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What Must The Neighbors Think

Sadie’s body count so far this week:

1 large plastic bowl that wasn’t even mine (usually used for salads…and used often might I add)
1 almost full bottle of beta food
4 plates (seriously detrimental considering I was already down to 6, from 8)

Added today:

1 most of a bottle of a brand new bottle of beta food (thank God above it was the pellet kind & not flakes)
1 medium sized soup bowl

The first time I saw the carnage this evening it was only to pick up the homicidal dog on my way to other things. I stared at it for about two minutes recreating in my brain what probably happened to cause it, sort of like CSI, you know…I say quickly because after having seen so effing many I’m experienced in this. I just couldn’t deal with-so I walked out the door.

It wasn’t until I got home tonight that I had the ability to get angry, and I did get angry…with a rolled up magazine (and no one can tell me that she doesn’t remember what she did…not when she cowers everytime I enter the scene of the crime until it’s been cleaned up. She remembers all right). It was only when I was picking up tiny beta food pellet after tiny beta food pellet trying to salvage it did I start to smile inside. Yes, it’s crazy…but I actually looked at her and verbally gloated about the fact that in a few weeks time there would really be nothing left for her to destroy after I gave it all away or stored it.

What must they think upstairs? They really don’t go anywhere…they’re a retired couple. Here they spend all day hearing things breaking and crashing to the floor and then yelling. I bet it sounds like I’m domestically violent towards myself.

Seriously?

A) If I sent you an email within the past three days and you didn’t think it was appropriate to even respond at all…you can suck my toes (toes was actually the nicest out of all the body parts I came up with as options).

B) Although the Mariners lost the past two nights…I had a fun time watching them lose. Why? 1b) It was the second "date" J and I have been on this week. :)

2b) Second reason? It’s always fun watching them wreck the place as one of the 5 trillion fly balls this evening hit the KOMO sign…

C) I think my mom was right…I’m shrinking. Oddly enough, I think I’m shrinking even while I struggle to quit smoking. It has to be the stress, it’s the only answer. My stress is eating me alive.

D) So…Queen Anne here I come (provided my Dad can float me $600 until next Friday). Apt. guy called me today to confirm that as long as everything on my app. checks out (which it will considering that I’m not a felon/pedophile/lease skipper), I’m first in line to get that apt. I’ve been running around for all week. Why am I so excited to move into an apt. where you pass the kitchen in the hallway on the way to the bedroom? Because it’s right. in. the. middle. of. Queen. Anne. Right in the middle. Like I can walk a few blocks to the Seattle Center, middle. Or, I can walk to the 500 quaint little restaurants on 1st, middle. Or, I can take a jaunt to Key Arena, middle. I don’t care that I have to pack away or get rid of, 75% of my belongings because they just won’t fit. I don’t care that it’s something for my parents to bitch at me about because my car might get broken into or it’s dangerous down there or it’s 15 minutes farther than I am now or what am I going to do if I need something from someone (you’d think I was moving to Billings, MT…but I know it’s coming). I don’t care that I can’t really entertain because there’s really nowhere to put anyone. I don’t care that the apt. I’m lusting after would fit into my current place three times. I so want to be there.

Highlight of my day? Toss up between finding out that I pretty much have the green light to move to the heart of Seattle and watching the M’s lose.

Bush Administration Withholds Funds for Global Women’s Health

"New York, NY — For the fifth year in a row, the Bush Administration announced September 13th its decision to withhold the $34 million appropriated by Congress to UNFPA, the United Nations Population Fund. This makes $161 million denied to proven programs that reduce maternal mortality, provide millions of women with contraception and prevent the spread of HIV."

Really? Respectively:

"The cost of the war in Iraq will reach $320 billion after the expected passage next month of an emergency spending bill currently before the Senate, and that total is likely to more than double before the war ends, the Congressional Research Service estimated this week."

Acknowledging that my brain, used to dealing with only hundreds of dollars at the most, really won’t realistically grasp the impact of that much money, it still seems to me that comparitively $34 mil. is sort of paltry compared to $320 bil. Especially considering that amount was projected to double (and that’s in April, 2006).

In a reasonable america, the powers that be might recognize which of the following would perhaps end up to be more productive:

Investing in a means to slow even further, the spread of HIV and preventing erroneous child births, or…

Terrorizing america while working the pro-military population into a crazed frenzy in order to support a facade of a $640 bil. war?

Doesn’t seem like a difficult decision to me, but what do I know?

Dogishness

++Excited to go to class this evening as I missed last week’s. This is the class we’re told that there will be a quiz in every night on the previous week’s chapters (hello six million chapters read over the weekend). I thought nothing of this. *Quiz* to me is like 15 questions…20 tops. I don’t know that I’m alone in this impression either, of course I could be wrong. 50 questions it turns out to be. 50 questions on existentialism and humanism and rogers and gestalt and therapy that runs together so closely because they all begat each other that you really don’t know who’s who. 50. That’s, like, a test. Is it not? Not to mention that they were the type of sneaky questions where there really could be about 4 different right answers. So sneaky in fact that I was tempted to stand up, point at my professor and accuse her of sabotage. Although, that was nothing compare to the hellstorm I walked into when I got home…

++So, I’m an asshole and I forgot to put the key under my mat so my sister could let sadie out. My mom called me about 5 min. before class to tell me that my sister couldn’t find the key. For a second I didn’t really get it until I replayed in my mind, my rush out the door this morning where I didn’t put the key under the mat. Shit, hell and everything else. I couldn’t concentrate the entire class because I imagined that maybe she was dying a doggie suicide at home due to her misery at having been let out in so long. Although, no prior bad-dog episodes of hers could have prepared me for what I walked into. I suppose that she probably took a running jump to actually get up on the kitchen counter since the garbage was knocked over (the garbage that is on the counter in the first place so that she won’t get frisky and knock it over), the cat food eaten and my entire dish drying rack knocked over onto the floor (with all the dishes having impacted at 100mph by the looks of it). I cursed myself for the stupidity of having coffee last weekend because coffee grounds had snowed everywhere. After a moment of staring dumbly at it all I started cleaning it up and realized that I now have only two plates (exceptionally sad since they were disappearing even before this and I can’t figure out for the life of me where they went). I couldn’t even get mad at her really…I would have torn everything to hell if I was her too. Although I must admit I was shocked to find even the fish food empty…so shocked in fact that I forgot myself for a second and after picking up the package carcass off my bedroom floor, looked at her and said out loud really, as if she might actually have answered. although…

++There is absolutely nothing (nothing) in the world that beats the fact that today I successfully bullied an apt. rentor into allowing me to interrupt his personal, peaceful meeting at a coffee joint in queen anne in order to give him a deposit check so that the one apt. I found that had everything I was looking for right now wouldn’t get rented. Nice. Sometimes it pays to be a never-take-no-for-an-answer brat. $615/month, in Queen Anne (minutes away from school AND work), new carpet, allows Sadie in all her bulk to live there, available now and best of all…is not the basement of a house where all winter I would awaken daily to fight a war with spiders.

And, yes, I realize that dogishness is not a word.