As most of you already know, I tore the muscles around my acromialclavicular joint (AC joint, in the shoulder), and I can't lift my arm more than roughly 20 degrees away from my body. There is also no twisting mobility - and this is more useful than I thought! Drinking water with my left hand... well, let's just say I've spilled a lot of things.

Bio and Radar are out there on the deck getting some liquid sunshine. I've never known a cat to lay out in the rain. Dogs, maybe, but cats? I think it's because it is a rare opportunity to be allowed out on the deck. Ryan is afraid she will fall from the third floor balcony, but I have faith in her balance. Besides, keeping them in the house causes fights and I think I'd rather she fall off the deck than bite the damn dog one more time. I hurt my arm trying to separate them earlier and now it is sore. Damn kids. ;)

I think a trip to the dollar store might be fun. He'll be fine in the car, and P.E.T.A. is generally ok with dogs being left in the car with the windows open, lots of water, and 64 degree weather. Hopefully. I just have to get out of this house. I've only been diagnosed with this injury since last night, and the prospect of being out of work until Wednesday is already giving me CABIN FEVER!

Anyways, I'll probably be back online to complain some more later.

PS: I got a new Yellow PearlScale Angelfish. She is in her own octogon-shaped vase with a tall lighthouse. Her name is Xantha - what I've determined to be the feminine version of xantho (for yellow).

And speaking of fish, Ryan is bringing me home some rainbow trout he caught! Yaya!

We don't get along well; the dog and I. He poops where he's not supposed to, I cry and beg him to STOP. He won't eat his food. He hasn't eaten much at all, in fact. I fed him a part of an english muffin and some lunchmeat tonight because ONCE AGAIN he made his mouth bleed by biting at the bars on his kennel. He doesn't do any of this when Ryan is here! Ryan GETS dogs, he understands them.

I understand CATS. Cats are self-explanatory. They purr when they like it, they give you lovey eyes. If they don't like it, they hiss or scratch or just give you the glare of death. They do their own thing. They shit in a box. They can sit on the furniture without getting it all dirty. I understand cats!!!

It's only two more weeks til Ryan is finally, finally home. Until then I'm fucked.

(I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and ask 1) what kind of food Bio might eat, 2) how to stop him from gnawing the cage -- the bitter apple spray did not work --, 3) if there is anything I can do about his bloody gums, and 4) why Bio has diarrhea today -- I'm hoping its only because he ate cat food last night, which is Ryan's opinion, and that he isn't sick or anything (We just got done with his ear infection!!!)

**Big Sigh**

Things are really ok.  I'm happy, Radar is happy... if I understood dogs I'd tell you whether Bio was happy but all he does is look at me stupidly then lick his ass. I can get through two weeks. The worst that can happen is rug stains, which I've been lucky so far, and even then my mother has a steam cleaner we can borrow.

Yes, I overcame my 'don't touch my feet' syndrome. My toes are now french-tipped. It's adorable!

Pictures forthcoming.

Age 21

• In the United States (excluding insular areas), 21 is the minimum legal age at which one can purchase and drink alcoholic beverages.
• It is also the age at which it is legal to gamble and work as a prostitute. Prostitution is illegal everywhere in the US except licensed brothels in Nevada (except in Storey County and Lyon County, where the legal age is 18).
• In most states, a person who is 21 or over may also rent a car (although there are usually extra fees until the person is 25).
• Twenty-one was the minimum age of suffrage in the majority of states until the introduction of the Twenty-sixth Amendment.
• It is also the minimum age at which one can purchase a handgun or rent/use one without supervision in most states.
• Twenty-one was the age of majority in England and Wales before that age was lowered to 18 with the enactment of the Family Law Reform Act on 1 January 1970.

I sit here with a glass of wine from the first bottle I've purchased on my very own, thinking of all the other things I could be doing with these 21 years under my belt. I think of the tips I make at Starbucks and wonder what kind of tips I would make in Nevada. I might be naive, but I had no idea prostitution was legal ANYWHERE, except maybe places where there aren't instituted, legitimate laws. The idea of gambling is about as attractive to me as the idea of prostitution. At least as a prostitute, you know you will go home with money in your pocket/g-string. Gambling, though, could send you home with empty pockets, having shot someone with the gun you're now allowed to use without supervision.

So I think I'll stick to sipping a half-glass of wine, tonight (Bolla Chianti 2005). I'm excited to say I can actually identify the flavors listed on the bottle! Coffee tastings (I learned at Sbux) are modeled after wine tastings; its fun to know how to locate which flavors on which area of your tongue. Makes a gurl like me from Bonney Lake Warshington feel right cultured.