I still don't know if I will get the girls or not. (Did I mention that I wanted girl rats?) I should know pretty soon, once they open their eyes. Anyway, here is a picture of just the girls, a little older, a little wiser.

They just get cuter and cuter!

I'm hoping for one of the blacks and the cream colored one. But lets be honest here. They are all freaking sweet hearts!

Here's hoping

Hey guys,

So it's been awhile, mostly since moving into the new house has left me devoid of internet up until now. But I'm back and better than ever. Or at least just as good. I can promise I haven't returned deficient.

So the newest thing that is happening is these little guys.
This is the newest litter of rats from http://http://www.matrixratsrattery.com/
Two of them will possibly perhaps be mine maybe. I sound less than sure because I have been shuffled from litter to litter a couple times here. The waiting lists at Matrix Rats are long, because the pets are very high quality. Janine, the breeder, socializes these little guys from day one. She even takes months of each year to study and play with her rats, just to makes sure they are loved. I chose this rattery because I know my babies will be healthy and happy from the day I get them. Apparently everyone else in colorado and new mexico also chose them, so I have to wait my turn.

You all might not know these about me. Well actually you probably do since most of you actually know me personally, but... I am a crazy rat lady. I think they are just about the best pets a girl could ever get. They never bite. are trainable and cuddly, soft, and just plain adorable.

I'm personally hoping for the ones on each end. I'm crossing my fingers that four times is the charm. Otherwise, I think my nesting impulses are going to go into full swing and I am just going to have a baby.

I think a majority of my life is spent moving. The boxes, the trucks, the dragging things up stairs, the bruised legs and paint smeared faces. I'm doing it again. I'm moving out of my mother's house again. It's hard work, but I'd like my own room again. If you want full details of the moving out session, wander over to Angie's blog, she is covering it in depth. Of course, then she will get another number on her counter and be even further ahead of me as far as internet sensationing goes, but alas, that is her destiny perhaps maybe.

Any way, the other night, after working hard on the new house, we gathered downstairs (where it was cooler we don't have ac yet) and lay on the newly shampooed carpet for a while. We talked about nothing with only a novelty flashlight for well, light. Then with no provokation or warning, we all jumped up and danced to "Blinded by the Light" (might not be actual title) which of course was only playing because we were all also singing it badly. I don't know how this happened. I don't know why. What I do know is that it was one of those moments, the moments that reassure you that everything is going to be ok.

So, I'm trying to get this "real world" thing figured out. First step get a job. I applied to a call center in town and surprise of surprise I got the job. neat. Mind numbing labour here I come. But there was one thing I had to do first. I had to take a drug test. Because obviously you can't be doped up on elephant powder or crystal juice and answer a phone.

In theory it wasn't a problem. I don't do drugs, hadn't even drank anything since graduation. Just pee in a cup. I mean, I'm not a guy, so I can't aim or anything but drug addicts do it all the time, so I, an educated and healthy young woman could surely pee in a cup. I was all ready too. I went to the place (the pee cup place) early in the morning, I didn't even take my ritual just woke up bathroom break, so I had to go pretty badly. But apparently, I have a shy bladder. I'm talking really shy. I was in that room for nearly an hour, listening to every word the doctor said to anyone on the phone or at the front desk. Actually, for all I knew he was talking to himself, but he was talking a lot is all I know, and my bladder didn't like it even one bit.

Then I remembered reading this http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/000626.php a while ago. My good old buddy Steve from the Sneeze had my back. His bladder is shy in not very Private bathrooms. I don't envy men this particular problem, but his solution was helpful for mine. Arithmetic. I started a pattern of addition in my head. 2+3=5 3+4=7 4+5=9 I think I got to 9+10=19 before the flood gates opened.

Thank you Steve. You saved my job.

So I am pretty much graduated. By pretty much I mean totally. Such an accomplishment makes me want to give you, my dear readers, some words of wisdom. So here:

Packing sucks. Don't ever do it if you want
Also so does looking for jobs
Now I can Blog more. So thats good.
My mom doesn't buy milk as often as I'd like, so I already can't wait to live on my own again.

Actually, I don't think any of that was advice. So well, oh well. Anyway, graduation was very nice. Our speaker was some sort of author type. His goal was to know nothing. That's a pretty good goal. I don't know how it compares with mine, (too be an internet sensation). On the one hand, his has philosopical and zen like resonance and mine is entirely self serving. On the other hand, his is a goal of negation, where as mine is a goal of positive movement. Both goals seem to have no lasting effects. But, still.

Other than that, there were plenty of the sorts of things you expect at graduations there: the silly hats, the boring list of names, the one guy who throws something ridiculous while on stage. So now I get to go into the real world. I submitted my first application, grabbed a couple others and realized I'd rather sit at home a bit. Can't though, I've got loans now. The banks gift to me upon my graduation.

Something new I noticed about cats:

They like to walk around your bed a couple times while you are sleeping and jump all over you. Then when you are awake they like to make scratching noises on the carpet. FOR HOURS.

Thought you would like to know. I'ma go take a nap.

Yeah. Looks cute right. Oh I'm a cat, every one loves me. I'm fluffy. Blah blah. I'm so tired of cats.