It’s so sweet that my husband allows me to verbally abuse him in order to blow off steam after a frustrating day at work (which lately seems to be every day). He is very understanding when I end up snapping at him due to the irritation that builds up all day; then I come home and he’s the only one around to lash out at.
Tonight he took it in stride and even took me to the mall so I could get some retail therapy. $40 later I had a cute powder blue hoodie from Kohl’s, and a bracelet, necklace, and lightweight cardigan from New York & Company. I feel much better now!
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Hey, did anyone else get their coupon from Mars for the Real Chocolate Relief Act? I’ve been going to the site every Friday and yesterday I got two of the three coupons I requested. They are good until August 21st but I doubt they’ll last long. Chocolate is a nice stress reliever.
Last Saturday we adopted two rats via Petfinder from a local couple who were moving to an apartment that doesn’t allow pets.
Shortly after bringing them home, we noticed the white and cream colored one had a weird held tilt and slept a lot more than the other. Wednesday we took both rats to the vet and she gave us antibiotics (as well as probiotics) to give the one rat. Since then he’s been more alert, although he scares me a bit with his unpredictable behavior and over-excitement where food is concerned. Hence he was dubbed Nutter Butter because there’s just something a bit off with him. We named the dark one Templeton after the rat in Charlotte’s Web since he’s the explorer.
I have to say, I’ve been doing research on different small animals (rabbits, ferrets, guinea pigs, and rats) for awhile, including checking out books from the library, but it wasn’t until after we got these two that I found out male rats have a distinctive odor and it’s not all that pleasant. The first day we had them it made me lose my appetite. We went to Petsmart and picked up a better quality litter/bedding called Yesterday’s News which helped a lot, plus threw out an edible log that they had in their cage that was stinking to high heaven and replaced it with a piece of PVC pipe that we can easily clean, but we still have to change the cage every couple of days to avoid the stink.
The thing is, I’m not 100% sure they are going to stay with us since they are making me really itchy. The kids really liked them, but we told them we’re babysitting them for a friend of ours just in case we have to get rid of them. I’m committed to nursing Nutter Butter back to health before finding them a new home if that’s what it comes down to, however.
I don’t want people passing judgment on me thinking I’m not a responsible pet owner – I feel bad about the possibility of having to find them another home but it’s going to be at least another 10 days since the round of antibiotics Nutter Butter is on is a 14 day regimen. Perhaps by then I won’t be so itchy.
Ugh. Life would be so much easier if I could just get a cat. At least being itchy would be worth it, but for these guys, I’m not so sure. We’ll see what happens, though, as it’s only been a bit over a week and they are more entertaining than Oreo.
Here’s two videos I took of the little rascals today.
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Funny side note: Nutter Butter’s original name was Professor Dickweed (taken from Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby) since that part always cracks us up, but we thought better of it since we couldn’t have the kids calling him that. That’s his nickname, however.
Two new services our town has recently implemented:
Free dry-cell battery recycling (at the Village Hall), including old electronic devices
Expired or unused medications disposal (located at the police department, of course)
We’ve been trying to do our part for the environment like using the reusable grocery bags (although I will be the first to admit we could always do more), so I’m really happy to hear about these new developments. If only they had introduced them a bit sooner – I went through the medicine cabinet and chucked a bunch of drugs not even a month ago.
Last weekend my brother came to visit and when he went outside to leave, found two $25 parking tickets on his windshield written within one minute of each other by the same cop. The first reason was he was parked with the left wheel to the curb instead of the right, and the second reason was because he was too far from the curb.
We felt responsible since he had asked us earlier in the day if he should move his car and we told him not to bother. I thought the way he was facing wasn’t correct, but I didn’t say anything because I second-guessed myself and thought maybe it was just me being overly anal and not necessarily against the law. My brother didn’t think much of it either since he lives on a one-way street where it doesn’t matter if the right wheel isn’t against the curb.
We originally went down to the police station just to pay both tickets but as we were walking to the building I started getting mad thinking about it and asked how to contest them instead. I realize they are two separate infractions, but they are listed together as one reason next to the check box so I think the cop was being a bit of a jerk about it. To add insult to injury, there’s an out of state car that’s been parked on the street overnight for going on two weeks now who hasn’t been ticketed at all. The rules are no street parking between 2am – 6am for vehicles that don’t have a city parking sticker, so I included that as one of the reasons I felt they should waive one ticket.
Today I got a response in the mail and at first got mad because the piece of paper stated that my request was denied. But then I noticed that there were two papers, one for each ticket, and one of them was approved, so that means we only have to pay one of the tickets! Hooray! Joe was surprised they agreed to waive anything, so that goes to show you it pays to at least ask. Also, we’ve learned a $25 lesson for the next time my brother comes over.
We were standing in line at the dollar store today when I noticed they sell pregnancy tests. At the dollar store. For a dollar! Wait, how much was that again? As Joe kept saying over and over after picking up every damn item in the damn store just to annoy me – “a dollar!” I don’t know, but I wouldn’t trust a pregnancy test from the dollar store. I bet it’s like an eight ball. You just hold it up and ask, “Am I pregnant?” The answer? “All signs point to yes”. Because if you’re buying a pregnancy test from the dollar store, chances are you didn’t purchase birth control.
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Holy crap, I just read about the new iPhone 3GS that comes out later this month. I guess being forced to wait for my T-Mobile contract to expire has been a blessing in disguise. The 16GB 3GS is going to cost as much as what I would have paid for the 8GB 3G. Sure, I could still get the 8GB 3G since they are lowering the price, but where is the fun in that? Just a little under a month and the new iPhone will be mine.
