see what the dark-eyed and light-eyed girls (one of each) end up like. Maybe Russian Dove? PEW?
Two litters to come, I'm expecting Mikaela's tonight and Mona's maybe early next week.
Boys went to the show, Bullet (Camille's boy) brought home a best in variety-- things were marked very oddly though. Lots of new judges and not much time for anyone to think. The marks may even be recalculated.
My garden is the best thing in the world. It is growing by the day until I run out of pot space, then it will only grow up. I caved and bought hot orange/pink bicolour pinup begonias, black geraniums and yellow geraniums with hot coral flowers, hellebores, and a bunch of ginger mint and tarragon and marjoram and oregano. This is what happens when I wander around the nursery picking up plants for work. Oh well, I still need to spend about a hundred dollars to meet my garden spending goal this month-- most on pots and soil, I think.
Cooking is back. I make enough dishes any day I'm home so that I need to wash dishes of about half an hour any day I'm home. I ran into this awesome chicken farm in Surrey on the way to the hibiscus nursery and stocked up my freezer. Here's to a case order of organic bacon in the fall. They give their pigs a soccer ball to play with.
My life is full and happy enough that when something about social stuff bothers me (and it has from time to time) I have lots to do. I'm reading again some. I still extra-special-adore my friends and am trying to make new ones without sucking at it-- I'm failing at the not sucking. I want to restart family dinner soon, on brunchy days, because my housewarming was so nice.
Making friends outside my social circle does occasionally make me feel like an alien. Or, it makes me feel like I'm surrounded by aliens. It also reminds me that people are huge and mysterious and strange.
Singleness continues. It's good there. I'm too broken (in the avoidant sense) to be anything else-- or maybe just too picky. Starting to look at girls again though. Huh.
Work is teh awesome. More co-workers, a little bit of personality conflict/alien-feeling there (one co-worker had never heard the term bdsm, one talks absolutely constantly) but overall I love the work and I love my boss and it's more people-stretching (see making friends, above).
Love you guys. Be well.
TEN BABY RATS in my house as of this morning, way to go Camille! Looks like six boys and four girls, since they're all russian-blue based I'm interested to see what the dark-eyed and light-eyed girls (one of each) end up like. Maybe Russian Dove? PEW?
Two litters to come, I'm expecting Mikaela's tonight and Mona's maybe early next week.
Boys went to the show, Bullet (Camille's boy) brought home a best in variety-- things were marked very oddly though. Lots of new judges and not much time for anyone to think. The marks may even be recalculated.
My garden is the best thing in the world. It is growing by the day until I run out of pot space, then it will only grow up. I caved and bought hot orange/pink bicolour pinup begonias, black geraniums and yellow geraniums with hot coral flowers, hellebores, and a bunch of ginger mint and tarragon and marjoram and oregano. This is what happens when I wander around the nursery picking up plants for work. Oh well, I still need to spend about a hundred dollars to meet my garden spending goal this month-- most on pots and soil, I think.
Cooking is back. I make enough dishes any day I'm home so that I need to wash dishes of about half an hour any day I'm home. I ran into this awesome chicken farm in Surrey on the way to the hibiscus nursery and stocked up my freezer. Here's to a case order of organic bacon in the fall. They give their pigs a soccer ball to play with.
My life is full and happy enough that when something about social stuff bothers me (and it has from time to time) I have lots to do. I'm reading again some. I still extra-special-adore my friends and am trying to make new ones without sucking at it-- I'm failing at the not sucking. I want to restart family dinner soon, on brunchy days, because my housewarming was so nice.
Making friends outside my social circle does occasionally make me feel like an alien. Or, it makes me feel like I'm surrounded by aliens. It also reminds me that people are huge and mysterious and strange.
Singleness continues. It's good there. I'm too broken (in the avoidant sense) to be anything else-- or maybe just too picky. Starting to look at girls again though. Huh.
Work is teh awesome. More co-workers, a little bit of personality conflict/alien-feeling there (one co-worker had never heard the term bdsm, one talks absolutely constantly) but overall I love the work and I love my boss and it's more people-stretching (see making friends, above).
Love you guys. Be well.
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Date: 2008-06-17 12:06 am (UTC)After all it'd be out of place not bring an ex along ;)