silly dragon

I pushed Boo to her limits today. I've been showering her with love and cooing at her (she hates it when I coo and gives me the nastiest look). I couldn't help it since I left her alone all weekend. I was out all day riding on Saturday, out all day yesterday hiking and out last night for dinner. She's torn her terrarium all to hell both days in protest. So, this morning, I pulled her out of her terrarium the minute she began begging. She ate all of two worms and refused anymore by turning her head sideways and looking to the ceiling. I even tried rubbing a greasy worm on the end of her snout to which she stepped backwards and pulled her head into her shoulders. I then offered her a cherry. She licked it twice and (literally) shook her head and wiped her bearded snout on my carpet in disgust (oh, I wish I'd caught that on camera). I laughed so hard, I almost choked on a cherry pit. Silly dragon.

I (with her by my side) spent all morning writing an article, job searching, dealing with cars and such (for my trip home) and talking to a recruiter who (frickin' again) offered to submit me for another job on the west side making an ungodly amount of money working for "not a screamer but a very demanding executive." The candidate who was offered the position (before I was considered) turned it down. Hmmmm? Let's think about this, shall we? Anyway, the point was moot since I'll be out of town this week and, oh guess what?, they MUST fill the position ASAP, as in six months ago. Sigh.

Boo got to listen to all of my grumbling and talking to myself (of course I talk to myself, don't you?). She just stared at me from her new favorite spot on the couch (beside me, but up on the ledge so as to easily be able to jump and run from me). I got cabin fever a few minutes ago and took her outside.



She was fine with that as long as she is on me or at face level. But the minute I put her down on the pavement and step so much as a foot away, she puffs up like "Puff the Magic Dragon" (I so should have named her Puff).



I don't get it, but who am I to try and understand a six ounce lizard? Maybe she thinks something is going to eat her? I keep telling her that I'd protect her with all my might should anything or anyone come anywhere near her, but she obviously isn't convinced. Now, she's curled up in her terrarium, clutching her food bowl with her chin on it, asleep. Too much excitement, I guess. She's really going to be miserable when I drop her off at Scales 'N' Tails tomorrow afternoon. A whole week with me gone and back in the store that sold her to me will be like a year to her, and I'm gearing up for my return to a stressed out, traumatized beardie. Poor little Boo.

I am very excited about going home to Fried Chicken Land, though! I talked to Dad today about the rental car. He's getting me one for pick up in Nashville when I arrive and it's going to cost him. I feel bad. This is the part of being unemployed that I despise. I don't mind not working, but I don't care so much for not getting paid! Well, I'll someday pay him back (not that he's asking me to or complaining about it).

I know he's happy I'm coming home for Grammy's 90th birthday. I can't even believe it. She's still so pretty and wears ruby red lipstick, even though she doesn't even need it. My grandmother has the prettiest lips I've ever seen on a woman. I, unfortunately, did not inherit them. My sister did, though, and I envied her all through my teens. I always wanted her puffy, pouty ruby lips (Julia doesn't need lipstick either, cause her lips are naturally ruby stained) and not the little, heart-shaped, pinched pink lips I got. Damnit!

Oh, and I finally replaced my LIVESTRONG cup. Yippee! I loved the one I bought last year but forgot to take with me the day I was laid off (and in shock). Some ex coworker (who KNOWS it's mine) kept it. Remember all the things I got packed up in boxes that didn't belong to me about a week after I was laid off? Yeah, well, the one thing that DID belong to me and that I wanted back, was my cup. I hope the ex coworker who has it only tastes crappy coffee every time he/she drinks out of it each day (no, I don't know exactly who has it, but everyone in that building knew I was a supporter of both Livestrong and cycling, and that the cup is obviously mine!) Doesn't really matter since this cup is even better and will always be half full!