#then my roommate gets ringworm and we all end up getting it

[thecedarchronicle]

i have had maybe one of top three worst weeks of this whole year and i got through it and i am so proud of myself :)

[misssugarpinkshome]

Author Update!

Boy oh Boy have I got a story for you.

[Stares in November] I bet you're wondering how I got here! Well-

(TW: Abuse, Sui, Health Scares, Unsanitary Shit, and a lot -- I MEAN A LOT -- of stress and trauma.)

JULY

The Pink Eye curse (thankfully) ended

Not sure if the ringworm went away?

Electric will be starting soon on the house! It'll be estimated to cost fourty fucking grand, but... at least our house won't catch on fire?

EMDR goes super well and genuinely I'm really happy I started doing it.

My friends started up a discourse server with me. This can't go wrong, can it?

By the way, a user in June posted this huge callout post that ended up with my friend in the hospital for watch. I wrote up a huge post in response of "please fucking stop." Drama Ensues but I sort of ignore it all because I'm trying to discourse less.

AUGUST

Electric will be starting soon!

Wait

ELECTRIC WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LO-

We go camping!!! Try not to think about it!!! Get bitten to hell and back by mosquitoes, which you're allergic to-

Anyways, school started! Did I mention they decided to tell us about two weeks before school started that we have an entirely new rubric scale which makes it so kids cannot earn an A unless they get a 100%

[Screaming]

I am BOMBARDED with shitty parent emails about how I'm an absolute failure at my job and how the kids deserve better :')

I try my best to combat this and fail.

EMDR continues to go well for about a week into the school year, and then I am far, far too stressed out to continue it. Sigh...

Electric starts to wrap up 3/4s of the way through August (a month after they said they would be done), so we start finally plastering the walls of the house, because the walls need replastering.

I am... terrified of being on ladders, so I instead work on paint stripping the fireplace that the previous owners painted white for no reason.

I am undergoing a severe traumaversery while this all happens, as last year, I cut off my family.

We buy a new shower, because the house needs a replacement. That's 20 grand.

We discover more and more wrong with the house, but we do our best regardless. Our friends help us regrade the soil, which is mandatory if we don't want our basement to be flooded.

At this point, every single weekend is spent on housework entirely, either on our new house or on trying to maintain our basement apartment.

The basement apartment floods.

Twice.

My roommate's friend commits suicide. Me and my fiance try to comfort her as best we can, but we are both tapped out emotionally, and there's nothing much we can do.

My friend messages me a suicide note while I'm asleep.

SEPTEMBER

My friend reaches out around the third that they aren't dead, and are in medical care. I pray to god they will be safe.

School continues to be stressful. I am ready to break under the pressure almost immediately. I'm not proud to say I took it out on the kids a bit, who deserved far better than my anger. None of them seem upset by my yelling anymore now, but I really don't like who I became this month.

My school discriminates against me. I am asked to stop using my pronouns publicly; using they/them and going by Mx. is fine, but I can't change pronouns. It's "too confusing for concrete thinkers." I go to my union rep in tears and break down.

This cascades into a lawsuit that I am not part of. I have no idea what's happening. I am hardly communicated with. I am so so scared.

We prepare for Renn Faire. A mouse has shat and pissed through most of my partner's vintage Renn Faire outfits, which have molded due to the basement flooding.

We go to the Renn Faire and have a fucking amazing time. It's a much, much needed de-stresser.

I am sick immediately after Renn Faire, praying it's not Covid the entire time. (It wasn't -- it was from the mold and dust).

I try my best to celebrate my birthday week.

I have a flat tire.

My spare is flat.

My mother reaches out to me via my work email. It's gaslighting, it's manipulative, and it's trying to get me to open back contact. I delete the message and go to my administration to let them know to please give any gifts that come for me to the front office staff.

I speak to IT about how to block my mother's email.

I am horrifically retraumatized and embarrassed by all of this. The nightmares this month were horrible.

I have a flat tire still. It takes four days to fix said flat tire.

We have a timed mental breakdown at work, because we cannot spend more than 2 minutes crying, we have students coming to class.

Right after this, we need to replace my partner's brakes.

Right after this, we need to work out my partner's tire-light being fucked. By now, the people at Mr. Tire know us on sight.

There is an infestation of mosquitoes at my house. At my basement apartment AND my house. I am dying nightly from mosquito bite allergy. I double dose medications to combat it.

I called insurance and did adult things, the first big thing I felt that was praiseworthy in months.

Have to unfollow a LOT of people due to ridiculous amounts of antisemitism.

Our landlords awkwardly ask when we'll be moving out. We let them know an update on our progress on fixing up the house, with plastering going slower than we'd hoped. They drop on us that they want us out by Thanksgiving. We are given a month of warning.

OCTOBER HELL

Every single waking moment is now moving our things from our basement apartment into our house, and trying desperately to finish plastering before we move in.

My physical health starts failing because I'm breathing in dust, mold, plaster, and other hazardous materials, because we no longer have the luxury of time to be safe.

My therapist tells me I need to take off days in October because, and I quote, "I don't think you'll survive until the end of the month." I respond back that I can't, because if I take off, I will be in a worse position at work, which will make me kill myself. He agrees to compromise with me and I'll take time off in November.

I split a new alter due to the severe stress I am experiencing. I now am up to 15 parts.

The discourse server is going poorly because one of the users seems to think I accused them of Heinous Horrible Things. This did not happen. They leave the server and vaguepost about me and block me on every single blog I have. Impressive!

Other than that, the discourse server is my friends, I love them a lot and we talk about a lot of stuff beyond discourse. It's nice.

I start getting chronic migraines.

I start a bracket blog. Because I need to cope. Poorly.

Somewhere this month, my cat catches a mouse. I don't remember when. It's a stressful day. It takes 2 hours to catch the mouse.

I tell my supervisors, when they ask me how I'm doing, that I have to take mandatory mental health leave because of the god awful curriculum they've given us to implement. I spit their words back at them. They are... shocked, to say the least. I don't care. What will they do, fire me?

We hire a moving van. It is not in the place it should be. We go to three other locations to find our moving van. It costs double what it should've.

We move things into our house. It is very upsetting, because the house is not done. It takes us all day. Not everything is moved yet.

Discourse picks up. It's very upsetting. My friends are nice though.

NOVEMBER

Our landlords ask my fiance's mom if they can borrow her van to move our things into our house. As in, without consulting us. I experience homicidal rage over this that I work to quell.

Nothing gets easier.

I start NaNo. It is the only thing bringing me joy. We have no internet at home, so I start going to the library.

Library also brings me joy. Things are looking up.

I take off the 6th and 7th for mental health.

Election(tm)

At 9:30am, my fiance's mom shows up on the 6th to move more things into the house. She stays until 5pm. I do not get a mental health break. I get to clean my house. I break down three times, sobbing, begging audibly for the world to give me SOMETHING.

Our internet cables were cut so we won't have internet for a week or so longer.

Remember that person I mentioned who dropped a callout post? Yeah, well, they're now PISSED that my friend allowed me to call them out for it, as well as some other stuff my friend did. So now they are harassing me and my friend and posting slander about us.

My partner's laptop screen completely broke for no apparent reason, and mine is making a HORRIFIC sound suddenly.

So, in short

That isn't even fucking everything!!! That's just the shit I COULD REMEMBER. I didn't include my therapist switching offices and the anxiety that brought, or the paranoia, or the nightmare I had last night that brought back MORE TRAUMA.

I HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH HELL YALL.

Posting this chapter, to me, is a sign. It's a sign of things getting better. GOD I need it to get better.

The next chapter is already 3k words long. I'm hoping to churn out more soon. But thank you so much for your patience while we went through... all that.

I love you all.

Thank you <3

[timemachineyeah]

The Bahama (real name tbd) Adoption Story

Bahama is probably the least blogged about one of my kittens has been before I adopted them, so I kinda wanna explain

1. who tf is Bahama

2. why on earth do I think it would be a good idea to adopt a cat 8 weeks before moving states

So.

Bahama is one of four kittens born to a cat named Gizmo (she’s still available for adoption!)

Gizmo is a sweet social muppet of a cat. She and another cat, Sissy, were neighbors in a homeless encampment in the LA area. A social worker reached out to us because both cats had had kittens, and the people at the homeless encampment obviously did not have the resources, and no one else was available to help.

Plus, and this turned out not to actually be a factor, but the only other rescue willing to even consider offering help was only willing to do so on the condition the mama cats not be returned, regardless of the wishes of their homeless owners. This made said owners understandably unwilling to cooperate. We agreed to return Gizmo and Sissy after getting their spay and finishing nursing if their respective people wanted them back. This eventually turned out not to be a problem. Sissy is already set to go to a new forever home with one of her kittens. And Gizmo has been surrendered to us (currently staying with a foster) and is available for adoption.

Between the two of them, they had seven kittens, who we named Aruba, Jamaica, Bermuda, Bahama, Key Largo, Montego, and Kokomo.

They all had URIs. Of all of them Bahama’s was probably the worst (followed by Aruba’s), and we spent the first day we had him unsure if he was gonna make it. But we got him meds, gave him so steam, and he pulled through.

(Behold, a dork. Something that does not come across in this picture, and could never come across in any picture, is how much this kitten was JUST fur. Like to look at him you’d be like “ah yes, a normal size kitten, on par with his siblings” but then you pick him up and NOPE. There is two inches of fur all the way around this pebble of a cat and he was like half the size of his siblings! So small!!!!)

The social worker took a shining to Bahama, and decided she wanted to adopt him. She was insistent, and we were uncomfortable with her taking him so early, but she decided to take him basically the second he hit eight weeks, even before his neuter. Finally, we relented. We shouldn’t have.

A few weeks ago she called us in distress. We make all our adopters sign a contract. Included in this contract is a requirement to get any unfixed cat fixed and provide proof, that cats never be let outside, and that the new owner will take on all medical expenses.

Well. She’d been letting him outside. He’d gotten sick. She couldn’t afford to take him to the vet. Can’t we just take him to the vet?

We were like, uh, yeah, we will be taking him to the vet, because that is no longer your cat.

So now we had a new foster kitten in our apartment, because there was nowhere else for him to go. We got him meds. We got him care.

At this point I didn’t know I was moving back to my hometown. But roommate and I had already decided we needed a Cat Rescue break, and were rushing to find homes for all the cats under our umbrella. We did not want to be responsible for any cats not our own any more, for at least a while. When Bahama, who we both had already loved before, showed up, we were like - well, we can’t list him until he’s well. And to be honest, we’d rather prioritize the other cats and kittens that need homes. If he ends up staying here forever, c’est la vie.

At this same time, Edgeworth was really taking a shining to him. We were trying our best to keep them separate, but Edgeworth was really determined. This was weird to us because he hadn’t taken the same interest in the kittens that later turned out to have ringworm (thank god, but still weird!). And that’s when we remembered.

Edgeworth had a brother. We weren’t the trapper, and I don’t think his littermate was ever caught, but we’d seen photos of him. Photos of both them together in that parking garage before they managed to catch Edgeworth, but not his brother. Photos of little fluffy black Edgeworth and his little fluffy gray brother. Who he’d been separated from when they were both the age the Bahama was now.

But then, I made the decision that I’d be moving back to my hometown once my unemployment ran out. It was a hard decision. There are a lot of factors at play, and I won’t get into them all here, but it’s actually a really good opportunity for me. And it lets me be closer to home to help out with some family stuff coming up.

So I called my mom and we talked through the whole thing, and she was really supportive, and I cried, and we started talking logistics, and she said, “Okay, how many cats do you have right now?” And I said “Two.”

And she said, “Okay. NO MORE.”

And I immediately thought of Bahama and went “…yep”.

(My family is not a pet family. My mom is not a pet person. She’s allergic to cats and likes dogs okay but the one dog we had was so my littlest brother could Experience Looking After Something - what the rest of us had siblings for - and when that dog died she did not get another one. My mom likes things clean and cared for and I think the idea of keeping a whole actual Animal in your house on purpose is still a little odd to her, as much as she loved Trixie.)

I told Katie I could absolutely not keep Bahama. I’m not moving in with my parents, I’m moving in with my brother. But I knew he was iffy on the cat thing. He’s a dog person. So I told Katie I could absolutely not keep Bahama.

But the more time I spent with him the past few weeks, the more I thought about keeping him versus not, and I started to feel like keeping him would actually be the more responsible option.

1. Edgeworth and Midgee, who both love him, are also both VERY SHY SCAREDY-CATS. Bahama is outgoing and bold. He may actually be a huge aid to help them feel comfortable in their new environment.

2. Bahama is way more social with strangers, making him a better Cat Ambassador to my brother. Plus, by getting my brother involved in the decision making on whether or not to keep him (and what to actually name him), I get him more excited about the idea of having cats than if I was just bringing my two skittish losers (who I love more than life itself don’t get me wrong). So my brother can actually enjoy having cats instead of just tolerating it.

3. Bahama makes me happy.

4. We kinda think Bahama might have like some congenital health thing that just hasn’t made itself apparent yet. It’s hard to explain?? He’s the littlest, and has this overbite, and seems prone to sickness. He had to get a biopsy on a mysterious lump on his nose that we thought was cryptococcus but then just turned out to be a weird allergy thing? Idk. It’s the kind of thing that’s hard to explain to a vet, and his results come back normal, but interacting with him day to day after interacting with hundreds of cats and kittens you just get the vibe that Something is Off. And this sounds like a good reason not to keep him, because I don’t have money. But I DO get health insurance for all my cats and I know that I know how to look after a cat’s health problems. Meanwhile my experience in rescue is everyone says they’ll give their new adopted kitten the best care should they develop health conditions later, and then they don’t.

5. He makes my cats happy.

Basically I want to keep Bahama. My cats want to keep Bahama. My roommate and best friend would feel better if I kept Bahama. Bahama wants to keep Bahama. And now my brother also wants to keep Bahama.

So we did the official adoption and I signed him up for health insurance and now the only question is how to spin it for Mom.

[happyhealthycats]

Simcoe and Citra

These girls have been making their rounds on tumblr for a while. Mostly Citra for her endearing honk-meow. I figured it’s time to put in an update!

I will say that their origin gets a little sad. While I don’t normally cling to the “all shelter animals have a sad life” (Heimdall didn’t. Sif didn’t.) These girls absolutely had a rough start in this world. But I promise there’s a happy ending.

My husband and I bought a house and had a wonderful roommate who lived with us. She brought her cat, who got along with our cats wonderfully. When she moved out, we felt a bit of a hole in our hearts where our previous roommate cat had been. We contemplated adopting another cat. We were no longer in our apartment, and our local laws didn’t have any stipulation on the amount of cats you could keep inside (outside of serious instances where Animal Control is required, but 3 was hardly near that limit). So we thought about it.

As always, we went to get some food for Heimdall and Sif, and in the window were these two beautiful orange girls who were snuggling together as closely as possible.

We were told they were Clementine and Savannah, and they were in the store because they had almost no human interaction at 5 months old. They were found outside at 10 weeks, and their foster home kept them in a cage. Their foster had trouble handling them at all, so they just left them in the cage with their food and didn’t touch them or interact with them at all. They were only touched to get ringworm medicine (which they had a rather nasty case of), and other upper respiratory medication. So their only human interaction was stressful on them. Putting them in the store was the last ditch effort to get them used to people so they could realistically be pets and not just terrified of everyone.

In the cage, Savannah allowed us to pet her when she ate. Clementine would not approach us at all. We asked to see Savannah in their meeting room.

She hid and hissed at us the entire time. Hair on end, ears flat, completely terrified. But I saw something in her while she was in that cage where she had spent so much time. Savannah had the ability to warm up, she just needed the time and patience to help her. 

We couldn’t decide if we wanted to adopt her though. It would take a lot of work, and they would probably NEVER be comfortable with people. My husband and I knew that if we took them home, we would be the ones to feed them and give them places to hide and exist as comfortably as possible. Take them to the vet and care for them. They would never be as friendly as Heimdall or Sif. 

But the Pet Valu manager told us that they were getting out of their cute kitten phase where folks were willing to look past their issues because they were so young. They were already hard to home, but in a few weeks, they’d go back to their foster home permanently. Kept in a cage and kept away from people like feral cats.

So we asked if the girls were a bonded pair. The manager said “Well, Savannah would be okay since you have cats at home. But Clementine would probably decline.”

So without skipping a beat, my husband chimed in with, “Then we’ll take them both.”

They normally didn’t do this, but our friend let us take them home on a foster to adopt 2 week window.

At first, Clementine ran under the bed and stayed there. We made sure food, water, and a litter box was close by for them and just left them alone. Savannah stayed in the carrier, too terrified to even run out and join her sister. But eventually I moved the carrier closer, and Savannah darted under the bed and sat with her sister for HOURS.

But, they would eat and drink after a few hours. We heard them use the litter box in the night. We left them alone and just spent a lot of time in the room with them. We didn’t reach for them, or try and grab them or pet them. Everything was on their terms. As long as they were eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom, they were okay. 

In less than a week, something amazing happened. These two kittens who were so scared of people began to come out of their shells. We couldn’t hold them, but they climbed into the cat tree and made noises in order to get our attention. Savannah did it first. Clementine tried to imitate her sister, but never quite got the hang of it, (and Citra has her wonderful little honk from that).

We thought of names. We just couldn’t think of anything that fit them. But then my husband, an avid beer drinker, suggested “Citra and Simcoe”, after hop variants. Cute names for little orange girls, and it kept the “C” and “S” names from Clementine and Savannah.

With that, they were named. And obviously, they were home with us.

They had a lot of growing to do. After a trip to the vet, we found out that both girls had FHV. Citra was able to eventually shake it after an ear infection, but Simcoe remains symptomatic on and off to this day. We work with our vet to keep her symptoms in check. Sometimes it’s just her being a little sniffly. Sometimes she sneezes. Sometimes she has discharge from her eyes or nose. She’s on some vitamins to help her immune system, and we keep a humidifier for her running all the time.

So how are they now?

I’m honestly still emotional over the huge turn around these amazing girls did. I’ll give you the run down one at a time.

Citra:

Our funny little Citra bear has gotten so much better at looking for human attention. At first, she didn’t want ANY. But now, she approaches our friends for pets, even if she’s not quite sure how to do it. Since she missed that ideal socialization window, she’s a little unsure about how to seek affection. She’ll often lean her head forward in that typical “head-butt” way, but while doing that she’ll walk away. She’s still skittish when it comes to people, but she will stand on the table and honk at you until you reach your hand out and let her try and pet herself on your hand.

However, she absolutely ADORES the other cats in the house. When we finally introduced them (slowly, slowly OH so slowly) to the other cats, she immediately gravitated towards Heimdall and Sif. She became fast friends with Heimdall, while remaining absolute best friends with her sister. They sleep, play, and groom together so well. As I type this Citra is laying with both Heimdall AND Seymour on the bed. 

Citra also has an A+ blep, along with just being incredibly silly. She’s an absolute joy.

Simcoe:

Our shy little girl has become a huge snuggle bug. She sleeps with us every single night and she absolutely loves being touched and pet. She’s very shy around people who aren’t my husband or I. But I tell people who visit if they want to see Simcoe, just come into the bedroom, close the door, and sit down on the floor. Sooner or later, she’ll come over and rub up against you. She requires a gentle voice and a gentle touch, but she was so starved for affection I feel like she’s making up for it now that she knows she’s safe.

I mentioned her health, and because she’s so sick, sometimes she gets too nauseated to eat from being congested. And, as I said before, we’ve worked very hard with our vet to get Simcoe to the best weight she can be and keeping her as healthy as possible. One of her triggers for FHV is stress, and with such a skittish cat, it’s very difficult. However, living in a cage would have been infinitely worse for this wonderful girl.

Simcoe has the sweetest expressive eyes. Sometimes I just sit down and pet her for so long because I remember how happy she was when she finally let us touch her. She was so starved for attention and when she finally got it, she didn’t want it to stop (it never will).

Citra and Simcoe are still each other’s best friends. They sleep together, play together, groom each other, share their food (they have separate bowls but they will just switch back and forth). 

I’m always so proud to see how far these amazing little cats have come. Simcoe used to hiss at me when I put her food down. Citra never made noise before coming to live with us. It was worth every single long hour waiting for them to get comfortable enough to eat with me in the same room. Or being willing to walk down the hallway and go into the kitchen. Or finally rolling over and showing us their bellies.

These girls are the ones that inspired me to get my certification. 

We took a chance on them, and they were their own beautiful reward.

[cannonalise92]

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Cats will avoid using the litter box, it may work just as he gets a lot of trouble for your cat to stop them from your house being disorderly and disorganized, maybe you ought to make sure that you will find this bad behavior of an issue with litter in the house instead of alleviating a problem for any other cat's waste.Eventually we saw a beautiful addition to the cat.Put your cat for the cat, to keep your cat can not tell they are not the only one way to attract tomcats.This might happen is a cause for the fear of damage that a crate from kittenhood.Therefore if you have an area the cats in a plug in diffuser or a new bag in a comfortable sleeping area.

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Releasing elsewhere is just as silly as choosing a kitten with other cats continue to water issues because they are portrayed in cartoons.Naturally, this can't be trained how to clip a cat's behavior like spraying your walls.Placing the cat's perception is that they do best.Now you know a little catnip and there's a problem for you cleaning chores, it is most comfortable using, and also to the dismay and embarrassment of smelly carpet from pet stores.It should be like someone hitting you on neutering or spaying your cat.

Cat Spray Equipment

It is important to always have your pet and stop them from doing it, but either way it is.Remove them from touching certain things in your home.She will spray even if the mother doesn't want to discourage him, so do our cats.The best way to play with whenever you spy her using the area and liberally dust with baking soda to remove old nail husks for their pet.Unaltered females spray to leave their scent from the glands in your cat is designed using a different brand of litter, your cat has it's own little way of trimming their nails and it removes the crystals have to move and stretch.

Commend her whenever you spy her using the litter box is fairly easy to care for each cat.Plants to grow it near your door it will help a bit confused as wanting to use these medications if there are several ways to get him to go through to the vet, if necessary, and a cat somewhere to strop their claws on furniture and a comfortable chair, relax and unwind.In addition, you will find abrasive will work well.Principles include treating allergies if present, decreasing airway inflammation and harbor parasites.By redirecting onto acceptable surfaces, we mean providing objects that are safe, effective, and what you can take care of humans.

[shaunstoffer]

1. Crocodile Farm: Went on a road trip with some friends to Battambang, Cambodia. One of our stops was a crocodile farm where crocs are bred and raised for their meat and skin. Straightaway the owner showed us his baby crocs and offered to let us pick anyone of them up to hold. I didn’t hesitate but misunderstood him when he said, “they don’t bite if you hold them,” he meant to say, “they won’t bite if you hold them (from behind their head).” Needless to say, I was petting my baby croc’s mouth like a puppy the whole time and even got mouth to mouth for a joking kiss. Apparently, I’m a lucky you know what or just a great kisser.

2. Bugs Cafe: I made some friends today and we ventured off to Bugs Cafe in Siem Reap, Cambodia where they boast a menu full of insect-based dishes such as tarantula donuts and ant-filled spring rolls. I’ve eaten many bizarre things during my time in southeast Asia but was indefinitely intimidated eating their giant water bug. So naturally, we agreed to split it three ways and I opted for the head because why not?

  3. Bat Cave: No Batman but yes, a HUGE, overhead cave boasting 6.5 million bats who fly out every evening around 5:30pm to hunt for insects. The locals love these bats for two reasons: tourism and the bats hunt all the insects that destroy the locals’ crops. I initially thought it would be a quick few minutes of the bats flying out of their cave but this event ended up lasting a solid 25-30 minutes. Locals literally bring out chairs and set up tables for tourists to buy food and drinks and wait and watch for the bats. Luckily for myself and my friends we showed up out of the blue and within 5 minutes the bats were making an appearance. Something I don’t think I’ll ever see in my lifetime again.

4. Killing Caves of Phnom Sampeau: You read that write, this is where Khmer Rouge killed numerous and disposed of their bodies. It’s a weird concept for foreigners like myself who aren’t extensively educated on the history and culture of the Khmer because this sight is now used for prayer. Even our hired driver, who was brand new to the gig, followed our group up the mountain so he could pray and take pictures.

5. Banteay Srei: I have been traveling Asia for quite some time and thought I had my fix of temples, I was wrong. Something about Cambodia where ruins and glorious architecture and art are side-by-side just add this weird spark of history and mentality of diamonds amongst the coal. Cambodia, at least in February, has a very dry, barren landscape so to see these gleaming temples amidst nothing but dirt and debris just made it something special.

6. Angkor Wat: I get it’s a wonder of the world and it’s most tourists goal of going to Siem Reap, but it just wasn’t for me. It’s easily double or triple the price of any other tour or entrance fee, it’s covered with rude tourists and tourist traps such as tour guides looking to rip off naive foreigners and tourist ‘police’ looking for a bribe, and quite frankly it wasn’t anything special. If you had taken someone without any knowledge of the temples in Cambodia and shown them several of them I don’t think Angkor Wat would stand out significantly among them. I should also warn tourists, do not ever feed the monkeys, it might seem cute or fun, but it makes them aggressive like you’ll see pictured below and because they are being fed they spend less time foraging and more time reproducing.

7. Koh Ker: Yeah, it’s big and climbing to the top is very possible due to a relatively new staircase to see the views from the top.8. Beng Mealea: Yeah, I know it looks like just a pile of ruins, but the fact that all of this used to be something glorious and that it was made years and years ago without modern technology. It makes you appreciate the things people are capable of.9. Roadtrip to Battanbang and trying local bamboo shoots:

10. Pub Street: Infamous for your daily dose of bad decisions. A walking street at night, boasting all the bars and clubs to be, pub crawls every night of the week and restaurants offering every cuisine around the globe – the name is pretty self-explanatory of what you get coming here.

11. Mad Monkey Hostel: I naturally had my reserves at staying in a party hostel, even more so when I decided to book their largest room available, a 12-bed mixed dorm, but I always had the what if thought thinking it could be a really great way to meet people and have some fun so I went ahead and pulled the trigger. Do I regret it? No, absolutely not. Despite a couple classy couples having sex in the room twice, numerous roommates getting up at 4am to make it for the Angkor Wat sunrise, and only 2 bathrooms for a 12-bedroom it was still great fun to meet people from all over the globe such as South Africa, Ireland, and Spain. The tours offered were excellent, the food and drinks were cheap and good quality, and the dorms themselves were actually very clean so I was happy overall with my experience there.

12. Cambodian riel! Ironically, Cambodia uses mostly US dollars to the extent that prices are listed in USD and several ATMs give USD countrywide! From right to left: 2000 riel equals 50 cents, 1000 equals 25 cents, 500 equals 12 cents and 100 riel equals 2 cents

Fucking Ringworm: You read that right. I caught the worse case of ringworm I’ve ever had in my life. What happened? Got a massage that wasn’t so great in Vietnam where I caught the initial infection then got bit by a bunch of mosquitoes in Cambodia where I spread it like a fool. Ringworm is a super contagious skin infection that’s passed or spread through direct skin-on-skin contact so when you’re itchy all over it’s bound to spread from sheer habit of scratching especially in your sleep state where you’re naturally scratching without thinking. A heavy supply of antibiotics and weeks of spreading and fighting infection occurred as a result. A reason why I wear jeans so often regardless of the weather.

My Siem Reap Bucket List 1. Crocodile Farm: Went on a road trip with some friends to Battambang, Cambodia. One of our stops was a crocodile farm where crocs are bred and raised for their meat and skin.

[pancaketuesday]

haha cool cool i love when i can’t fucking talk to my male friend about how being a woman sucks sometimes (especially in the past) because i’ll fucking talk to him about his problems and yet when it comes to mine he fucking clams up. like....okay. fuuuuuuck you. 

then my friend went in the shower before me, even though she was perfectly clean already and i had just gotten back from the gym and really fucking need a shower so there’s no fucking hot water left for me and now i have to go to bed with my hair all gym-mat-soiled and then i have work in the morning like great.

i can’t wait to leave. i am already so tired of being around her tbh. and frankly there’s no way she can’t be tired of being around me i guess? but at the same time it’s like... idk i don’t spend 20-30 minute stretches talking about myself at her like she does to me and i just sit there and listen. i just don’t...do that??? i assume there are some personal topics people don’t want to sit and listen to me ramble about for that much time? like talking about how her friends need counseling but she definitely does not no way (and she fucking does), or about a video game she likes but i have never played, or about some comic books i’ve never read that she relates to so much. it’s fine, friends talk, but she just goes on, and on, and on, and anytime i say something in my experience she just brings it back to herself. i always end up the listener.

and she does all these humble brags about how little she eats and how small she is. the other day she was like, “i was looking at my stomach in the mirror and worrying that it might be too big, but then i thought, man so many people would kill to have my stomach.” and she almost never eats healthy, she just doesn’t eat a whole lot of it. she almost always drinks soda and eats chips and fries and pizza. then tonight she was like “man i’m so full. i mean i shouldn’t be, i only had mozzarella sticks, a sandwich, and 4 hot wings. that doesn’t sound like much but it’s a lot for me.” like......first of all whether it’s a lot or not (and it kind of sounds like it was) is irrelevant because it’s heavy-ass junk food so no wonder you’d feel bloated. second of all you’re just (not even humble) bragging about your stomach size again. like basically saying “regular people, including you, could probably have eaten waaay more than i just did. not me. i have a dainty stomach and i can only take so much bc of my small self.” likE YEAH I GET IT YOU’RE SMALL. and she talks so much about her eating habits and stomach issues like no question there’s hints of eating disorder going on, but she does not admit it. which would be fine except she shows some kind of disdain for people with eating disorders?? so she never admits to having one. at most, at the gym she checks her weight and goes “oh i really shouldn’t even check my weight” because ONCE AGAIN WE GET IT YOU’RE SMALL. I’M SO TIRED OF THIS On top of that she always lets her dog jump on the bed or couch where i sleep and rest my face. her dog's fur is really long and dense so every time she pees or poops it gets in her fur. I literally see this happen when i walk the dog. She basically pees on herself bc she hasn't been groomed in so long so the fur on her butt gets in the way and always has dried urine or shit in it. yet my friend tries to get her to jump up on the couch even though she shows no sign of wanting or trying to get on the couch. like how can you have zero sense of basic cleanliness??? don't let an animal with piss in her fur and shit in her paws on the furniture??? Especially not furniture that comes into contact with people's skin????? it's astounding she doesn't have ringworm or some other parasitic infection. she also rarely cleans up after herself yet had the gall one time to put a tiny used wrapper of mine in with a bag i forgot at her place. Like was it really so important to make a point over a tiny wrapper?? Idk how i ever considered having her as a full time roommate. i fucking need new friends sometimes i stg. i can’t wait to go to germany and be way the hell away from them for 5 months. i’m just that woman from the unexplained, weird infomercial auditions. like BIG MOOD rn

[pelztells-blog]

Dallas Anne

Dallas Dog Toaz it read on her bottle of Prozac. Twenty milligrams a day, the same as her mom, which is why it is distinguished with ‘Dog’ on her bottle. Sometimes when her supply ran out, I interchanged them with my extra pills, and vice versa. Like mother, like daughter right? And when it was time, we both came off Prozac at the same time, too. We’re a special team, Dallas and I.

Dallas’ story is one I love, not unnecessarily because I get to play the role of heroine in it, but also because I think it’s a story of fate and one of when my life was made better because her insubordinate little self came into it. She’s a dog of many names: Dallas, Dallas Anne, Dallas SugarAnne, Dallybear, Dal, Damn It Dallas (I swear she used to come by this name). And a dog of many personalities, something I saw in her on that very first day, when my heart was broken and I didn’t know how to mend it.

Dallas is named after the dog who came before her, Houston. I have no affiliation with Texas and in fact have never been there. It just happens I’ve had 2 dogs named after cities in that state. I adopted Houston from the Humane Society when he was a year and a half old. I had wanted to name a dog something Irish, like Morrison, or Guinness, but I found I liked Houston. It was original, so I kept it. Houston was a terror. I’d never been much for dogs, but my sister had gotten it in my head that a cute little puppy was something we both really needed. This roughly translated to, a cute little puppy was something I needed and she wanted to play with it on occasion. I’m not sure it was my most well thought out idea, but regardless, that fall day in 2011, I brought him home. Houston ran away at every chance he had, which ended up being his demise. When he was killed by a car a few months after adopting him, I was devastated and blamed myself for not taking better care to ensure he couldn’t escape. I struggled to accept his death and move on. Most weekends, I would return to the Human Society and look at dogs, take some for walks, frantically searching for a replacement, but nothing felt right. 

Then one day, I stayed home from work to move into a new bedroom in our house. I was feeling sad that day, and decided to take a break by driving over to the society. I made my usual rounds, and was heading back towards where the older dogs were kept, the ones not on display as easily. There in the first cage as you walked through the doors was the most pathetic looking little dog I’d ever seen. She was laying on the floor, head on her paws, staring ahead, the saddest look in her dark brown eyes. Her name was Sugar and I decided she was the perfect candidate for a walk. She bounded ahead once we got outside, running down the path, me trailing behind, until her energy wore out and we sat together on a bench. When we returned inside, I took her into one of the rooms you can bring dogs in to play with in your own space. She immediately curled up in my lap and fell asleep. I sat on the floor with her and cried. 

The next day, my roommates wanted to go look at puppies at the Humane Society, and I was only to happy to oblige in the hopes I could spend some time with Sugar again.  When we arrived, I darted back towards her cage while my roommates went towards the puppies. She wasn’t there when I looked, so I searched through all the other rooms and cages, but couldn’t find her anywhere. I tried asking an employee, but was brushed off. So I asked another employee, who still couldn’t tell me anything. So I kept asking people while searching for her, until finally, one exasperated employee told me Sugar was in the back where she was scheduled to be put down in a few days. She had ringworm and they couldn’t risk it spreading around to the other dogs. They liked her so much though that they were holding off on putting her down until Tuesday. 

The news broke my heart, and I asked if I could see her anyways. The lady agreed to bring her outside. As soon as Dallas got out, she started crying, her little whines destroying me further. I knew I couldn’t let another dog die on my watch, let alone a 16 week old one. I didn’t want to keep her, but I figured I could take her long enough to clear up her ringworm and then adopt her out. I told the lady that I would take her home, if that was an option. As long as I took her by Tuesday, she was all mine. On Tuesday afternoon, the kids I nannied after school and I made the trip to pick her up. As soon as she was brought out of her cage into the main room, she peed everywhere. Twice. That was my dog.

I renamed her Dallas immediately and should have realized at that point that she would never be going anywhere. Dallas (Sugar) Anne Toaz was home. It was a long road that we were to travel from that point on. Her ringworm ended up being a secondary condition, to demodectic mange. By the time we figured that out, hundreds of dollars in vet appointments and medications had already been spent. She’d also been in quarantine for over a month at this point, as there was another puppy in the house and she was contagious. I ran laundry just for her twice a day, disinfecting her doggy beds and towels. Cleaning her cage was a multiple time a day feat as she wasn’t potty trained. She is terrified of crates to this day. Once the mange was diagnosed, she had to get twice a month ‘dips���, which were also insanely expensive and required her to spend full days at the vet (consequently, she also is terrified of and hates the vet). I adopted her in early February and she wasn’t cleared with a clean bill of health until around June. She was a hot mess. She is a hot mess (but she’s now a hot mess with insurance, as that was an expensive mistake I don’t make anymore).

Over the years, Dallas had driven me insane more times than I can count. I’ve threatened to give her away multiple times, twice seriously, when she was a puppy because she was so ill behaved. Dallas is her own dog. Rules don’t apply and she can’t be bothered with consequences. She will shit in the house when she’s mad (mainly at my parents house, unfortunately). She pouts in corners when she isn’t getting enough attention. We went through an underwear eating phase that infuriated me to no end (and resulted in me being a regular at Victoria’s Secret). That being said, she also has one of the funniest personalities of any dog. She’s weird. She loves carrots and will sneak them if she sees them left out. She likes to hump pillows when she is happy, but stops when you walk in the room. She hates baths and tries to hide if she even suspects one (she’s mastered dead weighting). She requires her own full size bed if she can’t sleep in bed with you, and prefers to be tucked in. She likes to lay in the grass when it’s sunny like a lion. She is scared of wind, and won’t go outside if she senses it coming. Same goes for rain. She paws at you if you’re on a computer (and apparently, with my dad, on the piano) so that you’ll only pay attention to her. She perches on people and the edges of couches and stares intently at nothing. She loves to cuddle if she likes you. And if she doesn’t, then she tries to eat you, which can be rather difficult to manage at times. 

This post has nothing to do with us moving abroad really, but when we moved, she didn’t come with us. She’s in Cleveland with my parents and brother. We worried that, as she’s always had a yard of her own, moving into an apartment would be difficult for her. I was also really stressed about flying her beneath the plane, in a crate, and the effects that would have on her. Ultimately, we felt for now, that she would have a better quality of life in Cleveland. I knew my brother and dad would adore her (I knew my mom would not adore her) and that she would have lots of room to run and lots of people she could cuddle with. But as she has been with me for 5 years, I find myself at days missing her quite a bit. I wonder if she will forget about me, or be angry at me, or if I’ll stop being her favorite. Then I watch a video of her and giggle, or talk to her on Skype where she largely ignores me, and know I’ll see her before I know it. And she will probably shit in my room to let me know how she’s felt about the nine months we’ll have been gone, and all will be right.

Perched on Jason

This is her pouting, but Jason called her name to get the picture of her. You can see the pathetic-ness exuding from her.

She loves to sleep on couches, so we compromised and she was only allowed to get on it if there was a blanket down.

Sometimes I dress her in my clothes. She loves it.

Putting herself in the corner. 

She was angry at me for being away when I picked her up, and showed it by doing this the entire car ride home. 

Best cuddle buds.

My mom watching a video of Dallas humping a pillow. She wasn’t too pleased. They still aren’t good friends yet.

Just an average day.