Rebel Rescuer

No sleepy time for you!

Its 5:30 am and I haven't been to bed yet.  Insomnia, Baby. 

But I HAVE (since midnight) gone to the grocery store, done three loads of laundry, returned rescue emails, posted some crap on facebook, and joined a mommy forum.

Except that I'm not a mommy, but whatever.  They have good coupons there.

Oh and the grocery store?  Creepy place when there are no other customers and not a single person at the registers.  Creepy.  And then going out to the car, wind blowing, dark.  Ugh, I was all about Stephen King right then.

I need to bake pies and stuff celery and a number of other Thanksgiving things, but its a tad early for that.  PG is sleeping soundly (I thought he was supposed to be up a while ago, but maybe he's taking today off?  That would be weird.)  Anyway, the sun just won't come up and I'm stir crazy and bored.

I think its time to raid the pantry in search of junk food or sleeping pills or something.

Oh and since you know I'm a HUGE Twilight fan, this has to be the BEST song from the New Moon soundtrack.  Seriously, listen to it.  You'll love it, even if you're not into the movie.

Thom Yorke (yup, of Radiohead) "Hearing Damage".

 

Pretty Damn Good

I've missed this place.  Somewhere along the lines it was shoved to the back burner, then off onto the unswept floor.  But about sixty times a day, I think of things that I just need to get off my chest and I've missed that.

So here I am, maybe a little more heartbroken than before, as its been a tough couple of weeks in Rebville.  But it builds charachter or some smart ass once said, and I guess I believe him.

I'll not lie, its 1am and I'm sitting here with a quarter of a bottle of wine, sipping it straight from the bottle like a wino in an alley.  Except that I don't usually drink and I'm not in an alley.  And I'm wearing clean pants.  And its tasting better than it probably should.  But after this week, I deserve this "glass" of wine and that's that.

Its been the lows that kicked my ass, but the highs have been there too, support that I never knew existed while I chase this dream of solving the world's homeless animal problem.  It dawned on me that this rescue may have once belonged to me, but now...it belongs to everyone who ever thought "they're doing a good job" or who selflessly dropped a buck in a collection jar at the courthouse.  Its grown up, and dragged me along with it, until now it has its own heartbeat and is the boisterous five year old that it wasn't before.  I'm pretty enamored with that.

On the personal, non-dog front, PG continues to do whatever it is that he does at work and I continue to fill my days with poker, dogs, and the usual mundane activities that housewives do.  We are status quo, and that's just fine.

My dogs and husband are sleeping, there is kona in the frezer from some friends that regularly trek to Hawaii, and well, things are going OK.  And that's pretty damn good, in my opinion.

Non-drunk hangover

I am back home after last night's no so impressive big poker tournament.  I almost wish I could say that I messed up somewhere.  I wish I could say, "Damn, had I not made that call".  But it didn't go like that.  It was the cards and I played them as best as I could.  Well, I didn't play any for about three hours...card dead like a slabbed corpse at the coroner's office.

So we'll let that go and move on and get back to regular tournament action later in the week.

In the meantime, we took in a special needs little dog that I'll tell you about later.  For now, I feel like I have a hangover.  That keeps happening to me despite the fact that I don't drink.  Well, not often anyway.    Right now, since I'd kept the weekend open for the poker tournament, I have nothing to do but wish I were back in the hotel room, back at the tables, anywhere but sitting here wishing I was there.

I think its nap time.  I'm chaulking this day up as a shitty, hungover-like waste.  But its not so bad, really.