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So we found Pinina. She ended up being gone for a total of 12 days. She crossed Indian Head Highway and found our neighborhood. Bitch is beast. I'm happy. She's safe and back to the usual.

For example:

SLEEP

In other words, i'm back from VA. Beach. I think you can tell how it went:

SLEEP pt2

SCUBA DIVING w/MAC (lol at my right eye)

And now I'm back at home...

...TAN AS SHIT...

sadtown.

sorry i never finished the house sitting adventures. everything went fine on that front, if your wondering...

anyway. the real reason why i'm here writing is simply to get my emotions off my chest. so here goes:

losing one of my dogs is defiantly on my top 5 worst fears. and yet, here i am confronted with that very fear now. them dying, i used to think could be in that same category, but now that i am pretty much living my nightmare, i can say with every fiber of certainty that it is not the same. if one of them is dead, i know he/she is just that-dead, not out there roaming around lost somewhere and afraid. but she's lost. since this time yesterday around my brother's school. it's kinda like a movie the way my mom explained it. she was scared of the noise from the marching band and hopped in the back of the car and my mom put the window up a little. she got distracted for a minute and when she looked back, the window was halfway down and pinina (my dog) was gone. she searched for two hours, and NO ONE saw ANYTHING. it's like she just disappeared into thin air. my little baby is still no where to be found. we live too far from the school for her to wander her way back. and i simply can't stand the sad sad look balto (my other dog) gives me whenever we walk in the door with no pinina. he sits in front of the door sometimes, just looking out the window. he's just mopey in general. i don't blame him. we're all pretty tense in the house. some of us snapping randomly at each other. we don't mean too, and we're never like this. it's awful. but i can only be optimistic. right??? well off to search now. hope i come bearing good news next time i write.

House Sitting Adventures, Days 3 and 4

Putting them into one post cause I forgot to write one for day 3. And honestly I can't quite remember what happen that day. I went to work for the first time from here. It was easy, not like I expected. I just don't like going somewhere if I've never seen how to get there. And granted, it's not always like that, I just don't like to miss things or be late. But I was on time, getting to work at 9:30am. I've been falling asleep relatively early, making it easier to wake up in the mornings. At work I bought an 8$ lunch I regret. I made dinner too. Chicken. Not my usual with lemon, oil, and oregano marinade, instead I added dijon mustard and Italian dressing, for lack of lemons. It was delicious. Paired with mac and cheese. From the box, not from scratch. I reserve the "from scratch" recipe for special occasions. But it was good nonetheless. I sprinkled bread crumbs and fresh parm cheese on it and stuck that baby in the oven. S.C. didn't help, but frankly, it was nice to be the one to cook for her for once. She got to sit back and watch me cook.
Day 4 started off bad. I woke up and there it was staring me in the face. Mocking me. Decided not to go to work and fell back asleep. Woke up with pains. And then fell back asleep. Woke up again to Dad calling, and then hung up intending to call my mom but the pain was so bad I wanted to vomit. And then I did. Twice. The first was bad, cause there was nothing in my tummy. The second I had taken medicine and two gulps of tea, intending to finish it, but as soon as S.C. poured her coffee I was outta there and ran to the bathroom. It tasted like my tea, which I promptly poured down the sink. Layed in bed for about two hours while S.C. made some calls. I pathetically (I'm not exaggerating, I probably looked pathetic as shit) nibbled on a handful of Cheerio's. Got up, went to Herndon, and met up with a pregnant girl. It wasn't all that worth it, but I felt good knowing I made this girls life that much easier. S agrees with me. Got Wendy's on the way to her bro's casa. Never felt bettah baby. S dropped me off, ate dinner and left. First night alone, was kinda creepy. I was running up and down the stairs and had a light on on every floor. Hah, lamezorz -_-
Sorry about the lack of pics. I may go back and add them later. But as of now, no laptop on my part, so I can't really put pics on this lady's comp.

House Sitting Adventures, Day 2

Woke up to the beautiful light from the sky light right over the bed. Lovely. S.C. made eggs with tomato and onions, got a little home sick due to that. But it was delicious. The cat hissed at me and A.K. He insisted on "kicking it good-bye", I refused. Lounged around for a bit after that, reading cook books and getting ideas for future dinners. Got ready, and went out to buy groceries. First, a quick detour to Herndon for business. Back on the road towards home, and consulted NUVI for directions, but she steered us wrong and we ended up lost several times. Then S.C. couldn't figure out where NUVI was taking her. Finally found the Safeway and got what we needed. With some extra stuff for dinner. Dinner, I'm always happy to say, was delicous.
The menu was as follows:
Beef marinated in veg. broth, apple cider, and garlic (with sprinkles of saphron)
Spinach and white cheddar soup
Grilled onions and vegtables
Corn on the cob
Salad
Baked apples

Damn it was all so delicious. M.A. came over with a guest. Watched True Blood. It was great, duh. Great ending, btw. Finished cleaning up, took out the trash, and retired early to bed.

House Sitting Adventures, Day 1

It went well. It was kind of akward at first, but then I just settled in their den and watched "My Sister's Keeper". It was a good movie. Super sad, and I cried, duh, but only after they left. S.C., A.K., and M.A. came over. Had dinner (pizza) and hung out. Blessed the house. Made a delicious late night dinner of rice with a black bean and tomato sauce with onions and red peppers. And a desert of Oreo JELLO Pudding. It was kinda weird, but still good. All of which we ate to the tune of Sofia Coppola's "Marie Antoinette". Didn't finish the movie, got too late. Did the rounds, locked up the house and went to bed. Best sleep.

Edit: Fotos chicos! :)

coming soon. mas soon que coming.

I just got a new temporary side job. House sitting for a couple my dad's been working for for a long time. Their other house sitter fell through cause her mom didn't let her. She's 25. (Lolololol) Whereas my mother asked me how much they were paying me and when I was leaving. Always supportive of me working. Hah.
So anyway, I'm going to try and make it a regular thing to update zee blog with my everyday happenings and adventures. I'll try super super hard.
I'm pumped. Even though it's not for too long, it'll be an experience. I'll be having the company of my lovely roomie from this past year. So it's sure to be a good time. Also, maybe even some photos? Maybe.
C ju later.

She says she hates his conformity of getting into habits.
Ordering the same thing, going to the same places, wearing the same clothes when they go out.
But I think it's because he grew up in a hectic time. Was the army going to catch him and take him away today? Will it be the guerilla tomorrow?
Habits offer a sense of comfort. You know what's coming up, and you know what it will be like. No surprises. Maybe I'm just wrong. Over analyzing his upbringing.
Whatever it maybe, I find it endearing.