Sunday, October 16, 2011

RIP: Sir Einstein

It was so sudden. Yesterday, I (this is being posted really late, so pretend that it is really 10/15/2011 okay?) noticed that he was not eating.

A few days ago, I had to separate Poe and him to different cages. Poe is really ill right now, so I thought it would be best to separate them. Poe is not contagious so that is not what killed Einstein.

So, I noticed yesterday (10/14/2011) that Einstein had not touched his food or water or fresh stuff. I didn't think anything of it, because they had just been separated. I thought he was just depressed and lonely but over time he would be able to get past it.

Sadly, he was ill. I don't know with what, seeing as how sudden this was. My Mom and I are bird sitting for my Aunt, so I brought Einstein downstairs with us. He could not hold his head up, he refused to eat anything and started to mess himself. Thankfully, he did not pass alone. My Mom was holding him and I was petting him.

This has shocked me to no end. I felt that Poe would pass in the next few weeks, but I was wrong. Poe is doing good (even with the illness) and Einstein has passed.

Rest In Peace my lovely piggie. I am sorry for the abuse you had to have before coming to me. I'm sorry for what your first owners did to you, I am happy that you were able to die with someone who loves you. With all the hay and food and treats you can eat. I love you, I always will and you will always be in my heart.

It has also been just Five months now for Sugar. :'(

Sunday, September 18, 2011


Posting this from my phone in bed. Forgive how short it is.

I had another surgery on Monday, September 12th at 7:30 AM. Dopey has been strick about sleeping at the end of my bed from the moment I came home.

Doesn't he look adorable?!


Sunday, September 11, 2011


"Today, as we mark the tenth anniversar­y of the September 11th 2001 attacks on New York and Washington DC, let us remember all the innocent lives lost and ponder the continuing impact of that tragic day. September 11th reminds us of the horror we human beings can unleash on ourselves when we allow our human intelligen­ce and powerful technology to be overtaken by hatred.

We need to learn from our painful memories of September 11th and become more aware of the destructiv­e consequenc­es that arise when we give in to feelings of hatred. This tragedy in particular has reinforced my belief that fostering a spirit of peaceful co-existen­ce and mutual understand­ing among the world’s peoples and faith traditions is an urgent matter of importance to us all. We must therefore make every effort to ensure that our various faith traditions contribute to build a more caring, peaceful world."

The Dalai Lama
September 9, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011


I think I will skip the schooling and the crap that goes with it. I am going to start writing a book, I have the first chapter started now. I just have one problem, I want to publish in another name where NO ONE IN THE WORLD would know that I wrote it. See, my book will be about truth, but with a twist of fake. I know what I want to write will cause more drama, stress and really piss people off. I want to write this FOR ME, not them. I know if I can get "big" and make a lot of money, to where I can move out and live on my own and never have to depend on my "family" again, then I will tell them. I just am afraid of what people will think of my book. I shouldn't care, but I'm scared people will think I'm crazy for the way my imagination runs.

It's not a normal thing, where there is a lover, or a murder or drugs or hell even vampires (well, vampires but not real ones... it's hard to explain.) It's about my real life and what I imagine to escape from it. The characters I have made up in my head feel like they can come to life in my writing. Once it is done, I don't know if I will ever do anything with it. Well, that is if I can even finish it. I still don't know if being a book writer is what I want to do in my life, but if it works out then it will pay the bills you know? I also (saying if I do get published and can make a ton of money) want to donate part of my profits to those in need. I know I will give a part of every book I can publish to animals in need, but right now I really want to help Africa out. They need money and food and medication. They are suffering and kids and babies are dying every second just about. Barely anyone is helping, and those who do get robbed before they items reach where they belong.

Anyway, I need to get back to writing my little book.

Saturday, August 6, 2011


fight ever.

I just had to play "referee" along with my Mom in the worst fight ever. Today was not a good day from the start, but is sure as hell just got worse.

I have NEVER seen my Grandfather, in my 21 years of life, cry because of someone. My Grandmother has just crossed the line of sane to insane. The woman needs to be put in a home for people who have had strokes. She has gone TO FAR!!

After almost seven years (more then that, their entire marriage) of waiting on her hand and foot, my Grandfather forgets one day to empty the potty chair for my Grandmother. (Even though he did, I saw him do it.) She started screaming at him because of it. I stayed out of it until I heard her calling my Mother. She said "GAYLE! GAYLE! I want her in here NOW! She will set your ass straight Roddy!" Even though my Grandmother is the one at fault here.

She then got into his face and scream at him to get out, he is wrong and needs to get out of her house. His name is on the house, his money paid for it. Therefore: his house, not hers. ANYWAY: I called my Mom upstairs when he was starting to shake, turn red and scream in her face. I thought I would be calling 911 to take him to the ER for another heart attack (all of them were brought on by my Grandmother, mind you.)

I really don't know what to do. It really is just a load of bullshit. The more this happens, the worse it gets. My Aunt and Grandmother need to go into a home. Somewhere that is able to take care of them and knows how to deal with them.

I can't anymore. I am 21 years old and should not have to break up a fight between my drunk Grandfather and crazy Grandmother. I should be worrying about college, a job or dating. The normal stuff the average 21 year old has to deal with is nothing I have ever experienced in my life.

Till next time