Yesterday morning wasn't really a bad thing, but definitely something I'd rather have missed. It's alright though. Once I got some sleep I was fine. I say that in regards to the fact that I didn't actually think about it again. I have no intention of revisiting all that crap for a long time. There's too much thought and too much to consider. If anything happens, then it happens, I guess the best I can hope for is to realise that I am strong enough to deal with it. I've got a feeling I got it all handled.
It's still early, but I've mananged to fit in a few hours sleep already. I'm feeling good about today. It is ice cold outside and if I can avoid it, I'm-a-try stay out of it, it's looking like I can pull of this feat. I did have a few things to do today but I've managed to out-source them to other people in an attempt to keep the day to myself. Seven days until Christmas, and still, I barely notice. The cold doesn't represent it, the snow here is non-existant, and the spirit is ... well, what spirit? It's the same old same old. The only difference is the increased presence of people in town like that of an invading force, so much more visable...
I like to make sure I don't have to go anywhere near town when it's running up to the 25th. It's like the part in "Jingle All The Way" where Arnie is stood outside the shop and there are hella people crowding the store, waiting for the door to open, and then the second it does, a wave of pushing, eager... desperate, to shop people fly through the door. Pushing, shoving, trying to find that last thing on your list. Leaving it to the last minute because that's the kinda person you are, "Meh, I'll get it later, it's not like they're going to be sold out" But then, you find they ARE sold out and now you gotta find something else ASAP.
Naturally I'm speaking from old experiences, this year I've limited my resources to the few people I'm inclined to get gifts for. As long as I don't get something from someone I haven't got anything for, I'll be good. If someone, whom I agreed to not buy for, bought something for me, even though they said they wouldn't... Then I'm going to feel crap about it. Hopefully that won't happen, and we stick to the ageement. COD4 is getting to easy for me. I'm 55 and am here to stay. No Prestige mode for me, I don't need that little medal to prove I've played long enough to go from 1 - 55, back to 1, and repeat. I seem to win a majority of the games I play. One on One is the new thing for me, I love the slow pace of it, running around, trying to find the one guy who's looking for you. It usually comes to a case of, who sees the other first, kills. I lost one game from all that I played, drawn one because the host quit and won every other by a decent amount of kills, considering of course, it's first to ten.
Search and Destroy is still awesome. I think there should be another 1-life per round, kinda game. Last Man Standing would be cool, but the game type would lend itself to the campers who just wait for you to pass and then jump out from the side, unexpectedly to lay some ammo into you. 94 people playing One on One :-( Hella hard to get a game
Definitely a dog person, I've had four dogs. There was Tess, which has been there since I was born, she died when I was about seven. That was a very tough time for us to deal with, everyone in my immediate family loved her, completely loyal, and even though she was a pretty big dog, she was a softie, always playful. She stopped eating, got weak, got worse and had to be put down, I hated seeing her lying there, unable to move.
Not long after we lost Tess, we got Sheba and Tara, two boxer crosses that we had to keep together because they were so close. Our intention was to have one, but after hearing what the plan was for the puppy that wasn't relocated... my mum and dad took them both. They ate everything for the first few months. Always running about and such, Tara was allergic to Grass and Fleas, and ended up getting too ill because of it and we couldn't keep her. I was in secondary school then and wasn't even told about her being taken away until I got back, that broke my heart. Sheba we still have and she's doing great *Touch Wood* 13/14year old she is, I'm not entirely sure because I was so young when we got her.
Sheba is at my parents, and here with my aunt I have my fourth dog. "Puddles" A chihuahua(?) I wanted to call it Gizmo, he's about 10years old, so pretty old dog. Technically he's not "mine" but it's pretty much the same thing, I look after it and live with it. When Im out on my own, no doubt I'll be getting my own little puppy that will live near 20years. Cats really aren't my thing.
I Hope Everyone Is Well.
EDIT: Here, Got A Video That Y'all Should Find Funny (If You Don't You Have No Sense Of Humour)