Aliteration

Bitter bored bloggers blatantly bother buddies because base behavior beckons beseechingly...

So very sorry my valiant readers! I have been in bed sick or rushing about trying not to become more sick because I was not resting enough. The thought that continues to race through my head is, "No rest for the wicked...". I don't know why I have put myself up against a wall like that but rather than have an inside battle with myself I have decided to simply accept that I could be maybe a little teeny bit evil and move on.

Training has come to a standstill due to how sick I have been. I went in and sparred right as I was getting ill and thought I did okay. The guy I fought is like 10 feet tall and he said I did okay so that made me feel pretty decent about the whole flailing about ordeal. While I was feeling pretty horrid, I just couldn't live with myself and went in for about an hour to work out my upper body with weights and then rode the bike until I had jello leg. I also jumped rope because I don't want to fall out of practice. Watching Million Dollar Baby over and over totally helps because it's keeping me motivated. It was totally worth going to the gym, but I don't think it helped me with my whole stay in bed and get better flow. Oh, and to those of you that worry about watching Million Dollar Baby and having your heart melt, it's a safe and different kind of melt that just solidifies that some things should be allowed and we are controlled by outside forces that we will never ever conquer unless we work as a unit and accept the fact that pain and suffering are a part of life but all good things must come to an end. I also get super fucked up messages from watching movies. Hence my lack of TV watching. Speaking of super fucked up messages, I went and saw 300. Highly recommended. I might go to Reading and see it in 3D. If for nothing else, it will satisfy that kicking, biting, screaming child in me.

Bob is a boy. His little cheek feathers are coming in orange and his brown feathers by his wings are also on their way marking him decidedly male. His parents have moved on and laid more eggs and as much as I am against a plethra of babies I am more against snatching babies. It's just something I am having a hard time with. I have asked M to snatch them for me and he has agreed so lets all hope they haven't hatched, shall we? Does the third eye apply here? I absolutely refuse to snatch hatched babies, Oh the trauma! Okay, moving on. I found a single female for my one lone male and I thought that would right the dwelling world until the other day when daddy Bob had sex with Malcolm. Yes, Malcolm is not only a girl but she covets other womens husbands. Aside from the fact that this is clearly the act of a heathen I'm assuming this could mean more fertalized eggs. I might have to remove the nests all together lest I end up with a dwelling full of babies, putting in action the need for a larger dwelling. Which puts us at the point of the story where I discuss my need of finding somewhere to live in a warmer climate where I can simply build a massive outdoor aviary... Oh you so read that correctly, no need to go back... As much as I would love to pretend I am not a crazy pet lady and live the rest of my life giving no second thought to animals and their need to breed like rabbits, it simply isn't a reality. And a huge outdoor aviary??? It's the mother of all projects! I might start by making all the nests uncovered again so removing the eggs is a little less stressful for all of us.

My hair will be removed tomorrow! HORRAY! I haven't taken a before picture. Man, do I suck at this. Ah, whatever, I'm not even so sure I want my picture on here to begin with. :) Take that! And that! I have also upped the gauge of my earrings.

I have jumped from about a 20 to a 14. I guess all the warnings about doing this gradually are true because this is some serious pain! One of my puncture wounds is giving me mad hassle and I am about at my wits end as I cannot continue until this one is in. It's pissing me off as I wanted to have this completed by this evening. This has called for a little home surgery. The bathroom sink holds pins, scissors, large sewing machine needles, alchohol (rubbing you fucking booze hound) and a leatherman. Seriously, this fucking ring is going in so help me goD. Granted the bathroom looks like a torture chamber but it helped get people out of here faster when the real estate guys came by to show the apartment. :) My super bitch sour attitude probably hurried things along as well.

Beginning on Armed Forces Day I will be taking my first basic pistol class along with a general care instruction class. There might be some self defense mixed into the day as well. Then I might be taking a pistol/rifle class another day while finishing up with shotgun. I'm going to be ready for anything. If a rifle class cannot be found in an area that doesn't mean driving for hours, we might simply be staying with more pistol training. Can you ever really have enough pistol training?

I have to figure out so much shit that my trip planning is going very very slowly. I am making a list of things I am going to need to do and need to get. I need a bunch of shit for the dogs. I'm going to ask my vet to get me some anti-venom for the sheer fact that I will be roaming about the desert at some point during this trip. If my dog gets snakebit I would like to have the remedy and save myself a lot of panic and tears. I also still need a trailer that is less than 6 x 12. wtf? Who knew this would be so fucking hard to find...

As I have been a total slacker when it comes to pictures, I have emptied my phone for your viewing pleasure...

The Jiminator willing me to stop calling his name over and over just because I am bored and own a camera phone:


I'm liking this picture very much for some reason. Makes me think of the 'hood:


In the coyote infested woods. At first it was a mud pit and the trails were more like little rivers... dirty but cool in it's own way.



Ah yes, then it snowed in the coyote infested woods. Blech. Whatever, I now own a young poodle. Snow and coyotes is nothing we can't take. We even carved the first paths. See the tracks? That's only us. This basically equals out to no one in their right mind went out in the woods to walk around in this shit...


The clean, bare path up ahead. We are fearless explorers. Thankfully we are fearless explorers that haven't happened across any wild animals. Because we would suddenly be very domestic, very worried homebodies confused as to the rapid change of events.


Here's the cardinal I see every single day. Not only is he beautiful to look at, his song is something to envy. I practice his call to him and I don't know what he is thinking when I do it. It usually ends up with him flying away so I'm going to go ahead and assume my territory is larger and I could get all the bitches if I wanted them. I'm just glad he came this close and held still long enough for me to get his picture. I bet you are too. I don't know the definition to lame.



I like second story gazebos over yard ones any day...


James with his newest and most favorite toy ever. It's a Jolly Ball and we all know Jolly Balls are for savaging and killing.


Charles also enjoys balls. He likes the ones of the smaller variety as they are easier to catch and bring back. He's a natural and can do it all day. Seriously. All day long without getting tired.


I AM THE GAUGE GODDESS!! IT'S IN!

This is the fence Charles squished himself under when his ball rolled under it and threatened to leave our life forever. I was impressed and picture taking ensued...


Ah yes... While walking the dogs at *ahem* I of course took the random degrading pictures:


And then came across this in the middle of the woods

I noticed a sign on the side of it and curiosity might kill cats but I am still going strong

Upon still closer inspection it was suddenly crystal clear why curiosity kills cats and I immediately went to see if it was locked or not... sadly it was. I think we all know that sign is just to disuade us from stealing all the diamonds and rubies that truck holds...


There was also a bush that was totally out of place due to no plant life showing life yet

They're fake, but tricky... Just like everything else in this world...


The tired walk back to the truck after a day well spent


Oh! The last time I was at *cough* there was a man walking his llamas! They were charged by six dogs and watching the man try to protect and shoo the dogs made me appreciate llamas and their nasty biting/kicking habits. They were not even slightly ruffled by the dogs. If I ever have a farm, there will be at the very least, one llama. I like the way it feels to say llama anyway. And the double L? Fine by me.



And that's all. There... we're all caught up for right now. Well, except for the incredibly personal shit, but I am never going to tell you that on here anyway.