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Oh wow where to even begin to start with any of this. I feel like I have been greatly neglecting things such as live journal and my poor poor deviantart account. However real life has been such a blurr lately that I am having a terrible time keeping up with it all. I still have so much on my plate and sympathise heavily with Bri on the work level and finals closing in all around me while trying to keep my head above the preverbial school waters enough so that I can finish stuff for ware fair and still have time enough to take my wonderful pooches for their dailey walk. oh and maybe catch a shower thats longer than three minutes if I'm lucky.
Wednesday evening Joe and I drove over the pass to his parents house in Gig Harbor. Asher was a bit of a grouchy old man in the car and refused to sit down for a lot of it. We make the joke that he just likes standing and looking out the windows because he actually gets to go fast fast and due to his hips this is the only way he can go fast fast. Mac on the other hand just sacked out in the car after about 5 minutes and only whimpered a few times and held his own very well until we got to Joe's Parents.
The first night was good and a lot of fun and not at all relaxing between Kila *Joes younger 9 yr old sister* absolutely smothering poor MacKellen with attention. Granted Mac wasn't to put out by it other than he could barely walk around or have his feet on the ground. Poor guy... Joe's parents were also nice enough to get Asher a HUGE cedar filled bed that made Asher QUITE the happy camper once he figured out that it was for HIM and that HE could sleep on it. Mac tried to steal and did successfully steal the bed on a few occassions. Though seeing my small jellybean shaped Corgi on a huge Asher bed was rather amusing. yes there are many pictures, yes I will be spamming them on here at some point in the near future.
The next day I was up at around 8:30, showered and got ready to go up to Joe's Aunt and Uncles place up in Marysville *sp?.* The drive was LONG and TEDIOUS with all 6 of us stuffed into the van plus Asher and Mac in his kennel. Needless to say we were all VERY glad to get out of the car. I took Asher down to the beach followed very shortly there after by Joe and Mac. We ran on the beach for a while and finally started heading back towards the "cabin." Right... Cabin... If by huge three bedroom, two bath, with a lap pool and a huge office furnished with more expensive furniture and fixtures than I knew what to do with you mean Cabin than yes it was a cabin. To me it came across more as a
"small" mansion on the water.
As soon as we got the pets back onto the grass thats sort of where all of my problems started and my Thanksgiving got very very awkward for about the next three hours. With how HUGE Asher is no one quite expected him to be that LARGE and lumbery. He also barked and scared everyone. he was just barking to say hello, they I think thought he was barking in preparation for him to tear their heads off. The "cabin" had large double glass doors and huge windows on either side of that and when its just you and your boyfriend and dogs standing on one side in a sort of "zoo pen" like yard and there are 12 people inside staring out at you, you sort of feel like an exotic animal that no one knows what to do with. It was terribly awkward and embarrassing and my nerves were already on end enough with having to meet everyone in the first place! I was trying to breath and keep everything under control when Joe's mom Su came out and said, "Bob doesn't want Asher on the yard at all... Or in the house. So he needs to either be tied up out in the logs **oh right so he can choke himself to death? or trip and break his already bad legs?** or he can go back into the car." So my huge lumbering baby dog Asher had to go back into the cramped stuffy van while we brought Mac inside just so we could keep on eye on him. Though the look I finally got from "Bob" once we got into the house made it very clear that he was not at all happy to have any of my pets inside... Yeah thanks for helping my nerves settle there... The staring and glances in my direction did not stop the entire dinner and there were a few food jabs as to why my plate was not full of yams, cranberries etc etc etc.... Overall I held my temper and I think I did pretty well. Joe felt sorry for me but obviously thought the situation was absolutly hilarious. I promised myself that next year hes going to California with me and I will "inflict" my family upon him.... so there...
After the never ending dinner of awkward I went back outside and got Asher on his leash and Mac into his harness and took the pups and Joe for a VERY long walk down the beach. It was nice being out in the open air on the water and as far away from Joe's extended family as was absolutely possbile with out trying to jump in a boat and row for the other side of the sound. Part way down the beach Joe and I started collecting drift wood as I thought it would be fun to make a few walking sticks and signs to sell at Ware Fair. By the time we got back after being joined by Joes dad, brother, and sister we had quite the armloads of wood. Somehow we managed to get it all back into the car along with the dogs and us but needless to say it was an even more cramped trip on the way back. I tried to fall asleep foras much of it as I could. It helped some what but gave me an awful crick in my neck. Overall, NOT the greatest of Thanksgivings ever.

The rest of the weekend however was fairly enjoyable and relaxing. Joe finally got his car fixed and the list of things that were wrong, broke, and in need of desperate repair left even the mechanics wondering how the thing was running. But its up and working now and the ride back over the pass was MUCH safer as the car is now handling the way it should be. I ended up getting to have Joe and his dad's help in using their laser cutter for a few pieces for Ware Fair as well. Remember all that drift wood? yup... its hella awesome. I will post pics of that as well XD...
Anyway I gotta jet and I think I have rambled on enough! Take care everyone!

Ok I have no idea why I titled my journal that. Probably because it was the first thing to pop into my mind. That happens a lot. I'll get an idea, act on it, and that is the end of that. Actually, I did that this entire weekend. After a week of waiting to find out whether or not I had solved the problems that I was having at Safeway I found much to my dismay that I had only dug the knife deeper into the serpents side and made it angrier and more vindictive with me. So Sunday after coming in and finding the complete deli in absolute chaos and everyone on the floor doing nothing but stand there and watch me work, with dishes piled to the ceiling, no walking space in the back due to all of the trash and cardboard.... It was terrible. The trash bags were so heavy and none of the males on shift even offered to help. So I had to go, call for help from one of the customer service girls and even then I ended up pulling all the muscles in my shoulders in the first half hour of work and had to finish out the evening. I was late getting off of my shift, and decided I had had enough. After a talk with my wonderful boyfriend Joe I came to the conclusion that I am quitting Safeway. They don't get a two weeks notice, they don't get a warning. I quit. The end. They will receive a long letter detailing out my exact grievances, with the company and the Deli Manager Geoff. That will be all. They did not treat me with respect and courtesy and I will not give it to them.

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On another note I got a wild hair today and decided that I was sick and tired of my drab, boring, same ol same ol hair style. I was beginning hating waking up every morning seeing the same face framed by the same boring waves that I could do absolutely nothing with. Put it up, put it down, those were my options. Blech... When my hair was really long at least I could braid and french braid it to add a bit of spice to things. Sooooo, I called Salon Extreme Fusion and set up an appointment for 6 PM this evening. Bree went with me and I got my hair Cut. With a capital C. Its the shortest its ever been and actually somewhat styled. I really like it though its going to take a while to get used to. I'm going to need to get a straightener, a few bobby pins and maybe a few clips or barrettes for it. I will hopefully have pictures up soon.

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Sir MacKellen, my Corgi pup is growing up nicely and is learning very quickly. He knows sit, down, almost roll over, and he is learning to walk on his leash and swim. The last two are taking a bit of time but I know he will get it soon enough with how fast he's learning. He's also 6.5 or so pounds now and is taking Asher on everyday will more and more wins in their little wrestling matches.

*sighs and heave's self into a comfy chair*
Good Evening to all of my friends and internet buddies,
I have been, to put it blunty EXTREMELY busy. Mon-Fri I have had work at the rec center and a full load of classes. Saturday and Sundays are more work at the Rec Center as well as at the Safeway deli. As you all have heard the safeway Deli has been a less than agreeable place to work. But whatever, its money and a job. Over this last week I have been busting butt to get ready for the long awaited arrival of Sir MacKellen, my corgi pup. Thursday I raced around the house doing last minute cleaning and then got up early Friday to head out. We were originally suppose to be going to Yakima first to pick up a pup that Joe had fallen in love with on PetFinder.com. However the "wonderful" bitch from the rescue adopted him out to someone else and didnt bother calling or e mailing us. I had to find out by calling her. The thing that really gets me was she said that we were first in line and that he was "ours" all we needed to do was pay for him. So that was a bit disappointing. But in the end probably for the better. Next stop was to Petco in Yakima to pick up everything for the VERY spoiled Mac. He has a new softcrate that is also waterproof and makes a great indoor outdoor home for pups. Both of them also got RoyalCanon as did the Cat, cause Joe Likes to spoil the cat.
After that it was off to jack in the box for a MUCH needed breakfast. We had gotten up at 8:00AM and sort of forgot to eat on our excited exit out of the house. a little while later Joe had eaten about two pounds of food and I had gulfed down A sandwich and some curly fries. It was a "long" drive back with both of us full and sleepy, but we made it to the HeartBarx ranch around 1:30.
Seeing Mac bounce around with the few brothers and sisters that hadn't been picked up by their owners yet was really cute and adorable and sort of sad. Max *Mac's dad* was all over the place demanding our attention as usual and Nia as always was a sweetypie. After I wrote the last check for payment of my new pup I got to pick out a litter blanket so that Mac would have something familiar to cuddle up with when we got home. Lonnie and Debbie are amazing people and I know that if I ever want another Corgi in the future I will be going through them.
The ride home was sad but adorable with Mac not quite sure what was going on. His whimpers and small little barks are SOOOO much quieter than Ashers. Even when he howls *which we found out later in the night when he wasn't to happy to be in his crate. he'll get used to it.* its not half as loud as Asher. The rest of the day went well with Mac slowly getting used to his new home and the people in it. Only one small mess happened and that was probably from the car ride and change of life. still, a few half digested puppy pellets of food VS 5 brown puddles from asher... OMFG so much easier. Last night was rough as I knew it would be with the Pup needing to go piddle every two or so hours. I did most of the night and finally had Joe take over at 10:00 this morning when I just couldn't do it any more. I was trying to play with Mac and I kept nodding off and had those really fast mini dreams. By the 20th or so time I finally gave up and just crawled into bed and told Joe to go play with him XD. Anyway more later as I am now tired after work and taking asher for a walk and then playing with the pup. Im not complaining though. Mac is adorable and is an awesome addition to the fam!

Back in March one of my Goals in Life came true. I rescued a beautiful dog whom I named Asher. He was everything I had wanted. A German Shepherd/Malamute mix, and quite the big boy for his 8 weeks *somewhere around 20 lbs when we first met* Gorgeous bright happy and yellow eyes, and cute giant floppy ears that had the promise of standing tall one day. When I first saw him he was walking with his foster mother Taya. "What a beautiful puppy you have." I said to her, "Oh he's not mine. I'm just fostering him. He's actually up for adoption." My words immediately changed, "Oh! So you have my dog, how wonderful of you to bring him to me." He wasn't actually mine...yet. But I knew from the first moment that I saw him that Asher was going to be a part of my life. I made the trip over to Yakima twice a week from my home in Ellensburg for the next month as he grew up a bit more. The rescue I adopted him from was the Yakima Valley Rising Pheonix Rescue and dealt primarily in Brazilian Mastiff's. Also known as Fila's. THey are really big giant babies if trained properly but definitely need a firm hand and an owner who is willing to prove their strength over them. Taya was really great with her dog though I was not so sure about the woman who I was adopting Asher from. It was sort of a backyard rescue but I figured the papers looked alright enough. So when at 3 months old I brought Asher home with a reciept in hand, 50.00 dollars later and the assurance that his hips would be ok *it was obvious he was going to be big. I wanted to make sure* and that they had been x-ray'd when he went in to get neutered I brought my baby home.
The first night I brought him home was VERY rough. Unbenounced to me he had gotten into Two Large cheese and everything pizza's to himself.... I found this out AFTER calling Taya back and only AFTER he had left 5 rather large brown puddles around my house. I was very gentle with him and just tried to figure out what was wrong and how to make him comfortable. He stopped having runny butt the next morning at around 7 and we slowly went from there. I slept in the living room with him for the next week *him in his crate and me on my couch* and when he finally stopped whining for an hour straight I was able to sleep in my own bed again with the alarm set for every three hours so I could make sure he got outside enough to go potty when he needed to. He has always been a very smart boy and always very eager to learn, especially when he known there are treats involved. For another 3 months things seemed to be ok. I was able to walk him a good 2 miles a day once he built up to it *Taya had been walking him up to 3 and I didn't think that right for such a young pup. but we always just went at his pace. At the age of 5 months he was already 78 lbs. QUITE the big boy. when we took him in at 6 months he was 90. But let me back up a moment.
Over the summer we got new neighbors. These people had two dogs. One a Rottweiler Doberman mix, the other a beautiful but highly untrained doberman. In fact. Both of them were highly untrained, skittish, and were BOTH on full giant utility chain as their "collars." This made my heart sink and immediately let me know the sort of people I was soon to be dealing with. Unfortunately my assumptions were completely right. Over the course of the two months that they lived in the house next to us their dogs charged me, my dog Asher, and my cat no LESS than 20 times. Often with me in between them and my dog. Luckily I seem to know how to be intimidating enough to stare down an aggresive tank of a male unsnipped untrained Rott/Doby mix. Yes, I know this was foolish to stand them down time and time again. But Asher was and still to this day is my baby boy. Yes he is first an animal, second a dog, but he is MOSTLY my son. He listens SO well to me, and I can count on him for everything.
Things finally came to a head one night when the neighbors were being loud and obnoxious and partying till 3:00 AM on a Wednesday night. For the third night in a row. Joe went to let Asher out into OUR own back yard and even off leash Asher never wanders off our property. I trained him well with that and am very proud of it. Well, mid piddle their Male came over and attacked Asher. I was in the back bathroom and heard a terrible set of puppy cries and just grabbed a robe and ran out the door. I immediately took Asher inside and even with Joe *the sober one and my boyfriend* there saying that Asher HAD in fact been peeing *a testimate to the wetness on his poor legs* and that their dog had attacked first they tried to make it Asher's fault. I don't hate many people. I hated them so much. we brought Asher inside and he could barely walk.... and then I laid my hands on his hips... It took quite a bit not to cringe at what I felt and my mind started to suspect.
Tears in my eyes I looked up the vets number and left them a message saying for them to call as SOON as they opened. I got a call the next morning at 7:30 to bring him in immediately. After watching him walk, and cry as he did so they said they wanted X-rays and I agreed. That night after he came out of anesthesia I heard the news. His legs aren't even in the sockets and never have been. The reason? His hips don't actually form sockets. His leg bones are a good inch away from the hips and the only reason he COULD walk at all was because of the walks I had been taking him on.
I have tried countless times to get a hold of the Yakima Valley Pheonix Rescue and the woman who gave Asher to me. But ever since I left her a voice message saying "Asher has hip and knee complications. can you give me any tips to maybe help him out" I have heard not scrap of hide, nor puppy hair of them....So much for an honorable rescue society. Apparently they care only for their Fila's and not a puppy who will have a short life due to bad breeding.
Since then I have been lucky and thankful to get him to go on a block long walk. I had even gotten him up to two block long walks and then one day about a month ago now everything just started going back downhill and they have not been coming up. It has been heartbreaking everyday trying to figure out if I was going to have another day with my Baby Asher... He's only 10 months old and I know that he more than likely will not make it to his first Birthday. Now please, BEFORE you make any comments about surgery, or pain killers, or giving him away to someone else who can "actually take care of him" pleas please please just read this part. I have talked to all the Vets in town as well as Vets in Seattle and sent his X-rays along with. I have gotten the same answer time and time and time again. Don't bother. The surgeries will not help him. There is NOT enough bone to actually attach anything that would make it better and they would have to grind down what little was left to do so anyway giving the entire surgery a greater chance of collapse only months after the surgery putting him in exponentially more pain. Pain Killers are used as sparingly as possible as he went most of his life learning how to move around the pain. Pain killers are more likely to enable him to hurt himself since he can't feel it. So I am stuck with making sure he is as comfortable as possible at all times, giving him what I can when i can, and making sure any time he wants to play that we do. I am making sure he gets the most out of his puppy-hood as he can.
I actually found the add in the paper for Heartbarx.com the weekend after Joe and I came to the conclusion that Asher would not be with us much longer than early December, if that. I immediately called them when I got home from work. After being VERY pleased with the pleasantness and openness that Lonny had when I asked questions about the dogs, their ancestry, and any of their health problems that they may have, I decided that I wanted to go visit them. A half hour later I was in a small room with tiny balls of fluff. One of those was the small pup that stole my heart and is now in my icon for this site and all his puppy pictures.
As November nears with December just around the Corner I pray with all my heart and soul that I get just one more day, one more day, one more Day with Asher, and that the 7th comes soon so my Corgi puppy can be with me....
When I send Asher to the Rainbow Bridge I know he will faithfully be waiting for me there, but for now I just keep thanking the lords and ladies for one more day.... Just one more day. I have tried to stay as happy as I can but I can feel myself starting to slip. Everyday gets harder, everyday I find myself closer to bursting into tears when I even just look at Asher. The puppy who was suppose to be my hiking buddy, my fetching friend, my walking companion, and my happy boy. I don't know how much longer either of us can hold out.

So what do you do when the Queen Elizabeth *via dream* comes to you and tells you to drop your sword and pick up your arm, and that will give you the greatest will? I mean other than that being cryptic for "stop fighting, raise your hand and take charge" I can't really think of anything. Opps off to class tty all later!

I do take a lot out of my dreams as often time I don't listen to my own voice when I am awake. Not to mention my dreams have more than once proved themselves to be a good voice to follow and have shown me in ways, things that have been, things that are, and things that COULD be if I wished to make the decisions to get there. I know that could sound crazy too most people, but yes, I do listen to my dreams as hard as I can. I definitely believe after much thought that there is something I am suppose to stop fighting against. I just have to figure out what that something is. I know there was a great deal of yellows and vibrant greens in the dream as well as part of the message being "gather close to you 16 maidens, and 16 guardsmen of whom you can know will stand with you." I'm hoping and by the sounds of it is just fluff, but it certainly makes for an interesting dream none the less. I also saw sunshine literally being wrapped around everyone as though it were just bright ribbon which was really cool. Unfortunately I sort of had to jet off to class before I could really expand on any of this as you are now seeing. There is much to think over and I know most of it will be resolved one way or another in a few days, just as always, most of the dream felt so real....

Ok lets see where to start.
I will start from last night and go from there as last night was fairly marvelous. After a long Friday and getting to see my puppy again with Bri, and Angelic Romeo, I started work on the 3rd of 7 pieces I am doing as a giant portfolio package drawing project. Joe came home around 8:30 to find me on hands and knees using a rubber dog brush to try to clean our carpet floor and get everything, *dog hair, twigs, leaves, other such things* SOOOOOO we went to the store and thankfully due to the Alaskan PFD I was able to go SHOPPING for the first time since about March. I got enough food to hold us over for the next couple of weeks, a new doggie bed for the soon to be arriving puppy *NOVEMBER 7TH!!!!*, an awesome traveling tea brewer/thermos/mugthingy, and last but not least.... a really nice Vacuum. You know you're starting to get old when you get excited about buying a vacuum. But I'll tell you what I could not be happier with it. We brought it home and Joe helped me put it together and then Starting at the Living room and doing about two and a half foot swaths across the floor at a time started to clean. Mind you I had to only do small sections at a time because the pail for the vacuum would fill up and I would have to empty out all the dust, animal hair, human hair, and who knows how much dander, bug dust, crap, etc... I don't even want to know what that dark dust was made of. All I know is that LITERALLY 8 pails of it later, my living room, kitchen, and hallway had been vacuumed. I have yet to do my bedroom and I am sort of scared to vacuum in there and see how many pails comes out of there alone. Mind you, This house has never had a good vacuum, we've cleaned the carpets once, and its been sweeping carpet ever since. I finally went to bed around 1, knowing that I had to get up early in the morning.

Ok so early in the morning might have turned out to be 10:30 when My mom called to wake me up. oh well! I took a wonderfully long pampering shower and walked out into my nicely vacuumed living room *everything is still piled on the couches but thats ok. I will clean them off later.* and played with Asher, fed him, etc. Then I started getting all of the trash, recycling, and other stuff rounded up to be taken to the dump. In the end I think we had 6 bags of trash, and the rest was cardboard boxes, bottles *of both the plastic and glass nature* and a bunch of aluminum cans, mostly energy drinks. We don't actually have a trash plan so we take it every couple of weeks ourselves and its actually a lot cheaper. The only problem is occasionally the skunks get into it. So there is the need to rebag things before we can take it down there.

After trash dumping it was off once again to the Heartbarx ranch ^^ (www.heartbarx.com) to visit my new Corgi Pup. I really can't wait to be able to take him home, and I found out that I can as soon as November 7th! Its a couple of days before he is actually 8 weeks old but the current owners of the ranch seem to really like me and I must have proved my competence some how ^^. It was so wonderful seeing him and all of his litter mates again. I will be a bit sad when we take him home cause it will mean no giant pile and being mauled by cute little corgi's. At least not until I have the money and time to raise my own little pups. Which yes, I will be raising Corgi's at some point in my life. I always used to think it would be huskies, but what can I say, the little fellows grow on you. Their big ears and little tails and their cute little bunny butts! Wanda, another one of the pups who is AMAZINGLY cute and is more than likely going to have a bit longer of a coat is completely head over heels for Joe and would actually defend her place in his lap. If we had the money *another 450.00* for her, she would be coming home with us as well. And then my lil pup would always have a play mate. But for now we will have to wait. Blast being in college.....

The rest of the day was filled with a nap and then off to Safeway for my usual weekly torture...er....work at the Deli. Only today wasn't the greatest days. In fact it was more hellish than any other before it. I get in there and am immediately left along during the Deli's peak hour with three of four machines for tags out of order, and no less than about 20 people at the counter at a time.... in the ELLENSBURG deli... To top it all off I got my life threatened by one of my coworkers. I went up to ask him a question and he spun around, glared and pointed a nasty finger at me and said, "If you even ask, I'll kill you." And went back to his work. Now, mind you. I don't take threats lightly, especially ones involving my life. So I went straight to the person in charge, and told them. You know what he did? Practically nothing. All he told my coworker to do was apologize. I couldn't believe it. So I'm thinking about quitting. I finished out the rest of my day today and I will be going in to talk to the head manager of the store tomorrow morning. At which time I will tell him that I no longer feel safe working in the Deli and around those people, especially threatface, and see what he has to say from there. Cause honestly, I don't need to deal with that sort of shit when I am only getting paid 8.17 an hour. I know I can do better anywhere else.

So that has been the last 24 or so hours of my life. Asher has been on a few walks in between that time but mostly he just sleeps at my side, head preferable on or next to my lap. What a weekend. And I still have tomorrow to go through... I need a weekend from my weekend.

Ello wide world of webbers!
So my life has been a complete whirlwind ever since school got started. Luckily things seem to be settling a bit which makes me a very very happy girl yes indeed. This last weekend in particular was rather great. Friday was quite busy with my usual runnings into town to pick up paycheck, deposit it, go to the post office and drop off arts to send to people etc. I also had the chance to hook up with a friend of mine bailey and we went to lunch at the Tav and then wandered around for a while. The tallest Liger came into town a short while later and we spent he next two or so hours drinking coffee and discussing school, work, boyfriends and ex boyfriends and old friends. I hadn't realized how very much I miss talking and hanging out with that incredibly fashion oriented lady. Let me tell you what, other than my sister Zen, the tallest Liger is one of the FEW people who I would allow to pick out my wardrobe and be happy with what I found there after they were done. That night was rather slow and relaxing. Joe and I just relaxed and watched a few movies. It was good. Saturday I tried very hard not to think on the fact that I had to go to work and spent quite a while out in my yard, including raking everything up and making a leaf bunker out of my front yard. I call it the Corgi Play Pen, but said Corgi bundle of cuteness won't be here for another couple of weeks. Just a little bit more time though. They go in for their first set of shots this Friday as well as the start of the deworming process. Which just sounds icky but very necessary. I finally had to go to work at 5 until 10 and let me tell you what I could not get out of that deli and then out of the deli smelling clothing fast enough. YUCK! If there's one thing that will ruin our hair and clothing faster than Bleach, its too many hours in the Deli. And anything over 5 minutes is too many hours in the Deli.
Sunday was exciting, other than completely spacing out my first job at the Rec Center due to try to scramble and get a Comm Paper written up but around 3 in the afternoon I was able to get a hold of Heartbarx and was able to go out and visit my new bundle of fluffy angel joy. You can see pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/31567469@N04/ <----- There :P
I still have yet to think of a good name for him, but I know one will come. He's such a cuddly sweet heart and has a pure little heart of gold and a good set of explorin hips! It was ADORABLE to try to watch him run after his mum and dad. :) I can't wait to bring him home!
Well thats about all for now. just another 10 hour drawing to nearly finish before tomorrow and a meeting at 3 with my "wonderful" group for this comm paper thats oh by the way due at 5.....

Today has truly been a day of days. I woke up and the skies were cloudy but it was all quiet and soft outside. I let the dog out and promptly crawled back into bed. I then had some really amazing dreams that in a different setting sort of materialized today. It will all be explained later but at one point I turned into a gray and black Jaguar and was crawling through a house and there were lots of shelves and small areas to explore. There was also a really attractive lad in my dreams with black curly hair and blue eyes. But he's been in a few of my dreams. Still haven't met him irl. Thats ok though, hes my dream dude. Anyway after I woke up I went in and worked at my job at the Rec Center and started trying to Install Adobe CS3 suite which I finally got for myself. Yes I know CS4 comes out soon, thats nice. dun care. CS3 was only 350 for me... I don't even want to think of the cost of CS4. So while at work I was glancing through the papers and found an add for Corgi Puppies. I quickly tore out the add and made sure it got to my pocket.
When I got home I quickly discussed things with Joe and we both agreed that right now, while I have the money *thank gods for being an Alaskan* and can safely make the transition that it would be a good time to get a new puppy. Asher unfortunately only has about two months to live. There is NO chance of surgery for him. Yes I've asked around, yes we've talked to numerous vets. It would put him in far too much pain and I am not willing to do that. I could also put him on pain meds, but to be honest and yes I talked to people once again about this, but to give him pain meds at this point would put him at greater risk of injury and over doing himself and potentially shortening his over all life. So, I am back to square one of giving Asher the absolute best life that I currently can and just keeping him as spoiled and happy as I can until it is his time to join his ancestors in the skies.
Anyway back to puppies. So Joe and I talked and I called the breeder. They are here: www.heartbarx.com WONDERFUL PEOPLE. Very knowledgable about the breed and answered all of the questions that I had in terms of "what type of dog?" *Yes I already know this* "Do you certify hips, ears, and eyes" *any good breeder does* "Oh good, Can I come visit and meet the sire and dam as well?" After being extremely pleased to their answers to all of my questions I went back to my room and peaked my head very cutely around the corner and said, "Sweeeeety, can we go look at puppies?"
Being the amazingly wonderful boyfriend that he is, he smiled, and as excited as me *but trying to hide every ounce of it, cause hes adorable like that* and took me 20 minutes from Ellensburg to a farm where there were eight adorable little faces looking up at me. As well as four very cute ones as well. The parents were so amazing, *the human ones and the dogs :D Max *the stud* was terribly adorable and very friendly. Even both of "mothers" the one who had the pups and the one who they were going to be breeding at some point later this year.* So I spent the next hour familiarizing myself with Otto, George, Barrister, Ken, Archie, Portia, Wendy, and Wanda. My top three are of course the first three that I mentioned, but the one boy that stole my heart was George. He's going to be a reddish, tricolor puppy, with white paws, and a lil white muzzle and he was just adorable. It was love at first puppy eyed look. I played around with all of them but Otto, Barister, and George. They were all the most excited, and playful, and George was amazingly loving, and he completely fell asleep in my arms. I really hope the other two couples that get to pic before me want some other puppy. But it felt very right. All of it did. And for the first time in a long time, it really really did feel completely right. Asher always had a shadow over him. As much as I love him, the entire deal of getting him, paying for him, everything... even his health. So yes. Needless to say after a an hour of George, a signed piece of paper and 100.00 down, I am the prossible owner of George, Otto, or Barrister.
After I came back home I got ready for work, and then as I actually GOT to work, found out I didnt have to work and had Joe come pick me up again. So, when we came home we were taking a BUNCH of pictures of Asher, the cat, and me and Joe outside. For those of you who dont know me and Joe, playing outside in the brush is not something we do often. SOooooooo, it was an amazingly great day. To top it off we are both watching, "How I met your Mother." Truly a good day.

PS: three weeks to when I get to bring a new Corgi Puppy Home :D

So I just had one of the scariest dreams ever. I had a dream that if Mc.Cain gets voted into office, that the U.S.A will be put under militaristic rule, any books that don't pertain to the Christian Religion *even fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, romance etc... no christian mention its in trouble* will be confiscated and burnt, dress codes will be enforced *that disgusting near puke canvas green stuff* and if you go OUT of your house with out permission, you will be shot at... Did I mention that if you're rich enough to pay the government you get a special patch for your clothing and don't have to mess with any of the above rules because your payments show your allegiance to the government? Yah.... fucking scary shit.

First off, Don't take my calling myself Queen as me having a big ego, its just helping me build up my ego and its fun. And it also gives me an excuse to look at pretty crowns and such online.

Ok, now that I have that out of the way, I had an extremely busy day. Especially for someone with a nose stuffed up so bad they can barely breath and a head so foggy that if I was flying I would have ran into a tree/mountain/building/etc. I could barely stand up on my skates at all today which was pretty lame seeing as how I'm normally more graceful in my skates than on my own two feet with out them. Anyway, I got a lot done today and got started on my Drawing4 project which includes inspiration from the German artist Mucha, and all types of beauty in the woman's body. So instead of taking just ONE body type, I am going to try to give as wide a range as I can. The next class was my Comm Intro Class and it was really informative on exactly what I need to do in order to get into the major. And get this, you don't have to apply once during the year and if you miss it omg your fucked. You can apply ANY QUARTER so long as you have the intro classes taken, have gotten a 3.0 in your intro classes and only a 2.4 overall GPA. Also the test you have to take, you can take as many times as needed *though it does cost 15.00* and the writing center has practice tests and will help you get ready for it. Talk about awesome! The Comm department really has their stuff together and I am so glad that they have a course purely for all the information and everything you need to know about the major, how to get into it, what to do once your there, and then what you will need to leave the major as you are graduating. Not to mention the teachers are all very knowledgeable and really are willing to give you any of the help that you need. I spent a half hour talking to my 289 teacher Mrs. Mitchel and I can not say enough good about the help she gave me and the reassurance that I could do this in the next two years and that I was already well set with skills to get me a job quickly after college. How awesome is that? Better than the art department could have done for me I will tell you that much! After classes I got a hold of the people in charge of Union Dues for Safeway and made sure that they realized I had a withdrawal card, and that I had been trying to get a hold of them for the past few days now. They said that was fine, and made sure that I knew the dues were only 37.00 and not the 50.00 that most managers were telling people about. I also got all of the Ware Fare stuff turned in today so my first all day greeting card making day is Tomorrow. Its my day off and I deserve to sit around and make cute cards that old Grandma's and Country folk are going to buy :D Wish me luck on that :D Ok, so that was my busy but very productive day. Oh, I also got registered to vote and got my absentee voters ballot into the mail. Did you register? If not, get off your ass and go do so already. www.rockthevote.com

Tomorrow marks the official new start of my new life. I know that sounds sort of big, but it really is to me. Over this past year I have gone on a huge journey. Starting at the beginning and slowly but surely tearing down everything that I used to be. All the bad, all the pain, all the sorrows and petty woah's. All of it. I examined each piece carefully, every memory before setting them all aside and then eventually throwing them away. I don't need any of it anymore. I have learned my many lessons and am once again resetting to a new person. I have a new start a new slate and a new chance. I've realized over about the past month or even half a month that there has been a number of things that continue to make me unhappy, that have brought a great deal of unwanted and unneeded stress into my life. I have put myself last from everyone else this year and it has done me absolutely no good. When others wanted or needed I was there, when others were unhappy I went out of my way to put a smile on their face, when others needed anything I was there. Now its time for me to be there for me and only me.
Tomorrow I am going to wake up, get dressed, feed my dog and go to work. There I will work for my wonderful boss Teresa and when I get off work at 1 I will race home as fast as I can. More than likely grab a quick shower if I don't shower in the morning before work, play with my dog the little bit that I can, grab my new notebooks and my purse *yes I now carry a purse. Hush.* dress in a color that I normally wouldn't wear because guess what I can, adorn myself in my favorite rings and a good necklace and head out the door. Tomorrow I have new classes and a brand new major to start. I don't know a lot of what to expect except that I will be writing a good number of papers this year. Which is all fine and good by me. Its about time that I remembered MLA formula and a few of those others. Who knows, maybe I will even learn how to properly write a bibliography this year. I hate those things. But, Tomorrow is a new start. I'm looking forward to it!
Who knows maybe I'll buy myself something thats just for me too. New prisma pencils or markers, a good set of headphones, maybe a new jacket or a pair of boots, oooooh, might even get myself a new purse. *looks off into the distance* hmmm yesss....
Queen Sylvia ;)
Good bye old me! It was good knowing you!

I didn't know what to put for a title, almost never do. Blarg. I feel not so great... Yesterday was my first "official" day in the Deli at Safeway. Let me tell you what, after three hours I remembered very clearly why I hate the deli. First off its the fact that everyone has their "own way" of doing things. This poses a problem when your new because everyone wants you to do it "their way" and if you don't they get mad at you. Secondly, and this has to do with people doing things their "own way" they are completely unorganized. After watching/learning how they close down the deli at night I suddenly see why it takes them from 7-10 to close. The blasted idiots have one person tear apart the entire front counter, distress *aka throw away 70 lbs of leftover food.... >.<* all the left over food, and put the case back together while only one person does the dishes. This means that for the first whole about hour that it takes for the person to break down the front case the other person is going to be doing nearly nothing... fair? no. Good way to get shit done? no.... *minor freak out....* What they SHOULD do and would save them a buttload of time is to have oh, whats that, BOTH people out front taking the case down and then Both doing the dishes! WHAT A NOVEL FUCKING CONCEPT! Besides, most of the China case actually has to Soak first before you can even begin to think about scrubbing it. Cause it gets all caked and gross from people not stirring the food, or keeping it nice at all.... Its terribly frustrating, then one person leaves early at 9 and the other person needs to mop up for the next hour. Heres the thing though. It takes what, maybe 7 minutes to sweep the whole damned place, and a person who knows how to run a mop, should take maybe 20 minutes to do that part. leaving, what, 33 minutes left to do anything else needed? Yah.... Yah... The only reason i was going moderately slow yesterday is because i have forgotten the numbers for most of the foods so typing that in after finding them took a bit of time. Give me a week, I'll be back to getting that done fast. Oh, next time, i will also not make the dumb ass mistake of not stuffing my face before going to work, and then working around a whole bunch of food for a ton of hours....
Anyway my stomach feels sick and has since last night around 11... I'm gonna go lay down...

I look back on this entire summer and realize things might not have gone exactly as I had planned, but thats ok. I still spent a little bit of time with friends when they weren't to terribly busy between work and school, I got to spend a LOT of time with my dog Asher and I think that its actually given him a chance for a somewhat longish life instead of the 6 months that we thought he had. I also got to spend a good amount of time with my boyfriend sitting back, watching some shows on TV and yes, bonding while playing WOW. I've had the opportunity to pick up my art skills and really get them going which has also been nice and prove to myself on a few occasions that people actually want my art and they think that my art is actually worth a few pennies and some change.
I've also been doing a lot of work on myself and listening once again to my dreams. Both those dreams in the waking and in the sleeping state of minds. I want to be an artist, and so I have started to devote more time and effort into the pieces I have been creating. Instead of just spending one hour on a project, I'll spend 5-10. While thats still not a lot of hours on the grander scales of art, its a start and at least I am finally taking those steps. There are still many commissions that I need to finish and they are getting there one at a time. I still also need to send out most of the commissions. It's mostly the getting down to the post office part of things as its half way across town and I just go down there much. But maybe i need to. Maybe I need to stretch my legs more like I did yesterday and walk ALL the way across town to find a little nursery *for plants people.... plants* only to find it closed. But at least I went on a good long arse walk right?
Anyway, I've also spent most of the summer becoming more and more fed up with who I am, how I feel everyday, what I believe, or what I think I believe, and just about every other small problem that I've had with myself in the past four years. I finally had a dream that explained the paths I have been taking over the last four years. Instead of looking for a path and following it, instead I keep "falling down the rabbit holes" and not all of them lead to wonderland.
Well I have to get ready to go to my second job... yeah.... and then i will be back home once again to my puppy and my art.

I've never tried this before and I really hope this works. Please, I am not faking this nor is this some pathetic cry for attention. This is real and breaking my heart by the mere minutes that pass.
My dog Asher is a 7 months old 91 lbs and a Malamute and Dobbie mix, and is not well at all. When we took him in for his 6 month check up we found out that he has SEVERE hip and knee problems and may be diabetic. He is not allowed to do anything strenuous (playing and walks are small and at a minimum, just enough exersize to try to build some strength. After the vets we immediately went and got him the best dog food we could find that would help with joint growth and rehabilitation.

After a month of special treatment and foods he is not doing better at all. In fact, he's getting worse. Walks have gotten shorter and shorter by the day due to sore legs as well as even chasing a toy across my small duplex. Today when I took him for yet another short walk I could visibly see him deteriorating when he walked. Finally about 3/4th's of a mile in Asher slowed way way down really starting to limp bad and then just laid down. Hoping he just needed a rest I sat down with him. A half hour later I was calling my boyfriend Joe to come and get us. When he got there a short while later Asher couldn't stand period. I had to lift my PUPPY. My 91 lbs PUPPY who should be RUNNING CIRCLES AROUND ME, into the back of my boyfriends car. I've had to lift him all evening as well.

I am going to take him to the vet tomorrow but I don't know how I'm going to pay for it. From what I know of stuff like this it sounds like it could be Diabetes, or possibly even bone cancer. The fact that his legs are giving out this fast mean its not just simple joint problems. I'm so scared and right now I don't even have the 36.00 to take him into the vet. Yes, I know you might not think 36.00 is a lot but right now it really is for me. I'm so scared that I'm going to have to put my dog down before he's even had a chance. Please help me so I don't have to do that. Please.

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Ive never seen a burning bush. I have not seen the world flood. Nor have I seen a river flow to blood, flies overtake the skies and frogs the water. I haven't seen 5 loaves of bread and 7 fish feed the masses. I have not seen miracles performed anywhere in my life. Even medical miracles have been explained away to pure science. It has been so long since the people of this earth have heard from God that even I myself had started to discount the very exsistence of them. Im not calling it male or female and I only use God because I know not what else to call it. Over the course of this last year I have met a very different set of people from a very different religion. They seemed to have so many more answers than that of the pastors and religious figures that I have known before. This has put an enormous strain on my poor lil christian raised mind. I mean, when you can get the answers that you look for its very hard not to be pulled towards that. Especially when these God forms come to you in one or more ways in your dream and your life, at least for a time gets very easily explained as well as the religious side of things. To be honest I do not know a lot of the God forms that came to me. The Morrigan, Krunnonos, Pan. But they have been there this year when it seems no one and nothing else has. They've given me the direction that I've needed and helped get me back to my own two feet. Now, why is this bad and where is this all going? Well, being brought up Christian is a hard thing. Not in the living of it, not at all. So long as you love your neighbor as yourself etc your doing just fine. Well, what happens when your neighbor or friend is a Pagan and happens to understand love and accept you for who you are more than your christian church? yah what then..... You go pagan. But then, due to your christian roots you get these whispers *or sometimes shouts* of old Christian songs that just so happen to smack you dead in the face and say "HEY! REMEMBER THIS GOD OVER HERE! ELLOOOOOOOOOO." And you head goes splody and your head goes OW. While I have loved the path that I had found this year, I sort of feel like I've been cheating on the God that I grew up with. But what of the new gods? Do I have to abandon them? Are they going to abandon me like I feel God did? I mean, I guess you could say that I never really went Full Pagan in the first place. More of sampled it and found that I liked that forbidden fruit.
I just have a lot that I need to contend with. This religious blurb is sort of the short of things. The other parts have to deal with my relationship with my boyfriend and how he fits into all of this. Let's just say this. How do you pick between two things you love? What if they both make you happy? What if you don't know which one means more to you?
All for now. Im gonna eat my ricearoni and go the hell to bed. Thats right, I said hell, it means bright, or light in German. So there....
Sylvia
Swiftpaw

Alrighty everyone. I'm on a mission. My mission: to become steampunked from head to toe. why? Cause I lurves it! I've become completely steampunk obsessed though finding the right things for an outfit, or even where to begin has been somewhat complicated. So, in lue of this, Im offering art for anyone who can find me Steampunk goods for good prices! Im not saying BUY it for me, but if you can find the links, you will get some small token of art. If you do feel inclined to buy it for me, I will do art up to a commission of the cost of the art :D
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU!