Because I never sleep alone.

I am sorry to report that there were very little to no stories about my day yesterday.

The carnival was rained out.
I am going to try and go tonight before Harold's birthday party.

All my friends are excited about the carnival because of the "Carnival food" but I grew up at the shore. The thought of funnel cake makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit. I am from the home of the fried Oreo...
I am kind of excited about about eating a waffel ice cream sandwich... Mostly for the memories of eating the sandwich.

I do want to win a fish! I won a fish at the boardwalk one time and it stayed alive all summer in a salad bowl. I fed it hard pretzels. I think my mom one day just flushed it down the toliet because she was tired of seeing it on the kitchen counter. I don't remember what I named it.

I have been through so many pets in my life time. Nothing like being a neglected kid, because to make up for anything bad you get a pet.
Let's think...
There was:
- Super Trooper, He was my canary. Well mostly my brothers. There are pictures of him sitting on my shoulder when I was a baby, and he would whistle when you whistled. He lived to be really old and when he died they told me he flew away.
-My golden retriever. I named him after the boy in honey I shrunk the kids because I thought at the time he was the greatest boy alive. I can't even remember his name now. Then one day someone came to pick up his "missing dog" and then all of a sudden we moved... I thought there was something fishy about that. Especially since the person that came to claim him just happened to know the name I gave him...
-For a short while I had a rabbit. We named him freddy because he would claw up my mom really bad. I got him on easter, but that was the year we had easter two weeks late because we couldn't find my mom... I was a kid so I only know that from being told as an adult. Anyway the rabbit had floppy ears. He never scratched me, but would scratch the hell out of my mom... One day when I came home from school I found out that "he ran away" too. Except we lived on the third floor on an apartment building pretty much in someones attic... How was he so clever?
-Then there was another dog, he was a scotish something or other. He was really old and did not like kids. He did love to chase and eat tennis balls. He got "lost in a move"
-We had a dog Rocco. By far the best of the pets! Half boxer, half pitbull. He was so smart, and liked wearing a seat belt in the car. He was really smart and had green eyes. He also had a rain coat, because he was afraid of the rain and if you didn't put the rain coat on he wouldn't go outside, and would poop in the house. We had to get rid of him because we moved to a small apartment in Somers Point... They didn't allow pets, but the stupidest part about that was we ended up getting another dog that I named something stupid that chewed EVERYTHING! This dog had such a problem that it would chew the walls. One time we came home from shopping, the dog tore apart the carpet and the padding under the carpet. He was biting the floor boards, it was upsetting.
-We also had a cat for a while that I got by saving him from a car. He was in the middle of the road and I ran out because a big truck was about to smash his little kitty face. He was all black and chased beetles, so I names him beetle. My mom one christmas made him a stocking and since she only graduated up to the 8th grade, wrote beadel on the stocking, it would have been cute if my mom was not 36 at the time.
-Then there was Muffy. Now that was a good dog. I had him for a while because he lived at with my godmom. He was a toy poodle who loved to chase slippers. He would cry if you hugged people and not him because he was jealous. I would paint his nails when I was a kid. (I would never paint my own, because of an incident when I was a kid involving fake nails and pizza hut, I did however paint my nails once before going over to Paul's because I bruised my finger nails soooo bad that it looked really gross, but I painted them and it looked horrible, and that was now five months ago)Muffy lost an eye to my godmom's girlfriend's dog. Her dog was named Maggie, it was a good dog, until she got brain cancer and wait ape shit on muffy.
Both dogs are dead now... they will be missed.
-I can't forget my dog The Dude.. I did not name him, AT ALL. I wanted his name to be elvis or something like that. He was a really cute dog, but we lived in a house with five people, and there was no order for the dog to be properly trained. He did wear a tux to our halloween party, and pretty fun. My roomates got rid of him when I went to the shore. I wish I still had him sometimes, but I really don't have time for a dog.
- I had a kangaroo rat for a little bit, I think his name was squeaker, I wasn't attached to him, and I forget when happen to him.
- I had lizards, they were kind of cool. They changed colors, OH and I had a pretty bad ass iguana! That iguana was friends with the cat and I swear to god they would take naps together. The iguana got so big that the cat could sit on it and they would move around the house. Eventaully he got too big and would crack the glass of out of his cage anytime he wanted out. We gave him to the Ocean city aquarium, which a year later burnt down. RIP iggy.
-I went through about four more birds, but I would always feel bad as a kid that they had to stay in the apartment and would let them fly out the window. My mom thought it was an accident everytime so she kept buying me new birds... Finally after the forth one I wasn't allowed to have birds anymore. I had one more bird at my godmom's house too, that got out of its cage while My godmom, me, and my friend Kristin were at the "Good Ole' days" festival. My dog muffy chased him down and bit out all his feathers. You would not believe how many feathers a little bird like that has. We would have thought that he just hit the ceiling fan it the dog didn't come out of my moms bedroom with a feather in his mouth.
- Finally my last two pets and one I still have, Benny and The boo.
Benny I got off of the internet. He was a really great cat and still is. He lives with Abi now. We decided to switch cats, because though I love Benny, Benny really loved Abi more. When I got Benny I was still dating Pat, and I had red hair. As soon as I saw him I hugged him a million times. Pat looked at me and said that I reminded him of Elmyra from Tiny Toons "I am going to hug him, and squeeze him, and never let him go". With my pet track record he might have been right.
The boo was purchased at the Cat Vet on south street. Abi got him one day when he was high and walking down south street.

The boo is still alive and well. Benny is alive... kind of well.

ok this post is entirely too long.
more about my pets some other time...

I think i got carried away being bored at work.