"You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you." - You're Beautiful. James Blunt.
I'll start with the continuing saga of my mornings with Mia. Last night I was up late writing a paper and by the time I was done and able to fall asleep, it was past 4am. It gets harder and harder to sleep when you see the minutes you'll have to refresh counting down. I kept thinking, less than 3 hours of sleep, damn. Well 7am comes around and I quickly turn off my alarm clock for a few minutes more of sleep. I might of overlsept, but Mia came to the rescue. She once again got on top of me and started pawing my face. Luckily, the night before I cut her nails, so I wouldn't get anymore scratches across my face. She must of noticed the lack of pain because she then proceeded to bite me. Yes, Mia fucking bit me on my arm. She acted like nothing had happened and meowed so I could go feed her. And where is Koki through all this, on the floor waiting for Mia to do her work. When I get up, she jets from her spot towards their feeding dish.
On a more serious note, I have mentioned how my grandpa is currently in a nursing home getting better from a stroke he had. I have been to the home and it wasn't as bad as I feared, yet when I am away, they never cease to find ways to piss me off. The first thing they did was break his hearing aid. Some idiot decided to take him a bath with it still in. So, water plus hearing aid equals a broken hearing aid. My grandmother had to find a place to fix it and it cost her a lot of money she didn't have. Somehow they blamed it on him for not telling them. Then the other day, they found a way to one up that one. There is probably nothing more tied to your dignity than your teeth. My grandfather, like most people 95 years old, wears dentures. Well guess what? They lost his teeth. He had them on when my grandmother left one day and the next day they were missing. He has never lost his teeth in all the decades he has had them, and now that he is under their care, they are gone. Once again they blamed him and said he probably dropped them somewhere or left them in the bed and they just took all the sheets, teeth too. So now he has to get new teeth, which is also freaking expensive. Guess who has to pay for it? Money aside, it won't be until a week he can get fit for them, and then at least another week to get them. And this whole time, he can only eat liquid foods and can't talk b/c he doesn't have teeth. It is hard not to get angry when a person you love has to go through shit like this above and beyond the torment of being in a nursing home. My aunt knows of the situation and is complaining, but since she is in Dallas, she can't do much. My grandmother can ask questions, but she has to go there daily and she is too kind and gentle to get them to change.
I went out and purchased a punching bag. I also bought a stud finder and installed the bag myself. (will probably return the stud finder). I bought the bag not so much for the possible workout, but for a great outlet of stress. Nothing feels better than ripping into a punching bag and getting all your agression out. Who knows, maybe in a couple of months I'll be a boxer or ultimate fighter. Then again, it will probably go the way of the heart rate monitor, soccer ball, tennis racket, bed lifter, steam iron, chess board and procrastination book.
Today is such a beautiful day. I try to say that sparingly, but it is very uncharacteristic of January. 62 degrees in the middle of winter. This is the warmest January in DC on record. Ironic that I continue to bitch about the weather. It is going to drop significantly tomorrow, but for today I am going to enjoy it. I wish I had more outdoor activities to do.
I was on my way home from work and racing to get home. I'm going 55 mph in a 30mph zone and I think, damn I am probably going too fast, thank God I didn't get a ticket. Then out of nowhere, I get flashed. I know in my mind that a cop is up ahead so I slow down to a genius 45 mph and look for a cop. No cop, but then out of nowhere, there is a cop standing in the street pulling me over. He had his car hidden and he was out by himself with his gun. I get tagged for 45 and at 5 bucks a mile, that puts me at $136. That was a nice guy who flashed me, but I'm an idiot for not slowing all the way down.
hanging out on your bed while you needlessly pamper your cats