My poor blog readers...(all 2 of you)...you must think I have abandoned you. Which, in a way, I have, since my life consists of very little of interest. Unless you would like daily updates on the escapades of Dwight and B.P., which I could go on and on about, but I doubt you would find that interesting. In addition, the "o" button on my laptop is now sticking, thus making it quite hard to write about anything with an "o" in it. Good thing Dwight's name doesn't contain one.

I really just logged on today to tell you to look at this post on CuteOverload.

But I suppose I should do some sort of update. Let's see...

Dwight and I have been battling a patch of ringworm on his belly. (Yeah, gross! Now you get a sense of my day-to-day life.) So we have a routine twice a day--I roll him over onto his side, saying something silly like, "Let's see it! Let's see it!" and then I clean the patch off with some hydrogen peroxide and then rub in a ton of Lotrimin. Thankfully, none of us humans have contracted this deadly disease yet, since it took me literally 2 years to get rid of it the last time I got it (from a shelter dog).
But the thing that makes this story more interesting, is the fact that now, whenever Dwight sees the cotton ball bag, he turns on his side and lifts up his leg so I can do what I need to do. It's hilarious, because unlike other dogs, Dwight doesn't roll over easily for some reason, so getting into position on his side to show me his belly is quite an endeavor for him. I think he likes the quality belly rubbing time, though he's never been one for actual belly rubs. Wierd, right?

Does anyone have any suggestions on fixing ringworm in dogs? We haven't taken him to the vet for it yet, since it seems to be responding to the lotrimin, but we will if it spreads.

Other things on the animal front:
1. B.P. is a love as always. We've got him a collar because there's this guy across the way who also feeds ferals and I think he might let B.P. into his house sometimes, and if he does, I want him to know that B.P. is already owned by us, and not a stray to take in. (Which, how would you not know, seeing how fat he is getting...I guess he's making up for the lean times.)
In any case, B.P. is very good about the collar and keeps it on the whole time he is outside. It's really cute hearing the tag jingle as he runs toward us.

2. Billy the gerbil, who lost his brother Lars a couple of months ago, got really sick for a while. His eyes started getting bigger and bigger, and I was really worried for a weekend. Then, his eyes went back to normal, but looked cloudy. I thought he was over whatever it was. Then, the next weekend, he started gushing blood from his eyes. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever witnessed. Aaron and I were freaking because we couldn't decide whether to take him to the vet or not, since all our experience with taking small animals to the vet is that it stresses them out so much they die soon after (or on the examining table, as per Monica and Jordan's poor guinea pig, Bob). So we let Billy try to get better on his own. He kept trying to rub his face in his sand bath to stop the bleeding, so we took it out and gave him some flour, which supposedly has styptic powers. But it didn't work, and seemed to make it worse, so we took it out. He eventually stopped bleeding, though it started and stopped twice that weekend. Now, he is pretty quiet, but does move around to eat and drink, and he'll take treats from me. In fact, while he was gushing blood and dripping it everywhere, he was still eating! Anyways, gerbils are the hardiest rodents, so hopefully he will recover a bit more.

Ok well, I gotta go. While writing this post, I am slowly eating the mediocre potato salad I made last night, and Dwight is whining at me because he wants some.

It's 3 am and I'm home alone!

Aaron is gone for the weekend unexpectedly, and I feel like a 14 year old left to my own devices. Currently I am sprawled across the bed, bathed in the blue light of the computer screen, with Dwight curled up next to me. Two seconds before I started this post, I was mouth breathing (unintentionally, due to my sinus infection that is mostly better now) and looking up random flickr photos.

All I ate today was a sub sandwich from Jimmy Johns, some popcorn, and a bite of fruit loops. I am way too used to being taken care of...if Aaron is around, he will get me food if I am feeling too weak (or lazy) to get out of the house. And if he is around, it feels less futile to scrounge up appropriate food for two rather than just me. Lucky that Dwight's kibble is easy to prepare!
And then I spent all day finishing up a book about dragons and catching up on TV. What the heck will I do tomorrow? Probably more of the same.

Dwight got his new collar in today! He looks very handsome in it. The new smell is getting to me though.

as per Aaron: 'Mockery is the greatest form of flattery, Jenny'. That, apparently, is his excuse for mocking me until I told him he was being annoying.

The mind is a terrible thing. Mine plagues me. Tonight, it started out slyly, by reminding me of humiliating moments in my life that make me want to gouge my brains out when I think of them. Just when I thought I had succeeded in forgetting them. Nothing earth shattering, just things I wish I'd never said or gaseous expulsions I wish I could have been warned about by my traitor body before they actually expulsed. But now, as I lay in bed, my mind takes a deleterious turn, and forces me to think of all the saddest things that could happen. Just when I thought that being in Austin for the weekend had cured my insomnia temporarily...
Yep, this is a pretty typical blog post for 4 am.

Monica, Lump (her cat), and Jordan are in Dallas this weekend for the Shootout. My weekend has consisted of eating out at restaurants (yipee!), bookstores, and watching Lump, who is currently in heat, present herself to Dwight at every opportunity. She also presents to humans, furniture, and especially shoes. She was a bottle baby, so she's a little confused.

Mobile blogging! Ah, what innovation insomnia brings...

I'm back from a weekend in Houston! I spent Sunday morning with Aaron doing yard work for his mom--we were to remove a "bush," which once I saw it, it was really small tree-sized, so I think it was a bit misleading to call it a bush. I imagined a waist-high, soft-branched thing, but really it was pretty big. Taller than me. In any case, we got it out eventually, but I ache in places I didn't even know existed. And there's more "bush"-removing planned for Christmas. Delightful.
Actually it was sorta fun to be outside and getting my workout, and I was fed really well this weekend.

What I'm up to these days:
1. Working on finding a job, but also feeling really anxious about talking to new people in order to do it.
2. Watching Desperate Housewives on netflix on demand.
3. Selling off some unnecessary stuff.
4. Cleaning! I basically haven't done any major cleaning in this place for 3 years...so I have some catching up to do.
5. Re-reading The Other End of the Leash, to refresh my dog knowledge.