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</form> Western. Like Midland, Western is another accent that people consider neutral. So, you might not actually be from the Western half of the country, but you definitely sound like it.
And if you're not from the West, you are probably one of the following:
(a) A Pittsburgher - the quiz can't tell the difference;
(b) Someone from Canada (probably southern Ontario) who doesn't have a Canadian accent;
(c) Someone from northern New England who doesn't have a New England accent; or
(d) Someone from Texas or the Heartland who was born after 1980.
You are definitely not from New York, New Jersey, Chicago, Detroit, the Deep South, etc.</font> Take this quiz now - it's easy!
*sighs*
Been so much going on lately.
Still no job, or license or money coming in.
But no longer moving to Sweden, found it to be far more difficult than we first thought. So now Simon is getting a year long visa to Canada, where he'll work, and be closer to me, so he can save money up. I will be here, trying to work and save up money, so that I can move out, and prove I can be independant, and support myself, and also Simon when he comes over. So hopefully after a year and a half we will be ready to file the forms, and get married.
Simon will be here on March 6th, and stay for two months, leaving on May 2nd. We'll get a belated Valentine's Day together, as well as, both our birthdays, Ostara, Easter, and Beltane. Then he'll be here for all my play days, because I'm in the third installment of the Futrelle plays, Southern Hospitality. We'll also being getting to go to Scarborough Ren Fest, hopefully, because doing rennie stuff is so huge for me, and because he loves that kind of stuff too, and has never been to one.
In other news, still getting over Swine Flu. My GODS, that was fucking horrible, the worst sore throat/double ear infection I have *ever* had. I'm still trying to get over it, with constant junked up coughing everday, and this is after a month of it...I started feeling it, on Christmas night...what fun.
And then, on Friday, my cat Monster, aka Minster, died. He had been having bowel problems, and had gotten quite skinny, even though we had been feeding him special things to try and help. About a week before he died, we broke down and got him a steroid shot to help it, and it seemed to be doing it, but he was changing in another way, he was getting frail, and weak, and his meow was whiny. But he was always hungry and eating and drinking. Then on Thursday, I noticed he seemed to have trouble peeing, and my mom thought he might have a minor infection. That night I put him to bed, and he was running around the house wanting to explore. The next morning my mom woke me up asking if I had him, because she couldn't find him. Well I instantly knew what that meant. So I hurried down, and found him on the floor under a chair, he had, had a stroke, and at first I thought he was dead, but then I went to pick him up and he started meowing and bent his neck backwards, rigidly. So I took him upstairs, and my mom said to just hold him until he went. So for the next couple of hours, I held him, while I cried on the phone with Simon, who stayed on the line until he was gone. He would have minor fits now and then, or just when I'd think he was gone, he'd take a gasping breath. I said my goodbyes and told him that it was ok to go, and then finally he had one last fit, where he just made a low growl, because he couldn't move, and I held him until it was over, and then he was gone. After I wrapped him up and put him outside because it was cold. Then yesterday, I took a footprint, and cut some fur that I glued to a card, so that I could make up a memorial frame for him later. Then I took him down to the old house, and buried him under my oak tree, where I always bury the creatures that die. So it's been a tough few days, sometimes I'll be ok, and then others I'll think of him, and realize that he really is gone, and just lose it again. He's the closest I've come to feeling about a cat, that was like Mamerine. He was my favorite, the one that was 'my' cat, and I never thought I'd lose him this young, like I did Mamerine. I love all my cats, but I just find it so unfair, that I lost Mamerine, when we had cats much older than him...and it is the same with Minster, we have cats that are much older than him now. But my mom says that we are just spoiled with having animals that have lived to the ages of 19-23 years, and that, that isn't the norm. What I suspect happened was that while the steroids were helping his bowel, that they sent him into kidney failure, and that was why he was having trouble peeing. So there was really nothing we could do, because he couldn't live the way he was, and this only sped things up. My mom also thinks he may have had cancer because of an unexplained absess on his foot, that I have been taking care of.
( Pics of MinsterCollapse )
Don't really know of anything else to report as of yet. I really need to get in here and post some pics from when I went to England, and then when Simon came over and proposed.
I love you guys
Sarah
♥
ETA: Added more pics of Minster
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