Just wanted to write a quick note about how much I appreciate it when the sun comes out.
Before Paul was nice enough to give me this job trash collecting alongside him, I hardly ever went outside unless mom needed me to run to the store, or if dad was in trouble or in jail for attempting to steal part of some evil chipmunks nut store..
Anyway, I never got out much before this trash collecting job. But, now that I'm responsible for taking care of mom as she comes back from all of her recent injuries and the back infection, I'm starting to get a little better at going outside, holding in my food, and ignoring the fact that humans are walking around nearby. Paul seems to appreciate the effort, too.
But I'm now realizing how awesome it is when it's sunny outside. God it makes work so much easier to do, physically speaking... as well as mentally, too.
"Are you turning over a new leaf completely, Kevin?" -No, Mom.. I know it seems that way from this post, but no, I am not. So don't get any big ideas.
[...]
Well, maybe my leaves are moving a little bit...
But definitely not turning.
We'll see.
Kevin
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
(Octo)-Egg Mess, Sunday Noodling's
Happy belated Easter/Passover to and and all creatures.
My mom and I don't really celebrate many human holiday's, but she does have a thing about making deviled eggs on Easter Sunday. Since she's still out of commission, I was in charge of making the eggs.
Unfortunately, they came out looking less like deviled eggs, and more like this:
(Just kidding- they didn't sprout tentacles. That would have been awesome, though.)
Otherwise, we just go about our regular Sunday routines:
(This is what my typical Sunday schedule looks like)
Wake
Make Breakfast (for mom and I)
Eat (Toast + Liquid)
Organize bookshelf
Clean Bathroom
Listen to Hour of Sunday AM Jazz with Mom
Toot Around on Computer
Lay on Floor of Bedroom
Check on Mom
Look Out Window
Call Uncle Charlie
(Think about Dad)
Groom
Organize Dry Goods Closet
Organize Nut Cellar
Order (Sunday) Pizza
Watch 60 Minutes (With Respect to Mike Wallace) with Mom
[Etc.]
Work again tomorrow AM. Starting out after a lot of time off to tend to Mom.
Not feeling quite as nervous as I did before my first day of work.
So long as it rains or snows like the paper says for tomorrow, I'll be OK. Humans hate crap weather. Especially in Spring.
Kevin
My mom and I don't really celebrate many human holiday's, but she does have a thing about making deviled eggs on Easter Sunday. Since she's still out of commission, I was in charge of making the eggs.
Unfortunately, they came out looking less like deviled eggs, and more like this:
 |
| Yum! |
(Just kidding- they didn't sprout tentacles. That would have been awesome, though.)
Otherwise, we just go about our regular Sunday routines:
(This is what my typical Sunday schedule looks like)
Wake
Make Breakfast (for mom and I)
Eat (Toast + Liquid)
Organize bookshelf
Clean Bathroom
Listen to Hour of Sunday AM Jazz with Mom
Toot Around on Computer
Lay on Floor of Bedroom
Check on Mom
Look Out Window
Call Uncle Charlie
(Think about Dad)
Groom
Organize Dry Goods Closet
Organize Nut Cellar
Order (Sunday) Pizza
Watch 60 Minutes (With Respect to Mike Wallace) with Mom
[Etc.]
Work again tomorrow AM. Starting out after a lot of time off to tend to Mom.
Not feeling quite as nervous as I did before my first day of work.
So long as it rains or snows like the paper says for tomorrow, I'll be OK. Humans hate crap weather. Especially in Spring.
Kevin
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Learned Your Lesson Yet, Yan-Paul?
**A CAUTIONARY NOTE TO THOSE WHO TAKE MAJOR HOLIDAY'S, WEEKENDS, AND ALL OTHER REASONS FOR CELEBRATION EXTRA SERIOUSLY... I MEAN, BASICALLY AS AN EXCUSE TO PARTY. SEE BELOW!**
Checking on my facebook this afternoon, I was faced front and center on my news feed by a picture of an old buddy of mine who apparently had far too much "fun" yesterday during a night out with friends.
Yan Paul was one of the only creatures I can safely say was a friend of mine during our time attending high school together (in human years, for those of you who are curious, high school is about a month-long period of time, whereas school in general takes us squirrels about 3.25 months to complete).
Yan seemed just as uncomfortable about being there as I was from primary, through elementary, until about middle school. During those most awkward years, Yan and I were forced to share a locked since Burlington's A.C.F.E. (Animal Center for Education) was awfully short on necessary supplies to keep the place up and running efficiently when I attended school. Sharing a locker made us both realize very quickly how socially awkward and generally afraid of being away from home we both were. A match made in heaven.
For the remainder of middle school, until the first half of our time spent in high school (2 weeks, or so) Yan and I were stuck together like glue. We would eat our lunches together near the front entrance of the cafeteria (away from the infamous troupe of "Bully Birds" that ruled the school during my high school years, as well as sit on the bleachers during gym class together due to a stomach-"ache" or what not. However, my favorite activity that we played together hardly involved any sort of fear or malady. Instead, it was dreaming up different lists of bugs that would make great pets.
Sadly, there came a time when Yan's surprisingly good looks and easily tanned inner-ear skin won over a more popular, semi-quirky female named Samantha Trophean. Seems like she simply swooped in during lunch one day and swept Yan off his feet while I wasn't looking (or while I was in the bathroom, or something). Amazing how simple chatter over burrow-making or wallpapering can just win a creature over... that on top of the fact that she had boobs and a kick-ass tail.
The rest of high school was sort of lonely and all blurred together.
As far as I know, Yan and Sarah have really become quite the couple in the period since all of us went through and graduated schooling. Based upon facebook info and pictures, Sarah has really thrust Yan out of his shell- parties and dancing, eating and laughing. If you ask me, I think it comes down to a pretty unsustainable lifestyle.
It does look sort of fun, though. Having a "female-companionship-partner" who breaks you out of your shell. Yan doesn't look so afraid of the world anymore..
[hmmm..]
Crap, this always happens. I go into these blog postings all fired up, ready to declare something pretty generally huge, and then end up running into all this self-realization shit towards the end of my posts.
Guh. I was planning on posting the picture that came up this afternoon of Yan after having gone too far in his partying last night. Now it just seems like a low blow.
[...]
Well, here it is anyway:
.... Maybe I could use a partner, too.
Maybe.
But I wouldn't start over-celebrating everything like Yan.
That's not me.
Well, it wasn't Yan, either..
Oi.
-Kevin
Checking on my facebook this afternoon, I was faced front and center on my news feed by a picture of an old buddy of mine who apparently had far too much "fun" yesterday during a night out with friends.
Yan Paul was one of the only creatures I can safely say was a friend of mine during our time attending high school together (in human years, for those of you who are curious, high school is about a month-long period of time, whereas school in general takes us squirrels about 3.25 months to complete).
Yan seemed just as uncomfortable about being there as I was from primary, through elementary, until about middle school. During those most awkward years, Yan and I were forced to share a locked since Burlington's A.C.F.E. (Animal Center for Education) was awfully short on necessary supplies to keep the place up and running efficiently when I attended school. Sharing a locker made us both realize very quickly how socially awkward and generally afraid of being away from home we both were. A match made in heaven.
For the remainder of middle school, until the first half of our time spent in high school (2 weeks, or so) Yan and I were stuck together like glue. We would eat our lunches together near the front entrance of the cafeteria (away from the infamous troupe of "Bully Birds" that ruled the school during my high school years, as well as sit on the bleachers during gym class together due to a stomach-"ache" or what not. However, my favorite activity that we played together hardly involved any sort of fear or malady. Instead, it was dreaming up different lists of bugs that would make great pets.
Sadly, there came a time when Yan's surprisingly good looks and easily tanned inner-ear skin won over a more popular, semi-quirky female named Samantha Trophean. Seems like she simply swooped in during lunch one day and swept Yan off his feet while I wasn't looking (or while I was in the bathroom, or something). Amazing how simple chatter over burrow-making or wallpapering can just win a creature over... that on top of the fact that she had boobs and a kick-ass tail.
The rest of high school was sort of lonely and all blurred together.
As far as I know, Yan and Sarah have really become quite the couple in the period since all of us went through and graduated schooling. Based upon facebook info and pictures, Sarah has really thrust Yan out of his shell- parties and dancing, eating and laughing. If you ask me, I think it comes down to a pretty unsustainable lifestyle.
It does look sort of fun, though. Having a "female-companionship-partner" who breaks you out of your shell. Yan doesn't look so afraid of the world anymore..
[hmmm..]
Crap, this always happens. I go into these blog postings all fired up, ready to declare something pretty generally huge, and then end up running into all this self-realization shit towards the end of my posts.
Guh. I was planning on posting the picture that came up this afternoon of Yan after having gone too far in his partying last night. Now it just seems like a low blow.
[...]
Well, here it is anyway:
 |
| Yan-Paul the morning after some big hoop-la, I guess. (Popped up on my FB news feed) |
.... Maybe I could use a partner, too.
Maybe.
But I wouldn't start over-celebrating everything like Yan.
That's not me.
Well, it wasn't Yan, either..
Oi.
-Kevin
I'm Sexy and I Know it
Alright, now that I have your attention [cyber world], I feel the need to address something pretty obvious:
I've been having some trouble keeping up with these blog posts lately. Sorry.
This is my resolute promise to keep up with this blog a bit better from here on out.
(On a side-note) Anyone else in cyber space ever have trouble keeping up with regular posts? I know for me, life always seems to get in the way when it comes to posting about the things I do and think about every day. *If someone happens to read this and can relate or think of a piece of advice that has helped you to keep up with regular posts on top of work, school, parents, friends, partners, dogs, cats, snow, or grocery shopping and scavenging- let me know! (Maybe then my aunts and uncles will get off my case about keeping in touch via blogger..)
(Life-wise) Mom's been in the hospital the past couple weeks with an infection that had moved into a patch of skin near her hind legs. Remember a while back when she threw out her back riding the spin bike in the basement? Well, lying down for a consecutive three weeks apparently sets up most 4-legged creatures for infection pretty easily (who knew?) Doctor Dog up at the H.F.A. (Hospital for Animals) a couple blocks away scolded me the other day for not knowing anything about keeping mom active in the first few weeks after her accident so as to prevent any unknown skin scabs from getting moldy underneath her non-visible fur spots. Guh. Thanks doc, glad I know that now!
Anyway. She'll be out of the hospital soon. They've been keeping her there this weekend for extra precaution, and also to make certain the infection will heal fully, and not be affecting movement in her left hind leg.
To be completely honest, its been nice not having to take care of her at home these past two weeks or so. Granted, I get up the courage enough to scurry over to the H.F.A. once a day, but I make sure to do it early in the morning when students and other human beings aren't out moving through their days. I also make sure my barf belt is super secure around my waist. Never again will I get stuck out in the middle of a sidewalk or in someones front lawn at a moment of sheer terror and anxiety without the belt.
Paul let me off work the past 2 weeks so I could check up on mom without having to worry extra about finding time to help him collect in the morning. I'm sure he could use the extra hand, but I bet his son Finn has been helping him lately since he's home for spring break. Not surprisingly, Paul isn't paying me during this period of temporary unemployment- (have I mentioned I quit the Dell Tech Support job? Couldn't balance it on top of mom, and trash collecting with Paul. Right about now, I kind of wish I had waited a bit longer to quit..) so, its almost time I got back to work to start bringing in a little more money while mom recuperates à la couch, once again.
... I guess this blogging thing isn't as hard as I made it out to seem in my head. Then again, I feel like I mostly complain when it comes to these posts... which is pretty easy, if you ask me.
*Sigh*
Endless self-improvement.. always..
Expect more updates soon, and often.
-Kevin
I've been having some trouble keeping up with these blog posts lately. Sorry.
This is my resolute promise to keep up with this blog a bit better from here on out.
(On a side-note) Anyone else in cyber space ever have trouble keeping up with regular posts? I know for me, life always seems to get in the way when it comes to posting about the things I do and think about every day. *If someone happens to read this and can relate or think of a piece of advice that has helped you to keep up with regular posts on top of work, school, parents, friends, partners, dogs, cats, snow, or grocery shopping and scavenging- let me know! (Maybe then my aunts and uncles will get off my case about keeping in touch via blogger..)
(Life-wise) Mom's been in the hospital the past couple weeks with an infection that had moved into a patch of skin near her hind legs. Remember a while back when she threw out her back riding the spin bike in the basement? Well, lying down for a consecutive three weeks apparently sets up most 4-legged creatures for infection pretty easily (who knew?) Doctor Dog up at the H.F.A. (Hospital for Animals) a couple blocks away scolded me the other day for not knowing anything about keeping mom active in the first few weeks after her accident so as to prevent any unknown skin scabs from getting moldy underneath her non-visible fur spots. Guh. Thanks doc, glad I know that now!
Anyway. She'll be out of the hospital soon. They've been keeping her there this weekend for extra precaution, and also to make certain the infection will heal fully, and not be affecting movement in her left hind leg.
To be completely honest, its been nice not having to take care of her at home these past two weeks or so. Granted, I get up the courage enough to scurry over to the H.F.A. once a day, but I make sure to do it early in the morning when students and other human beings aren't out moving through their days. I also make sure my barf belt is super secure around my waist. Never again will I get stuck out in the middle of a sidewalk or in someones front lawn at a moment of sheer terror and anxiety without the belt.
Paul let me off work the past 2 weeks so I could check up on mom without having to worry extra about finding time to help him collect in the morning. I'm sure he could use the extra hand, but I bet his son Finn has been helping him lately since he's home for spring break. Not surprisingly, Paul isn't paying me during this period of temporary unemployment- (have I mentioned I quit the Dell Tech Support job? Couldn't balance it on top of mom, and trash collecting with Paul. Right about now, I kind of wish I had waited a bit longer to quit..) so, its almost time I got back to work to start bringing in a little more money while mom recuperates à la couch, once again.
... I guess this blogging thing isn't as hard as I made it out to seem in my head. Then again, I feel like I mostly complain when it comes to these posts... which is pretty easy, if you ask me.
*Sigh*
Endless self-improvement.. always..
Expect more updates soon, and often.
-Kevin
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