10/22 - Slamming Sunday!

i want those two pictures on the wall. what are you willing to trade them for? XD

oh hey that's Bearnie's chair not yours duh

 

A black stray kitten followed me home 8 blocks from the grocery store one day.
I brought that cat in my house and named it ",", since it's a fitting name for a black cat.
I then named my company after both my cat and where I'm from, because I'm a big believer that the actions make the brand.
Some of the biggest companies in the world (Apple, Target, Walmart) have some of the most simple, meaningless names.
Indie businesses try to get overly clever when they come up with names and it comes off as cheesy. I kept it simple.

 

Yeah Backrub is the best search engine.

 

Hmmm. How skilled are you at man-napping?

 

I'm pretty sure I'm not even dyslexic, but I just spent a few too many seconds wondering if "nap mapping" was actually a thing people do now.

 

I just wanted to be clear on the fact I wanted her to procure me a grown man, and not a kiddo.

So I decided to use the term Man-napping instead of, I dunno, abduction?

 

I had a year and a half of my life like this a few years back. I smacked the back of my head on the curbside while I was trying to dodge a car on my bicycle. No helmet. I passed out, woke up in the ER. Throughout the next year, I'd faint or near-faint throughout the day, I'd have arrythmia and palpatations, my blood pressure was all over the place, and I'd wake up in the middle of the night feeling like I couldn't breathe. I have insane medical debt from being in an out of the ER a couple of times a week over the course of a year. I did everything I could for my health, and I guess at some point I stopped passing out, though I can't really put my finger on precisely when it stopped being an issue.

 

is it a want alive thing or dead or alive? XD

 

I've been there a few times in October. It's pretty cool. The cemetery is creepy anytime though, plus it's a lot cheaper to go to all the stuff around town when it's not Halloween.

 

@Hummingbirdee just made me realize that it's been a while since I posted a new photo of the found/foster bunny. We 'proofed the bedroom so he can run free with us while we're awake and home, and he's very happy. Still unneutered, and even still being an angel about his litter box. He's the sweetest. Minus the incident when he broke my wine glass yesterday. We're forgetting about that.

Here is a fresh photo of the rabbit who has yet to be named because I can't seem to stop calling him BunBun or Bunny:

 

What if you never stopped passing out, and this is all a coma-induced dream?

 

I was born at a shockingly heavy 4 pounds and spent the first 3 months of my life living in the niccu, I've never really had perfect health but I've always rebounded well enough. My parents were slack AF and decided they didn't want to take me to doctors anymore somewhere around my 8th birthday or so, and would just tell me not to act dramatic every time I passed out or threw up several times a day for seemingly no reason. So, that plan didn't work out so well. I mean, guess it worked for them cause they saved some coin? I had to take some time off college cause at a certain point my body just decided it was done putting up with all the health related stresses for conditions I didnt actually know I had, because my parents just pretended I hadn't been diagnosed a long time ago and I had NO IDEA. I ended up in a hospital with 40/doppler blood pressure, in cardiac arrest, in total lung failure (followed by everything else), with doctors scrambling because they had no fucking idea why an otherwise healthy 19 year old was circling the drain. My dad showed up to lecture me for being dramatic again (like, seriously here) only to see me getting shocked by paddles, and finally was pressured into telling the doctors I had always had a GI disorder and some pituitary imbalances, which would have been super manageable had I ever managed them instead of pushing myself through 100 hour weeks without the proper care I needed.

My dad never apologized to me (did apoloigize to my ex though!) and pretty much laughed at me when I was a 19 year old with millions in hospital bills because life support isn't cheap yo.

It took a really long time to get to the point I am now, this is the longest I can remember being out of the hospital, it's funny what managing your health correctly can do!

But, whatever, I'm still a fierce AF Bird.

 

I would like him alive please and thank you.

I just have questions.

If you catch my drift.

I still vote for Porkchop! We can be Doug Funny Buddies! (My dog is Skeeter from a mix of Doug Funny and the opera Gianni Schicchi, cause I'm odd AF)

 

Gotcha. Makes sense, like I said I have no clue haha.

Gonna have to throw those heels in the evidence pile of bad choices before the tattoo, though. Good lord those do not look safe

 

I just want to hug you but also pat you on the back for being so...tough! And TUFF even.

 

well i do have skills with the ouija board if i fail on the alive....