Hmm...

I couldn't sleep last night. I was tossing and turning while Husband slept happily next to me. Then the following happened:

Husband: "hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmmm" (It sounded like he was trying to hum some song)
Me: Trying very hard not to laugh but doing very poor job of it. The bed starts to shake from the sheer force of my silent laugh convulsions. Eventually I slip up and start laughing hysterically.
Husband: "What's going on?"
Me: "You were humming and it was funny"
Husband: "What was I humming?"
Me: "I don't know"
Husband: Rolling away from me, "Well stop being so weird"
Me: "But you were the one humming!"
Husband: *snore*

Of course he remembers none of this.

Gotta love married life.

Because I'm intimidating...

I posted the above map (Isn't my drawing lovely?!) to help illustrate this story to it's maximum potential.

So if you happen to know me in real life you know that I'm not the most intimidating person on the planet. Frankly I'm short, thin, and could still pass for someone in high school. However, today I apparently managed to scare a crack head toothless Indian half to death. Let me explain.

As you can see from my lovely map above the place that I currently work for happens to be located directly behind a "massage parlor" also known as a whorehouse. Many a gross and scandalous things have been witnessed by both myself and others over time. Things I'd rather not talk about. Needless to say their clients that hang out back in the alley aren't the most upscale.

Today I was coming down the sidewalk to bring in some of our rescue dogs for the night when I saw C.T.I. throwing rocks at the dogs we had in our outside runs from the alley. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Excuse me! Do we have a problem? What in the hell do you think you're doing?
C.T.I.: *mummble* growling, barking, annoying....*mummble*
Me: If I EVER see you throwing another rock at my dogs I will call the police and have you arrested you understand?
C.T.I.:*mummble*
Me: I do not care what your excuse is. These dogs are locked inside a run, they can not get out, they are not hurting you. You on the other hand are abusing my dogs by throwing rocks at them. Do you want me to throw shit at you for fun?
C.TI.: No *mummble* Bitch.
Me: (taking out cell phone) Either get out of here immediately or I will call the police.
C.T.I.: Ok lady

*cough* Trust me, I made this much nicer then it actually happened.

Anyway once I told my other co-worker about it she wouldn't allow me outside alone again for free that I might get shot. Once the vet found out he also went outside to confront the guy but apparently I had run him off. Apparently a screaming, swearing 100lb woman can be pretty scary. lol

In hindsight it probably wasn't my smartest move ever. Although now I kinda find it all very funny. I'm usually not the type of person who engages in confrontation but apparently a stupid person throwing rocks at defenseless dogs pushes me over the edge. Who knew...

Sleepless nights...

Monday night the tornado sirens went off somewhere around 2:30/2:45am according to Husband. I got myself out of bed at 3 to check on him and make sure things were ok. As we're trying to go back to sleep it starts to hail but tappers off after a few minutes. Sometime around 4:30am (I think) another storm hit and scared me to death. We didn't get much sleep that night. Tonight it's storming (sorta) again. It seems to be all south of here though.

All that being said I loathe Oklahoma meterologist. Loathe them. Anyone who has spent any time in Oklahoma knows that the meterologist around here live for severe weather. They will find any reason to interrupt your regularly scheduled program to tell you about the "possible severe thunderstorm" heading your way (or not). They won't shut up. Tonight I'm missing my Criminal Minds because there's some "severe weather" 90+ miles southeast of here. That being said. When something actually happens around here you'd think they'd do a better job. Most of the time they seem completely disorganized and unprofessional. I'm just a little bitter, that's all.

I finally did it. I turned in my resignation at the vet's office. I was just fed-up. I was getting bitched at because I was taking up too many hours. Somehow they just can't afford an additional 5 hrs a week so that I could actually do a decent job every job. (Even though I was only getting approx 20hrs a week anyway) The breaking point came when the evil practice manager didn't have the balls to talk to me herself and instead sent in the vet to do her dirty work. I felt like she was trying to run me off because she had no real reason to actually fire me. Bitch.

Anyone want to offer me a job by the way? I've been sending out my resume/applying for positions but I'm getting no response. Obviously if I was a man who was willing to do manual labor this would not be a problem. Too bad I'm a woman with a useless college degree. Ah well.

Husband also thinks he may be able to get out of his fall deployment. Although it's the military so you never know for sure.

We attempted to go biking the other day. Exactly 45 seconds into our first attempt Husband blows his back tire. The next day we try to leave and I have a flat on my back tire. Once we finally get out and biking after many failed attempts I collapse onto the side of the path a mere 1.25 miles into the ride. I'm offically a lazy ass.

Oh well. That my attempt at an update for now.