There is a Golden Chick in Del City. OMFG.

I'm still a little numb, really, so if the words I commit to right now seem as though I'm describing the situation a little emotionlessly, that's why.
Our car was stolen on Friday night. The car that was purchased a mere three months ago - in fact, our 3rd payment was just mailed last week. The bastards took it on a joy ride, then burned it. I hope they had fun while it lasted. Karma is waiting.
The police contacted Mark today to report that they found my totebag and purse, which were in the car; meaning I have some of my personal belongings back. My favorite BBW purse. Yay!
Because my housekeys were in the purse, we've had to install new locks and deadbolts to our house in number of 4, which cost a little over $200.
I cannot stress something enough, people, about purchasing a car: Gap Insurance. Very important. Luckily, we have it.
Anyway... Just thought I'd pass along the news. There's so much more to write, but I really don't feel up to it.

I'm super excited because I'm headed to the movies to see Mirrors with some co-workers. Hopefully it won't be a loser!

I don't work Bath and Body Works this weekend. Yay! I want to do something this weekend...but whaaaaaaaaat?

I'm still alive.

Though the Christmas season is over, and hours are down at BBW, I still work around two to three days a week there. Surprise, surprise. Thinking about taking a break, though, because I could use it. Working every weekend gets to be kind of a drag, yanno?

By the good graces of Mark's long-time college friend and co-worker, Chris, I have access to WoW. ...oh...my...gods. Uh, yeah. Addicted? Hm. I dream about my tauren. Seriously even thought about calling into BBW sick so I could play. Haha.

Saqqara is still a puppy. The poor dear was sick over the weekend - nasty, smelly fluids coming out of both ends. We had to throw away the blanket she's had since we first got her. It was too soiled and disgusting to even try to clean. No, thanks. We'll buy her a new one. Mark finds it highly amusing that Saqqara's full name is "Saqqara Lynne" when she's in trouble. My sister's middle name is Lynne, and it was always the one being yelled out when I was growing up - so much so that when the puppy Mom got us for Valentine's day fifteen years got in trouble, the first thing out of her mouth was "Sugar Lynne." So, it's a tradition. I was never in trouble, of course. Mark always tries to turn it around by calling the puppy "Saqqara Leigh." What-eva!

Mark and I are in the process of trying to locate a new car. It seems every time we make plans to shop for one on a Saturday, something happens - be it a family issue, friends, or unruly weather. I'm not even going to attempt this weekend. ...and maybe then the weather will turn out good. Who knows?

Not really much else to report.

Hope everyone is well and safe! It's almost Spring. Almost time to stop hibernating. Meaning? We should all get together for dinner or something.

Obligatory Disclaimer: Some of what I post below may seem a little convoluted and serpentine, so I both warn you and apologize to you in advance. Mark is sick. I didn't sleep well (as will be evinced by the dream I'm about to share). To protect those who may be bored by the subject, or just not interested in it, I'm placing it behind an LJ-cut.

( The Dream )

1. Saqqara is doing very well. The chewing phase, which will last for a very long time, seems to have calmed down. Not everything she sees is a potential victim. The furniture doesn't cower as much anymore, but books are still looking tasty. You would think that the mutt would be satisfied with all of the toys that litter the floor, but she's always looking for other items to test those canines on.
2. BBW has "The Sweetest, Softest Lambie" available in small and large sizes. I own both. So cute, squeezable, and the lavender sachet buried in the middle of it is very calming.
3. As of October 1st, I will be considered a sales associate at BBW again rather than just floorset. My managers talked me back into it because a) they don't have enough experienced people for the season b) all of the new hires seem to be quitting shortly after starting c) someone called corporate and complimented me on my service, which means the DM sent a note to our store about it. Nifty, eh?
4. Sometimes I wonder if anything is worth it anymore.
5. RPed table-top over the weekend for the first time in years. I felt so inadequate! It was, however, fun even though my character (based on me since it is was an alternate world type of setting) didn't do much when it came to the fight scene. Actually fled, screaming in terror. One should be very careful when assigning a 3pt flaw. But, as I said, it was based on me, and I have 100pt flaw when it comes to arachnids.
6. Vacancy is an okay movie if you rent it for free.
7. I hate thunder. I really, really do.
8. It might not be a bad idea to cleanse my house this weekend with sage and sea salt. Saqqara is starting to be pestered by something on a semi-regular basis. I found it rather unnerving that she sat up in bed during the middle of the night to start barking at the hallway. Barking and growling. Saqqara isn't a yippy-yappy dog, either.
9. It saddens me that I am unable to visit my mother for the next few months because of starting work at BBW again. Anyone who's worked retail knows it's practically impossible to request off during this time of season as Christmas gets closer and closer. So, the last time I will be able to stay the weekend with her will be in October. But February will eventually be here.
10. I really hate thunder.
11. TeeJ, Kevin: It was great seeing you over the weekend. Oh, by the way, TeeJ, all of my purple dice made it back home.
12. I must be insane because I have a crazy urge to buy a ladybug Halloween costume for Saqqara even though we're not having a part this year. I will resist.
13. I feel numb. I am numb. Has anyone else felt paralyzed emotionally? I do. Perhaps it's surrounding what happened this morning. Perhaps not. Whatever the case, the numbness is gaining more of a hold.
14. ...tonight, I clean. Tomorrow, I clean. The day after, I clean. Next week, I clean. Incessant cleaning is portended.

I quit BBW over the weekend. ...well, okay, so I didn't completely quit. I've gone to floorsets only. I may or may not go back to Sales Associate. Just... not happy with a lot of things right now. Maybe I will work things out and go back next year. My last day as a Sales Associate is this Saturday. At least I will still have y discount.

RNIC suckage.

( People Are Lazy and Stupid )

Shattered glass has such wickedly jagged edges, just begging for the feel of skin, the taste of blood. Sometimes I have a such a strong desire to satiate the hunger the glass contains. I know the real way, the proper way, to cut the wrist so that the blood drains faster. Trickles are useless. Rivers are important.

The continuance of life breeds only more and more problems, pain, sorrow, grief, but the introduction of glass against the blue vein beneath pale white skin is the salve that an angry soul needs.

The perfect piece of glass has yet to present itself. Maybe soon it will journey into my possession.

Saqqara, for a puppy about 12 weeks old, has such diverse tastes when it comes to food:

1) A pair of black slacks required for work. The buttons and zipper were her favorite parts.

2) While it indicates she has at least a passing interest in the history used to provide her name, munching on the spine of an $80 book about ancient Egypt is something that was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime event for her. That restaurant will never be visited again.

3) Mark's leather belt has a few more perfectly placed notches. It's as close as she's gonna get to dead cow.

4) Shoes. OHMYGOD. I'm sure most people who read this know that I routinely have at least 4-10 pairs of shoes scattered throughout the dining room, living room, and bedroom. Not anymore! I get home, shoes go into closet. Her favorite thing to do is just... lick them.

5) Pillows and sheets. The stuffing that spills out of the corner of pillows is fascinating to her.

6) Rollie pollies (sow bugs / pill bugs) are a snack that she'll actually hunt for in her spare time. We normally have a rollie pollie graveyard on the tile at our front door (why? no effin' clue), but since the purchase of our little darlin', those pesky things have disappeared! Better than vacuuming! ...the only downside is that she licks our face. Ew.

7) There's nothing more disturbing than calling Saqqara's name only to see her turn around with frog legs hanging out of her mouth. Gross! At least the poor frog wasn't injured.

8) Hair. Saqqara will go to the trouble of perching on the back of the couch to dine on my hair. It wouldn't be annoying if it wasn't so painful. Chewing isn't the only thing she does--she pulls it. Ow. We are currently breaking her of that habit.

Here's a really cute picture taken with the MotoQ phone:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/10245574@N06/962263410/

...Saqqara.

A name bequeathed to the 11 week old Spitz/Pomeranian mix puppy that I purchased from a colleague at RNIC for a bargain at $50! Mark, who has never experienced anything positive with owning pets, already loves her so much that she's completely spoiled - in little over a week, she's amassed 8 toys. Saqqara, while an energetic puppy, has a perfect balance in her demeanor: sweet, loving, playful.

And she's uber smart. (I know I sound like a mom talking about their kid, but it's the truth!) The sign offering her at $50 listed her as being 'paper trained.' ...yeah, right. Saqqara merely looked at the newspaper we put her on to go pee, sniffed it, and walked away, only to pee less than 5 minutes later elsewhere on the carpet. Paper trained. Sure. So, on Saturday (7-21-07) we started taking her outside to begin the REAL training. Saqqara, despite some mishaps, has done extremely well in learning how to hold things until she goes to the door. What we need to work on, now, is having her get our attention when she's AT the door, because if we don't SEE her there, she will make a mess elsewhere; I have absolutely no idea on how to make her whine, bark, or other sound to inform us when she's ready to go out. I'll endeavor to take the training book we bought from PetsMart to work tomorrow so I can it.

Tomorrow is DoomsDay. Poor Saqqara will visit the vet for her second round of vaccinations. I'm gonna feel extremely guilty - and, really, I already do - for exposing her to it, but it's something very necessary to keep her healthy. I hope she'll be fine.

I love my new phone! It's totally awesome. I can surf the web with real graphics. A smart phone is so cool. This post is written via the new phone.

A week ago, I think, is when my mood plummeted downward until depression finally bubbled forth from the hard, cracked surface. Other than hormonal swings, I think there are two identifiable causes.

1) I stumbled on something that displeases me, even though there should be no reason, and I've had a hell of time trying to refrain from opening it on my computer. (Okay, so I may have looked at it one or two times, but I close it in disgust thereafter.)

2) While I don't remember anything about it, I was told something about what I did in the past, and since I *can't* recall the situation, I can hardly dispute it. The harebrained idea might have made sense to me at the time, but not currently. I don't like it. Not at all. Nothing can be done about it, though. Not anymore. Oh, well.

...cryptic, isn't it? The sad thing is: both 1 and 2 are tied to each other. A combined effort has depleted the usual optimism. I hate myself sometimes.

I'm bitchy.

I am a BBW-whore. Forget the crack-whore nonsense. BBW-whore.
Never did I realize that I owned so much BBW products. I can literally start my own store if I wanted to do so!
One day, when I have lots of time, I will make an inventory list and post it here. Only then will some people grasp the true scope of my lust for BBW.