moose and girl

All madness, all the time

I could not win last week. Just when things were looking up, something else went to crap. I am just hoping at this point that this means all my crappy days and bad luck are out of the way for the rest of the semester, and I can get down to what really matters - school and getting Beau healed. 

Mon: Faye was up at 5:30 a.m. Normally, I just put her in the bathroom so I can keep sleeping until 7. I should have known when she didn’t get excited (because normally if I get up it means we’re going outside for potty then breakfast) that something was up. At 5:32 a.m. there was a violent diarrhea explosion all over my bathroom. Dammit. I never could fall asleep. 

Texas A&M Athletics also decided to deny me football tickets on my sportspass (that I have had for 5 years), telling me I must have bought them too late and their computers weren’t updated yet. Too bad I bought them in July and paid tuition the day it was posted. I parked illegally, yelled at some poor student worker, and got a crappy seat not with my friends. 

That night, after one of the best afternoons of my life, one of the best relationships of my life ended. I’m still trying to figure that one out, but you can’t be in a relationship with somebody if that person doesn’t want to be in it as well. So now, I just feel like an embarassed fool, which luckily doesn’t differ too much from my normal status quo. Gave my sports pass away to someone who could use it and enjoy it a lot more than me. 

Tues: The box from hell scared the crap out of Faye. There was a box, on the counter, that had been there, not moved or changed, for a week. But today, the box was out to get her, and long after the box was removed, I had to drag her in and out of the doorways it had been within 100 miles of. While I was making dinner, Beau was sleeping in the pantry and as I turned around with a hot pot of steaming broccoli, he lifts his head and I kick him square in the damaged ear (which has been getting steadily worse). I proceed to sob on the floor, cradling a whimpering Beau, for 30 minutes while my food gets cold. 

Gave away my crappy ticket to the person I gave the sports pass to.

Wednesday: I come home to find that some asshole truck decided to drive up into my lawn and make a huge smush of my grass that I work very hard on to keep nice. It’s not nearly impossible to mow that section of lawn. I do, however, get to go horseback riding and I don’t fall off. After taking the dogs to the park, I go to move a sprinkler and walk right into a ginormous spider web. Much screaming and frantic brushing myself off ensues. 

Thursday: I learn I am bad at my job. First I forget to get the drinks from the SCAVMA person, then when I go to pick up the food for the Natura feeding program, I find out they’ve sent me the wrong thing. When delivering the food to people, I mistake one person’s order for another, give one person a coupon and give away a bag of food that I thought had no home, but in fact belonged to someone else. Thus, I created more work for myself. I come home around 7 to find two incredibly crazy hound dogs and take them to the park where Faye proceeds to eat voluminous amounts of mud, and Beau tries relentlessly to hump a friend’s dog. 

Friday: School is (thankfully) uneventful, and I am enjoying my new project at one of my jobs. I am getting most of the food fiasco sorted out. I come home, happy, excited - only to find that my neighbor who just put in new grass (and is two houses down) is flooding out my yard with all her runoff, causing my grass to develop a fungus. Yay for free water, bad for fungus. I was hoping my yard would be dried out so I could mow it - but instead I have to mow in the squishy thick uneven yard. I also come home to find voluminous amounts of Faye diarrhea once again splattered all over my bathroom. It’s been there for hours and there are flies all over the place and it stinks the whole house to high heaven. I call my mom, have a slight breakdown over the phone and cry while picking up stinky poo and cursing this week. 

Also, my weedeater string ran out 1/3 of the way through the yard. And because the grass was wet, all the clippings are still on the sidewalk. Oh and I had three weeks worth of laundry to do. And I walked into another spider web while moving sprinklers. At least the dogs and I had a good walk. 

Saturday: My neighbor and I went to the football game together. I had hopes that we would be in the non-student section and I could sit my tired butt down the whole time, but instead we are stuck with a bunch of freshmen (God I hate that Wildcat) and have to stand the whole time. At least it was down on first deck, 14 rows back from the field. And lunch was good and the company was pleasant. And the sun went down and it wasn’t god awful hot. Also, Jeff bought me a snowcone, which is pretty good in my book. 

However, upon returning back home, I find confetti all over my floor (at least no diarrhea). This is because Beau has decided to eat my parasitology notes that I left on the coffee table (they had been there for several days). So all my keys and my notes and my annotations are now more or less in his GI tract and I’m just waiting to see the pink, blue and yellow flecks start appearing in his poop. It just hope it’s not diarrhea. 

Since it was late, I just went to bed, but the dogs were slightly manic from no walk and it took a good while to calm them down before I could finally fall asleep. 

Sun: Nothing so far… but it’s only 1:30 and I haven’t left the house today. In fact, maybe I won’t ever leave my house again. At least there hasn’t been any diarrhea… 

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