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So yesterday was my 30th birthday. Holy crap lol. I was sort of bummed to work on it, but when I got into work yesterday morning my manager caught me and she and several coworkers began singing happy birthday. There were cupcakes, balloons and flowers. Then a usually kinda grumpy customer came through the drive thru. Her dog really likes me, so because of that she's not as grumpy with me. She gave me several roses. Then I got a delivery from Cactus Flowers.. it was from my future mother in law. My fiance teased me and said that I have to sign for my gift he sent me, and that he wanted to see my reaction. Goddess knows what he sent me, lol.
Couple weeks back I rescued a pigeon. I was walking up the walkway to my front door when a bunch of pigeons scattered except for one. I thought it was dead till I got close. He was on the ground, on his back, flapping frantically. When he was righted, if he tried to fly he'd wind up on his back again, wing sticking up. So I frantically went in, threw my purse down, grabbed a towel and a shoebox, and scooped him up. He was too big and active for the box, so I had to use my parrot's carrier. I put him in it, gave him a bowl of water and started searching for a rescue. I called several places and ultimately, wound up posting on Facebook, on the Micacoo rescue page where I got help. A woman, now my friend, offered to take the bird from the vet I had sent him off to. She named the bird Rowan and gives me updates. I can visit him anytime. It's doubtful he'll be able to be released, but now I find myself looking at pigeons differently. They're smart, and they deserve to be helped, too.
Sketching and having a beer, currently. I got a new internal hard drive, 2 TB. I can't wait to slap that sucker in and unleash all 4 gigs of RAM.
Couple weeks back I rescued a pigeon. I was walking up the walkway to my front door when a bunch of pigeons scattered except for one. I thought it was dead till I got close. He was on the ground, on his back, flapping frantically. When he was righted, if he tried to fly he'd wind up on his back again, wing sticking up. So I frantically went in, threw my purse down, grabbed a towel and a shoebox, and scooped him up. He was too big and active for the box, so I had to use my parrot's carrier. I put him in it, gave him a bowl of water and started searching for a rescue. I called several places and ultimately, wound up posting on Facebook, on the Micacoo rescue page where I got help. A woman, now my friend, offered to take the bird from the vet I had sent him off to. She named the bird Rowan and gives me updates. I can visit him anytime. It's doubtful he'll be able to be released, but now I find myself looking at pigeons differently. They're smart, and they deserve to be helped, too.
Sketching and having a beer, currently. I got a new internal hard drive, 2 TB. I can't wait to slap that sucker in and unleash all 4 gigs of RAM.
Guess What??
I'm having another baby! Also looking into writing some Dresden Files fic, too. Been a crazy ride lately, but so far so good. I've started drawing again, and I'm also knitting. Not much else comes to mind right now other than pregnancy insomnia sucks.
Another Birthday
So another birthday has come and gone. I feel really.. off. Last year was hard, this year is hard. It was an ok day, mostly. Lunch was horrible, though. We went to the IHOP down the road from us, and it had no AC, lady was rude as hell, no birthday anything, and they didn't participate in the rewards app despite advertising it. Our poor server was busting his ass. We made sure to leave him a good tip, poor dude. Dinner was much better, and I got my ears pierced, but still it wasn't like, awesome or anything. It's just been hard. My desire to draw and write is sporadic. Grief really sucks ass.
Shattered
On Saturday, March 12, I was hanging with a friend, when I got a text from my aunt that my dad was in the ER. Later that night I got a video call that changed my entire life. She said to get on the next flight I could. My dad was intubated, not doing well. My husband got the same message and we tried to find a flight, but couldn't so my friend drove me to Jersey. I didn't sleep at all. I got to my aunt and uncle's a little after 6:30 am on the 13th. I slept a little then my uncle drove me to the hospital. My dad was slipping away. I was in shock. We knew he had 3, maybe 5 years with the congestive heart failure but this.... blindsided me. My husband and our son caught up to me around 3:30. By 4 we were back at the hospital and my aunt was explaining things. He'd been in shock, bleeding into his belly. Organ damage. Brain damage. Not responsive. It was a blur. I made the heartwrenching decision to withdraw the medications - they were at max and not helping - his blood pressure was
Much Change
Wow, I haven't been on here in ages. I see everything has changed. I can't even upload my fan fiction anymore. It's just too complicated, whatever it is they've done. And honestly WTF is this sta.sh thing? Makes no damn sense at all.
So things that have happened since I've been on here:
Gotten married.
Become a corrections officer.
Moved.
My son became a toddler.
Resigned from being a corrections officer to move across country with my husband.
Became a stay at home mom for a while while hubs is active duty military.
So yeah.. lots of changes.
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Happy belated birthday!
As weird as it sounds, I began to feel more confident when I turned 30.
Nice about the gift of all the flowers. You'll have to share a pic with us all sometime.
As weird as it sounds, I began to feel more confident when I turned 30.
Nice about the gift of all the flowers. You'll have to share a pic with us all sometime.