It's Monday. Again. Not that Mondays are inherently bad. They're actually quite nice, usually - with the exception of having to get up early after a couple of days of sleeping in. This Monday, however, started even earlier than usual.
There was, of course, the fact that Daylight Savings began yesterday, thus robbing me of one entire hour of my life. But I was even doing okay with that. What I wasn't okay with was being awake at 1:32am! I tossed and turned and finally realized what was happening. I made it to the bathroom just in time. After about an hour, I realized Shaun was moving around an aweful lot... turns out neither of us had been sleeping for a while. So we did everything we could to try and get some sleep, but we were both so uncomfortable and irritable and just not happy to be awake! I waited until 6am when I knew my boss would be getting up to call and let her know I wouldn't be making it into work. Promptly after that call I fell asleep and was able to get four full hours of complete unconsciousness. Bliss!!! Shaun had the day off, as well, so we kinda bummed around for a bit before hitting the housework.
You see, we have a problem. We both hate to clean. However, we realize that things need to be done, so we begrudgingly clean... but on top of our hatred of the dreaded housework, we both work and by the time we get home are thoroughly pooped. We have just enough energy to play with our bunny and then zone out in the living room - either with the paper, a book, or the tv (more often than not, lately, it's been the tv - it takes less energy). I just thank dear Lord Jesus we don't have children!
Anyhow, while folding laundry, we popped in a movie (The Librarian? It's horrible - don't even think about it. We may have ended up watching about 25minutes of it, total). A few minutes later I got a call from the vet.
Now, last week, being the responsible pet owners we are, we took our recently aquired baby bunny to a rabbit-savvy vet to make sure everything was ok (and, being the overconcerned hypochondriac I am, I was convinced she had about a dozen different diseases). Except for Dr. W savagely mouth-raping dear Beesley (yes, i realize that it was perfectly normal - and necessary, but it just looked so painful), everything went fine. He kept some of her poo to do a fecal analysis in order to double check that everything was working properly on the inside. He was impressed at how much we already knew despite this being our first bunny and said that we were doing a great job with her. The fact that she made it this long alive (she was taken away from her mother WAAY too early) was impressive, and she would be just fine.
So we've been slowly giving her a little more freedom and just really enjoying her bunny antics.
Back to today and the phone call. The vet had called to tell us that the fecal analysis had come back and that Beesley has coccidia - a parasite in her intestines (I actually knew what this was, as it was one of the things I had been convinced she had when we first got her). So we had to go get some medication, and she actually takes it quite well. The thing that really sucked is that we had JUST cleaned out her cage on Saturday, but because of the whole parasite thing had to dump all the new bedding and food and water that we had just given her. humph
Lucky, it doesn't seem to be too bad, as she is showing virtually no symptoms, and should be completely gone by the end of her 10 day medication.
And, with the extra day have been able to get a little more of the housework done. Yay us!
I suppose that's a pretty complete update on what's going on here.
Oh, wait... not quite.
My Father.
January-ish 2005 (Not sure, exactly when this happened): Girlfriend moves in (the 1st one i've ever liked!)
Christmas 2005: Proposes to girlfriend
Summer-ish 2006: Moves into new house in new town with fiance
Christmas 2006: Hasn't spoken to said fiancee since Thanksgiving
February-ish 2007: I receive email from Dad's fiance saying they have finally set a date!! 7-7-07 Destination wedding somewhere warm and lovely (prob. Carribean) so prepare for wonderful vay-cay!
Early March 2007: Another email from fiance saying that my father has called off the wedding.
Seriously?!?!?!?!
Okay, now that's all.
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Hey jessica it was great to chat with you. i forgot how much I love to read your mindless babble. I will pray for the church stuff you wrote about. It is a hard place to be, ironically you are not the only one who feels that way. I can't tell you how many other people feel that way. I wonder if its a clever way of getting us not to really make deep connections. It seems everyone is thinking that they're the outsiders or that everyone else is such good friends already when they really feel the same as we do. Relationships and community can be so difficult.
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