Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Friday, November 03, 2006

insurance crap

So much for the argument that since I worked the month of October, my insurance was paid through November. I tried to get a refill and was denied coverage.

*sigh*

It might be a long time before I get my COBRA information. Tried to call the benefits office, and got voicemails.

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Taking over

Kitties are slowly making themselves at home. It'll be a week tomorrow late afternoon.

Adira's been munching on the grass stuff under the fake cactus we have in the living room. Then going into my room and puking it up. Thanks goodness for the spot carpet shampooer. The cactus was moved into the garage until we can get rid of the grass stuff.

Both got a nice bit of bird watching in the living room this afternoon. Magnum even made his bird sounds. But they only do that when it's just me around.

Magnum follows me around. He's such a momma's boy.

Adira is still cautious and flees when she knows she's being watched.

At least they stopped fighting all night long. Or I'm getting better at sleeping through it.

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More confusion

So the Phoenix guy text messaged me a couple days ago asking for dinner. I said "okay" mostly because I wanted to get out of the house for a bit.

So he gave me directions for a seafood place. For sure, an easy choice. I had a couple glasses of wine before heading out while debating politics with my parents friends.

I had a couple glasses of wine with dinner. We split an appetizer, and I had halibut, he had only an appetizer because he wasn't that hungry. I on the other hand, skipped lunch and was starving.

He talked about the first time he saw me through his dorm window. He said that there was another guy in his hallway that talked about me a lot. I don't remember him, and he never did anything about it. I finally admitted that I used to check him out from my dorm window.

I skipped desert - it was all stuff I can't have anyway. And I only had half my dinner before getting full.

So when he walked me out to my car, the kiss goodbye got elevated to lip on lip. No real passion, and no weak in the knees feeling. But it was very nice. Drove home, and the entire time was checking to make sure I wasn't followed. Is that paranoia or what?

I texted him today to thank him for dinner. He said he wants to do a road trip afternoon thing next week. That will probably mean he'll come here to pick me up.

I've been keeping him at arms lengths a bit. He asks questions about my folks and my sister. He has always offered to come here and pick me up. I have always used the "it's out of your way, and that's silly" argument. Don't think I can do that next week.

I haven't told him about the guy in San Diego. We've had plenty of other things to talk about.


So, is it better to go with "Mr. Right Here That Talks About Committment" but not really getting the sparks and electricity or go with "Electricity and Weak Knees" but not here all the time and seems to be a bit of a committment phobe?

The other thing that bugs me a bit is that Mr. San Diego loves to hold my hand. Wants to hold my hand driving, walking somewhere, everywhere and anywhere. Mr. Phoenix hasn't held my hand yet. He puts his hand along the small of my back when walking me out to my car. I don't know if Mr. Phoenix is letting things develop slowly. Maybe a road trip will change that a bit.

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Living in the desert

Gotta watch out for the wildlife.

Took my grandmother and visiting aunt to the casino. Aunt won $20, I won $80, and gram lost $20. Dropped them off and headed back to the house.

Dad was back from and errand with nephew, so the garage door was open. Parked in the garage, and went inside. Sister was about a minute behind me to collect nephew.

Dad and I both took a short nap. Didn't hear anything that woke me up, but dad got up and said he was going to the CVS. I kinda nodded half asleep. The swearing woke me up.

"What?"

"Damned javelinas were in the garage getting into the bird seed. Stunk up the place."

Yes, javelinas in general stink to high heaven. Yes, we closed the garage door. Yes, they'll probably be back. And yes, the trash bin is already secured to the garage wall.

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