I have been dying of The Plague for the past week and a half, so I have not posted anything, and for awhile, I was on a really good run.
First I would like to say, I am NOT eating Nutella right now.
I started this with no intentions and I figured it would just write itself because really, that is kind of how I always write. So I will inform you of things.
I am somewhat disappointed in my Facebook friends, but only some of them. I keep posting a link to Cliff’s Kittens, and I keep pointing out, I only want one single dollar from those who can share one to go towards this cause, and only four people have contributed. I really did not expect that. I thought dollars would be coming in left and right from a lot of people. I mean, just a dollar, that’s it. YOU HAVE A DOLLAR AND YOU KNOW IT.
But then to boost my ego I saved a bird. My lifelong goal is to be Saint Francis and talk to animals and reason with them. I could teach them how to safely cross the street. Last weekend a yellow finch got his leg caught in our bird feeder. At first I didn’t realize he was stuck, but as I walked towards him and realized he wasn’t going anywhere I figured it out. So I pet him first, because when am I ever going to get to pet a bird? Then I pulled the metal bars apart with my shoulder and one hand, and with my free hand I jimmied his leg free and he flew away. I was really happy with that. For all I day dream about saving animals, this is one of the few times I succeeded. I won’t even get into the time I “saved” a cat who had a happy home, and really ended up just kidnapping him for the night.
But then on my way home tonight I saw a deer stuck on a patch of grass between an on ramp and the actual highway, and there was pretty much no way this deer was going to make it anywhere safely, so I freaked out. This is the reason I am currently happily sedated on Klonopin. Had I not taken the Klonopin, I would spend all night imagining the various scenarios that could have happened, and I would be a mess by about 3am.
I have been obsessively watching videos of Koalas and I need one. If you can tell me this is not the absolute cutest thing you have ever seen, then I really don’t know what to say. Because the fact is, it IS the absolute cutest thing you have ever seen.
I just really want to point out how good I am getting at putting a video in my blog.
My level of confidence revolves around my hair. If I am in a good hair phase, I dress nicer, I wear make up sometimes and I feel better about life. If my hair is in the Justin Bieber floppy phase, as it is now, I dress like a slob and do not care what I look like. This was kind of a sad realization for me. My hair determines my confidence.
I think that maybe, in addition to giving me a dollar, you should post my blog on your Facebook page, or whatever it is you log in to. Just be like, hey, this girl is a little crazy and doesn’t always make sense, but she is VERY good at identifying cute koala videos, so go check out her blog. That’s what you should say. Exactly that, word for word.
Also, here is the last part, if you live in or near the Cleveland, Ohio area, I want your dreams. I want your kid’s dreams. I want your grandma’s dreams. I have an idea for a project, and I need you to submit to me the following at DarcyJ76@me.com: Your name, e-mail address, age and your recurring/vivid/memorable dream. It can be a nightmare, a good dream, a practical dream that just stuck with you. You can translate for grandma or the kids if they can’t type it up themselves. Please send me your dreams and nightmares soon. I won’t use anything without telling you before hand exactly what I’m doing and getting your “go ahead” to do it. Get to it.
In the above picture, we have, left to right: Henry, Squeaker, Logan, Frank and Cooper.
In this picture, we have Kramer. I love him.