Our chinchilla has three names.

Last week I brought home a chinchilla my brother got from a friend of his and promptly neglected (God bless my parents who keep allowing us to bring homeless animals into their house even though they know what the outcome will probably be). I'm a huge animal lover, and feel the need to always have a small animal in the house. Deuteronomy, our rabbit, sadly had to find a new home in Germany, so the chinchilla was an ok second choice. Originally, his name was Wiley. But upon bringing him home, Anna decided she liked Roger better. Then Elizabeth came to visit and kept calling him Chinky (the fact that name is so close to a racial slur didn't seem to bother anyone but me). I've taken to calling him Chinchilla with Three Names. Maybe I should shorten it to CTN.

Last night, a friend of mine, Morgan, and I carved pumpkins. Maybe it's because when you're little your parents do all the work, but carving pumpkins is a LOT harder than I remember it being. Dan and I carved one in Alabama when we were engaged and I was visiting, but he didn't make me do much , I guess. Anyway, Morgan came up with the brilliant idea to use carrots for their noses.. a sort of snowman meets jack-o-lantern. For some reason, I didn't think about the fact that carrots need moisture to stay straight.. so my pumpkins nose is drooping rather sadly at this point. I guess it's a good thing Halloween is tomorrow. I'm taking Nandi and Madeleine to the Harvest Festival at RBBC. They will be dressed up as a pumpkin and a dinosaur. I'll post pictures when I get them. :)

I spent the evening at the Blank's house (as in Dan's parents house) and had dinner and watched NCIS and the Unit. The Unit was a little hard to watch.. it actually was set in Iraq this episode, and their was lots of shooting and explosions. I had to keep reminding myself that Dan was safe and in the middle of nowhere. My stomach kept getting queasy though.

I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. I think it has something to do with not totally feeling at home here, which is weird because before I got married, I had been living in San Diego for like nine or ten years. I know it's because Dan isn't here, and all of my stuff in my bedroom is new. It's weird sleeping in a bed that Dan has never seen with sheets Dan didn't help me pick out. I'm hoping once everything is put away and in order maybe I'll feel better. One of these days I'll finally get my old bookshelf out of my parent's storage unit. I've had it forever, which should help.

Dan is still doing well. He got the Wii I sent him in the mail today and was pretty stoked about that. He's been asking for one since last Christmas, but they get snatched up pretty quickly. I had to have a showdown on Ebay to get him one. He was watching Transformers when I spoke with him earlier. His opinion on the movie? "I was disappointed it was a commercial for GM." I didn't notice when I saw the movie, but maybe I missed something.