The GirlAlive Blog

Grr.

This blog thingy is really annoying me today.  I’m having technical issues.  When I make a new entry, it shows up in the archive page, but doesn’t show up on the main page.  I have been having issues getting it to work, but I think I can maybe work around it.  But I can’t get it to post the new stuff *and* show the advertisement for my shirt shop at the same time.  Grr. 

Alana

www.girlalive.com 

Spike will be the death of me.

Okay, so I was holding Spike again.  I found a small drop of what appeared to be blood on my sweatshirt, and since I was pretty sure I wasn’t bleeding, I got concerned about Spike.  As I was trying to check him out, he got freaked out and ran into my hood again.  Then onto the top of my head.  Then down my back and into my sleeve.  I had to take the sweatshirt off to get him out.  I’m still not sure where the blood came from.  His feet all look fine and all the front and rear orifices seemed fine.  I have no idea.  But I’m pretty sure that little rodent is going to drive me insane.

Alana

www.girlalive.com 

There’s a guinea pig in my hair.

I was just holding my guinea pig, Spike.  When I pick a guinea pig to hold, I have to decide whether I’m looking for a cozy guinea pig or some excitement.  Spike is excitement.  He’s quite a spaz.  I usually wear a hooded sweatshirt when I play with the guinea pigs because I’m allergic to them, so it keeps their fur off my skin.  Spike likes to sit on my shoulder.  One of the times that he made a mad dash for my shoulder, he instead launched himself into the hood of my sweatshirt.  So I went looking for my husband to help me fish the guinea pig out of my hood.  He was in the bathroom, so he couldn’t help.  I got the little weasel out, but got a rash and some scratches on my neck from the sharp little nails.

This is pretty much a normal day with Spike.  He’s a little furry retard, but he is fun.  And today he didn’t try to eat my engagement ring or poop on me, so that was nice.

Alana

www.girlalive.com 

Changes

If you look at the old entries here, you’ll notice that all of them were uploaded on the same day.  I used to keep my online diary at diaryland.com, but I have decided that new in 2006, I’m keeping them on my own domain with a blogging thingy I got from Yahoo.

So all the old entries are here, and they’re all still over at diaryland.  But entries for 2006 and later will all just be written here.    Look, there are smileys here!   That’s pretty spiffy.

 Alana

birthday

diaryland entry 3:19 p.m. – 2005-12-27

Happy birthday to me.

Yesterday I gave my guinea pigs a bath. I started with Spike because that gets the hard one out of the way.

I put him in the tub, inside his little crate. The water started flowing in and he started drinking it. Then as it got higher, he looked confused, then afraid. His face had a look that said, "It’s getting kinda high. Is it supposed to do that? What’s going on?" But he didn’t really freak out until I poured a cupful of water over his back. Then he learned that when properly motivated, he can launch himself completely out of the crate. I shampooed him with baby shampoo and then rinsed him, the whole time, trying to hold him down and keep him from hurting himself. He bit me several times quite hard, but no skin broken.

After I dried Spike, it was Homestar’s turn (we’ve been mostly calling him Homer because he loves watching tv). I put Homer in the crate and started the water. He freaked out immediately, running in circles as if to say, "It’s the end of the world! We’re all going to die!" But I was able to hold him still and clean him pretty uneventfully.

They both kind of hate me now. But that’s okay.

Today is my birthday. My whole house smells like mole chicken, which is cooking in the crockpot.

Alana
www.girlalive.com

3:19 p.m. – 2005-12-27

whoring for money

diaryland entry 12:26 p.m. – 2005-12-22

So if you hang out at my main web site at all, you may have noticed that I’m more, um, "forward" than ever with begging for money and selling stuff. There’s a reason.

First of all, in the last two years, I’ve moved from Seattle to Minnesota and from Minnesota to Scotland. I’ve had to visit Scotland once and pay for 2 weddings. My husband had to fly to Minnesota twice. I had to pay obscene amounts of money to get a visa and to ship all my stuff. Bottom line is, I’m all kinds of broke.

Stuff is more expensive here in the UK, and I don’t have a job. And due to the fact that I’m an immigrant, we can’t get any government kind of help.

For the moment we’ve been mostly paying the bills and I’ve been draining my savings to buy food. I had a job interview that was very promising yesterday. I’m hoping to get it. It’s a low-level slave kind of job, but it looks kind of fun, and it isn’t typing numbers in a box.

In the meantime, I’m trying to scrape together a little extra cash by selling crap on the internet. I’ve sold some shirts and magnets and stickers and stuff. I also published my cookbook, which has brought in a few dollars (literally).

I just wish that this whole "making a life together" thing was easier. Right now we don’t have phone service, and there’s a good chance the electricity could go out for part of today. (The electricity here is on a retarded system where you buy little cards to buy enough electricity for a week or so. If the money on your little electricity box runs out, the electricity goes off until you stick in another stupid little card. It’s a deeply idiotic system.)

Anyway, I’m off to drain the savings on the makings of a nice Christmas dinner. We’re going to have a nice Christmas if I have to start selling plasma to do it.

Alana
www.girlalive.com

12:26 p.m. – 2005-12-22