Incidents and accidents

I was on the phone with Larken this afternoon when I hear a crashing sound, then nothing, then an animal squealing sound. Thinking it was just a squirell telling off an intruder, I keep talking. The sound doesn;t stop though, and I can see a lot of rustling on the ground underneath a tree. I walk over, expecting to see two squirells fighting in the leaves. No, it was just one squirell, lying on it’s side, squealing in pain, poor thing. It’s legs were all working, but it just couldn’t get up, so it kept turning circles in the leaves. I ran in to get a towel (squirell bites are BAD) and put it in a box. It seemed to get a bit shocky then, and it looked ot be hurt badly, so John and I hopped in the truck and drove it over to the UGA Small Animal Teaching Hospital. They’re the only people here licensed to deal with wild animal injuries. They started laughing when I brought him in because they’d had two squirells, a possum, and a hedgehog in already today. The doc took the box with the squirell in it and told me he’d be right back. Dum de dum.. He comes back with two elbow-legnth raptor handling gloves on and says “Judging from his reaction, I think he’ll be fine.” He thinks the squirell knocked himself silly when he fell and just forgot how to use his legs for a while, but was pretty much fine by the time we got there. He said they’ll give him some water and release him later today. Yay!

I was tagged by Larken a long time ago:

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Food service
2. Movie rental service
3. Daycare service
4. Data entry service

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. Dune
2. Pocahontas
3. Little Mermaid
4. Emporer’s New Groove

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Mythbusters
2. Dirty Jobs
3. CSI
4. Police Videos

Four places you have been on vacation:
1. California
2. Ohio
3. Florida
4.

Four websites you visit daily:
1. gmail.com
2. crickie.com
3. flickr.com
4. livejournal.com

Four of your favorite foods:
1. Cheese raviolli
2. Diet Coke
3. Hersey’s Kisses
4. Gerlic bread

Four places you would rather be right now:
1. Watching hummingbirds
2. Collecting $50 million in lottery winnings
3. Doing a paid photoshoot
4. Flying

Four of your current favorite songs:
1. Clubbed to death, Rob D
2. Furious Angels, Rob D
3. Black Betty remix, Spiderbait
4. My Immortal, Evanescence

I won my second Day in the Life: right here. Tomorrow is picture-taking day, so if you’re a DITLer get those cameras ready. If you’ve been considering joining, today’s the day!

I hate gardening. I really do. But I love hummingbirds, so I go out and I dig holes in the dirt for hours on end. I started at 9:30 this morning and I’m done at 11:30. Not bad for all that I did:

Morning Glory vines: planted on trellis 1
Cypress Vine: planted on trellis 2
2 Dragon Wing begonias: moved from front to back of apt.
1 Butterfly Bush: moved from front to back
1 Purple Majesty salvia: planted in front
1 Black and Blue salvia: planted in front
2 Hot Lips salvia planted in front

Everything is out and in the ground except for my Blue Bedder salvia seedlings, which are still only about 2.5 inches tall.

DavidB (my photo-geek neighbor) has been gone for a week finalizing a few things after his mother died. Larken said she died in a fire and they’re investigating it, but that’s all I know. I had been under the impression that she’d died of old age, DavidB being about as old as MY dad. Anyway, a few things survived the fire at the house, so he went to go get them. He and his wife (Larken’s mom) came back today. She comes and knocks on the door and is like “I got something for ya!” So I follow her around to her back porch and she’s got a rosebush in a pot and a camellia in a bucket, both about 3 feet tall. She says “I’m keeping the rose, but I thought you might like the camellia. Do you think the hummingbirds would like it?” Now, usually, I dislike camellias. They’re just not that pretty, in my opinon. Plus, they attract bees like crazy. But the bush she has is georgeous. The flowers are a baby pink streaked with a darker pink, and wonderfully scented. So I reply “The hummingbird won’t, but I will!” Larken and I carry it back to my flowerbed and I dig a nice hole and plant the thing. She said “Now, the only condition is that you have to dig it up and take it with you when you move. I miagine you’d be doing that with your rose tree anyway.” So, it’s a pretty pink flowerbush. For free! I helped her plant the rosebush in return. Wednesday, I’ll be planting the salvia I got a few days ago at the hummingbird plant sale and my vigorous morning glories. Stumpy keeps eating them, so they need to go out.

The Rules:
1. You can only say YES or NO!
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!

as seen on TaryAnn

Taken a picture naked? : yes
Made out with a member of the same sex? : no
Danced in front of your mirror? : yes
Told a lie? : yes
Gotten in a car with people you just met? : yes
Been in a fist fight? : yes
Had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? : no
Been arrested? : no
Left your house without telling your parents? : yes
Ditched school to do something more fun? : yes
Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? : yes
Seen someone die? : no
Kissed a picture? : yes
Slept in until 3? : yes
Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? : yes
Played dress up? : yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? : yes
Felt an earthquake? : yes
Touched a snake? : yes
Ran a red light? : yes
Had detention? : yes
Been in a car accident? : no
Pole danced? : yes
Been lost? : yes
Sang karaoke? : yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? : yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? : yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? : yes
Kissed in the rain? : yes
Sang in the shower? : yes
Got your tongue stuck to a pole? : yes
Ever gone to school partially naked? : no
Sat on a roof top? : yes
Played chicken? : no
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? : yes
Been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? : yes
Broken a bone? : yes
Mooned/flashed someone? : yes
Forgotten someone’s name? : yes
Slept naked? : yes
Blacked out from drinking? : no
Played a prank on someone? : yes
Felt like killing someone? : no
Made a parent cry? : yes
Cried over someone? : yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day? : no
Had/Have a dog? : yes
Been in a band? : no
Drank 25 sodas in a day? : no
Shot a gun? : yes

I went to public school all of my life except for one year. Eighth grade. We moved into a huge old house we got for cheap because it was in various states of disrepair. It was on the other side of town from my old school, so we went to new ones.Mom hated the public school there, so she sent me to John XXIII Catholic school (yeah, I was a catholic schoolgirl) for a year. As per normal, I was the outcast there. I wore glasses, I wasn’t raised with them. I wore shorts under my skirt because the boys had a habit of flipping up unwary hems as the wearer walked past. Most of all, I wasn’t catholic. Despite this, I loved my time there, mostly because of just one person. Sarah Taylor. You couldn’t pick two people more different, but she and I latched onto each other like we’d been friends all of our lives. We looked different, we talked different, came from different backgrounds, and yet that one year of school was better than any before or since because of her.

Sarah and I were joined at the hip for most of the year. We even once made a vow to each other to tell each other about our first times (sex, people) before we told anyone else. We played pranks on eatch other, and even on her poor mother (who was deathly afraid of snakes). We hung out with a few other people the majority for that time too. Tara Cain was another good friend who was sort-of dating a guy named Adam. Sarah was sort-of dating a guy named Jason, and I was sort-of dating a guy named Chris Sauter. It was a big happy group. I can’t even remember when or how I met all of these people, but it was a great year. At the end of that year, my family moved to Georgia despite my tears and promises to run away. I kept in touch with Sarah and Chris for a while, but both will tell you how awful of a letter writer I am. Chris and I carried on a somewhat long distance relationship for a while, but when you’re 14, distance is a killer. I lost touch with both of them over the years. Sarah found me about 6 years ago, and again, I lost touch somehow.
I found her again thanks to (lame) classmates.com. I jumped on after a year of not being on and found her. She’s gotten married and changed her last name. She’s even had a baby! After doing a little research on her with her new last name, I found her phone number and gave her a call two days ago. I got the machine the first time I called, and attempted ot leave a message, but the machine cut me off, so i called back. Sarah: Hello? Me: “Is this Sarah Taylor?” Sarah: “I was…” Me: “This is Heather Lickliter…” Sarah: “OH MY GOD!!!!” There was much hooting and hollering on both ends of the line, and I chatted with her for about an hour. She’s married to a great guy named Steve and after 5 years of trying they just had their first child Roger about 6 months ago. Durring that chat, a bit of her younger self came through, and I realized that she’s just as weird now as she was then. Me too, for that matter. John’s as weird as me, so i wonder if Steve is (or knows) as weird as she is. She told me that Chris is married and living in Phoenix, AZ with his wife and twin daughters, and I found his phone number too. I haven’t called him, and I’m not sure I will. It might be a little too weird hearing from your eight grade pseudo-girlfriend with your family around you. I’ll have to ask Sarah what she thinks, since she’s the one who has kept up with him.

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Sad thing:
Google Phonebook results for 605 341 2370
Bill Napoli, (605) 341-2370, 6180 S Highway 79, Rapid City, SD 57702
Peggy Napoli, (605) 341-2370, 6180 S Highway 79, Rapid City, SD 57702

Go see my new Day in the Life: http://community.livejournal.com/ditl/57713.html.

You need to join: http://community.livejournal.com/ditl/profile. Now. I think I may have talked S into it.

Larken AIMed me a few hours ago, all excited about how I should come down and hang out with her, maybe do a sleepover type thing. Still gloomy, I replied that I just wasn’t feeling social tonight. I think I hurt her feelings a little, but I really was too down to hang out.

Right on time to have no ride down there, my gloom has lifted. This unsurprisingly coincides with the moments-ago purchase of some funfetti cupcake mix and icing. Damn my fickle heart.