H is for..

H is for "Happy Birthday Henry!", my goldfish.
H is for House- yesterday was 2 years since we moved, and therefore adopted him.
H is for Home- Mum and Dad got back from 2 weeks camping on Saturday.

It's been a stressful few weeks. I don't like being home alone at night- it kind of makes me nervous, though I don't mind the peace, quiet, and freedom from other people's mess during the day! I don't do well with the lack of sleep so I've been a little extra cranky.
As life would have it, during this time I was dealing with the fact that Missy, my cockatiel, was diagnosed with cystic ovaries and she may also have a liver problem. So far we're handling it non surgically and she seems to be happy and improving. Valentine, my budgie had to have a course of antibiotics, and we thought Peter the rabbit was having problems with his teeth again but he seems to be doing ok for now.
The downside of my having this many fur-kids within a couple of years of each other is that they all hit middle age around the same time, and are starting to have these issues. I had to have known that, but it doesn't cross your mind when they're all cute and baby.
I had my Mum's cousin's rabbit stay with me while their family went away too, and he is just the sweetest creature. His name is Wombat, and though he stunk my house out with his pee smell, I can forgive him because he did not bite me, unlike Peter.
So I've been taking care of him, my 7 pets, my 22 year old brother who didn't even know Demazin was sold from a chemist, and the new lawn.
Ok I don't do flora. I'm 100% fauna here, you give fauna a dish and they know how much to drink. I can't ask the grass if it's thirsty, and I have a seriously brown thumb. I've owned 4 plants in my whole life, one died, and the other 3 aren't looking good! So it's a miracle the lawn survived. But we're all ok. A little tired and longing for the beach, but that's all.
I booked a dog friendly holiday today. It's not until September which makes me worry because it leaves a lot of time for anything and everything to go wrong, but hopefully all will be well and it'll be nice to get away for the first time in 5 years! I won't be taking the rabbits or birds with me as the trip would probably just stress them, and they couldn't participate in the activities Frankie will be able to anyway.
Only 2 weeks until classes start again. I have a pile of 5 books and 3 magazines, all about dogs and Vet Nursing that I was hoping to have read before I'm loaded with assignments again but that doesn't seem feasible right now. I'll just have to do my best!
Hope everyone is well and happy oxox

Happy New Year!

So, it's January. The month that deludes us into thinking we will suddenly be capable of doing the things we failed to do a hundred times before, and causing us to be disappointed in ourselves when we realise we are still screwups. Yeah, not a fan. :)
I don't believe in making New Years Resolutions for this reason, but I do believe in having goals. Some of mine at the moment are;
To spend more time one on one with Missy and Valentine (the birds.) I obviously love them, but it is harder to give them as much attention as they deserve since we got the dog.
To be more consistent with Frankie and his training- this is my biggest downfall. He gets away with doing things he's not allowed to do, because he does them when I'm already doing 30 things at once, holding 25 objects and running 15 minutes late for work. So I don't bother to follow through correcting him.
To become a better driver (yeah, wish me luck with that!)
To cook more. I mean meals, not the cakes I make a few times a year.
All of these things involve time I do not have, so we shall see how that goes!
We spent New Years Eve at home with some family friends and I somehow fell asleep at 10.30, before waking up at 11.57pm, just in time to watch the Sydney fireworks on TV. We were talking about how we should really make the effort to go in to the city and see it live one year. People travel from interstate and other countries to see it, so we don't take advantage of living here! Frankie freaked out every time he heard fireworks so we didn't get much sleep after that. His resolution (well, mine for him) is to stay out of the kitchen when people are cooking, and have his teeth brushed every single day! I love my doggy.
I asked my family what their New Years Resolutions are. Mum said hers is to "give money to buskers because I'd be really embarrased if I had to sing in public." (What??? Lol.) Dad's is "to survive." That's a good one.