It's Friday...But It Feels Like A Monday.

It's Friday again. Thank goodness. Sometimes the week can't fly by fast enough.
At this point in the week all I can think about is spending a little extra time wrapped up in my blankets on Saturday morning/afternoon. Especially, today. I have a monsterous headache and it's pouring rain outside. I can hear the gentle thunder and the pitter of raindrops on my windowsill. Being at work under these conditions must qualify for cruel and unusual punishment, right?

I am also a bit depressed. My big fat fluffy sugar glider Bael crossed over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. I found him on the bottom of the cage yesterday morning right before I left for work. I honestly thought he was already gone - but he was still breathing. I stayed home so I could say goodbye and offer him some palative care. I held him for 4 hours, keeping him warm and comfortable. He died in my hands. I will miss him so.

He was the only sugar glider the was affectionate. In fact, I think he was the only one that honestly cared about me one way or another. Always quick with kisses, I loved reaching my hand in the sleeping pouch just to get one.

The three gliders that are left really don't care for me much. Two of them bite me. The other just runs away when I try to pet her. I am considering finding a more appropriate home for them now that Bael is gone.

I know that sounds awful. As if I adopted these "kids" and now I want to give them back when it's no longer fun. I've been a glider mommy for more than 6 years. It's been interesting. It's been fun. But, it's also been expensive and hard at times. I do love these little buggers. So, I am so conflicted.

*sigh*

Rainbow Bridge

I guess I should report that since I introduced everyone to my lovely group of gliders my little boy Neuro has crossed The Rainbow Bridge and ascended to glider heaven

We came home one day to find him with an injury to his leg. We rushed him to the emergency animal clinic. The procedure went well, but he had a reaction to pain medicine and anesthesia. We never could get his body temperature stabalized. He died the next morning.

I shall miss my little escape artist.

What Are They Called Again?

Sugar Gliders.
That's how I answer that question. I get it practically any time anyone asks about my pets. Usually, I end up repeating myself ("They are called S-U-G-A-R gliders!") and going into a spiel about what they are, where they are from, what they eat, blah, blah, blah.

So, here's my Sugar Glider Centerfold of the Day:


This is Cosmo modeling on the backdrop of my hubby's bright orange shirt. In February, Cos went to live with new parents in NC along with his girl Mena and their twins, Orion and Icarus.

I currently have 5 gliders:

Bael - my fat fluffy boy. Beautiful, he is my sweetest and oldest glider. His brother, Bandit, recently passed away.

Contessa - mama girl. She's a bit sad since her mate died. Tessa has always had a minor attitude problem. She was a rescue and although things got much better, you just can't push this girl into liking you.

Blue - Mr. MellowMushroom - He's very laid-back, and just goes with the flow. Ain't no sweat off his back...

Neuro - the little Houdini escape artist. If there is an tiny crack or crevice, he can find his way out of anything. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up to him scurrying around in my room after Meko, our Maltese, has alerted me to his presence.

Willow - little baby girl - Like her mom, she can take it or leave it. She prefers the company of other gliders to humans. No biting, but she can definitely jump and run away if she doesn't want to play.

Gliders are not the kind of pet for everyone. They take lots of care and time. And...they aren't the cheapest pets to own either. Fresh food, frozen veggies, chicken, meal worms, crickets, vitamins, calcium - it all adds up.

But, it is oh so worth it to see those big eyes and fluffy tails.

Some People Will Read Anything...

I am rather amused at the moment
I haven't stopped by the blog in quite a while. Yet, I just noticed that some of my posts have comments. Actual comments from what I can only assume are actual people. I find this interesting.

I assumed that noone would ever stop by to read these ramblings.
That's probably mainly due to my tragically low self-esteem and the fact that I believe that noone really cares. Yes, I know that it's public and in fact anyone can read it - but I never anticipated that anyone really would.

So...thanks to my readers. Whether one or many...maybe this will inspire me to at least write more than a couple times a year.

Forbidden Fruits

"Snow White ate the poisoned apple, Eve ate the 'forbidden fruit', pick your fairytale"~Bill Maher

History always makes women out to be either bad or stupid. It's bothersome really. I'm not saying that there aren't stupid sluts and tarty tramps out there. I just have trouble believing that all the bad shit in this world is the result of some wench munching on an "apple".

Cranial Compulsions

I read an article that states Prozac is being taken in such large quantities in Britain that it has entered water supplies.

I find this more than mildly amusing. I have to wonder if it isn't some conspiracy by the government. I can almost imagine a bunch of stody Englishmen sitting around having cigars and scotch thinking of a way to help the people of Mother England.

"I know...let's add Prozac to the drinking water. It'll go great with the flouride."

Healthy teeth and "shiny happy people holding hands"! What a thought.

Down in the Frumps

I'm feeling frumpy today. Tired and frumpy.
I guess I could throw in fat as well, but that's a little too obvious.

But as Marilyn Wann says, life is too short for self-hate and celery sticks.

I guess I feel better now.

Where Did the Time Go?

I just realized that it's been 2.5 weeks since I last posted anything even remotely newsworthy.

I'm feeling somewhat inadequate. I can't even keep up with my own journal.
Gee...how pathetic! :)

What have I been doing anyway?
I'm been workingbitchingeatingsleepingfuckingcomplainingstressingworkingbitchingeatingsleeping
fuckingcomplainingstressing, etc. and etc.

Yep, that about sums it up.
Hehe.