They're on.
I hate them.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
A Friday morning quickie
Shouldn't we all be so lucky...
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
I smell s'mores!
Well holy crap. Zee mentioned on Sunday (wait, no, it was Saturday) that'd it'd been a while since I blogged and that I left her (and the only other person who reads this - hi Valerie!) hanging on the water heater issue. I'm so sorry! When I stop and try to remember the events of the past several weeks, almost everything is a blur. The only things that aren't a blur are last night's Red Sox game, the issue The Man and I had a couple of weeks ago (nope, not talking about it - it's done and over with), and going to watch some men's curling in Lowell.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.
Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Surprise!
Oh what an exciting day it’s been! We woke up to no hot water this morning and no way to get to the hot water heater. The contractors who re-did our kitchen and bathroom a few years ago placed a new hot water heater in our kitchen in the corner, under the counter, and failed to provide a way for us to access it should any problems arise. Can you say, “D’OH!”? The Man has put in 4 phone calls (that I’m aware of) to them and we’ve still had no response. The plumber came and went because he’s not about to pull up our kitchen counter or cut a hole underneath our kitchen sink to get at it, and we certainly don’t blame him. But the plumber’s office called back a couple of times to see if the contractor’s returned our calls yet. If the contractor ever gets around to getting back to us he better a) get to our place no more than an hour after hanging up the phone and b) not charge us for the visit or the access he’s going to provide us to the heater.
Un-freakin-believable.
The Man ended up staying home from work today. He was pretty sick over the weekend anyway and still wasn’t feeling 100% this morning so between that and the water situation, he decided to stay home. If the water situation isn’t rectified by tomorrow, and head-up-his-ass-contractor calls tonight and hems and haws and says, “Oh I’ll be there tomorrow” I’m going to tell him he has to be there on my schedule. No exceptions. No excuses.
Dumbass.
What an adventure it was getting ready for work this morning. Took me back to the days of growing up when our well would decide to not give us any water (the ground was mostly shale around the house I grew up in). We’d have to trek up to the springs to stock up on water, heat it up when we needed to bathe and do dishes, and keep big buckets in the bathrooms so we could flush the toilets. Oh it was just a happy go-lucky time when that happened! I don’t miss those days – and neither do my parents! – and I’m not at all happy about re-living them now.
I’m so angry right now I feel like I could turn into The Hulk.
Grrr, baby! GRRR!
Un-freakin-believable.
The Man ended up staying home from work today. He was pretty sick over the weekend anyway and still wasn’t feeling 100% this morning so between that and the water situation, he decided to stay home. If the water situation isn’t rectified by tomorrow, and head-up-his-ass-contractor calls tonight and hems and haws and says, “Oh I’ll be there tomorrow” I’m going to tell him he has to be there on my schedule. No exceptions. No excuses.
Dumbass.
What an adventure it was getting ready for work this morning. Took me back to the days of growing up when our well would decide to not give us any water (the ground was mostly shale around the house I grew up in). We’d have to trek up to the springs to stock up on water, heat it up when we needed to bathe and do dishes, and keep big buckets in the bathrooms so we could flush the toilets. Oh it was just a happy go-lucky time when that happened! I don’t miss those days – and neither do my parents! – and I’m not at all happy about re-living them now.
I’m so angry right now I feel like I could turn into The Hulk.
Grrr, baby! GRRR!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
It's Sunday
Seems as though everything and nothing has been going on. Still pretty busy at work. Last week I finally had a chance to go over all the stuff I've been putting on the back burner and kinda freaked out when I saw how far behind and disorganized I'd become on a few things. I hate that. When someone comes to me and asks about something - where it is or what the status is - I feel like a failure if I don't have an immediate answer, or procure one within two minutes.
I'm a Virgo, and though I don't really believe in the horoscope stuff, I do have to say the characteristics of a Virgo are pretty right on for me.
Which reminds me, my acid reflux is kicking in again. It's been pretty quiet for the past year and a half, thankfully. Called the doctor on Friday to see if she'd phone in some Protonix for me but it hasn't been done yet. Shocking! Meanwhile my stomach will just sit here and rot. That's okay. I don't really need it anyway.
Last weekend The Man and I met up with a friend I've made on a curling forum and took a curling lesson! We had a blast! Curling is something you definitely need to be in shape to do, so it's another kick in the butt to keep me going to the gym on a regular basis because curling is something I want to continue doing.
Next weekend we're going to the World Men's Curling Championship in Lowell. Crossing my fingers we get to meet the U.S. Men - you know, the ones who won the bronze at the Olympics. That has me completely stoked!
Babs is doing well for the most part. She's been off the blood pressure med for 2 weeks now. This past Friday night I was a little concerned as she was breathing faster than normal, but it wasn't labored breathing. Kept our eyes on her and she was back to normal yesterday. I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and see what they have to say about it. She's still acting like her normal, crazy self so I know she feels okay.
Sorry this isn't a very compelling entry. Then again, not many of my entries are! Ha!
I'm wanting some french toast, so I'm off to make breakfast. Have a lovely day! :-)
I'm a Virgo, and though I don't really believe in the horoscope stuff, I do have to say the characteristics of a Virgo are pretty right on for me.
Which reminds me, my acid reflux is kicking in again. It's been pretty quiet for the past year and a half, thankfully. Called the doctor on Friday to see if she'd phone in some Protonix for me but it hasn't been done yet. Shocking! Meanwhile my stomach will just sit here and rot. That's okay. I don't really need it anyway.
Last weekend The Man and I met up with a friend I've made on a curling forum and took a curling lesson! We had a blast! Curling is something you definitely need to be in shape to do, so it's another kick in the butt to keep me going to the gym on a regular basis because curling is something I want to continue doing.
Next weekend we're going to the World Men's Curling Championship in Lowell. Crossing my fingers we get to meet the U.S. Men - you know, the ones who won the bronze at the Olympics. That has me completely stoked!
Babs is doing well for the most part. She's been off the blood pressure med for 2 weeks now. This past Friday night I was a little concerned as she was breathing faster than normal, but it wasn't labored breathing. Kept our eyes on her and she was back to normal yesterday. I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and see what they have to say about it. She's still acting like her normal, crazy self so I know she feels okay.
Sorry this isn't a very compelling entry. Then again, not many of my entries are! Ha!
I'm wanting some french toast, so I'm off to make breakfast. Have a lovely day! :-)
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Dumpster fire
We had a dumpster fire last night. Heard some mighty big vehicles pull up outside of our building last night so of course I peeked through the blinds to see what was up. Two fire trucks had arrived and they were putting on full gear. I got a little freaked, hollered to The Man and he said he already had the scanner on. I saw The Dude from downstairs (the one who took our door mat) standing outside watching them and The Man decided to go out and have a look himself. The Dude told The Man that there were some punk ass kids hanging around earlier (we were in and out all day yesterday so didn't see any of this going on), smoking, going under cars, just generally being stupid, punk ass kids, and that he figured one or more of them must have tossed a cigarette or two in there. I hope whoever set it off is found and has their ass whooped. And their parents, too.
Thank God it was only the dumpster that caught fire.
Some good news - Miss Babs no longer has to take Enalapril!! We took her to the vet in Boston yesterday for her echocardiogram. She still has a little thickening around her heart, but the cardiologist told us that the amount she saw was typical for a kitty of her weight (16.5 lbs.). She told us it would be safe to take her off the Enalapril, and wants us to bring her back in 6 months for a follow-up, just to be safe. YAY! No more medication for Babs! Every night, The Man would get home, change, grab the bottle of pills and give one to her. And every night she'd sit in her bed, squinting at him, waiting for it with a "Screw you!" look on her face. Now she can just be happy he's home and hop into his lap as soon as he sits down.
Being the paranoid cat mom that I am, asked the cardiologist if it was safe to take her off of this stuff cold turkey. She said absolutely and if anything were to happen to her, it wouldn't be immediate, which is why she wants to see her in 6 months. So, I'm not so paranoid anymore. :-)
Thank God it was only the dumpster that caught fire.
Some good news - Miss Babs no longer has to take Enalapril!! We took her to the vet in Boston yesterday for her echocardiogram. She still has a little thickening around her heart, but the cardiologist told us that the amount she saw was typical for a kitty of her weight (16.5 lbs.). She told us it would be safe to take her off the Enalapril, and wants us to bring her back in 6 months for a follow-up, just to be safe. YAY! No more medication for Babs! Every night, The Man would get home, change, grab the bottle of pills and give one to her. And every night she'd sit in her bed, squinting at him, waiting for it with a "Screw you!" look on her face. Now she can just be happy he's home and hop into his lap as soon as he sits down.
Being the paranoid cat mom that I am, asked the cardiologist if it was safe to take her off of this stuff cold turkey. She said absolutely and if anything were to happen to her, it wouldn't be immediate, which is why she wants to see her in 6 months. So, I'm not so paranoid anymore. :-)
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Just do it
Did you hear that blood-curdling scream around 5:30 this morning, EST? Yeah... that was me. Sorry about that. I stepped on the scale for the first time in 4 months and have gained almost 10 pounds since the day I had the fibroid removed. I'm not a small girl to begin with. This extra 10 pounds is most unwanted. It does tie in with my sleep apnea, but I have to be able to control what I put in my mouth, too. I'm not going to blame my entire weight problem on my sleeping disorder.
Speaking of which, I went a few nights without using the machine. It just seemed pointless to be using it for only an hour a night. Well, yesterday I noticed that all my little aches and pains were coming back. They were clearing up so slowly I hardly even noticed. So I decided okay, maybe an hour a night actually is accomplishing something and decided to start using it again. As I was plugging the machine in next to the bed last night, the man exlaimed, "Yay! The machine!" I just looked at him and said, "What do you mean 'yay machine'?!" And he said, "Cranky pants." I asked, "Have I been crankier than usual since I stopped using it?" And he said, "Yup". So I'm thinking to myself, "Why the hell didn't you say something?" and then realized this is the man who barely says boo to me while I'm PMS-ing because he knows better, so I didn't make an issue out of it.
But now what to do about finding a food/weight loss plan and sticking to it? I've been on Weight Watchers a gazillion times. Sure it works, until my will power runs out. I've tried L.A. Weight Loss, but much of the food they wanted me to eat was soy based so I quit, plus the staff at the particular location I went to just sucked. I've tried low-carb, no-carb, no sugar. You name it, I've probably tried it. And here I am, still carrying around all this unwanted extra weight. Saying "Just do it" to someone like me will likely get you a punch in the face. And that leads me back to that freakin' CPAP machine. The more I thought about it, the more I noticed as I was using it that my view on exercise was changing. So if I keep using it, hopefully it'll keep changing, as will my view towards food. Guess I just need to give it a little more time.
So here goes.
Speaking of which, I went a few nights without using the machine. It just seemed pointless to be using it for only an hour a night. Well, yesterday I noticed that all my little aches and pains were coming back. They were clearing up so slowly I hardly even noticed. So I decided okay, maybe an hour a night actually is accomplishing something and decided to start using it again. As I was plugging the machine in next to the bed last night, the man exlaimed, "Yay! The machine!" I just looked at him and said, "What do you mean 'yay machine'?!" And he said, "Cranky pants." I asked, "Have I been crankier than usual since I stopped using it?" And he said, "Yup". So I'm thinking to myself, "Why the hell didn't you say something?" and then realized this is the man who barely says boo to me while I'm PMS-ing because he knows better, so I didn't make an issue out of it.
But now what to do about finding a food/weight loss plan and sticking to it? I've been on Weight Watchers a gazillion times. Sure it works, until my will power runs out. I've tried L.A. Weight Loss, but much of the food they wanted me to eat was soy based so I quit, plus the staff at the particular location I went to just sucked. I've tried low-carb, no-carb, no sugar. You name it, I've probably tried it. And here I am, still carrying around all this unwanted extra weight. Saying "Just do it" to someone like me will likely get you a punch in the face. And that leads me back to that freakin' CPAP machine. The more I thought about it, the more I noticed as I was using it that my view on exercise was changing. So if I keep using it, hopefully it'll keep changing, as will my view towards food. Guess I just need to give it a little more time.
So here goes.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
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And they ain't kidding!
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Thursday, March 02, 2006
Metal mouth
Well, I'm finally biting the bullet. I'm getting braces. That's right, Becky's going to have a mouth full of metal in a few short months. Actually, if the quote I received was correct for what I want, I'm getting ceramic braces on the top teeth and metal on the bottom. Not really looking forward to it, but it needs to be done. Really like the orthodontist I met with yesterday. She was much more informative than the others I've been to for consultations. And it's going to be a little cheaper there too, so that obviously helps. I won't have them on until at least May, so I've got time to psych myself up. Or chicken out.
Don't think I ever shared my good news. Had my review at work a couple of weeks ago. Got a 4-1/2% raise and a promotion. It's nice to finally work for someone who appreciates the work I do and rewards me for it. It's about time!!
Meanwhile, the person who took over my old position is finally teetering on the edge of dismissal.
The Olive Garden was packed last night so we ended up going to a place called Smokey Bones for The Man's birthday dinner. It's a barbecue restaurant. Not exactly the place to go on holy days during Lent. I asked The Man, "God's not going to strike me down for celebrating your birthday with a piece of barbecued chicken... is He?" Of course The Man said no, but I still didn't feel right about it. But I was able to work around it. The restaurant offered the typical veggie burger laced with soy so I couldn't eat it (too much soy gives me migraines), and some other meatless stuff that didn't look very palatable. I settled for the "Lodge Salad", minus the sunflower seeds. It had enough protein and fillers without actual meat to make it filling and to my surprise it was one of the best salads I've ever had! And it was huge, so I was definitely full when I was done. The Man got pulled pork and when we got home told me I could have his leftovers for dinner tonight. He can be such a sweetie. When we got home he was too full to have any of his cheesecake, but I wasn't. It was delicious. It's got whipped cream and strawberries on top. Can't wait to have another slice tonight after the pulled pork. I actually snagged a few strawberries off of it this morning for breakfast. Oh, okay! I had a very thin sliver of the cheesecake as well. Jeez. And The Man won't be eating any of it again tonight because he's heading to volleyball (Thursday is league night). If he's not careful I'll have the whole thing gone by the time he gets to it! *insert evil grin here*
It's snowing like a mother out right now. Was hoping it would hold off until the evening commute was over but oh well. We've had it pretty good this winter. Last year we got hammered with snow and freezing cold. This winter has been pretty mild and think we've gotten only 2 snow events worthy of a little freaking out.
Okay, I'm off for some pulled pork and cheesecake.
Cheers!
Don't think I ever shared my good news. Had my review at work a couple of weeks ago. Got a 4-1/2% raise and a promotion. It's nice to finally work for someone who appreciates the work I do and rewards me for it. It's about time!!
Meanwhile, the person who took over my old position is finally teetering on the edge of dismissal.
The Olive Garden was packed last night so we ended up going to a place called Smokey Bones for The Man's birthday dinner. It's a barbecue restaurant. Not exactly the place to go on holy days during Lent. I asked The Man, "God's not going to strike me down for celebrating your birthday with a piece of barbecued chicken... is He?" Of course The Man said no, but I still didn't feel right about it. But I was able to work around it. The restaurant offered the typical veggie burger laced with soy so I couldn't eat it (too much soy gives me migraines), and some other meatless stuff that didn't look very palatable. I settled for the "Lodge Salad", minus the sunflower seeds. It had enough protein and fillers without actual meat to make it filling and to my surprise it was one of the best salads I've ever had! And it was huge, so I was definitely full when I was done. The Man got pulled pork and when we got home told me I could have his leftovers for dinner tonight. He can be such a sweetie. When we got home he was too full to have any of his cheesecake, but I wasn't. It was delicious. It's got whipped cream and strawberries on top. Can't wait to have another slice tonight after the pulled pork. I actually snagged a few strawberries off of it this morning for breakfast. Oh, okay! I had a very thin sliver of the cheesecake as well. Jeez. And The Man won't be eating any of it again tonight because he's heading to volleyball (Thursday is league night). If he's not careful I'll have the whole thing gone by the time he gets to it! *insert evil grin here*
It's snowing like a mother out right now. Was hoping it would hold off until the evening commute was over but oh well. We've had it pretty good this winter. Last year we got hammered with snow and freezing cold. This winter has been pretty mild and think we've gotten only 2 snow events worthy of a little freaking out.
Okay, I'm off for some pulled pork and cheesecake.
Cheers!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Happy Mardi Gras!
Before I begin, even though she doesn't read this (because I know she'd be horrified at some of the things I write in here if she did), I want to say...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!! I love you!
I can't believe the season of Lent is upon us. Ugh! I've given it a lot of thought and decided my Lenten discipline is going to be exercise - 5 days a week for at least 30 minutes per workout. My gym keeps sending postcards saying, "We miss you!" and the owner calls me from time to time to be sure I'm not dead. That and good old Catholic guilt should keep me motivated!
I hate, I repeat, I HATE the CPAP machine. Argh! Still am not getting any more than an hour of sleep per night with it. The nurse called again tonight to see how I've been doing and if I've noticed any differences. Told her I hate it but am willing to keep at it. The only thing I've noticed so far is a week or so ago when I got only about 4 hours of sleep. One of those hours was with the machine. Typically when I get that little sleep, when I wake up the next morning I feel like I've been hit by a truck and I ache all day. This time, there was no ache. I was incredibly tired, but amazingly didn't ache at all. It's still going to be a long haul with this thing though. Right now, when I wake up, if I don't fall back to sleep within 15 minutes it comes off. And if I don't put it on before I go to sleep, The Man always asks, "Aren't you going to wear the mask tonight?" I always grumble when he asks, but he knows as well as I do that eventually it's going to help. A lot. Maybe my new exercise regiment will help move things along. Hmmm...
The Man's birthday is tomorrow. I got him "THE BOOK! Holy Cow!" and Confessions of a Street Addict. Buster and Babs got him Republic Commando. He wants to go to the Olive Garden for dinner, and I really hope they have vegetable lasagna otherwise I won't be able to eat much! He also wants a cheesecake from our favorite pastry store which I need to pick up tomorrow morning.
Speaking of tomorrow morning, I have a consultation with an orthodontist at 9 o'clock. I have a missing tooth that has finally started wreaking havoc in my mouth. My dentist has been after me for two years to get braces to fix everything before it gets worse. Crossing my fingers that I can afford it. Insurance won't cover it. Grrr. If certain areas weren't painful I wouldn't even worry about it, but I have one tooth that's twisted 45 degrees already (that's the one that hurts the most), and several others that are seriously out of whack, so I'd like to get this done before the twists and changes get worse and more painful, and before it starts affecting all the teeth that people can actually see when I smile.
So I'm going to be late for work tomorrow, and I still have to take my lunch break anyway to go to Ash Wednesday Mass. Good thing about that is my boss is probably going to Mass with me!
Over President's Day weekend The Man and I went to The Museum of Science and visited the Star Wars exhibit again. At one point we were near a family with a couple of kids who were completely hamming it up for pictures. One of them stood in front of the Wookies with a completely petrified look on his face. And the youngest boy's pose in front of Darth Vader prompted me to do the same (after asking his Mom's permission to copy his pose!)...
Not very convincing, but silly and fun nonetheless!
Babs' appointment has been re-scheduled yet again! Her appointment is now next weekend. She's still doing great. In fact she's been helping me with this entry. And by helping me, I mean she's holding down my left arm so that a majority of this has been typed with just my right hand. And my right hand is pretty darn tired, so I think I'm going to stop typing now.
Have a great evening!
Monday, February 20, 2006
A month and a half?
Holy smokes! Can't believe I haven't been here since the very beginning of the year. Suffice it to say, life's been busy. We've been busier than usual at work, what with the opening of a new branch and all. I've been utterly exhausted by the time I get home and haven't had much ambition to do much of anything once I walk through the door. Getting dinner together is a feat in itself these days! That's why it's so nice to have today off. 3-day weekends are always welcome relief.
So... what's been going on... umm... I have the CPAP machine now. It hasn't been easy or fun getting used to it. The first few weeks I battled severe anxiety issues. I was having nightmares about regular people turning into breath sucking demons. Oh sure, it sounds funny now, but it sure as heck wasn't when I was going through it. Am still having a little anxiety with it, but on the whole am much better. The most amount of sleep I've gotten while wearing the mask is 2 hours. A nurse called me a couple of weeks ago to see how I was doing. I was completely honest with her - told her about the anxiety, that I wasn't sleeping well with it, etc. She encouraged me to use it consistently for 3 weeks, even if it's for only 15 minutes a night. She said she would call again in 3 weeks to see how I'm doing and then we'd take things from there. So I've got about another week to go until she calls again. It'll be interesting to see if anything changes between now and then. I'd like to be sleeping an average of 3-4 hours per night with it on.
Let's see... the people across the hall are still flaming assholes.
I'm enjoying the Winter Olympics. LOVE to watch the curling matches. When I was in 5th grade my math teacher told us he played a game called Curling and we all thought he was pulling our leg. The Man and I have been talking and are going to see if there's anywhere around here where we can try our hand at it.
Really digging Volkswagen's Fast commercials.
Babs is doing great. Her follow-up appointment is next Saturday afternoon. She's having an echocardiogram done. They'll probably have to sedate her for it. My poor Sweet Pea. :-( With any luck we'll be able to get her off the blood pressure meds.
Must be off. Buster's treat supply has been depleted and we still haven't heard the end of it from him. Surprised he didn't stomp on our heads all night long.
TTFN!
So... what's been going on... umm... I have the CPAP machine now. It hasn't been easy or fun getting used to it. The first few weeks I battled severe anxiety issues. I was having nightmares about regular people turning into breath sucking demons. Oh sure, it sounds funny now, but it sure as heck wasn't when I was going through it. Am still having a little anxiety with it, but on the whole am much better. The most amount of sleep I've gotten while wearing the mask is 2 hours. A nurse called me a couple of weeks ago to see how I was doing. I was completely honest with her - told her about the anxiety, that I wasn't sleeping well with it, etc. She encouraged me to use it consistently for 3 weeks, even if it's for only 15 minutes a night. She said she would call again in 3 weeks to see how I'm doing and then we'd take things from there. So I've got about another week to go until she calls again. It'll be interesting to see if anything changes between now and then. I'd like to be sleeping an average of 3-4 hours per night with it on.
Let's see... the people across the hall are still flaming assholes.
I'm enjoying the Winter Olympics. LOVE to watch the curling matches. When I was in 5th grade my math teacher told us he played a game called Curling and we all thought he was pulling our leg. The Man and I have been talking and are going to see if there's anywhere around here where we can try our hand at it.
Really digging Volkswagen's Fast commercials.
Babs is doing great. Her follow-up appointment is next Saturday afternoon. She's having an echocardiogram done. They'll probably have to sedate her for it. My poor Sweet Pea. :-( With any luck we'll be able to get her off the blood pressure meds.
Must be off. Buster's treat supply has been depleted and we still haven't heard the end of it from him. Surprised he didn't stomp on our heads all night long.
TTFN!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Starting the year with a bang!
And by "bang", I mean the word FUCK! It will be used repeatedly in this entry, so if anyone who reads this is offended by the word "fuck", please stop reading now! :-)
I'm so tired of living around FUCKING MORONS! I've decided my New Year's Resolution for 2006 is to utter the phrase "Many of my neighbors are fucking morons" at least once a day. The morons across the hall and the morons directly below us seem to be having a contest as to who can make the most noise and piss off the most neighbors. The morons downstairs started in on Wednesday. The morons across the hall started yesterday. However, in spite of their late start, the morons across the hall are winning by a landslide! Why they feel they need to play their music so fucking loud is beyond me. We can hear it in the bedroom for God's sake. Turn it the fuck down! The condo manager still hasn't sent the letter out about noise pollution and fines. I was hoping she'd be a little better than our last condo manager. Well, I guess she is since the fucking morons across the hall have on the whole quieted down. If their loud music continues past today though, you can bet your sweet bippie I'm going to bitch about it again; and whatever the hell that noise is that's coming from the dude downstairs. I think it's a video game, but I can't tell for sure. Sure as hell don't appreciate hearing it at 11:30 on a work night though.
Okay, I think for the moment I'm done with the word "fuck". But I'm not sure.
I had a revelation the week before Christmas. And remember where you heard it first! *Disclaimer - if anyone steals this revelation from me without asking, you'll be dealing with my minions! And trust me, that won't be fun!*
Okay, now as I share this revelation, you must, I repeat, you must picture me jumping up and down on a couch with a semi-psychotic look in my eyes. Are you ready?
Are you sure you're ready?
Okay, but prepare to be completely horrified...
Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes' unborn child is the ANTICHRIST!
Of course I have no proof to back up this claim. I only have chills and waves of nausea everytime I think about it. And that's enough, dammit!
IT'S THE ANTICHRIST!!!
Now if they have a boy and name him Damien, well then, that'll solidify everything.
I hope everyone had a truly wonderful Christmas/Hanukkah/Whatever You Celebrate. I don't understand why we can't just wish those who celebrate Christmas a "Merry Christmas" and those who celebrate Hanukkah a "Happy Hanukkah". This "Happy Holidays" stuff gets annoying. Well, actually, if you don't know what a person celebrates, then "Happy Holidays" is perfectly fine. But if you do know what a person celebrates, then just wish them a Happy/Merry whatever! For several years I worked in an office dominated by Jewish men and women, and none of us had any problem at all showing respect for the others holidays. It was utopia, I tell you! Well, in showing respect for religious holidays, at least.
Ranting and raving aside, I really do love Christmas and the Christmas Spirit. Most people are a little less obnoxious and rude. It's just a magical time of year. And I love being able to spend time with family. We took a few pictures over our extended Christmas weekend that I'd like to share...
The altar at my parents church, decorated for Christmas.
My sister's dog passed out after playing with all the toys he got for Christmas.
My parents cats.
Babs enjoying the new bed Santa brought her.
Buster enjoying the new bed Santa brought him.
The next (and last) picture needs a disclaimer - *If this picture is taken and used anywhere without a link to me or without my permission, you will again have to deal with my minions. Oh will there be pain and suffering.* Actually this is true of any picture I post.
Okay, this isn't a Christmas picture per se, but it was taken this past Tuesday morning as we headed home after a wonderful Christmas visit with my family. The Man and I laughed our asses off when we saw this.
Happy New Year!
I'm so tired of living around FUCKING MORONS! I've decided my New Year's Resolution for 2006 is to utter the phrase "Many of my neighbors are fucking morons" at least once a day. The morons across the hall and the morons directly below us seem to be having a contest as to who can make the most noise and piss off the most neighbors. The morons downstairs started in on Wednesday. The morons across the hall started yesterday. However, in spite of their late start, the morons across the hall are winning by a landslide! Why they feel they need to play their music so fucking loud is beyond me. We can hear it in the bedroom for God's sake. Turn it the fuck down! The condo manager still hasn't sent the letter out about noise pollution and fines. I was hoping she'd be a little better than our last condo manager. Well, I guess she is since the fucking morons across the hall have on the whole quieted down. If their loud music continues past today though, you can bet your sweet bippie I'm going to bitch about it again; and whatever the hell that noise is that's coming from the dude downstairs. I think it's a video game, but I can't tell for sure. Sure as hell don't appreciate hearing it at 11:30 on a work night though.
Okay, I think for the moment I'm done with the word "fuck". But I'm not sure.
I had a revelation the week before Christmas. And remember where you heard it first! *Disclaimer - if anyone steals this revelation from me without asking, you'll be dealing with my minions! And trust me, that won't be fun!*
Okay, now as I share this revelation, you must, I repeat, you must picture me jumping up and down on a couch with a semi-psychotic look in my eyes. Are you ready?
Are you sure you're ready?
Okay, but prepare to be completely horrified...
Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes' unborn child is the ANTICHRIST!
Of course I have no proof to back up this claim. I only have chills and waves of nausea everytime I think about it. And that's enough, dammit!
IT'S THE ANTICHRIST!!!
Now if they have a boy and name him Damien, well then, that'll solidify everything.
I hope everyone had a truly wonderful Christmas/Hanukkah/Whatever You Celebrate. I don't understand why we can't just wish those who celebrate Christmas a "Merry Christmas" and those who celebrate Hanukkah a "Happy Hanukkah". This "Happy Holidays" stuff gets annoying. Well, actually, if you don't know what a person celebrates, then "Happy Holidays" is perfectly fine. But if you do know what a person celebrates, then just wish them a Happy/Merry whatever! For several years I worked in an office dominated by Jewish men and women, and none of us had any problem at all showing respect for the others holidays. It was utopia, I tell you! Well, in showing respect for religious holidays, at least.
Ranting and raving aside, I really do love Christmas and the Christmas Spirit. Most people are a little less obnoxious and rude. It's just a magical time of year. And I love being able to spend time with family. We took a few pictures over our extended Christmas weekend that I'd like to share...
The altar at my parents church, decorated for Christmas.
My sister's dog passed out after playing with all the toys he got for Christmas.
My parents cats.
Babs enjoying the new bed Santa brought her.
Buster enjoying the new bed Santa brought him.
The next (and last) picture needs a disclaimer - *If this picture is taken and used anywhere without a link to me or without my permission, you will again have to deal with my minions. Oh will there be pain and suffering.* Actually this is true of any picture I post.
Okay, this isn't a Christmas picture per se, but it was taken this past Tuesday morning as we headed home after a wonderful Christmas visit with my family. The Man and I laughed our asses off when we saw this.
Happy New Year!
Monday, December 12, 2005
Winter sucks
This is what much of the Northeast looked like on Friday. The drive home from work was brutal! Coming home from work, my usual 3.5 mile, 8 minute commute took a freakin' HOUR! Becky was not happy! The snow was beautiful, though.
Miss Babs was tuckered out from a long day of watching the snow fall.
We were going to get a Christmas tree over the weekend but never did. We're both taking this Friday off from work so plan to get it then. Saturday was spent trying to get Red Sox tickets. What a joke that was. Took over 6 hours to get through and the best seats we could get were out in right field. We'll be staring at Trot Nixon all night. Joy. }:-{ Oh well, at least we got tickets, right? Yesterday we did a little Christmas shopping and some belated birthday shopping for me. Got a new cell phone. Now I'm just waiting for everything to finish switching over so I can actually use it. We've had Verizon for years but since The Man has Nextel through work I went with Sprint. And Sprint's taking their sweet ass time moving everything over. I want to download ringtones! NOW!
Miss Babs was tuckered out from a long day of watching the snow fall.
We were going to get a Christmas tree over the weekend but never did. We're both taking this Friday off from work so plan to get it then. Saturday was spent trying to get Red Sox tickets. What a joke that was. Took over 6 hours to get through and the best seats we could get were out in right field. We'll be staring at Trot Nixon all night. Joy. }:-{ Oh well, at least we got tickets, right? Yesterday we did a little Christmas shopping and some belated birthday shopping for me. Got a new cell phone. Now I'm just waiting for everything to finish switching over so I can actually use it. We've had Verizon for years but since The Man has Nextel through work I went with Sprint. And Sprint's taking their sweet ass time moving everything over. I want to download ringtones! NOW!
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
This begs the question...
"Should 'anal retentive' be hyphenated?"
Am I really that bad?
Well, I am grumpy that The Man went out for spur of the moment drinks with his friends after poker was finished. And here I sit. They did invite me but it felt like an afterthought.
Maybe it is right on.
Oh well. I am who I am.
| Slow and Steady |
 Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment. They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it. |
Am I really that bad?
Well, I am grumpy that The Man went out for spur of the moment drinks with his friends after poker was finished. And here I sit. They did invite me but it felt like an afterthought.
Maybe it is right on.
Oh well. I am who I am.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Gobble Gobble
Going to try to get into The Friday Five habit:
1. On what day do you celebrate Thanksgiving?
The fourth Thursday of November.
2. How do you traditionally celebrate this food filled holiday?
Spending the day with either my family or my boyfriend’s family eating the traditional foods – turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, butternut squash, corn, apple pie, pumpkin pie, chocolate cream pie; playing board games; watching football; reminiscing about Thanksgivings past. Zee, do you remember the pie fight in the mid to late 70’s? My memory of it was sketchy so Mom refreshed my memory – she started it!!
3. How do you like your stuffing cooked (in the bird, separately in a dish, store bought, etc.)?
My mother makes the best sausage stuffing in the world. She stuffs the bird just before she puts it into the oven. That’s the way I like it. :-)
4. What is your favorite dessert to eat on Thanksgiving and who makes it?
Mmmmm… my mother’s pumpkin pie. It’s also traditionally our Thanksgiving morning breakfast appetizer.
5. Can you name five things you are thankful for?
My family
The Man and his family (especially his parents)
Our cats (and the fact that Babs is still with us and back to her old crazy self)
Our home (in spite of our noisy, a-hole neighbors)
Employment
Belated Thanksgiving Greetings! Hope everyone had a wonderful day yesterday. We spent the day at The Man’s grandmother’s house. Had to drive through a little snow and ice to get there, but fortunately that was for only the last 10-15 miles of the trip. And thankfully I had snow tires put on the car last Saturday. Once we got to his grandmother’s house the weather cleared out within an hour, and we had decent travel for the ride home. The gathering at his grandmother’s was unusually small. The Man’s mother is one of 15 children, so typically the place is a zoo on holidays, but there were only about 20 people there yesterday, including The Man’s parents. It was nice. Neither of us needed to take any Advil by the time we left. Spent the rest of the evening trying to watch TV (namely the Dallas/Denver game and then A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving) and hating my neighbors more than usual. Their music was so loud (“How loud was it?!”), if we knew how to speak Spanish, we could’ve easily sung along with each song. The walls and floor were vibrating. It was ridiculous. The Man, in an effort to calm me, reminded me that soon, every time they play their music loudly, they’re going to get slapped with a fine. I emailed with our new butt-kicking condo manager last week about noise pollution in our building and she’s sending out a warning letter to everyone about it. If it continues after the letter, the fines will commence! Woohoo!
My incision is healing nicely, but man does my boob ache! Know it’s going to take a while to completely heal, but, OW! But it’s better than the alternative. :-) Went to see the surgeon last week and he told me that there was absolutely no sign of malignancy. YAY!!! He said I might develop more in the future and that I could have those removed as well which, to me, goes without saying.
Babs is doing incredibly well. She’s on only ¼ tablet of Salix per day now, and is taking her Enalapril like a trouper. Well, most of the time. She’s probably going to be on the Enalapril for the rest of her life. We were able to bring her back to our regular vet’s office earlier this week for her blood work and the vet we saw was the one who gave her the steroid shot. She told us she was horrified by what happened and felt like it was her fault. We both told her it was nobody’s fault. None of us had any way of knowing about her condition. The kitty cardiologist in Boston told us that cats hide heart disease very, very well and he wasn’t surprised at all by the chain of events. Think we had her feeling better by the time we left.
Here’s a recent picture of Babs and her brother, Buster. You'll notice the fur on Babs' left leg is still growing back in. That's where her IV was when she was in the hospital. She's got another shaved area on her chest. Anyway, don’t think I’ve posted any pictures of Buster here. This picture cracks us both up. Buster looks like he’s doing an old-time gangster impression – “I dumped the body in the river, see? But first I chewed his arm off so’s I could get the turkey leg away from him. Yeah, see?”
Goofy boy.
We’re hosting poker tomorrow evening. That’ll be fun. I’m making a kielbasa recipe in the slow-cooker that’s a combination of, well, kielbasa, whole berry cranberry sauce, chili sauce, brown sugar, garlic powder and I can’t remember what else right now. It’s reallllly yummy. Also going to make some of the awesome Knorr’s vegetable dip that Zee gave me the recipe for (thank you Zee!). It varies a little from what’s on the back of the box. Oh, and I’m going to make those yummy Stella D’Oro cookie thingies too.
Okay, gotta stop with the food talk. I’m drooling.
Lots more to say because I haven't really been around (and I have a TON of catching up to do on Valerie's blog and Fred's blog) but need to get some sleep. Happy day after Thanksgiving!
1. On what day do you celebrate Thanksgiving?
The fourth Thursday of November.
2. How do you traditionally celebrate this food filled holiday?
Spending the day with either my family or my boyfriend’s family eating the traditional foods – turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, butternut squash, corn, apple pie, pumpkin pie, chocolate cream pie; playing board games; watching football; reminiscing about Thanksgivings past. Zee, do you remember the pie fight in the mid to late 70’s? My memory of it was sketchy so Mom refreshed my memory – she started it!!
3. How do you like your stuffing cooked (in the bird, separately in a dish, store bought, etc.)?
My mother makes the best sausage stuffing in the world. She stuffs the bird just before she puts it into the oven. That’s the way I like it. :-)
4. What is your favorite dessert to eat on Thanksgiving and who makes it?
Mmmmm… my mother’s pumpkin pie. It’s also traditionally our Thanksgiving morning breakfast appetizer.
5. Can you name five things you are thankful for?
My family
The Man and his family (especially his parents)
Our cats (and the fact that Babs is still with us and back to her old crazy self)
Our home (in spite of our noisy, a-hole neighbors)
Employment
Belated Thanksgiving Greetings! Hope everyone had a wonderful day yesterday. We spent the day at The Man’s grandmother’s house. Had to drive through a little snow and ice to get there, but fortunately that was for only the last 10-15 miles of the trip. And thankfully I had snow tires put on the car last Saturday. Once we got to his grandmother’s house the weather cleared out within an hour, and we had decent travel for the ride home. The gathering at his grandmother’s was unusually small. The Man’s mother is one of 15 children, so typically the place is a zoo on holidays, but there were only about 20 people there yesterday, including The Man’s parents. It was nice. Neither of us needed to take any Advil by the time we left. Spent the rest of the evening trying to watch TV (namely the Dallas/Denver game and then A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving) and hating my neighbors more than usual. Their music was so loud (“How loud was it?!”), if we knew how to speak Spanish, we could’ve easily sung along with each song. The walls and floor were vibrating. It was ridiculous. The Man, in an effort to calm me, reminded me that soon, every time they play their music loudly, they’re going to get slapped with a fine. I emailed with our new butt-kicking condo manager last week about noise pollution in our building and she’s sending out a warning letter to everyone about it. If it continues after the letter, the fines will commence! Woohoo!
My incision is healing nicely, but man does my boob ache! Know it’s going to take a while to completely heal, but, OW! But it’s better than the alternative. :-) Went to see the surgeon last week and he told me that there was absolutely no sign of malignancy. YAY!!! He said I might develop more in the future and that I could have those removed as well which, to me, goes without saying.
Babs is doing incredibly well. She’s on only ¼ tablet of Salix per day now, and is taking her Enalapril like a trouper. Well, most of the time. She’s probably going to be on the Enalapril for the rest of her life. We were able to bring her back to our regular vet’s office earlier this week for her blood work and the vet we saw was the one who gave her the steroid shot. She told us she was horrified by what happened and felt like it was her fault. We both told her it was nobody’s fault. None of us had any way of knowing about her condition. The kitty cardiologist in Boston told us that cats hide heart disease very, very well and he wasn’t surprised at all by the chain of events. Think we had her feeling better by the time we left.
Here’s a recent picture of Babs and her brother, Buster. You'll notice the fur on Babs' left leg is still growing back in. That's where her IV was when she was in the hospital. She's got another shaved area on her chest. Anyway, don’t think I’ve posted any pictures of Buster here. This picture cracks us both up. Buster looks like he’s doing an old-time gangster impression – “I dumped the body in the river, see? But first I chewed his arm off so’s I could get the turkey leg away from him. Yeah, see?”
Goofy boy.
We’re hosting poker tomorrow evening. That’ll be fun. I’m making a kielbasa recipe in the slow-cooker that’s a combination of, well, kielbasa, whole berry cranberry sauce, chili sauce, brown sugar, garlic powder and I can’t remember what else right now. It’s reallllly yummy. Also going to make some of the awesome Knorr’s vegetable dip that Zee gave me the recipe for (thank you Zee!). It varies a little from what’s on the back of the box. Oh, and I’m going to make those yummy Stella D’Oro cookie thingies too.
Okay, gotta stop with the food talk. I’m drooling.
Lots more to say because I haven't really been around (and I have a TON of catching up to do on Valerie's blog and Fred's blog) but need to get some sleep. Happy day after Thanksgiving!
Friday, November 11, 2005
Another quick update
Hi, it's me. First, Babs is doing remarkably well. Many more details will come. She's so much her old self now it's wonderful.
Second, I had the fibroid in my right breast removed this morning. I'm still feeling a little loopy, nauseous and getting more sore as the day wears on, but as I told Zee, it's just a small step in an effort to keep cancer away so it's worth it.
Okay, I'm off to ice my boob and finish watching Celebrity Poker. Have a great one. :-)
Second, I had the fibroid in my right breast removed this morning. I'm still feeling a little loopy, nauseous and getting more sore as the day wears on, but as I told Zee, it's just a small step in an effort to keep cancer away so it's worth it.
Okay, I'm off to ice my boob and finish watching Celebrity Poker. Have a great one. :-)
Friday, November 04, 2005
Quick Update
My apologies for not posting this sooner, and for the fact that this is going to be short. Miss Babs is home and doing well! It took her a few days to finally come around and be herself again, but we definitely have the old Babs back right now. Yay! They did an EKG on her Monday afternoon and found that the walls of her heart are thickened so between that and the steroid shot she received to help her colitis was too much for her heart to take. She's now on insulin and a diuretic, and is going to be given another prescription next Tuesday when we take her back in for a follow-up at the clinic our vet sent us to. The new prescription is going to relax her veins, which will put less stress on her heart. Hopefully she won't be on any of these medicines a year from now. We'll just have to take it a day at a time.
Over the weekend my eyes were so puffy from crying they hurt. I was so afraid we were going to lose her.
We're beyond thrilled that she's back home! Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers!! :-)
Over the weekend my eyes were so puffy from crying they hurt. I was so afraid we were going to lose her.
We're beyond thrilled that she's back home! Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers!! :-)
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Sweet Pea
Our little Sweet Pea...
...is currently at the (best, we found out) animal hospital in Boston. Very long story short, she has congestive heart failure. I'm accepting any prayers/good thoughts that can be spared from anyone. Her prognosis is "guarded/fair" and they expect we'll be able to bring her home tomorrow. Once we get her home and things are as back to normal as they can be, maybe I can discuss the events that led to our discovery of it but right now, there's just no way I can talk about it.
Zee, I would have called to let you know, but I've had all I can do to talk to Mom & Dad without breaking down every half minute. I'll update ASAP.
...is currently at the (best, we found out) animal hospital in Boston. Very long story short, she has congestive heart failure. I'm accepting any prayers/good thoughts that can be spared from anyone. Her prognosis is "guarded/fair" and they expect we'll be able to bring her home tomorrow. Once we get her home and things are as back to normal as they can be, maybe I can discuss the events that led to our discovery of it but right now, there's just no way I can talk about it.
Zee, I would have called to let you know, but I've had all I can do to talk to Mom & Dad without breaking down every half minute. I'll update ASAP.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Know it's a few days early, but...
Happy Halloween!
Who wants to see a picture of Halloween boobies?!
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Who wants to see a picture of Halloween boobies?!
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