Here comes EVA

Poor little Alice had been acting weird lately. She would play if I made her play and then she would just sort of scoot onto her belly and lay flat. I took her little sighs as sighs of frustration and loneliness. Feeling pangs of guilt for not having bought two ferrets at once, I reluctantly asked her if she would like a playmate and by gosh she looked directly at me. So, off to Pet Palace I went to get her a friend/sibling. I had researched the best way to get another ferret and how to introduce it to the one I already have. Well, let me tell you...Pet Palace had all their ferrets just tossed into a black bin. Flies were covering them all and I was just upset at seeing them like that. I figured that they were all probably sick as it was hot and they just didn't look healthy (it didn't help the area was covered in ferret poo). Well, one little boy tried getting my attention and I held him and felt that he was probably the best choice, he was happy and bright eyed. But then, I noticed this tiny little ball of cream and rust colored fur, lying very very still and I freaked because I thought it was dead. I panicked and put the little boy down ignoring his pleading looks and trying to crawl out to me. I poked it and poked it, and finally the little creature looked up at me with groggy eyes. My heart was breaking and melting at the same time, so I reached in to pick her up (it's actually pretty easy to tell boys apart from girls) and grimaced. You could feel her ribs and hips, the poor thing was emaciated. Feeling this was probably her only chance at survival she wiggled and hopped around showing me she was full of energy. Eager to save a furry life, I chose her over the healthy bright eyed boy. We named her Eva, like Eve from Wall-E because he kept calling her Eva. Plus she's lighter colored than Alice and has tons of attitude just like Eve. Whomever said that ferrets don't show their personality until 6 months was totally wrong. Eva immediately began hopping around playing and letting us know what she did and didn't like. Thankfully, the vet we took her to said she was healthy, but honestly I'm still suspicious of him and will take her to my real vet for shots. She seems to be gaining a bit of weight, and I figure her energy and hopping lets me know she's fine. Alice even has a little spring in her step and they both get along pretty well. At first they hissed and stuff and Alice clearly loved Eva at first sight, but Eva is still a little nervous when they play too rough. I think the boys in the group she came from bullied her. Yay for furriness and happiness that is brought on by animals. I honestly never thought that such a small creature could be capable of soooooo much love and appreciation. Now, I am off to play with them for a while until I have to go to work. Later guys!!!!

Increasingly Paranoid

I've been so stressed lately, waiting for school to start, being broke as usual, and waiting to hear something back from the agent I sent my manuscript to. I've also been worrying that Alice isn't getting enough attention from me and I'm debating on whether or not to get her a playmate, which would make my mom freak out (despite the fact she doesn't buy their food or play with Alice or even take her to the vet). I accidentally hit Shannon in the face last night with a soccer ball, of course I didn't mean to. I meant to just hit her in the shoulder. So yea, I feel terrible about it still. Grah. Bleh. Those words describe how I'm feeling right about now. Lucky little Alice, she just hops and plays without a care in the world. In other news, I'm super excited about Tales of Vesperia coming out for my xbox360. ...Of course I have no money to actually buy it, but oh well. Not much is happening lately to report, at least nothing that's worth mentioning. It's pointless for me to sort of ramble on about being broke and anxiously waiting to know the fate of my career as a writer--granted that's a bit much as I have only sent it to one agent. Oh I know, today's lesson will be zombie preparedness. It's always good to have a stick or something at hand to keep the undead at arms length or to beat them off until you can find a more suitable weapon. For me, where I work is full of sharp things and metal things. In fact, we have this one wall (that I have dubbed the Wall of Death) that has shelf brackets sticking out of looking like a bunch of knives. If need be, in case of zombie attack, I could easily wield a couple of those to slam into a frothing zombie's face. See? Ingenuity. Anything's a weapon when wielded by someone who is prepared. That's all it breaks down to people, being prepared...hmm that is a little cliche but it'll have to do. Okay kiddies, I'm going to get my furry little zombie ninja master out and play with her. Later guys!

Zombie Homage

So, one of my favorites things about zombies is that they are always parodied in today's pop culture. They are pop culture phenomenon on their own. For instance, one of my absolute favorite episodes of South Park is Night of the Living Homeless. The homeless are zombies wandering around asking for change and it's hilarious when they "turn" someone. For example, Kyle's dad throws some change to get them away from him and then suddenly he says, "Hey wait. I actually need some of that change." Then he too wanders amongst the homeless asking for change, it is hilarious. Then there's the episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, the Halloween episode when Bloo thinks he's killed Mr. Harriman. ...Okay, I know you're thinking that I'm insane for still watching cartoons, but I don't care because animation is awesome! Moving along, today at work was funny. Our head boss lady came and I was goofing around to make time go by faster which resulted in her making me do something again. What happened was I rode the escalator outside with a High School Musical megaphone telling people about our current store promotion. I was basically being an ass, talking to people going past me saying stuff like, "Hey there. How's it goin'?" I was totally pissing people off and acting like a dork. God my job rules, lol. I get paid to be mega awesome and entertain myself under the guise of working. I actually had to work from 2pm to 10pm tonight. Poor Alice was left in her cage pretty much all day. I've been thinking about getting Alice a friend to play with when I'm at work, but I know that that will have to wait until I have my own place. Oh well. I still haven't heard anything back yet about my novel, but like I've said, I've already resigned myself to thinking that I haven't got it. ...That way, my disappointment isn't so bad, =). Alright guys, I need to get some sleep because I'm really tired. Good night guys!

P.S. Please remember in case of a zombie attack in a mall, DO NOT go around talking in a megaphone. It will attract them to you.

Random Picture Time!!!

So, anticipation is gnawing away at my insides making me feel as if some terrible thing has plagued me, mind and body. I still haven't heard from the agent, but it's cool because he did tell me he'd be on vacation until the 6th and today is well...the 6th. I'm at that point where I'd much rather be told it's not going to happen so that it doesn't drive me insane. I have already pretty much resigned myself to the idea that it's been rejected, and that's cool. In other news, to cheer myself up and release a little stress, here's some pictures of Copper and Alice playing. I love this little ferret so much. I wish I could let her free roam, but I'm afraid curiosity would get the better of her and she'd eat my xbox cable thus killing her and rendering me unable to take it out on hordes of the undead. It would be a devastating loss. Anyways, moving along and without further ado, here are the pictures of my furry babies!!!!!!!!!


Alice loves to sleep after romping around with her big brother.


Alice likes to sometimes try and ride on Copper's back. ...Obviously he's not so thrilled about it.


Taking a moment out of frolicking to look at the camera.


They like to look at each other before they launch into 'rasslin' mode.


Tell me this isn't cute. Alice sleeps very deeply and she's lying on her back on the pillow like a small adorable fur covered child asleep in bed. ...I love animals, lol.

Adventure!

So, worked today, came home, played with Alice and we took a bath (she happily romped in the shower, lol), missed two calls, proceeded to clean the house and suddenly my sister comes home with groceries and answers the phone. It was dad. He was downtown at the university hospital. Our idiot uncle had had him committed. So poor dad was at the hospital since 10 am and missed his medications and everything. As much as my father and I fight, he's had so much crap happen to him. He had cancer then got smashed up in a machine at work, breaking his ribs, sternum and having a lung collapse which then his company let him go and he's now jobless. So, it's safe to say that he's a bit depressed. If you knew our uncle, you'd understand why dad finally snapped at his snide comments and "whattya gonna do when the money runs out" by saying "OH I don't know. Take a gun and blow my f---ing brains out." I felt horrible when we picked him up downtown. Dad's looking so old and tired, and I know he's lonely. He usually sleeps and is only awake for about 4 hours at a time. I think I'm gonna try to spend more time with him. My father is actually a very brilliant man, but stubborn and just...tired. A lot of things have happened to him in life and sometimes I wonder if any of it is my fault. It was all an adventure today though none the less. At work I walked into the storage room to clock out and got carried away singing with some little girl and burst in singing. Yea, the head manager and Coreen were on a conference call. I was mortified. I managed to also pass off my second novel for Shannon to read and I hope it's okay, because Steph and myself thought it was even better than the first. Let's see, what else has happened lately? Friday night was funny because my one manager Sherry came into the storage room while I was unpacking boxes and sang a couple of lyrics from a Jonas Brothers song (in Camp Rock). So I followed up with the lines that came after it (it's our way at the store to sing/talk song lyrics to each other and respond in kind) and realized something that I voiced to her. The song was about music being in the soul and I thought HM. So, the music was corrupting and consuming one's soul thus making them a zombie. Therefore the Jonas brothers are zombies. Think about this, little children and tweens all across America listen to their music and it's almost like they're the pied pipers. They're gonna turn little girls and tweens into zombies! Then the ever insightful Maggie added, "Yea, like if they said breathing was uncool then like 95% of them would stop breathing." She tried, so I added, "Good effort, Maggie." LoL, I love working there. It's always funny and full of adventure. Isn't that what life is supposed to be about? Adventure? Well and for me, Zombies!! Grah. Speaking of zombies, I need to play with my little zombie ninja master Alice for a while. She's giving me the adorable, "Come and release me from this cage human also known to me as mom" look. Heart melting it is. Good night guys!!