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This coming week I will be watching three dogs. One of them is a pair of two chihuahuas. The other one is a St.Bernard. The little yappers I'm not as excited about because I'm not a huge fan of those kinds of dogs. Usually, they tend to get on my nerves because they yap and nip a lot. No matter how many times you introduce yourself to them they still yap at you and try to make a statement. It's frustrating and honestly not my favorite thing in the world. But in terms of these little guys, they seem to be ok. The two dogs are Sophie and Tessa. Sophie is about three and she really wants to just be loved. She barks at first but once you get to her level and let her sniff you she will love you on instantly. Tessa is older so she really just wants to be alone. She doesn't like to be disturbed and just wants to do what she wants. I was told to let her do what she needs to and not really interfere otherwise. 

Those two are pretty simple. I just drop by for thirty minutes at a time and give them their food and water, let them out and go from there. Easy money, and easy instructions. 

The saint bernard, however, is a little bit more complicated. His name is Moose and he is about five years old. The couple that wants me to watch him is super sweet but also super worried fur parents. When I initially met Moose he barked once and immediately took to me petting him. The gentlemen were surprised by this and let me walk him to the doggy park. Moose has hip dysplasia and also has a ton of issues with the humidity which means....a lot of meds. Honestly, it's one of those situations where it makes me wonder why somebody would have a big like that in Florida. Moose gets itchy and red in his eyes and on his belly when it gets really humid so they have to give him Benadryl to help with his allergies. On top of that, the hip dysplasia is pretty bad. I can see it when he walks. He has a hard time moving around and I can see that it hurts him to move. Honestly, my heart goes out to Moose. He's only five and he is already in so much pain. 

I'm looking forward to Moose more than the other two but I am thankful to watch these pups. It gives me something to look forward to during the day and I get to actually take pictures of them. To me, that is so fun and I am so excited to get to see their personalities come alive. I find animals to be more fun than people. This week is going to be hectic but so worth it 

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These are two pieces I have had for some time and would appreciate saying goodbye to them. If you are interested please purchase them today and help me out. I really would appreciate any purchase as this year is looking to be an adventure in itself. I have so many exciting things coming and would appreciate the extra help. Thank you, guys. 

 
 
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****.This.****. 

I swear I am going to die. This is one of those viruses that I wish would just have skipped me. For four days now I have been sick as it gets and it is stressing my body out to the max. My watch says I am all over the place and that my sleep is ****. Almost literally. I'm getting up every few hours just to hack my brains out. Once I'm done with that, the congestion catches up with me and makes me feel like waterfalls are gonna come at any second. One day I'm super sick, the next day I'm kinda better and when I wake up for the next day I am back to being sick as it gets. It's frustrating and irritating. I literally wanna take this virus, stomp on it, beat it against a wall, and then throw it in a woodchipper. That way it would literally be nothing but ashes. 

Of course, this is one of those sicknesses that is going around in our area. It's pretty bad and when I was at work I literally had to apologize like crazy because after any orientation I would hack up everything and anything. I thought I would die at my job. 

-sigh- This just sucks. 

I hope everyone else is having a better time than me. I just want this to be over and done with. Hopefully, it will be officially gone in the next few days. For now though please try and stay away from this virus. It is not fun. 

I am now off to pump myself full of meds and hopefully keep myself on my feet. Literally. 

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There's something going around right now. What I mean by that is some kind of virus. Yesterday when I woke up I knew immediately that something was wrong. My throat felt tight and it was difficult to breathe let alone swallow. At first I thought that I might be dehydrated from the night before since I had quite a bit to drink but as my morning routine went on I noticed that the tightness in my throat kept getting worse. By the time I was opening our gym up I felt pretty gross. I felt like I had a hangover because of how sluggish I felt but at the same time, I didn't have the headache or the lag that comes with my hangovers. My throat was really the main issue. 

When I got done with my shift I went to my bf's place and had some tea to try and make the tightness go away. Water wasn't doing anything and I honestly felt nauseous after before I left work. So I figured I might as well stop by his place and calm myself down some before I head home. When he got back we hung out for a bit before I made the journey home. 

Last night was bad. I was laying in bed ready to down some Nyquil but I wanted to wait until a reasonable time came so that I wasn't oversleeping and messing up my schedule. SO I did the best I could and waited as long as I could. Eventually, I gave in and took the meds. Let me just say that It definitely helped to kick it down some but the stress I felt overnight was extremely high. When I woke up this morning my throat felt a little better but still dry and I had a massive headache. After some coffee, I felt able to move around a bit. 

Whatever this virus is, it sucks. I haven't felt this way in a long time and I can't remember the last time my throat felt this tight. It's frustrating and honestly, I wish it would go away. I did have plans to go into work later and get a couple more hours under my belt but that is so not happening when I feel this way. Hopefully, it will go away soon and I can get back into my usual routine. 

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Packing is such an odd experience. Just to clarify I don't mean the kind of packing where you go on vacation. I mean the kind of packing where you are moving to a new place. I've never really had this experience before so for me, its all-new territory and I knew that it would be a mixture of emotions. I knew that me packing up my own belongings might make me go through different stages that I wasn't ready for. 

Yesterday I got the news that my dad got boxes and bubble wrap. That meant I could go ahead and pack up some fragile items that I won't need for when I hit the road. So of course, I spent a good portion of three hours packing. I Started with the fragile things I got from my grandmother's place and moved onward to my own collection. From there I picked up my many books that were chilling in the closet. I kid you not, there are so many books that I just don't have the heart to get rid of. I even set aside ones that I want to re-read. Technically we still have three months or so before we have to be out of this amazing home so I have plenty of time to read all of them. 

From there I cleaned out the unimportant things in my closet. Beanie Babies, old CD's, parts for pinball machines, old Mardi Gra masks, extra parts for a dresser, and other items that would take me forever to list. Once I was done packing up the basic things I took a look at my first stack. The empty wall space I used to have is now full. It's so many items that I just have for the memories or to fix things. It's nuts how many things a person can own. 

To be honest, though I am glad that I don't have as much stuff as I used to. I'm more than positive that if I did this when I was sixteen I would have twice as many boxes and it would have been a nightmare. But here I am, an "adult" packing up my belongings for the new home my dad will live in for however long he chooses. 

Once this load is at the house I'm sure that the reality that this is actually happening will settle in but right now it still feels like a fairy tale. Like it's not happening at all even though the boxes I packed are right behind me. 

The next few months are going to be so crazy. 

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So far the new year has me in a whirlwind. Soon we will start packing things up in the house and honestly, I am unsure if I am ready, emotionally, to start doing it. Yet I also know that I can't have everything down here. There are so many fragile that I own that will go first. From there it will slowly be the bigger things until eventually, the house will be empty. Almost like a carcass. I'm still trying to figure out a game plan for myself and luckily my bf and I have come up with a skeleton of what that is. Am I happy how that conversation went down? Not exactly but, I am glad that the second round of this conversation is over. Some stress is gone. 

The main thing now is figuring out what trailer to buy and expenses. I'm not sure how long I will be in the area when my dad leaves but I do plan on staying a little bit longer for the sake of my job. If I could take the people, the job I work at, and all my belongings and just teleport it all to another location I would. Unfortunately, life has a way of making that impossible. 

It's funny how life works. I hate the Destin area but this job I am at currently has me wondering if I really do hate the area altogether. For years I have dreaded living here and all I have wanted to do is go home. Not leave my house and just get immersed in the life that I have within the walls of my childhood home. As I got older I still dreaded the area but I started branching out and meeting people that I genuinely liked. Now I am at a job that really has opened me up to more friends and they really feel like family. 

I know that once I take off on my journey I will cry. I will cry as I drive away for my friends, for my childhood home, and for my friends. So may emotions in one body, it's nuts. Sometimes I wish I could turn it off. Make it stop but I know that this is life. If I grew up as a military kid I probably wouldn't think twice about it. I would see it as another normal transition. Yet, I didn't. I'm one of the few locals in this area. 

Man, life really knows how to kick you in the gut. 

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