Saunders DeWoody

Sooo, as most of you know I finally got a kitten. Much to my surprise my landlord said yes and of course I went that afternoon to pick one out. I am very superstitious about certain cats (mainly finding the right now – for some reason I feel like if you pick one which isn’t a good match for you, you will suffer the consequences somehow lol) so I was worried I wouldn’t find one that would work for Nefler and me. The mall location didn’t really have shit so I went to the main one in Tonawanda (though may I say while I love the SPCA, they have the shittiest system ever for looking at and adopting cats). But once I was approved to look at them, the first question I asked was did they have any white kittens available. I have a soft spot for them and have always wanted to adopt one and was glad to hear that they had just gotten one in that day. Unfortunately because it was new, it was a little…high strung and I felt a bit unpredictable, or at least pretty scared, and wasn’t fully comfortable bringing it into my home with Nef. If it was just me I would’ve loved to and tried to make it feel comfortable and loved, but I knew it would be enough work getting not just the cat used to the house, but Nef used to the cat, that the white guy would’ve been a bad idea. So I looked in the next room and saw some cute ones and one of em actually ran out and so I grabbed it and it seemed like it was ok with me and kinda took to me and I had this feeling like maybe this is the cat for me. I always feel like you don’t pick the cat, the cat picks you, and I kinda felt like this was its way of picking me. And I was so settled on it we even took the paperwork out and I was like yes I’m gonna adopt this one. But there was something that wasn’t making me 100% and I ended up still walking into the rooms just to see the other cats. I walked into the super young kitty room and saw Saunders and just thought she was adorable. But I also felt like I had laid claim to that other cat and didn’t wanna let her go either. But I also felt like maybe the original cat I chose was just a little too old to be into getting used to a dog (5 months I believe) and seemed to have her own personality already formed. The thing I liked about Saunders was the fact that she definitely still seemed very playful but also very immature (in a good kitty way) and I guess more open to making any friend she could. I know it’s weird to get a vibe like that from an animal in just a few minutes, but what can I say, I did. So I officially decided to adopt her and could pick her up the next day after she was spayed. (Funnily enough the next day as I was there to pick up Saunders I noticed a cat in a crate on the counter which had just been adopted and I swore it was the other one I had almost adopted the day before. It was. Someone has just adopted her and her brother that day and I was glad that they were going to be – hopefully – happy.) So of course I picked her up and brought her home and am happy to say she seemed to want to get used to Nefler after only a couple of hours (which were spent sleeping). I’m not gonna lie, it was and still has been quite a transition. Neffy is my baby and I love spoiling him and in my crazy mind it felt (and sometimes still feels) like I won’t be able to do that anymore. Everytime I pet her I felt like I had to pet him just as much. I know I’m not a mother of children, but I feel like Neffy is mine and now obviously Saunders will be too, so it’s a big adjustment to me to have my little guy get less attention (even if he gets more than he should). I felt like I had gotten Saunders pretty much solely for Nef to have a friend and playmate and in a way I felt like it was going to have a negative effect instead of a positive one. However I keep trying to remind myself that it’s an adjustment period for all three of us, even if two of us are pets lol. Each day that goes by, Nef and Saunders seem to get along better. He gets a little less jealous when I play with her (just a little…) and a little more interested in being closer to her (just a little). But considering she’s been here, what, two days now, I think they’ve made great progress. As far as cats I know go, she’s got to be one of the sweetest ones I’ve ever met. I hope as she grows she remains as loving lol. I’ve only really had one cat my whole life and feel like I don’t know them as much as I know dogs, so it really is all new to me, especially since they are so different from dogs. But I’m just trying to go with the flow and hope things keep progressing as smoothly as they have been so far.

And for anyone who cares, I named her after two people: Jennifer Saunders and Ruby Wax. The Saunders part is obvious, but the DeWoody part may not be – she is Ruby’s character on AbFab. They’ve both made me laugh so much (which is a hard thing to do) so I wanted to name her after them and be reminded of that.

Nefler Lemon and Saunders DeWoody

Again…

So apparently the people below me are either fucking stupid or can’t remember shit or don’t care or all of the above. We had a talk about not making so much damn noise in the morning for hours on end and not locking the door on me when I take Nefler out to pee but apparently that’s been all forgotten. Yesterday they started banging at sometime in the 7:00 hour because by the time I finally said fuck it and got up to see what time it was, it was a few minutes after 8:00 and it had already been going on for a while. Only thing good about yesterday was they seemed to have left shortly after because I didn’t hear dick from them all day. But of course today it started all over again and continued for hours and hours (and this is on top of my two fans and space heater I have to keep on at all times to try and drown them out but obviously they’re so damn loud it doesn’t work). I don’t know why it’s so complicated to shut up and be considerate especially when I constantly am for them. Not to mention that he promised that they wouldn’t constantly lock the front door every five minutes as if we’re living in the ghetto and there’s shootings in the street. That promise lasted even shorter than the being quiet one. It couldn’t have been two days when already I’m noticing the door constantly being locked. And I wouldn’t mind if it was dark out or there really was some safety risk. But this street is so boring, nothing happens on it. And when he talked to me he claimed they really only locked the door out of habit so if it’s left unlocked that’s fine then. Um, really? Cuz the other day (I believe it was Thursday) I went downstairs to get something from my car and came back up, got Nef and brought him down with me to go for a walk, couldn’t’ve been 10-15 minutes later and the door was locked. Hmm. So unless they happened to naturally leave or come back from the house (which they didn’t cuz I would have heard) they opened their apartment door, locked the front door when there was no reason to, then walked back in their apartment before I came back down. Doesn’t sound much like habit. But because that’s FUCKING WEIRD, I convinced myself I must have somehow locked it when I came in and just forgot. This, however, was of course proven to not be true the next day whilst packing stuff to go to my Mom’s cabin. So because I live upstairs and have Nef, it obviously takes me a little bit longer to pack up the car now. I can only take so much stuff down at a time (which can consist of his metal crate, laundry/laundry basket, bag of food, bag of books/movies, etc) because, well, most of it becomes very heavy, and also because the stairway is fairly narrow. So I go to take the first load down. Door is locked. Even though I had just come back from walking Nef and did not lock it. Come back upstairs, pack some more things, go back down about 15 mins later, door is locked again. This is really getting ridiculous. Go back upstairs for the 3rd time to get the last batch of stuff. Come back down. Door is locked. What. The. Fuck. Is. Your. Problem. Obviously it’s not habit unless the habit also consists of , as I said, them opening their door, walking down the hall to the front door, locking it, then sneaking back into their apartment. Not to mention I am obviously around if I’m walking up and down the stairs. Now I don’t know what the deal is but the habitual locking of the doors is almost bothering me more than the noise because THERE’S NO LOGICAL POINT unless you’re neurotic morons. Cuz I seriously can’t stress enough how residential and suburban this area is. And the house is like in the middle of the street, no where near even a corner much less the closest intersection. It’s just irritating because it just makes me want to slap them. It just goes to show you how much of sheltered losers they are that they feel like they need to lock this cheap ass house – during the day – when I’m right there – as if someone would care to break in or something. Aaaand I can’t even say anything to them again about all this (not that I should have to) because I wanna get a cat and I just talked to him about it today and he said it was fine but he has to check with his Mom first. Not surprised. So it’s like is Cat > Sleep? Cuz I honestly don’t see them shutting back up without another fricken reminder. They’ve been moving furniture or some such shit all evening. They have a baby. Who is crying. And a TV which is turned up as high as my Gramma watches it. And yet they’re making so much noise it sounds like they’re rearranging their whole apartment. And slamming drawers for shits and giggles. But if I didn’t have these morons living below me I might have nothing to blog about.

Even though Canadians are annoying and dumb as hell, their news broadcasts are entertaining to watch.

Apartment follow-up

So anyone who’s been reading or been in tune with my life lately knows that things have been less than stellar with the tenants downstairs. One of the worst things has been their ability to make constant noise for hours on end from the time their baby wakes up in the morning until I’m finally driven to madness. So after calling my Mom on the verge of tears every day because of lack of sleep, we finally decided we’d have to talk to them about it (this was yesterday). So of course I was scared shitless to bring this up because I just don’t wanna start anything or be too confrontational (which I realize is a surprise coming from my mouth). But luckily enough as my Mom was coming in yesterday, the guy was walking out and so she mentioned it to him, which I thought was fantastic because it saved me the stress of having to be a grown-up and do it myself. But of course after my mom left he had to come upstairs and talk to me about it himself cuz apparently everything which had been discussed crystal clearly between them wasn’t clear enough to him. My personal opinion (which had been pretty much validated) was that he wanted an excuse to come upstairs and look in my apartment. And as I said this had been validated because when he knocked on my door and I answered, even though I was actually just heading out the door to walk Nef, he not just stood in the doorway, but stepped in the apartment to talk to me. And by “talk to me” I mean stood there and looked around the kitchen, down the hall to my bedroom, and over into the front room as I explained to him about the noise (once again). He literally looked like an ostrich sticking out his neck, way too obviously, to see what I had done with the place. And of course he also had to make the comment about how I had so much stuff again even though 98% of it has been put away. Maybe I just live in squalor and don’t even realize it…

Anyway.

So you know how I’m convinced the people in this neighborhood are from like a different dimension? They’re either like kicking footballs at me or asking me if they can bake me pies. Closing gates on me or wanting to have a puppy playdate. I don’t get it. I miss the days of people doing neither and just minding their own business. Horribly anti-social and a bad attitude, but oh well, those are the pilars of my psyche. Anyway again. I was out walking Nefler today and my next-door neighbor came up to me and asked me about him and what breed he is and all that stuff (I swear to god he’s a chick magent with 80 year old women – If I could extend my “age of interest” with women about 15-20 years I’d be golden). She’s like I always see you outside walking him and have wanted to say Hi (which as I was saying to my friend today, I hear so much from people and makes me paranoid and that everyone’s looking at me now when all this time I thought no one was). She also said, which I thought was very sweet, that her name was Eleanor and that if I needed anything to just let her know cuz we’re neighbors now. Do you seee what I’m talking about? It’s like I’m living in fucking Mayberry; I am not used to pleasantries such as those. But of course then as I was walking back in the house I check the mail and get hit with a cute little message from the other end of the spectrum:

Is that a legit abbreviation for something? Or just a little message to tell me I’m living in apartment go “fuck urself?”

In undercover Amish news, Samuel Plankmaker died today. Let’s all pull a long con in his honor cuz I loved him in Feather and Father Gang.

And just a quick pic posting courtesy of my biff (she found this and sent it to me today) =)

New apartment woes

So as a lot of you know I recently moved into a new apartment this month. And the landlords are the parents of the people that live below me. And since the day I’ve moved in, actually, even before that, they’ve been acting like they own me in some way and have some say in what I do. Yes, this may be their house, but I am renting from them, so that makes it my own space as long as I am within the confines of my lease. But from the time I starting moving stuff in, they’ve made comments numerous times about how much stuff I have (is that really any of their business) or how messy it is (this was made the day I moved in so OBVIOUSLY it would be messy). Then they came up to check on things and see how Nefler acted towards them. Which quite honestly, I found super annoying because it was obvious at that point they weren’t doing it cuz they cared, they were doing it cuz they were nosy. Not to mention is doesn’t matter if Nefler bit his finger off, he shouldn’t be up here sooo…. Then the next day he called to see how my night was here. Then after a few days he asked how I liked it here. And I can see how that would be construed as being nice, but just being here long enough now and dealing with them, I can tell it’s really just about keeping tabs on me. They even hint that like I should check with them when I have people over or if I go somewhere. Erm no. I went to the cabin this weekend and I was saying that I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked me where I went when I came back. Well so far they haven’t had the chance because I’ve tried to steer clear of them. But I did notice when I came home this afternoon that all my mail had been taken out of my mailbox and put on my stairs. Um. Why? I don’t wanna ask and start anything but seriously, who does that? I didn’t say anything to them when I left so for all they knew I could have been back Sat eve instead of today. And still, why would they feel the need? I’m not friends with them and I don’t wanna be and I didn’t ask them to. Like I’m not paying them every month so we can be buddies, I’m paying them so they can mind their own fucking business and not touch my mail. Not to mention that since I’ve been here I’ve been woken up every day by them pounding and banging non-stop for hours on end (I seriously don’t know what they could be doing to make that much noise for so long and it puzzles my friends and I still) and my agreement with them included internet and cable and the cable is non-existent and the internet is nigh unto. Anyway, what would you do in this situation? Like these people are seriously annoying and like have no concept of what it’s like to share a building with someone or to be good tenants. I feel the need to say something but I don’t know what. I just think they’re too dense to understand. How do you deal with that?

Anyway.

I’ve moved to WordPress from Tumblr. I think it’ll be easier to use. And anyone can post comments or share things which is fun. I really wanna get into writing some good stuff soon. It’s all spinning around in my mind. I just need to get used to putting things down again so I can get it all out properly.

Thank you for your time.

Stacey Pie-Hands

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person who calls themselves names. Like I’ll think back on something, could even be years ago and just find myself saying “idiot, idiot, idiot” under my breath. I don’t know why. Maybe I feel like if I concentrate on how stupid I am for calling myself an idiot I’ll forget how stupid I was for doing whatever I was calling myself an idiot for in the first place. Does that ever happen to you? I mean I know I’m weird but I can’t be the only one.

Anyway. If you’re reading this then you can see I started blogging again. I’ve started for a number of reasons. I’ve had so much stuff going on in the past few years, this past year especially. Don’t wanna say this blog will be an explanation for the 2 or 3 of you who care (and really, that’s probably a generous estimate), but more of just…a form of sharing what’s happening and has happened. And not just mentally, physically a lot of stuff has been going on too, most of all the loss of most of my voice, both figuratively and literally. The way I expressed myself was always through singing and ever since I’ve been unable to do that, I felt like I’ve lost the most important part of who I am. So by writing, I’m hoping that in some small way I can express myself again, at least until my voice starts to get better (I refuse to entertain the notion that it might not). I’ll try to keep this blog fun, even if what I’m talking about is serious. Maybe at the very least if I can’t entertain you, you will leave reading this thinking “thank god that’s not my life.” And quite honestly, that’s ok with me. As long as you’ve enjoyed yourself. I’m quite terrified to be publicly posting all this, but in a weird way that feels like it would be the most helpful, just to get it out to everybody. You can judge, that’s ok, but just be honest about it. Feel free to share anything or post anything you want to as well. I feel like I’m still getting my feet wet, so bare with me. I promise in time I’ll provide some quality shit here.

And I’ll probably be calling myself an idiot again for this blog entry (and all subsequent ones) later tonight.