After a long year without friends or family nearby, I finally have made a couple of new friends. I won't talk about them much here right now as I don't know them well enough yet to know if they'd mind. That being said, they're very nice people, and I'm enjoying hanging out with them and such. I cannot tell you how much of a relief it is to have people nearby that I can talk to...not that I'm unhappy spending time with my loving husband *wink wink*.
That being said... I'm itchy right now, because I'm easily embarrassed by the thought of someone else (other than Drew) rubbing lotion on my back. This includes sunscreen. So, Thursday, I was laying in the ocean on my belly picking up random seashell pieces and well... for a couple of days, I was a glowing torch. Thank God for aloe, lol.
We got the cats spayed and neutered on Friday. They were still "high" when we picked them up at the mobile unit. It was a little funny. Haru had no idea where he was, except that he was in a carrier and wanted out. Right now. Immediately. Or he'd have all our heads. Ryo was a bit calmer...surprisingly. Once they got home, Haru decided he hated me for a couple of days and wouldn't let me pet him much. I had to laugh at the sheet of paper they sent home with us. "Restrict your pet's activity for the week..." uh-huh... "...don't allow it to jump or climb as this could tear..." Uhm. Excuse me. These are CATS. Unless you're giving me a hammer or the kitty-cat version of laughing gas, I don't think anything's stopping them from jumping whenever they darn well please. Within 48 hours, Ryo had made her way to the top of the fridge and Haru was sleeping soundly high on the top of the book case. No hope of bringing either down without the potential danger of tearing/ripping stitches and seams. I think that sheet of paper is a sick joke PETA thought of in an effort to see just how frazzled pet parents would look after five days of a non-pet-parent you-tubing the idiocy of, "Ryo, NO!! DON'T JUMP!! YOU'LL BLEED TO DEATH!!!"
In other "freaky" news... I made an interesting decision recently. I had been itching to get a new piercing or tattoo. Obviously due to costs, the tattoo was out of the question. So a piercing it was to be. I chose a navel piercing this time, although, I do want to get a second piercing in each of my ears later on. The new piercing... well, it's more for me than anything else. Kind of a selfish thing, really. But this was a "weird" choice for me because... well, if you know me or look at my photos, you'll see very quickly that I don't show that part of myself. I don't consider it something that should be shown. And to own the truth, I do have a little extra baggage there that I prefer not to introduce the world to, though my husband kindly refuses to consider it fat (maybe he's lying to save face?). So why would someone like me go after a super shiny sparkly thing that will dangle from the part of me I least enjoy flaunting? It's pretty simple. I look at the world around me... and the way that I have felt about it over the last several years. The way I've felt is...that the world around me tries to lock me up in a box. It tries to lock up so many people. It's not always a bad thing to lock some things away...but neither is it good. There is a time and a place for everything. So, this to me is my "sticking it to the man" so to speak. This is my way of being able to be myself when everything else has to be locked away for a moment. Whether it be that super-stuffy suit-wearing business opportunity, or the day I attend a church and everyone in it thinks my hair isn't a conservative enough shade of brown. This is my "freedom" in a sense. Maybe that seems stupid to some of you...or maybe it's like I said earlier and just selfish. But it's there. What's done is done, and I'm happy.
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