Heart it races alone.

I'm on etsy, y'all.

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 04:43:50 GMT

http://amychasingwaterfalls.etsy.com

Olive peeking at me.

Tasha. She is recovering from a corneal ulceration.

Bellaaaa.

Newman litter-boxing.

This is as close as you can safely come to it before turning to stone. Don't look it in the eye.

The word you're looking for is "D'aw."

Tasha modeling for me.

Sophie is the queen of poop.

Laika modeling a small hammock.

And again.

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 23:36:26 GMT

Year after year, this season isn't getting any easier.

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 02:32:56 GMT

I have a UTI, mild bronchitis, the flu and/or "something viral".
So far, nothing's stayed down since yesterday morning. Excluding the last meal I ate [at 7ish] of carrot soup, one saltine and four tiny bites of a lean pocket.
Good grief.

ETA: the vomiting is likely a side-effect of the antibiotics I'm on for the UTI, since it's only happened since I've been on the medication. [In other words, probably not swine.]

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:08:36 GMT

So, I'm on Sudafed and Claritin. For the illness. My mom's friend said that if I start vomiting it could be swine. I've been nauseous the past few days.
My achilles tendon on my bad ankle has been hurting for a week or so now. It's sore and it's very tense. And very difficult to canvass on. I can't get an appointment with my orthopedist til the 16th of October.

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 17:03:31 GMT

rrrrrriing! rrrrrrring! rrrrring! rrrrrri--
Hello?
Hey, I need to schedule an appointment.
Okay.. name please?
Amy Chase; c-h-a-s-e.
Are you a patient here?
Should be, yeah.
Okay.. let me pull up your file.
...
I can't find a file for you, have you been seen here before?
Don't think so.
Okay, well, you need to have been seen here in order to get an appointment.
I'm sorry, what?
You need to have been seen prior to get an appointment here.
..I need to have had an appointment in order to get an appointment? What? How..?
You're gonna need to go to the Emergency Room if you want to be seen today.
...

It's not an emergency and I can't afford that. But really, thanks for all your help. You've made a lot of sense. Bye.

She meant that I needed to have had a physical/check-up prior. Which makes slightly more sense.
This lady I used to babysit for is a nurse. She agreed to see me on her lunch break today.

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 21:46:09 GMT

I got Tasha spayed. She is tired and woozy.
I have a cold. It sucks. I'm glad it's Labor Day weekend and I don't have to work til Tuesday.
It looks like I'm moving to a house on Judson. Meeting with the guy on Monday.

Ladies and Gentlemen..

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 15:37:40 GMT

I would like to be the first to welcome you all to the OMGNATASHAHADHERBABIES post.

NATASHA HAD HER BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She gave birth this morning to three beautiful, tiny, healthy babies. One is caramel and black, I named him/her Laika. Two are tan, black and white. I haven't named them. One of the 'twins' has floppy ears and a crest. Name suggestions are greatly appreciated.

Tasha is still favoring her back right foot. Both of her back feet were caked in blood so I gave her a pedicure when I got here today. Neither of her feet have any open wounds and they don't look sore or inflamed. Her nails were kind of long so I cut them down, hoping that'll help.
Olive and Sophie are being excellent den mothers. :)

Everything is well. Everyone is healthy.

X-posted to guinea_pigs
Pigtures available here: http://community.livejournal.com/guinea_pigs/2959737.html
and here: http://community.livejournal.com/guinea_pigs/2962144.html

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 22:33:39 GMT

Well, I am happy to report that Sophie and Olive are recovering wonderfully. Olive's babies didn't make it, though. Their lungs weren't very well-developed. They would have had tough lives.
Natasha is still heavy with young. She's sitting in my lap now.. licking my arm. She has been favoring her back right foot. But I think it's just sore from all the waddling she's done and the fact that she weighs twice what she should.

I need to sleep more.

X-posted to guinea_pigs

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 20:22:19 GMT

The girls made it through okay. They're just waking up now.
Livvy was pretty close to term, her babies were furred and are currently fighting for survival. There are three of them. She also had a very large ovarian cyst and would've had to have been spayed later in life anyways, so I'm glad that got resolved. Sophie is doing fine, her babies were young and underdeveloped.. they didn't make it.
I'm so glad they're both alright.

X-posted to guinea_pigs

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 23:51:11 GMT

My guinea pigs are pregnant. Maybel is a boy.

Ffffffffffffffffffffffffuck.

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:06:52 GMT

I'm home!

My baby pigs got fat and my rabbits tackled me.

I can't wait to see all the Texas Campaign folks at conference in August.

http://www.texasenvironment.org
http://www.citizenscampaign.org

</plug>

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 06:23:43 GMT

I'll be in Dallas, Texas for the next three weeks.

Please take care of Syracuse for me.

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 16:52:40 GMT

I have been having the most insane life ever.

The short of it:

I still work at CCE, moving up in the ranks from a Trainer to a Field Manager In Training, meaning that I have been taking out crews, training new kids to do the job as well as taking observers out. I am leaving Syracuse on the 27th for three weeks to go on a cross-train. I'm not sure what office I'm relocating to yet.
I live with my boss, Scott, who's a pretty okay guy. But much of the senior staff [mostly Jean, but also JD and Jim] has turned against me. Jean would prefer to see me fired. She's been lying to Scott about me.
I love my job. I fought damn hard to acquire and keep it and I will continue to. No one's going to take it away from me.
I'm getting a new daughter today who I'm excited for. And my son, Zac, is waiting for me at the office. So I have to run.
There's more to come.

I'm not accessible via email/fbook/lj/AIM anymore. You will need to call or text.

Tue, 26 May 2009 18:39:07 GMT

Our perfect shadows lie behind us.
And this is the day I'll make you mine.

Fuck.

Over a Dozen Baby Pigs Need Homes in Upstate NY!

Mon, 04 May 2009 14:10:57 GMT

The result of several accidental litters, over a dozen baby pigs are in need of homes in Syracuse, NY. They have been properly sexed and will be seperated at 3 weeks of age. I adopted two girls myself and they are absolute loves. Please adopt one or a few today. A small rehoming fee may apply. Transportation is not an issue if you live in a different part of NY; I work with the CNY House Rabbit Society and the Bunderground Railroad.
Reply here, or email me at skyXwards@yahoo.com

****These are not my pigs, I am helping out a friend.****

x-posted to guinea_pigs, adopt_a_pet and my personal journal, thhiiiefff

Sat, 25 Apr 2009 18:50:57 GMT

In the very new future, you will likely see my hammocks/snuggle bags, etc on the CavySpirit online store. I have to get some labeling/other stuff together, get Enid spiffed up [she needs a new cord] and Theresa [who runs CavySpirit] still has some things to sort out. But it's in motion!
I may also be selling stuff in Amber's mother's store in downtown Syracuse. I haven't heard anything about it since February when they hit a bunch of red tape, but Amber should be getting back to me with news soon.
Also. There may be a rat rescue opening in Syracuse. Excited? I am.

That's really all I have to say. How're things with you guys?

Either I'm pregnant or I'm more depressed than once thought.

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 02:11:23 GMT

Seeing as the former isn't really a possibility..
I always forget how good I look with a ponytail. Oddly it doesn't give me pigface.

My mood has changed like nothing lately. One minute I'm happy and laughing, the next I'm practically in tears. I really don't understand where this is coming from.
I'm happy with my job. And my current living situation. And yet, school is stressing me out WAY more than normal. Like, almost as bad as my later years of high school. Even though it's only part-time. Even though I only have a month left and then I'm free forever. Even though nothing else in my life totally sucks.

I don't listen to music as much as I used to. I don't bring my zune with me too often. I think that's probably the main, if not only, reason that I'm having these issues. As silly as it may sound. I was a little worried that wearing headphones and reading constantly closed me off too much to the outside world, plus I only have so much music on my zune.

Moving out of my mom's house has done wonders for my relationship with her. As for my depression/anxiety, I thought it was doing great things for that too but maybe not.

I'm some kind of ill. I've been having weird pain in my left ear. As well as jabby abdominal pains. And headaches. I feel feverish and tired often.
Maybe I'm just malnourished.

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 21:23:41 GMT

"Now the pig understood why the sheep called all dogs 'wolves,' and he was filled with a deep and terrible rage."

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 16:45:34 GMT

I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. Maybe? Not really sure.. It's odd. I woke up pretty upset but I couldn't quite figure out why. I had a pretty crummy night last night at work. Oh well, though, they can't all be good ones.
That was weird.

Moving on.
I won't be on the internets [aim/the facebook/lj] much anymore. If you want to get in touch with me, you will need to call or text me. I'm a little busy these days, with Easter drawing ever closer and my new job [plus the new greenpeace campaign against pirate/unsustainable fishing] I've been much more of an activist than I have been in recent years. However, I have a really though time ignoring my phone so I will get back to you as soon as I can.
I'm gonna go clean and get ready to table now.
Tonight I'm at PetCo with a bunny and a donation jar.

Also, Pupu is my snugglebuddy. In addition to being a drunk.

[ http://saturdaynight.livejournal.com/328314.html ]

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:00:49 GMT

I have a job.
I just landed one this week with CCE [Citizen's Campaign for the Environment]. I go door-to-door canvassing [right now we're trying to protect the EPF- Environmental Protection Fund]. It's something I believe in, feel strongly about, love doing, and never thought I'd get paid for.
Yesterday.. yesterday was an insane day. I ended up in Oswego canvassing for four hours. I wasn't able to use my phone the entire time. When I finally biked home, freezing, with almost all of the feeling lost in my extremities, I got yelled at by my mom when I told her what I'd been doing all day. I was sent away like a child and told that I could not have this job, and if I decided to disobey her, that she would worry constantly and did I want that burden?
You guys know me. I love my mother. She's one of my best friends. The only times I've EVER disobeyed her was the summer before sophomore year when I used to sneak out at night [and not to go to fields or anything; just to walk around in the peace and quiet of night, sometimes with a group of friends, sometimes with only one or two people, and only once alone. I stopped doing this when one night I went home and the porch light was on. I thought, shit, mom's up. I didn't think about the consequences for me. I started crying because I knew she was probably worried as all hell. It turns out that I'd turned on the light when I left and forgot about it. After that night I didn't go out again, because I didn't want my mom to worry herself sick.] and a couple of times this year around Christmas when she was gone; I watched Batman: The Animated Series with Alex Alexander and DanFields spent the night on New Year's.
So, my mom worrying about me is an incredible stress. However, the things she was saying last night were irrational. That people would march me off their property at gunpoint. And whatnot. The worst I got last night was a door slammed on me in mid-sentence. ["Hello. My name is Amy, I'm with Citizen's Campaign for the Environment. We're out tonight--SLAM."]
My mom calmed down a little and we talked more realistically. But we didn't really get anywhere.

Anyways, the point of this post is that I have a job, but I still don't know if I'm keeping it. I'd like to, hell, I hit the jackpot. Professional activism? I am so in.

I am going now to finish painting my room and then who knows. Something involving moving.

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 23:45:47 GMT

Just one of your basic $7 run-of-the-mill updates.

I'm moving in a couple of days. Really excited. Most of my stuff is packed.

I finally got photos of my stuff. I'll put them up on my etsy soon. I only got photos of snuggle bags and hammocks but soon to come is more stuff. Fabric tunnels, cuddle cups maybe, condom pet beds, etc.

I am sick. I don't know what with, but it's been almost a week. It's made me rather miserable.

The Juice is still here. I haven't been able to find his home. Jessica thinks he's a cat who ran away from the 560 collective as a kitten. I told her today that if she wants him, he's all hers.

I'm adopting two baby guinea pigs. Jack, a 10-year-old boy who I babysit [his brother is 3] has two females and a male guinea pig [who lives separate from the ladies, but in the same room]. They had an accidental litter on Monday. Five pups. Three girls and two boys. Jack's neighbor is taking one girl as a friend for her girl pig, their cousin is taking one boy as a friend for her boy pig, and Rupert [Jack's pig] is getting the other male. I melted like butter on a baked potato on Tuesday when I held those tiny things in my hand. Omg. They're way too cute. Couldn't help myself.

A lady from the CNY SPCA called me yesterday about volunteering there. I was in class at the time. I returned her call when I got home but got her voicemail. She hasn't called me back yet.

I still don't have a job.

I probably have more to report on but I am delirious.

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 04:41:17 GMT

It's official. All three of my bunnies have gone through the "Fuck you, I'm not eating," phase.

Thanks, Bella.

ETA: I gave her 20 CCs of Critical Care last night, it set her straight. She's stressed about the cat.

The Juice.

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:46:08 GMT

Once again, I have taken in a homeless animal. This time, though, to change things up, it's a cat. A young male orange tabby whom I've christened "The Juice," as in OJ Simpson, as in OJ, as in orange juice, as in orange, as in the color of this cat.
Yesterday I was preparing to turn my compost piles, since they have mostly thawed. I went out to the garage and opened the door. I saw something orange zip by in my pariff. It was The Juice. I scuttled behind my garage to find him staring at me. He had a collar that was beat-up and very tight. I held my hand out at his eye level, not expecting him to come, and said "Hey you, come over here." He came without hesitation. I checked his collar, no ID. I checked his claws, teeth, ears and skin. He's in great shape for a homeless cat. He's not neutered. I wondered if he'd follow me. I turned to go inside and walked slowly. He bounded out in front of me and went straight for the door. I let him in the back hall, praying that he wouldn't spray.
I asked around my block [I was going to do more of the neighborhood but time was not on my side and neither was the weather] and the girls down the street said he's been living under their porch for a while now, but was very skittish. This, along with the tightness of his collar and the fact that he still has manberries, leads me to believe that whoever's missing him may have stopped looking. I checked with the Humane Society, Wayward Paws, the CNY Cat Coalition and the CNYSPCA. No cats fitting his description are missing, according to them. I'm going to take him sometime this week, either to Nottingham Pet Clinic of the CNYSPCA to check and see if he has a microchip, though I highly doubt it.
He's litterbox trained; he's been on my porch for 24 hours and hasn't sprayed once. He's also very attention-starved/affectionate.

BONUS: Sleeping in my lap.

Also. I tabled on Friday at PetCo for the CNY HRS. It went swimmingly.

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 04:18:12 GMT

And there it is.

Uncertainty.

PS. I got an 84 on the Native North American exam.

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 06:44:13 GMT

I can't sleep. This happens just about every night.
No matter how warm my rice sack is. No matter how tight I snuggle Loopy [my stuffed wolf]. No matter how hard I try, I just can't.
My mind won't shut up. Ever.
I have to have a movie or a television show playing [it can't be music or NPR, unfortunately; it has to be something that I don't care about] in order to stop thinking about all of the real shit and let my brain melt a little. It's incredibly unhealthy.
It used to be so bad that I couldn't even be in my room. It still gets that way from time to time. When Blizzard and Benner died, it was insufferable.
Often when I finally do drift off, after hours and hours [it's not uncommon for me to watch the sunrise] of trying, I get nightmares that jerk me back awake.
That's why I sleep in whenever I can, however much I don't want to. During the day, sleeping comes easier.
I don't feel so alone.
This has to stop. It's driving me insane.