Snow Baby.

I originally was going to post up the video I took yesterday of Beja navigating the snowfall like I posted on Facebook and Twitter  but for some reason it's gone and I can't find it to upload.

Shit.

It figures.

Yesterday when I had my nap I was woken up by him in the bed with me, licking my face,something we used to do but he hasn't done in months, ever since the 31 YR old stole him off me, and then we snuggled back and feel asleep again and I woke up with him curled up in my legs and it was wonderful and I really missed it. As it turned out he didn't jump up on his own accord; my hubby put him there but he didn't jump down and run off ,either ,though; he stayed with me and that still counts for something. The 31 YR old also says he has a yeast infection(probably also where I got my ringworm from)which is why he has that nice corn chips scent I like and he soaked his paws in apple cider vinegar, the same thing I used to rub in Buddy's fur for mites, and yesterday he was really careless and endangered him again as well, freaking me out: he let him follow him outside onto the veranda and almost down the stairs until I noticed and brought him in, panicked, to which he hissed, You're so weird! but I just don't want him chasing a squirrel, for example, and running off, or getting hit by a car, or attacked by a big dog. He has to stop endangering my dog! He can only be out on a leash!

Last night my cough was soooooooooo bad it also kept waking me up and my chest felt "burning" and tight, and it was a nice clear  starry night and the freshly-fallen snow was glistening and sparkling and it's the Little Things like this that bring me the most joy in life, and I also had another dream I moved back to my old Toronto house only in this version my fave. clawfoot tub was no longer there and had been replaced by a modern one and I was really disappointed and sad. It's also freezing cold out today: -18C with a wind-chill of -25C so poor Beja froze his cajones off going out to pee this morning, and my hubby got a dog repellent spray to keep him from peeing on the floor and I got this genius idea as well to spray it on the 31 YR's bedroom door to prevent him from always hanging around him.

This is war.

I want my dog back.

Only it turned out that my hubby also had the same idea and had already done it. 

Help a brother out.

I also noticed my hubby has 4 big moles on his back the size of a thumbnail and even me as much as I suntan and all the freckles and moles I have(and his back is never even exposed to the sun) I still don't have any that are that big( no bigger than the eraser on the top of a pencil) so he might want to get them biopsied just to be safe, and he's visiting one of his brothers in Port Hope today after work and whenever I hear Port Hope I always think of that Degrassi episode where Wheels went to Port Hope to find his biological birth father. My stomach also still hurts really baaaaaad and I just wish that I could have even just one day where something didn't hurt and I wasn't in pain and didn't feel like shit.

Maybe for Christmas?

I also saw this 7 million $$$ house for a lottery prize and the only thing I could think to myself was I bet their yearly property tax on that thing cost even more than what we paid for our house, and the 31 YR old said McDonald's now has an adult Happy Meal (that's just so awesome and you know what I'll be getting for MY snack this week!!) and joked the toy is either a mini dildo or a mini butt plug and you have to show ID to get it. HA! I prefer the dildo though as butt plugs aren't really my "thing." I also think of the Bible verse about how the ...stone that the builders rejected shall become the chief cornerstone... and it made me think of how I'm always rejected, outcast, abused, and bullied by society, but maybe God still has a good use for me....

” I say it to myself sometimes too. I have come to believe it is a kind of self cruelty to compare yourself to who you use to be. Especially if it is something you miss about yourself. A naive quality you can’t get back.-Kathleen Godfrey