Life

May Day, May Day, We Need A New Goal!

You know how Facebook has the “On This Day” feature? (I guess it’s a feature, but sometimes I don’t WANT to look back!)

Today is May 1st and Facebook was kind enough to remind me a year ago today Bill and I bought our first home.

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I know it looks small, but it is actually really big and I still love it!

So then Facebook reminded me about two years ago. Two years ago I graduated with my Certificate in Professional Writing:

Look how little Talia was!! She was only a few months old and just a little “nugget!”

So fast forward to today….

I feel compelled. Compelled to accomplish something. The funny part? I didn’t really think about May 1st as being the day we bought our home, and I completely had forgotten the date of graduation. Why is it funny? Because I set today as a launch date for a new project!

Several years ago I was the Editor-In-Chief of My Petz Magazine, Charlotte, NC edition.

I also was the head writer, editor, and sold advertising……it was super grass roots!

The magazine was successful, until payday came. My pay was based on the ads I sold, nothing else (so my “friend” and I could get the magazine off the ground).

Payday came and payday went. There was a lot of avoidance from the publisher…and then the email came.

I wasn’t getting paid.

All the money (allegedly) went to publishing the magazine and everyone was getting paid except me. This means the graphic designer was paid, the printer was paid, but I wasn’t paid.

I was beyond upset. I was counting on the money to …you know…pay bills.

Thankfully I had a second job.

The publisher of the magazine decided to fold everything (including the original publication in Atlanta, GA) and be done with the whole thing.

So here I am in the Midwest. I have tons of other experience in other areas of publication, I have just never owned my OWN magazine.

St. Louis (the biggest city near me) has no pet publication…

I decided to go for it and launch a magazine. I started setting everything up with the “launch day” set for today as far as social media.

It wasn’t until I logged into my FB account, I saw today is generally a day of accomplishment.

Now none of this takes away from all the other things I’ve accomplished. It just feels good to be moving forward when so many things have been rough! I need to have a plan…even if it changes along the way.

I know I need to write, and I need to be able to work from home as much as possible for my husband and my kids. I can’t tell you how many appointments we have every week for Bill alone. He sometimes can go to three different VA/Vet Centers in two days…it’s insane!

Pets have always been something I am passionate about, along with writing. There’s an opening in the market for a great, quality magazine in the area not too far from me, so I’m going to go for it and see what I can do!

 

Life

The Case for Peter Rabbit…err…Gizmo

First let me preface this post by saying I do not believe once you adopt an animal as a pet, you should just willy-nilly get rid of the pet. This said, Bill and I did recently agree to find a new home for his snakes.

For starters, moving them home to Illinois from South Carolina poses the risk of one or both tanks getting broken or damaged in the move. This is not a major issue, but my Mother-in-Law has a phobia of snakes. When we got them, we had no idea we would be moving to Illinois. Had we known this, we would not have gotten the snakes at all.

Bill has taken great care of them over the past few years, but I can’t have my MIL deathly afraid of coming into the house once we are home. The snakes are not attached to us the way our dogs and cats are, so we decided finding them a new home was okay in this one circumstance. Again, I don’t agree with getting rid of pets because “we don’t have time” or “they are getting too old,” etc. etc. (I often volunteer for an animal rescue, and I’ve seen it all. I really don’t talk about the rescue work because that is not why I do it. I can’t stand when people do things and then get on the internet and say “look at me….I’ve done something good.” UGH! I hate that. It’s the quickest way for me to unfriend/unfollow you!)

I digress.

While I would not give up one of my dogs or cats, even if I had to live in the street, we sought a new home for the snakes. Now since we are buying a home and about to move 1,000 miles away, I’ve been working as much as I can. I have one job 5 days a week. The second job is then 2 nights a week, until 3:30 am.

Between job 1 and 2, I come home and sleep. Last weekend, I came home from job 1 and tried to catch some sleep before job number 2. Bill takes Talia to the pet store to get food for the snakes. When he doesn’t come home in a reasonable amount of time, I call him. I need him home to care for Liam so I can get some sleep.

He answers the phone and proudly announces he’s found a great home for the snakes. At this point, I don’t care. I’m in the middle of 7 straight shifts, 2 of them being overnight.

Then he lowers the boom. “Oh, but here’s the part you won’t like….” he starts. I’m still half asleep, so I don’t care…yet….

“I got Talia a bunny!”

What…the….actual….F@$K.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she wanted the bunny, so I’m getting her one from the people taking the snakes.”

I am now awake….WIDE awake.

“She’s TWO!” I remind Bill.

“I know, but she can learn how to properly take care of pets.”

“WE HAVE 5 DOGS AND 3 CATS SHE CAN TAKE CARE OF!!!!”

“But this one is her own pet.”

THIS IS WHAT HE SAID ABOUT THE CAT WE GOT LAST YEAR!!!!!

Do you see why I’m getting grey hair? Shit like this!

Bill goes on to make the trade and I go to the next job. I’m not happy, and I really don’t care if it’s cute or not. I’m also aware Talia would forget about it in a day or so.

Bill then posts a picture on the internet. I’m at work when I get a message from one of my BFF’s, Selena. The photographer. The newborn photographer. Do you see where this is going?

Shes dying to know if we really got a rabbit and if she can do a newborn session with it. Meanwhile, all the money I made that shift went to rabbit toys, bedding, hay, and just dumb rabbit stuff I didn’t want to spend money on.

I WILL give my husband this. Every time he and Talia go into the kitchen, when they get up, and when they go to bed, he does have her “check the bunny” to see if it needs food, water, litter change (oh, yes….I bought it a litter pan), or new toys.

I’m not happy about the rabbit….but it’s growing on me. Without further adieu, meet Gizmo:

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P.S. The snakes are doing GREAT! They hit the jackpot on a loving home!

Life

Sweet Dreams, Hulk

I believe our pets will be in heaven with us. I take comfort in this belief, and was forced to draw on it this morning when we found our iguana had passed away.

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Bill found Hulk at a pet store near the Marine base he was stationed, not long after we met. Normally we don’t buy pets from pet stores, but he had been severely neglected and we felt we had to get him out of there.

We brought him home and got him his color back and worked with him to make him more comfortable being held.

Then about 8 months ago, I was in the shower, and on accident, l left the door to the sun-porch open. Hulk was out and one of the dogs stepped on his tail. Everyone got along, so I’m sure it was an accident. I could not get a hold of Bill (I don’t tend to really touch the reptiles much) so I scooped him up into a cat carrier and picked up his tail with a towel. I jumped in the truck and raced to the vet. On my way, I must have been doing over 80 MPH and of course was pulled over. The cop approached the vehicle and I hysterically went into a rant about how I needed to get to the vet because I had an emergency and I could see his nerve endings and there was blood everywhere and it was an accident and…and…and…

The cop told me to slow down and try again.

I picked up the towel in the passenger seat and displayed the tail as close to the cop as I could. I never saw anyone turn so green. He stepped back, put his hands up, and told me he believed me, and I could put “that” away.

When he finally understood why I was in a rush, he just told me I needed to slow down, and be careful.

My iguana got me out of a speeding ticket!

I followed the speed limit the rest of the way to the vet. Once I had Hulk inside, they took a quick look and assured me he would be okay. I knew tails grew back, but this was Bill’s baby! They gave him some antibiotics, cauterized his tail, and he was home within hours.

The tail did mostly grow back, but I still feel bad for leaving the door to the sun-porch open. Poor lizard.

In other animal news this week, Diesel, our chocolate lab, turned 16!!!!!!! Also, Isis, our cat, not a terrorist (though she has some moments of terror!) escaped out the door and was gone for a day and a half. It broke my heart and I went as far as printing up flyers which Bill brought around. Ray, our other cat, cried the entire day and a half. At 0530 yesterday morning, Bill jumped out of bed and yelled “Kitten Face” as he ran to the window. Isis has a face of a kitten she never outgrew. It’s just one of those stupid nicknames I can’t explain.

Sadly, I’m not sure how to make Bill feel better about Hulk. We won’t be getting another iguana until after the move, but I’ll have to find something today to cheer him up a bit! For now, we have enough pets in this zoo and the baby is going to be here in less than a month!!!!