Special Hot Chocolate

Direct from the factory of chocolate, hot water, foamy milk love. Yum! :)

Okay..I've been staring at this blank document for almost ten minutes and haven't written anything but the thing about the hot chocolate. Mostly because I'm watching How I Met Your Mother, and it's rather distracting.

Um...alright. Life. Yeah.

There's three beautiful little kittens at work now! They came from the SPCA of course. Three little girls, about 2.5 months old. There's a classic tortiseshell, black fur with flecks of brown and gold, and striking green eyes. I've nicknaked her Kiwi, for her eyes. Her sister is a fluffy muted grey tortiseshell, shy but with a face that's already won over one client who may come back and adopt her. I'm calling her Divinity, because she really is divine, and has such a lovely little personality. And then there's my personal favourite, a siamese mix with the siamese eyes and ears; she's almost all white, but has dark brown ear markings and light brown forehead markings that match her brown long tail. She's so beautiful, and if I didn't already have my sweet boys at home, I'd totally take her home with me. I've nicknamed her Pandora, because for some reason it just came to me, and it fits. I love the loyalty in a siamese cat, but they're not friendly towards other people. Phoenix is the sweetest kitty in the world, no matter how annoying he is sometimes. And I love him more than anything.

I mean, look at that face. <3

I love you Phoenix. You's mah babeh.

Autopsy

What does anyone ever really know about the world?

These are the thoughts that go through my mind while sitting in a restaurant waiting for the cheesiest bruschetta I've ever tasted. Yeah. Random photo. In a restaurant. Waiting for bruschetta.

Burning through the sky

Yep, Queen. What could be better?

"I'm burning through the sky - 200 degrees, that's why they call me Mr Farenheit! I'm travelling at the speed of light; I wanna make a supersonic man outta you! Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball!"

Anyway, today work was a whirlwind of anxiety and relaxation. Yes. I'm serious! The morning wasn't so bad until an emergency came in; a dog that had been attacked by something wild the night before. They came from Cortez Island, which only has five ferries per day, and the dog had been attacked after the last one had already left. So they called the A/H line and spoke to a Dr who advised them to keep pressure on the wounds to try and stop the bleeding. They caught the first ferry over in the morning and brought the dog in - with the whole family. We got them into an exam room and though both dr's were in surgery at the time, the technicians did their best to assess the dog's condition. Finally a Dr left surgery to assess the dog, and when the parents left the room they had smiles on their faces. They said it was looking optimistic, that they were going to put down a deposit and then come back to pick her up later. Just as the woman was going to put down the deposit, the Dr called them back into the room. Their two young daughters (one was about 12, and the younger one was probably 9 or 10) sat on the couch and waited. The youngest one had been crying since they came in. It was hard to carry on in a business/professional setting when two girls are sitting on the couch crying, I'm trying to help someone over the phone, and my coworker is helping someone over the phone. And then...the worst thing happened. All of a sudden I could hear grief-stricken wails and cries from the children and choruses of "she's dead! she's dead! but mom, she's DEAD!"

Listening to two hysterical children wail about their dead dog was tragic enough. The hardest part was trying to speak to their father, who was stricken by his daughters' reaction and clearly was trying to be composed for the sake of his family, but the look in his eyes was terrifying and painful. I had to take his payment, then explain that we'd put his dog in a burial box for them to pick up later, as per his request. Of course it was awkward to carry out his dog as well.

Anyway, we had a very quick day, since we managed to stay busy the whole time. It's nice when it works out that way.

Lyric:....I kind of already did that. ^_^

Quote: "Together forever, one day at a time." - WHOF

Picture: Yup.

Oh yeah. So that's my day. My long speil about a dog that died. -_- I'm interesting.

Show me the way to go home

Show me the way to go home

I'm tired and I want to go to bed

I had a couple drinks about an hour ago

And it's gone right to my head

Yup. I'm exhausted from our long weekend in Nanaimo and almost wish we'd left yesterday so we could have spent Sunday at home and not in a whirlwind of other stuff.

I wrote this on my Blackberry in the van on the way home - not Brighty, but the other van - to CR with a quiet evening on the horizon. I'm glad we got to spend time in Nanaimo but I couldn't wait to be home with my kitty. I missed his persistent little meow in the morning, his expectancy of breakfast before anything else, his annoyed face when I kiss his nose or hug him for too long, his strong motor purr, the way he likes to sleep in his crinkle tunnel I bought for him for $14 at Walmart when we first got the boys. Yeah, I'm definitely turning into a crazy cat lady. And I'm okay with that! He's my baby-cat, and I'd do anything for him.

Anyway, in the mall today, I bought some outlandish sushi and ate some raw fish without thinking about how bad an idea it was and now I feel rather ill. I probably shouldn't have eaten raw fish before a nearly two hour drive home, but ntohing else was appealing to me. My stomach then reminded me with every jolt of the van on the highway that I was very stupid indeed. I did my best not to think about it too much - I figured if I ignored it, it'd eventually just go away.

We went to a club on Friday night called Level Two...it was nice but we got there way too early and wanted to go home before the real party ever started anyway. It was someone's birthday and everyone that came in was coming for that reason. They all knew each other and we felt rather awkward sitting there by ourselves. The bartender, however, was cute and did everything with a flourish. Though they didn't have a blender (no strawberry margarita, sigh) he made us a couple of interesting creations that tasted really good. The first was an orange, yellow and pink drink. I'm not sure what kind of alcohol was in it, but it tasted like candy. The second one was fizzy. He made it with raspberry and apple sourpuss and something blue, then cola and soda water. That one, we could taste the alcohol in. It was good too! He was very accomodating, since we had no idea what we wanted, were rather timid, very nervous, and it was our first time. He was kind of calm, not wild and crazy, and I loved that quality about him. He was friendly, though, and had a killer smile.

Despite having a good time shopping and doing other things around Nanaimo I realized that when pent up in a dorm room with my sister and my roommate/ex girlfriend, tensions tend to run kind of high. We got on each other's nerves a lot (though there were good times too) and as always, my sister teased me left right and center. I can't say I'm surprised. She's always calling me a pussy, a coward, a lesbian, lame, stupid, the list goes on. So I was a little nervous to go to a club I didn't know in a town I didn't know. Sue me. Granted, nothing bad happened, but that's not the point. It COULD have. It was reassuring that everything went okay, though. It makes me think that maybe we'll go back one day (later in the evening, of course).

It's good to be home, though, with my kitty and my comfort zone.

Lyric: "Don't you worry there, my honey, we might not have any money, but we've got our love to pay the bills." - You and I, Ingrid Michaelson

Picture: A snapshot my roommate took of me on our second day in Nanaimo. She told me to do something "singing in the rain" inspired, since it was raining all day, so I stuck the umbrella out and did a somewhat whimsical pose.

Goodnight, no one.

Dancing in the Dark

We're going clubbing tonight. Eek. We're in Nanaimo for the long weekend staying in my sister's dorm room. A bit odd..but okay.
Boyfriend and I are no more. I discovered on his Facebook page today that he's ALREADY in a relationship with someone else. A little quick on the rebound, are we?
Made me feel like shit, anyway. Clearly I wasn't all that important in the first place. It looks like it's been going on for a bit...and she was never mentioned to me (I only know this because he replied to my 'that was fast' with 'it wasn't all that quick'). Delightful.
So I'm spending a weekend of doing nothing but what I want to...no kittens to wake me up, no work to drag me down, just me and my lovely and my sister, chillin' in Nanaimo. We're headed to a club later called Level 2...it's supposed to be fun. Who knows.
Anyway at the university there's all these bunnies running around...I took a picture of this little white one who hopped right up to us under the cover of a bush that seperated us from him/her. It was so cute.

Well...I guess that's all for now. We're gonna go get ready for clubbing. Yikes. It's the first time we've ever done something like this! Goodnight, un-readers.