8/20/03

*sigh*

I’m at work this morning but I’m not all that happy about it. I’m in pain. My foot still and now I have a hole in my hand from Sophie’s tooth. It’s in the palm of my hand right where it rests when I’m typing, so typing hurts.

I’m starting to wonder how long it’s going to take this thing in my foot to work it’s way out. I really don’t want to have to go to the doctor. Mainly because I’m afraid they’ll dig, poke and prod without numbing it and it hurts like hell already. I’m going to give it a week. If it gets infected or isn’t better by Monday I’ll call my doctor.

The phone rang around 8pm last night. I was sitting on the bed doing cross-stitch and hubby was working a jigsaw puzzle. We were watching TV. I was surprised when it was for me. I didn’t answer it though, I just, can’t…I don’t do phone’s. It was that friend of mine from high school. She’s in the Air Force down in Texas now. It’s not that I didn’t want to talk to her, I just didn’t want to talk on the phone. I feel bad though, this is the second time she’s called and I’ve said “don’t answer it”. I’ve never liked phone’s, they make me nervous. Even as a kid I’d say “tell them I’m not here”. I don’t like talking on the phone, even to my best friends. I’d rather talk in person or online. Thing is, I don’t want to offend my friend. I gave her my number because it’s the “normal” thing to do, we traded numbers, addresses and e-mail addresses. To be honest I had hoped since it was long distance that she wouldn’t call. That she would just e-mail me and we could catch up that way. I’m probably going to have to tell her eventually, it’s hard though, how do you say “It’s not you, it’s me, please don’t call” without sounding like you’re lying. I mean, c’mon, how believable is being uncomfortable talking to an old friend on the phone? Well, I dunno, but I won’t even talk to my own parents on the phone.

When I was 15 my mom bought me what she thought was the coolest gift ever. Something she never had as a kid, but always wanted. She got me my own phone line. *sigh* I acted happy and stuff but I rarely used it. I don’t know where she got the idea that I wanted my own phone line, I certainly didn’t say I wanted it. I liked knowing that one of my moms friends would likely call and interrupt the conversation I was having.

And strangely enough, part of my job is technical support. *laughs*

I had to call Capital One about my credit card the other day. It took me like a week to gather up the balls to call. Y’see, I got a card from them a little over a week ago and my name was spelled “Brand” instead of “Brandi” on the card. I called them on Monday and got that straightened out. The girl on the phone was nice. I told her my name was spelled wrong on my card and she said she had to check the computer and then she started laughing. The laughing kind of caught me off guard but then she said “Okay, so should there be an I or a Y at the end of that?” I told her an I and she said my new card would arrive in 7-14 days so I thanked her and that was that.

I had one other card that had my name spelled wrong once, a Fashion Bug store card. They spelled my last name Wiles instead of Niles. I used it like that for awhile and no one seemed to care. I finally called and had them change it, they said that I’d have a new card in 7-14 days and sure enough, I did, but they hadn’t fixed the spelling error on the card, only on the statement. I gave up at that point and just used the card with my name spelled wrong. They later upgraded my account and I got another new card, this time my name was spelled right.

People suck at spelling my name. Our mortgage application was a pain in the ass. First they had my middle name listed as my first name. Then when they corrected that they managed to spell my first name with a Y instead of an I. Ugh, retards. It’s not like I have a weird name or anything. At the closing I had to correct my name and initial the change on every single fucking document. They said they’d get it changed but they haven’t, when the payment coupons arrived, my name was still spelled wrong.

As a little kid I used to get pissed off because people would try to make fun of me because I was named after Alcohol. I used to shake my head and say “no I wasn’t because the Alcohol is spelled with a Y and my name is spelled with an I”. Then I’d walk off like I was cool shit. My mom said though, that was why she chose the I instead of the Y, because she didn’t like the idea of her daughter being named after alcohol. I was actually named after the song “Brandy” by Looking Glass. My dad chose my middle name. My mom said I was lucky I was born a girl because my dad was dead set on naming me “Harley David” if I was a boy. My dad is a Harley Davidson fan, can you tell? He used to build and show them when I was little. There’s stories of my mom coming home to find my dad rebuilding a Harley engine on the kitchen table. *chuckles*

Sophie is due any day now. I started typing up kitten care sheets to give out when we give the kittens away. I want to make sure they receive the best possible care in their new homes. I also want to make sure everyone that takes a kitten knows that if they ever can’t keep it they can always bring it back to me. When I took Sophie in I vowed to give her the best care possible, this means anything, including her babies that I didn’t know she had. When we took her to the vet and were given the option of aborting her kittens it was then, when I said “No, we’ll keep them” that I became responsible for these lives, for the length of their lives. If, even ten years from now someone moves and can’t take their cat, or any number of things that might happen. I will take the cat back and keep it or find a new home for it.

I think right now my biggest fear is that Sophie will have her babies while we’re not home. I want to spend as much time home as possible. She’s showing signs, she’s had the personality change, she’s nesting, she’s resting a lot. She’s very close, the kittens could come at any time. Within the week they should be here, and I’m going to have my hands full. I’m guessing they’ll be 4 kittens, we’ll see though. I’ve got my birthing kit all together now. Old washclothes to clean and dry the babies if Sophie doesn’t, thread and sharp scissors in case I need to tie off and cut umbilical cords if Sophie doesn’t. A little bulb syringe in case I need to suction out little noses and mouths, and the camera. 🙂 We are set and ready, now we wait and hope she doesn’t have them while we’re at work. I hope Sophie turns out to be a good mother, I think she will, cats have great instincts.

Well, I’m running low on characters and I have work to do so I should get to it. 🙂