Dammit, I'm so sick of winter. I usually love winter, but this one's been freakin' useless.
Anywho, tonight was Darren and Michael's annual Blue and Gold Banquet for cub scouts. It was a fun ceremony which Autumn sat so wonderfully for throughout, with a few "get the wiggles out" breaks in between. Darren completed this phase of scouts, and crossed over tonight, so that he will join Boy Scouts next year. I'm so proud of the guy.
So, of course, Samantha bought a few things for Darren to celebrate; a sash for his badges in the coming years, a Scout bookmark and a good ol' fashioned multi-tooled knife. Before the tissue paper even hit the floor, Michael's already in tears because he did not recieve any gifts. "It's not fair" is his explanation. No logic that this was Darren's time and that he will eventually get his could console the kid. I'm sorry, but he's eight. Samantha even agreed that he's at the age where no one will feel sorry for him. There's been a long-running tradition that Michael would get a gift at Darren's birthday parties so that he doesn't feel bad. I've made it well known that I think that needs to stop. From what I heard, he was a sore loser at the Pinewood Derby as well. I love Michael dearly, don't get me wrong, but his little drama fits are getting quite old. *perging complete*
Not everyone knows, but we have a rabbit named Daisy. I got her several years ago from a co-worker whose daughter was not really taking care of her. Lately I've noticed that Daisy had not been eating. Most smaller animals need a way to keep their teeth from getting to long, and somewhere along the line, I've neglected to prevent this from happening. Daisy has gotten very thin, and she will not drink her water or her rabbit feed. I've managed to get her to eat apple slices, carrots and lettuce. I'm hoping she's getting enough water in these foods. I can still her her teeth grinding when she eats, though. I'm thinking we may have to take her to the vet to get her teeth trimmed. I'm truly hoping this will help. I feel awful that I've neglected Daisy. She's somewhere between 6 and 8 years old, which is considered senior for a rabbit. It's possible that it may just be her time, but I still feel responsible. I just hope she's not suffering.
The quest to put together what I am now dubbing Midsummer Fest continues. I have a site picked out, but it is owned by 4-H, so I must prove to them that the camp will suit their mission; being family-friendly and educational. I think I'll be able to do that, I'm just trying to be delicate with the wording, as not to freak them out with our "crazy" Pagan traditions. The Tuesday night Tea and Talks group that I have been attending has some members that are very much looking forward to putting a great deal of effort into this camp. I'm totally excited to be working with them. It's pretty much up to whether or not we get the campsite. As soon as we get the thumbs up, we get to move forward from there.
The dust has settled at work. There was another brief issue that was brought up on Friday, but I was able to talk to the person right away and had it (somewhat) resolved. I don't think it will ever be completely resolved, as we are two very strong-opinioned people, but that's the way it rolls. I gotta go back to work tomorrow and drive in this white crap. I just hope it yeilds a bit of extra cash, to at least make it worth my while.