Showing posts with label Kittys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kittys. Show all posts
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The local menagerie
Lots of thoughts rattling around up there in my head this morning:
Son number one won a good chunk of money in a state lottery raffle...at the time he bought the tickets, I thought he was crazy-they were 20 dollars each and he bought two. He won several hundred however, and apparently I don't know what I'm talking about.
Poor, poor CrazyDog...several times in the night, she was up--wandering the apartment, click, click, click went her nails on the wood floor. I kept encouraging her to go back to bed, it was late, etc....finally, at three-thirty, she was making the strangest noise, I went to investigate, she was flipping her completely empty water bowl across the floor...I felt so bad, that never happens, apparently she had been thirsty all night...man-oh-man, we are bad dog parents. After she drank nearly half of the contents, she happily went back to the bedroom...
Speaking of being parents to unruly animals: Sunday morning, after being up for much of the night, and after Mark had gotten up and walked CrazyDog, we decided to go back to bed, after all it was only 6:30 on a weekend...so that's exactly what we did. About 8:00, there was a knock on the door...is that our cat down by the elevator? Holy crap - Mason, aka Farfield, had escaped when Mark came back in with CD, and we didn't even know it. Poor, poor Mason, he seemed pretty traumatized by his little adventure...and when we moved in here, I thought the fact that they required photos of your animals was stupid, now I must admit, I'm happy they do. I wonder if he was spotted by another resident here and then called in, because it was the leasing manager that came knocking, or if he was spotted on the ever present, always monitored cameras...but either way, I felt really stupid for not knowing that my kitty had packed his little red bandanna and put it on a stick, and hit the trail---looking for a train to hitch a ride to....where exactly?
Home today, all day...work on the damned books, I swear, I am going to, even if it harelips the governor. And it might, I have been putting this off for so long.
Mark's mom sent a check for our anniversary, it was very thoughtful of her...and now, because of that, I am getting the print of "winter trees" to hang in my new living room. I am so excited about that, as buying it for myself seemed really selfish under the current financial circumstances... Plus, this weekend is the Des Moines Art Festival and I have always wanted to go to that, so at least one of my kiddos and myself will go to that, you never know, I may find something I cannot live without to help fill the really bare wall space in here. I am really looking forward to it.
Not well this morning at all, yesterday was really bad, too. I am not sure what to do about any of it but whine about it, until I have health insurance, I just have to deal with it, not that I think there is any miracle-cure out there anyway.
I think now I'm going to cruise around a little and see what's going on your worlds...Have a very happy day!
:)
Monday, April 21, 2008
Kitty CSI
I am still alive, I worked terribly hard yesterday, and I lived to tell the tale. I have a kitty, that would be the one I refer to as #2, that almost didn't however. Poor little Meisha, she had a terribly traumatic day...she is about as curious as any cat I have ever been around, and every little thing that I pulled out and sat on the table in the kitchen, had to be inspected and approved by her. I love to watch her investigate things, she make me laugh out loud every day. Yesterday however, she really, really was on a roll, very playful, and investigative, a regular CSI. When I left the room at one point, I left a giant box of already priced glassware sitting on top of the step-stool that I had been using. I heard the most deafening crash and the unmistakable sound of glass breaking, and poor little Meisha came flying out of the rubble like she was on fire. No, nearly nothing survived. Almost every piece in that box broke in the fall from only about three feet up to the floor below. It was quite a mess, and one I had to clean up quickly before we had glass shards in little paws. Just as soon as I sat back down from that little escapade, I heard another huge crash...since the weather yesterday was finally beautiful, I had many windows wide open...once again, Meisha went flying out of the room, and I realized the window that she had been sitting in, had come crashing down, apparently nearly on top of her, poor little thing. She is apparently fine, but she was a little skittish last night, hmmmm....I wonder why?
I made a huge dent in the workload yesterday, and my body feels it this morning, OMG. There is still plenty left to do, but I have time. It is hard but it feels freeing at the same time. My house is looking a little bare, though, not really like my home anymore.
Steph (my youngest's gf) came over in the evening, and brought her sister and her new twins. I have to say those babies are beautiful. They are five weeks old, and just plain yummy. It was hard having them here, I wanted to cry at my own daughters loss a couple of months back, on the other hand, it was good for me to be with them. I held one of them for quite a while. The feeling of a baby in my arms is one that is completely natural to me, and I couldn't help myself from wishing this one was the one I should/would have been holding in a few months had things worked the way I wanted them to. But I know that God knows best. I guess that's all I have to say about that.
Janelle and Craig came over earlier in the day, they helped me a little. All in all, it was a good day, and today will be much the same. I will have Mark's help today, that will be better.
Happy Monday to you all.
I made a huge dent in the workload yesterday, and my body feels it this morning, OMG. There is still plenty left to do, but I have time. It is hard but it feels freeing at the same time. My house is looking a little bare, though, not really like my home anymore.
Steph (my youngest's gf) came over in the evening, and brought her sister and her new twins. I have to say those babies are beautiful. They are five weeks old, and just plain yummy. It was hard having them here, I wanted to cry at my own daughters loss a couple of months back, on the other hand, it was good for me to be with them. I held one of them for quite a while. The feeling of a baby in my arms is one that is completely natural to me, and I couldn't help myself from wishing this one was the one I should/would have been holding in a few months had things worked the way I wanted them to. But I know that God knows best. I guess that's all I have to say about that.
Janelle and Craig came over earlier in the day, they helped me a little. All in all, it was a good day, and today will be much the same. I will have Mark's help today, that will be better.
Happy Monday to you all.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live. ~William Shakespeare
It's three-thirty in the morning, and I didn't want to get up at this hour, but there has been a bit of a mess here in the house of the unemployed..., already, at this early hour.
I woke to the sound of glass breaking....and it was right beside me. The glass of club soda that I keep beside me when I sleep, was in pieces, on the floor. Club soda was running every which way, and so was the kitty that caused it. I can't say that it would be the first time that club soda has been spilled there, but since club soda is used as the universal stain remover on all fabrics, I don't get too upset. The glass that was covering a good portion of the area was another matter, however, and still, even after all the cleaning up I have done, I am still concerned that Miesha has a shard or two in a paw or two.
And Good Morning to you all, too. What a wonderful way to wake up, eh? No real problem, these things don't get me down too much.
I have been very busy, mostly doing nothing. Or what feels like nothing. Looking for a job on the internet is an extremely time consuming job. I have applied for what feels like thousands of jobs, and still the phone isn't exactly ringing off the hook. I have been trying to figure out why that would be...and really I don't know. My resume is okay, short, and to the point...but that is how I am. It tells enough about my work history that if the reader were seriously looking for someone with my skills, they would know that they want to know more about me, and isn't that the point of a resume? My cover letters are positive, creative and informative. My work history and job skills are good and solid...my education is lacking, but there is nothing that can be done about that, or should I say, I am not willing to do anything about that. There isn't exactly an abundance of jobs out there to do exactly what I have done in the past, but I am applying for just about anything that even remotely sounds like something that I can do. All I can surmise is that it will happen. It's very disconcerting to realize how long it takes to find a job these days, it seems that from the time you send a resume until the interview phone call can be weeks. I have a couple of things in the works still and I feel certain that several that I have applied for in the past week will result in at least an interview. In the meantime, I am losing it. And I'm getting damned good at it, I might add. The bowling alley manager job that I applied for has been filled by someone else. I knew after that telephone interview that the company had an issue with the Ice Cream Store, to them-it was a conflict of interest. I found that rather strange as bowling alley's and ice cream shops have little in common, and never mind the fact that they are an hour apart, but the interviewer told me that right up front. The F and I sales position that I interviewed for last week won't be filled until late next week, for whatever reason, they were putting the decision off until then, apparently the regional manager was going to be on vacation. So, I keep doing my part, waiting for God to do his.
I am trying to be a productive, positive, likeable person...and that's really more of a challenge than it should be. I am a nervous wreck, and I know it. Mark and I are not exactly going along at peak performance...he is being a bit of a jerk and that's really unlike him. He is having the same issues that I am...the two of us together are a lethal combination.
So, it's a good thing that the Ice Cream Store is opening tomorrow. We were there all yesterday afternoon with Craig, (who is going to be the new manager this year), getting things ready to go. I think he will do a fine job, and I honestly think he is somewhat excited with his new role and title...and I intend to let him do it. He has to learn, and I will be around to help him with that, but the best lessons are the hardest ones sometimes, and I am going to let him handle it.
And so, another day begins. I have places to go, people to see...oh wait, that was my old life.
Have a good day.
I woke to the sound of glass breaking....and it was right beside me. The glass of club soda that I keep beside me when I sleep, was in pieces, on the floor. Club soda was running every which way, and so was the kitty that caused it. I can't say that it would be the first time that club soda has been spilled there, but since club soda is used as the universal stain remover on all fabrics, I don't get too upset. The glass that was covering a good portion of the area was another matter, however, and still, even after all the cleaning up I have done, I am still concerned that Miesha has a shard or two in a paw or two.
And Good Morning to you all, too. What a wonderful way to wake up, eh? No real problem, these things don't get me down too much.
I have been very busy, mostly doing nothing. Or what feels like nothing. Looking for a job on the internet is an extremely time consuming job. I have applied for what feels like thousands of jobs, and still the phone isn't exactly ringing off the hook. I have been trying to figure out why that would be...and really I don't know. My resume is okay, short, and to the point...but that is how I am. It tells enough about my work history that if the reader were seriously looking for someone with my skills, they would know that they want to know more about me, and isn't that the point of a resume? My cover letters are positive, creative and informative. My work history and job skills are good and solid...my education is lacking, but there is nothing that can be done about that, or should I say, I am not willing to do anything about that. There isn't exactly an abundance of jobs out there to do exactly what I have done in the past, but I am applying for just about anything that even remotely sounds like something that I can do. All I can surmise is that it will happen. It's very disconcerting to realize how long it takes to find a job these days, it seems that from the time you send a resume until the interview phone call can be weeks. I have a couple of things in the works still and I feel certain that several that I have applied for in the past week will result in at least an interview. In the meantime, I am losing it. And I'm getting damned good at it, I might add. The bowling alley manager job that I applied for has been filled by someone else. I knew after that telephone interview that the company had an issue with the Ice Cream Store, to them-it was a conflict of interest. I found that rather strange as bowling alley's and ice cream shops have little in common, and never mind the fact that they are an hour apart, but the interviewer told me that right up front. The F and I sales position that I interviewed for last week won't be filled until late next week, for whatever reason, they were putting the decision off until then, apparently the regional manager was going to be on vacation. So, I keep doing my part, waiting for God to do his.
I am trying to be a productive, positive, likeable person...and that's really more of a challenge than it should be. I am a nervous wreck, and I know it. Mark and I are not exactly going along at peak performance...he is being a bit of a jerk and that's really unlike him. He is having the same issues that I am...the two of us together are a lethal combination.
So, it's a good thing that the Ice Cream Store is opening tomorrow. We were there all yesterday afternoon with Craig, (who is going to be the new manager this year), getting things ready to go. I think he will do a fine job, and I honestly think he is somewhat excited with his new role and title...and I intend to let him do it. He has to learn, and I will be around to help him with that, but the best lessons are the hardest ones sometimes, and I am going to let him handle it.
And so, another day begins. I have places to go, people to see...oh wait, that was my old life.
Have a good day.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
The best is yet to come
February 7th 2008. Happy birthday to my child - my beautiful daughter, Janelle. She is now thirty minus two. Her words-not mine. I know the events of late are making her feel like this birthday is something to be ignored, but how can I do that? She is my baby. There won't be much partying done today, lunch out, perhaps a cake fairy will bring one in to the job today...but this weekend, it's another trip to the Red Lobster, (oh darn), with a friend or two of hers (and mine) along with the family. I have nothing to give to her gift-wise, she already has purchased her plane ticket south and that is from me. This is going to be her year though, just wait and see. It can only go up from here...the best is yet to come.
Life in the real world is getting me down - and I'm not referring to the obvious here, I don't mean the events of the past few weeks. I am talking about the WEATHER. The weather. The stupid winter from hell, that will not let up. To quote a blogging friend of mine that lives one state over to the west: "It will not quit fucking snowing." I really, really, REALLY have had it with the weather this year. I know, it's weather. It's only the weather. I hate to listen to old people talk about the damned weather. I guess I am getting old - because I cannot have a conversation recently, where the weather does not come up. I hear myself chiming right in...on a subject that is really the most boring, ridiculous thing ever to discuss. But it won't stop. fucking. snowing. Iowa is known for being one of the most extreme weather states-if you don't like the weather here, wait an hour or two, it will change. But give me a break! I seriously cannot take much more. Currently, if CrazyDog wants to walk beyond the shoveled area that is available to her, she has to hop like a rabbit. Front legs, back legs, front legs, back legs...because the snow is taller than she is. I cannot have a clean floor anywhere in my house - and it isn't because I don't try. I think this may be the one that really does do me in. It is affecting everyone's mood, everyone's life....oh hell, I cannot take much more. I think a visit to a place that is warm in the VERY near future may be on my agenda. I have got to have a break. HAVE TO. Are you listening husband? Okay, so enough of that...
It looks like the sale of the business that I work for will take place in March. So, that will probably mean that I will be unemployed by the end of March. That thought both excites and terrifies me. I have got to get busy with the task of finding something else, very soon. As much as I would like to take a break from working, it's not really too realistic to think that I can. The bills - you know. Got to bring in the money, so I can keep everyone happy...mostly the creditors. I have really tried to imagine my life without that place, and it's impossible. I have had every part of my world wrapped around that car dealership for so long, that I am completely unable to even imagine any other way. I keep telling myself that the right thing will present itself...and it may. With my help, of course. I am still somewhat buried on my current job, and it takes all I have to manage that. I have no idea how I will ever have the strength to look for something else. The ice cream store is due to open in one month. The future of that place is rather uncertain, too. I have no idea who will be running that show this year, but I'm sure that I will have to have a hand in it, and the idea of that makes me want to cry. I suppose it will all work out, but for a person like me, who needs their whole life mapped out in front of them, this is torture.
And it's tax time once again. Oh how I love the IRS. They take half my pay, and then want more in April. I think I should be able to claim my adult children...I still pay out the nose for them, why not? And CrazyDog. And kitty #1 and #2. They all cost a fortune. I want social security numbers for them---do you think that would work? I need to get busy with the taxes, I do them for so many...myself, all my kids including GF, owners girlfriend at work, an employee here or there...help!
This will be a long day for me...we are open from eight to eight. I am not looking forward to it, for some reason, I am not feeling all that great. I think I am just tired, but pain is becoming my friend once again...
I hope that you have a good, good Thursday. If you are living somewhere where it isn't cold and doesn't snow, get outside, for me. :)
Spellcheck - where the hell are you?
Life in the real world is getting me down - and I'm not referring to the obvious here, I don't mean the events of the past few weeks. I am talking about the WEATHER. The weather. The stupid winter from hell, that will not let up. To quote a blogging friend of mine that lives one state over to the west: "It will not quit fucking snowing." I really, really, REALLY have had it with the weather this year. I know, it's weather. It's only the weather. I hate to listen to old people talk about the damned weather. I guess I am getting old - because I cannot have a conversation recently, where the weather does not come up. I hear myself chiming right in...on a subject that is really the most boring, ridiculous thing ever to discuss. But it won't stop. fucking. snowing. Iowa is known for being one of the most extreme weather states-if you don't like the weather here, wait an hour or two, it will change. But give me a break! I seriously cannot take much more. Currently, if CrazyDog wants to walk beyond the shoveled area that is available to her, she has to hop like a rabbit. Front legs, back legs, front legs, back legs...because the snow is taller than she is. I cannot have a clean floor anywhere in my house - and it isn't because I don't try. I think this may be the one that really does do me in. It is affecting everyone's mood, everyone's life....oh hell, I cannot take much more. I think a visit to a place that is warm in the VERY near future may be on my agenda. I have got to have a break. HAVE TO. Are you listening husband? Okay, so enough of that...
It looks like the sale of the business that I work for will take place in March. So, that will probably mean that I will be unemployed by the end of March. That thought both excites and terrifies me. I have got to get busy with the task of finding something else, very soon. As much as I would like to take a break from working, it's not really too realistic to think that I can. The bills - you know. Got to bring in the money, so I can keep everyone happy...mostly the creditors. I have really tried to imagine my life without that place, and it's impossible. I have had every part of my world wrapped around that car dealership for so long, that I am completely unable to even imagine any other way. I keep telling myself that the right thing will present itself...and it may. With my help, of course. I am still somewhat buried on my current job, and it takes all I have to manage that. I have no idea how I will ever have the strength to look for something else. The ice cream store is due to open in one month. The future of that place is rather uncertain, too. I have no idea who will be running that show this year, but I'm sure that I will have to have a hand in it, and the idea of that makes me want to cry. I suppose it will all work out, but for a person like me, who needs their whole life mapped out in front of them, this is torture.
And it's tax time once again. Oh how I love the IRS. They take half my pay, and then want more in April. I think I should be able to claim my adult children...I still pay out the nose for them, why not? And CrazyDog. And kitty #1 and #2. They all cost a fortune. I want social security numbers for them---do you think that would work? I need to get busy with the taxes, I do them for so many...myself, all my kids including GF, owners girlfriend at work, an employee here or there...help!
This will be a long day for me...we are open from eight to eight. I am not looking forward to it, for some reason, I am not feeling all that great. I think I am just tired, but pain is becoming my friend once again...
I hope that you have a good, good Thursday. If you are living somewhere where it isn't cold and doesn't snow, get outside, for me. :)
Spellcheck - where the hell are you?
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Ain't no sunshine
I worked from home yesterday and you ought to see my desk - it looks as sad as my office at work! I am a real neat freak but lately, if it has to do with my job, it looks like a typhoon went right through it.
The more I watch the elections and caucus's, the more confused I become. Apparently I am not alone, as no one predicted the correct outcome in New Hampshire.
I slept with a kitty 1 on my head for awhile last night, until I felt the sweetest pat, pat, pat on my cheek. I didn't move, and I just waited. There it was again, pat, pat, pat---so I looked up at him and asked him what was up- couldn't he sleep? Want to talk? He must have, we were awake for awhile together...I'm kidding you guys, I really was already awake, I am NOT that far gone, but close. But it was really sweet.
I am back to the real work world today, back at the garage, owner will be in KC buying cars. In fact, I think H and OS will be there driving them back as well. I no longer look forward to working there, or working in general, I suppose because my future there is over, along with the fact that going to work these days creates more pain. I just know that I want to go back in time when I loved my job and didn't hurt every second of every day.
D has been feeling pretty well, a little nauseated from time to time but nothing horrible. I think that in itself is pretty miraculous - I believe I puked my way from month 1 to 6 when I was pregnant with her. That is something I am happy about, it's hard enough to be in her shoes right now, she doesn't need that to make it worse.
H talked with the realtor yesterday, and the buyers financing has come through just fine. I believe all we are waiting on is the termite inspection, and I know there are no issues there. As far as we know, the rental house is sold. But until I have the check in hand, I consider it for sale. Life has kicked my butt one too many times in the past, and I don't count my chickens or my eggs or whatever the hell the saying is. I've seen lots of cars sell too, only to see the brake lights come on before the end of the driveway....
I need a night out, or a good drunk - although I don't ever drink to that point, so shall I say a good buzz? I need something...to lighten the load just a little. I am feeling rotten, physically and mentally and nothing looks good right now. I often get this way this time of year, so I know it passes, but this year its worse than ever. I am sure it has to do with constant pain in my neck, arms and hands. I am able to walk however, and I feel guilty for feeling less than grateful for that. Perhaps a night on the town would do me some good? It probably couldn't do me any bad. So, with that--
I will talk to you all later. I hope your Wednesday is the best ever!
The more I watch the elections and caucus's, the more confused I become. Apparently I am not alone, as no one predicted the correct outcome in New Hampshire.
I slept with a kitty 1 on my head for awhile last night, until I felt the sweetest pat, pat, pat on my cheek. I didn't move, and I just waited. There it was again, pat, pat, pat---so I looked up at him and asked him what was up- couldn't he sleep? Want to talk? He must have, we were awake for awhile together...I'm kidding you guys, I really was already awake, I am NOT that far gone, but close. But it was really sweet.
I am back to the real work world today, back at the garage, owner will be in KC buying cars. In fact, I think H and OS will be there driving them back as well. I no longer look forward to working there, or working in general, I suppose because my future there is over, along with the fact that going to work these days creates more pain. I just know that I want to go back in time when I loved my job and didn't hurt every second of every day.
D has been feeling pretty well, a little nauseated from time to time but nothing horrible. I think that in itself is pretty miraculous - I believe I puked my way from month 1 to 6 when I was pregnant with her. That is something I am happy about, it's hard enough to be in her shoes right now, she doesn't need that to make it worse.
H talked with the realtor yesterday, and the buyers financing has come through just fine. I believe all we are waiting on is the termite inspection, and I know there are no issues there. As far as we know, the rental house is sold. But until I have the check in hand, I consider it for sale. Life has kicked my butt one too many times in the past, and I don't count my chickens or my eggs or whatever the hell the saying is. I've seen lots of cars sell too, only to see the brake lights come on before the end of the driveway....
I need a night out, or a good drunk - although I don't ever drink to that point, so shall I say a good buzz? I need something...to lighten the load just a little. I am feeling rotten, physically and mentally and nothing looks good right now. I often get this way this time of year, so I know it passes, but this year its worse than ever. I am sure it has to do with constant pain in my neck, arms and hands. I am able to walk however, and I feel guilty for feeling less than grateful for that. Perhaps a night on the town would do me some good? It probably couldn't do me any bad. So, with that--
I will talk to you all later. I hope your Wednesday is the best ever!
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
A day of indecision, and not knowing any damned thing
Because I am up to my neck in numbers, and that would be the neck that is killing me by the way, I thought I would take a quick break from working and write a quick post. I am working from home today, and wouldn't it just figure, that would be THE day that the owner would be in a meeting with new buyer/accountant, and need every freaking number and figure that I DON'T have here with me? Talk about a little bit of a confusing morning...he is at the accountants office, I am at home, and everything I need is in my office at the dealership. So that begins a morning full of phone calls, from him to me, and me to my assistant. Then my assistant to me, and me back to him. Holy crap. "No, I don't know the exact number for this or remember the exact date on that. No, I can't print that schedule here, but I will print it from here and it will print there and my assistant can call with the numbers." Ack...there was no planning here, or I would have been in my office, hell-he would have been armed with the numbers had I known he was going. He tells me he didn't know, either. A surprise meeting? What a surprise! Damn, as much as I don't want it to, apparently this is really happening. It seems that owner would rather bury his head in this whole deal, too. Interesting, to say the least...but that often is how he deals with things, big things, scary things...and then it all magically works out for him. I hope for that outcome for me, too. I suppose that's enough about all of that.
It's snowing/no raining/no icing/no snowing today. Apparently, the jury is out on the type of precipitation we are getting right now...just yesterday it was more than fifty degrees. Damn, I liked that better.
I like working from here, it's quieter, at least it is when the phone isn't ringing every three minutes. The Kitty's like to walk in front of my computer though, and they don't understand that they can't have all my attention. CrazyDog has been pretty quiet, though. She asked to go out a time or two but once I told her it was raining, she decided that she wasn't getting wet and laid down.
I'm getting tired already...when will I be back to a normal workday?
Have a good rest of Tuesday friends! Later.
It's snowing/no raining/no icing/no snowing today. Apparently, the jury is out on the type of precipitation we are getting right now...just yesterday it was more than fifty degrees. Damn, I liked that better.
I like working from here, it's quieter, at least it is when the phone isn't ringing every three minutes. The Kitty's like to walk in front of my computer though, and they don't understand that they can't have all my attention. CrazyDog has been pretty quiet, though. She asked to go out a time or two but once I told her it was raining, she decided that she wasn't getting wet and laid down.
I'm getting tired already...when will I be back to a normal workday?
Have a good rest of Tuesday friends! Later.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Dream a little dream of me..
My neck is now naked! No more brace for me kiddos, in fact, Mr doctorman thought I was doing just fine. He said it is too soon for physical therapy, I see him again in 4 weeks, and maybe at that time we could discuss it. I have a few restrictions, but nothing major. I can drive again! I can be normal again--well, as normal as I ever was, that is. Hallelujah!
It's interesting, though how my neck lights up like a Christmas tree on the X-rays...and according to my very smart daughter who worked for the airlines for some time, I may need to get a card of some kind from him on the next visit for travel, as titanium or not, it is highly possible that I could make the bells and whistles go off at the airports now and there is no way I can pull that out for them to run through the scanners.
So I spent the day yesterday and the night last night without the brace and surprisingly, it hurts without it, too. But that's okay, I suspect that might be from lack of use, or part of it anyway. Kitty number one had to be moved off of my head in the night, not once but twice, and he's rather unhappy about that this morning. H and I had some running around to to in the city yesterday after the doctor visit, and I cannot tell you how wonderful it felt to be walking, and also without the brace. Heaven, that's what it is...it's heaven.
I'm back to the job today, and hopefully back to the regular hours. I have loads and tons and unbelievable amounts of work to do. The end of the year...oh my. If I am not here as much as usual, please know why. I may just drown in my work...but I am just so damned grateful that I am able to do it, I could cry.
You all have a great Thursday. I will catch you back here later!
It's interesting, though how my neck lights up like a Christmas tree on the X-rays...and according to my very smart daughter who worked for the airlines for some time, I may need to get a card of some kind from him on the next visit for travel, as titanium or not, it is highly possible that I could make the bells and whistles go off at the airports now and there is no way I can pull that out for them to run through the scanners.
So I spent the day yesterday and the night last night without the brace and surprisingly, it hurts without it, too. But that's okay, I suspect that might be from lack of use, or part of it anyway. Kitty number one had to be moved off of my head in the night, not once but twice, and he's rather unhappy about that this morning. H and I had some running around to to in the city yesterday after the doctor visit, and I cannot tell you how wonderful it felt to be walking, and also without the brace. Heaven, that's what it is...it's heaven.
I'm back to the job today, and hopefully back to the regular hours. I have loads and tons and unbelievable amounts of work to do. The end of the year...oh my. If I am not here as much as usual, please know why. I may just drown in my work...but I am just so damned grateful that I am able to do it, I could cry.
You all have a great Thursday. I will catch you back here later!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Kentucky Woman
I think I may have taken a turn. I feel better-not healed, not great, but better. I just am better. And thankful. It's funny, this has been such an ordeal...long, painful and just plain crappy. I know it's not over yet, but I can almost tell you the exact moment that it turned around and started going the right direction. The human body is strange, isn't it?
I am so very tired of the Iowa caucus stories, and they are still four days away. Do you know what caucusing means? I looked it up, wanted to know a little more about it. What a strange way of standing up and being counted, literally, geez...I don't live in an area that's large enough to hold one, so I would have to go to who-knows-where, and I am not going to participate, but I certainly think it would be an interesting thing to see. I was taught that voting and being involved in the political process in not a right, it's an absolute responsibility, and I have never been as confused and literally dumbfounded as I am this year. I have always voted on a straight party ticket, at least pretty much so, but the lines are no longer clear, and the parties are no longer separate, and the candidates are no longer even worthy, sadly, and while I know that someone will be elected, and I HAVE to vote, I cannot at this time, make a choice-even just in my own mind. I realize the candidates will be narrowed down to two and that will make the job easier, it certainly will not make it any better. I have done my homework and I am not impressed. I have never liked those that complain for the sake of just that, if you want to bitch then give me a plan to make it better, too. Sadly, I cannot do that, either. At this time, all I can do is bitch. I see no way of changing this sad state of affairs anytime soon. This country was founded on freedom and the very root of that freedom is electing our leaders. I will still do that job and be proud of it. But I certainly feel for anyone that has the task of attempting to clean up the mess that has been made. I am still proud to be an American, and this is still the greatest nation in the world. I certainly hope that whomever inherits this huge job of cleaning up after this administration, can make some sort of progress toward a unified good. I suppose that's enough said...
H an I actually went out last night and had some fun. I can't tell you how great it was to be out, and walking! We got back home early, and then I actually slept for about seven hours. I think I may be a new person today.
I woke up to a little Deep Purple this morning, Kentucky Woman...I have to confess I heard it in the car yesterday afternoon, I guess that's why it's in my mind.
Now I think Kitty 1 is getting the cold that Kitty 2 is now over. He is sneezing and crabby...but then he is crabby all the time...but it certainly hasn't affected his appetite any.
D is not feeling well either. I think she is going to have a really long nine months. I think we are ALL going to have a really long nine months. Right now, she has a bad cold, and that sucks when you are pregnant.
I think I should get up and do something today. I have been sitting here long enough. I want to get all the Christmas put away, I don't know if I'm energetic enough for that today, or if I'll wait until Tuesday. I've always heard that it should be left up until the new year, that it's bad luck if it isn't. I know I don't want any more bad luck---Tuesday is looking better all the time.
Have a great Sunday!
I am so very tired of the Iowa caucus stories, and they are still four days away. Do you know what caucusing means? I looked it up, wanted to know a little more about it. What a strange way of standing up and being counted, literally, geez...I don't live in an area that's large enough to hold one, so I would have to go to who-knows-where, and I am not going to participate, but I certainly think it would be an interesting thing to see. I was taught that voting and being involved in the political process in not a right, it's an absolute responsibility, and I have never been as confused and literally dumbfounded as I am this year. I have always voted on a straight party ticket, at least pretty much so, but the lines are no longer clear, and the parties are no longer separate, and the candidates are no longer even worthy, sadly, and while I know that someone will be elected, and I HAVE to vote, I cannot at this time, make a choice-even just in my own mind. I realize the candidates will be narrowed down to two and that will make the job easier, it certainly will not make it any better. I have done my homework and I am not impressed. I have never liked those that complain for the sake of just that, if you want to bitch then give me a plan to make it better, too. Sadly, I cannot do that, either. At this time, all I can do is bitch. I see no way of changing this sad state of affairs anytime soon. This country was founded on freedom and the very root of that freedom is electing our leaders. I will still do that job and be proud of it. But I certainly feel for anyone that has the task of attempting to clean up the mess that has been made. I am still proud to be an American, and this is still the greatest nation in the world. I certainly hope that whomever inherits this huge job of cleaning up after this administration, can make some sort of progress toward a unified good. I suppose that's enough said...
H an I actually went out last night and had some fun. I can't tell you how great it was to be out, and walking! We got back home early, and then I actually slept for about seven hours. I think I may be a new person today.
I woke up to a little Deep Purple this morning, Kentucky Woman...I have to confess I heard it in the car yesterday afternoon, I guess that's why it's in my mind.
Now I think Kitty 1 is getting the cold that Kitty 2 is now over. He is sneezing and crabby...but then he is crabby all the time...but it certainly hasn't affected his appetite any.
D is not feeling well either. I think she is going to have a really long nine months. I think we are ALL going to have a really long nine months. Right now, she has a bad cold, and that sucks when you are pregnant.
I think I should get up and do something today. I have been sitting here long enough. I want to get all the Christmas put away, I don't know if I'm energetic enough for that today, or if I'll wait until Tuesday. I've always heard that it should be left up until the new year, that it's bad luck if it isn't. I know I don't want any more bad luck---Tuesday is looking better all the time.
Have a great Sunday!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
There's a new kid in town
UPDATED***
Holy crap, I woke up at 1:30! One thirty in the blessed am! And I am up for the day...too much pain in my neck to sleep any longer. UGH. This day will be one long sucker. Some of you are just going to bed...I feel like a newborn, with my days and nights all mixed up. Good Heavens. I worked yesterday though, and it was hard on me. I was there until three thirty, and that was too much. When will I be able to work like I used to? I have worked sixty plus hours for years, it is the only life I know. I did get many things caught up and finished, but I wish I could tell you all how messed up my work is. I don't like "living on the edge", just making the deadlines, or in some cases, not making it at all. I am not that kind of person. I am ultra organized, on top of everything...right now, if any of you were to ask me about a vehicle on my lot, I couldn't tell you a thing about it. Hell, I couldn't tell you if it WAS on my lot. How's that for an effective general manager? I have a couple of fairly new employees that have no idea the kind of manager I used to be. They think I just suck in general, and that just really pisses me off. Who's fault would that be? Well my own, of course. I am trying to get back to the old me, but it's sure taking longer than I ever thought it would. Sometimes I think that person is gone forever. :(
I have apparently offended kitty 1 and kitty 2 recently. They seem to want little to do with me now--since I had everyone here over Christmas, and have been going back to work. They don't like crowds of people in the house, and they have been spoiled for so long having me home with them every day...I guess they are holding several things against me. They will have little to do with me now, I find them sleeping upstairs in the guest room or in my bedroom when no one is here. At night, it's any one's guess where they sleep, but it's no longer with me. Cats are funny little shits, I know Kitty 1 is obviously mad at me, I call his name he turns his head the other way, in typical "pissed off cat" fashion. Damned if I know what I did. Hmmmm...I suppose he'll get over it eventually. Kitty 2 is still mad about the pink medicine being shoved down her throat twice a day, but I figure better pissed off than pneumonia, and she'll eventually get that out of her system, and still love me. Who knows? THIS is why I love dogs....
I am hoping I begin to feel better before it's time to go to work. I will not have a very good day if not, and I don't expect it will be a very long day, either. Dammit--when will I be able to hold up my end of the deal? Owner is going to be in Detroit all day today, I really need to be there...This is me, frustrated.
I hope that whatever you all are doing today, that it is a great Thursday for you. I will settle for one that allows me to work for just a few hours. Later.
Okay, so I am working from home today. And that pisses me off. EVERYTHING is pissing me off today...I know, I was told I would have days that seemed like I was going backward, and that this surgery would literally take months to heal, but you know what? I didn't believe it, because I can generally do what I want physically, when I want. Until recently, and frankly--I have had just about enough of this shit. I work a day, I have to take a day at home. Heaven forbid I may shop or cook or clean, holeee shit. I can get up and hobble around again, even walk normally a little, but my legs are shaking uncontrollably, and I won't make it far. Dammit. So here I sit, in front of my computer, working, and yes, I have enough to do, that's the understatment of the year, but I'm in so much pain I had to take pills, and you all know what kind of work pillville produces... And while I'm bitching here, why can't our president say nuclear? Later.
Holy crap, I woke up at 1:30! One thirty in the blessed am! And I am up for the day...too much pain in my neck to sleep any longer. UGH. This day will be one long sucker. Some of you are just going to bed...I feel like a newborn, with my days and nights all mixed up. Good Heavens. I worked yesterday though, and it was hard on me. I was there until three thirty, and that was too much. When will I be able to work like I used to? I have worked sixty plus hours for years, it is the only life I know. I did get many things caught up and finished, but I wish I could tell you all how messed up my work is. I don't like "living on the edge", just making the deadlines, or in some cases, not making it at all. I am not that kind of person. I am ultra organized, on top of everything...right now, if any of you were to ask me about a vehicle on my lot, I couldn't tell you a thing about it. Hell, I couldn't tell you if it WAS on my lot. How's that for an effective general manager? I have a couple of fairly new employees that have no idea the kind of manager I used to be. They think I just suck in general, and that just really pisses me off. Who's fault would that be? Well my own, of course. I am trying to get back to the old me, but it's sure taking longer than I ever thought it would. Sometimes I think that person is gone forever. :(
I have apparently offended kitty 1 and kitty 2 recently. They seem to want little to do with me now--since I had everyone here over Christmas, and have been going back to work. They don't like crowds of people in the house, and they have been spoiled for so long having me home with them every day...I guess they are holding several things against me. They will have little to do with me now, I find them sleeping upstairs in the guest room or in my bedroom when no one is here. At night, it's any one's guess where they sleep, but it's no longer with me. Cats are funny little shits, I know Kitty 1 is obviously mad at me, I call his name he turns his head the other way, in typical "pissed off cat" fashion. Damned if I know what I did. Hmmmm...I suppose he'll get over it eventually. Kitty 2 is still mad about the pink medicine being shoved down her throat twice a day, but I figure better pissed off than pneumonia, and she'll eventually get that out of her system, and still love me. Who knows? THIS is why I love dogs....
I am hoping I begin to feel better before it's time to go to work. I will not have a very good day if not, and I don't expect it will be a very long day, either. Dammit--when will I be able to hold up my end of the deal? Owner is going to be in Detroit all day today, I really need to be there...This is me, frustrated.
I hope that whatever you all are doing today, that it is a great Thursday for you. I will settle for one that allows me to work for just a few hours. Later.
Okay, so I am working from home today. And that pisses me off. EVERYTHING is pissing me off today...I know, I was told I would have days that seemed like I was going backward, and that this surgery would literally take months to heal, but you know what? I didn't believe it, because I can generally do what I want physically, when I want. Until recently, and frankly--I have had just about enough of this shit. I work a day, I have to take a day at home. Heaven forbid I may shop or cook or clean, holeee shit. I can get up and hobble around again, even walk normally a little, but my legs are shaking uncontrollably, and I won't make it far. Dammit. So here I sit, in front of my computer, working, and yes, I have enough to do, that's the understatment of the year, but I'm in so much pain I had to take pills, and you all know what kind of work pillville produces... And while I'm bitching here, why can't our president say nuclear? Later.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....
Today, let's talk about the wasted energy involved in wrapping Christmas gifts, shall we? Not that I have done any of that this year, but it is a subject near and dear to my heart, as I will be engrossed in that very thing for at least the next 24 hours. If I should find myself able to move at some point today, that is. Oh holy Christmas fruitcake, I have hurt myself---doing waaaaay too much, please no need to remind me that I wasn't supposed to do that, (sort of like closing the barn door after all the horses have escaped, you know). I worked until 3:30, which was longer than I had planned, and longer than the Dr told me I should, but I can't really say I was working all that time, it had been so long since I had seen anyone, I spent quite a while catching up with them...and everyone had to talk and comment on the fact that I was WALKING, the last time any of them had seen me, I was in bad shape, still in the chair. Then we had the long drive to the city and then---you all know how hard it is to shop this time of year, to park, to find what you want, IF you know what you want...it was just a long, long night. And then, to top it all off, we had to deal with the mother of all fog's on the way home...and it was nearly midnight before I saw the welcome sight of my own brick barn. Ugh. Once I got here, I could barely get out of the car and I was shot, all the way through.
Needless to say, this morning, I am not ambulatory. Not in the least. I am in big pain,I was unable to sleep for that very reason, so I am mucho-tiredo on top of it all. Work was in my plan for the day, but I'm here to tell you, that is not happening. I am once again, living in pill-ville, and unable to accomplish anything. Damn.
Kitty's are not happy with me this morning, well at least Miesha isn't. She is the one that is actually sick, though, so I think her unhappy status has more to do with that than anything. Well that, and H and I trying to shove cold, pink medicine down her throat at twelve thirty this morning. Did you know that cats will not open their mouths for any reason when they are not in the mood? I didn't, but I am learning. She wasn't buying into it, and I got tired of fighting with her. No wonder she hates me now, but a call to the vet is in order today, as I am not going to fight her twice a day only to lose. She got a shot of antibiotics yesterday for the virus she has, and it's a good thing...as she will be late on any additional medication. I am used to dogs, and I know all the dog tricks, namely, when you have had enough cajoling and arguing, force it down them, and you will persevere. Cats are not the same.
Christmas countdown...so much to do...so little time. Another huge ice/snowstorm on the way today, only this time a lot of wind thrown in for blizzard and white out conditions...yes, we needed another weather problem on the weekend before Christmas. This now makes four Saturdays in a row. Wonderful, just wonderful. Bring it on, I say or in other words, can't dance, too fat to fly.
I have a grocery list as long as my arm. Or, I would if I wasn't in pill-ville today, I have to pull it together and think, woman, think. Poor, poor H. I am the luckiest woman, I am aware, that he will go and fight the crowds this morning, which I assume will be doubly bad, as it is the last weekend before the holiday, and also just before a big storm. Holy Christmas cheesecake, I shudder just thinking about the mess he will face today, while I sit here is my warm house...
I guess I will go and lay down. I am in pain kiddos...and the pills are not helping this morning. Legs, arms, neck. Damn. I hope each of you have some kind of a peaceful day today as you all try, like me, to get your holiday all wrapped up. Have a really, really good Saturday. :)
Friday, December 21, 2007
Oo-oh, I'll bet you're wonderin' how I knew...
Friday. Back to work day. I don't know how I feel about that. I thought I would be all excited and happy to go back, but there has been some kind of transformation in me, and at this time in my life, I don't think it's a good one....sitting on the couch with my kitty's has been very, very nice. A luxury I cannot afford, unfortunately. So, it's back to the barrage of issues and problems and day to day trials and tribs...
And speaking of my job, I have heard through the grapevine that the buyer that was ridiculously low on his cash offer is now not so ridiculous. So, it looks like I WILL be out of work very soon, for real. I don't know how I feel about that, other than scared to death. I have to bring in a certain amount of money....and that's a pretty high amount. One that I am quite capable of earning, if I move to the city. I suppose it will all work out, but it does unnerve me, and this is a rotten time of year to be unnerved. I tried to talk to owner about it, but you all know him, he was too busy. I will talk to him today. Not being treated that way would certainly be nice, I have to admit.
Meisha, or kitty #2, has developed quite a cold. So, she is off to the vet today. And they are both behind on their annual whatevers, so they will both go today, actually. Poor little things, one is sneezing uncontrollably, and both will hate me by tonight. That is the one thing that I dislike about cats---the grudges they hold. Neither will talk to me tonight---hell, probably for the next few days. H is the one actually taking them, I am so grateful that he is the kind that will take the pets the the Dr...he is so good about things like that.
Tonight, or later this afternoon, after I have worked several hours anyway, I have to go back to the city and finish my shopping. Ugh. I really won't want to I know I won't feel like it, but I am out of time. Tomorrow, another storm---6 to 8 more inches of snow, and I don't want to fight a trip to the city then, Sunday- I have to clean house with H and try and bake a few things, and I still haven't wrapped one gift! Monday, I work until noon and then I have a huge dinner to prepare. That is it, time is up. So tonight is it. I will be glad to have it finished. I cannot believe that it is all upon us, where have I been? Sitting here, on my butt, in painpill-ville. teehee. Now, that is funny!
Have a good Friday, everyone. I'm out.
And speaking of my job, I have heard through the grapevine that the buyer that was ridiculously low on his cash offer is now not so ridiculous. So, it looks like I WILL be out of work very soon, for real. I don't know how I feel about that, other than scared to death. I have to bring in a certain amount of money....and that's a pretty high amount. One that I am quite capable of earning, if I move to the city. I suppose it will all work out, but it does unnerve me, and this is a rotten time of year to be unnerved. I tried to talk to owner about it, but you all know him, he was too busy. I will talk to him today. Not being treated that way would certainly be nice, I have to admit.
Meisha, or kitty #2, has developed quite a cold. So, she is off to the vet today. And they are both behind on their annual whatevers, so they will both go today, actually. Poor little things, one is sneezing uncontrollably, and both will hate me by tonight. That is the one thing that I dislike about cats---the grudges they hold. Neither will talk to me tonight---hell, probably for the next few days. H is the one actually taking them, I am so grateful that he is the kind that will take the pets the the Dr...he is so good about things like that.
Tonight, or later this afternoon, after I have worked several hours anyway, I have to go back to the city and finish my shopping. Ugh. I really won't want to I know I won't feel like it, but I am out of time. Tomorrow, another storm---6 to 8 more inches of snow, and I don't want to fight a trip to the city then, Sunday- I have to clean house with H and try and bake a few things, and I still haven't wrapped one gift! Monday, I work until noon and then I have a huge dinner to prepare. That is it, time is up. So tonight is it. I will be glad to have it finished. I cannot believe that it is all upon us, where have I been? Sitting here, on my butt, in painpill-ville. teehee. Now, that is funny!
Have a good Friday, everyone. I'm out.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Go with it
And so, today it is 36 degrees outside, and the sun is shining. The ice is falling from the trees, finally, and the noise is making the cats and CrazyDog nervous. It's almost funny---just as soon as they settle back down, another splat...and once again, they jump up to see what all the fuss is about. I have the front door wide open, and the furnace blowing full blast, but damn, fresh air HAS to be had sometimes.
OS came to visit earlier today, on his way to the chiropractor. That cheered me. I am trying to change my lowly attitude, I know it's not in the right place. A shower helped of course, they always do...I have been up some, trying to tidy things up a little, even though everything is in its place, the old house looks sort of un-loved, or maybe it's just me....but I did do some dusting, and re-arranging. Mostly just putzing. That tired me out, it doesn't take much. Tomorrow, I will be leaving early for the big city to the Dr and then to shop, I can tell you already it won't take long for me to wear all the way out. It is my hope to return to work for at least a short while on Thursday, and a longer while on Friday. It IS time...things are not getting done and I will have clearance from my Dr by then.
I just wanted you all to know that I am in a better frame of mind now. Things rarely are as bad as they seem...and even when they are, what can be done, other than go with it?
Have a great Tuesday evening. I am planning on it. :)
OS came to visit earlier today, on his way to the chiropractor. That cheered me. I am trying to change my lowly attitude, I know it's not in the right place. A shower helped of course, they always do...I have been up some, trying to tidy things up a little, even though everything is in its place, the old house looks sort of un-loved, or maybe it's just me....but I did do some dusting, and re-arranging. Mostly just putzing. That tired me out, it doesn't take much. Tomorrow, I will be leaving early for the big city to the Dr and then to shop, I can tell you already it won't take long for me to wear all the way out. It is my hope to return to work for at least a short while on Thursday, and a longer while on Friday. It IS time...things are not getting done and I will have clearance from my Dr by then.
I just wanted you all to know that I am in a better frame of mind now. Things rarely are as bad as they seem...and even when they are, what can be done, other than go with it?
Have a great Tuesday evening. I am planning on it. :)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Oh Christmas Tree....
This is the day that my Christmas tree will go up. All my kids are supposed to be here to help with it, and I am excited by that, but even if they are not, that tree is going up, one way or another. I have been a good little girl, I have done all the things that the Dr has said to do and I still feel like a 60 ton train has run right over my ass, then backed up and did it again. Today, I am going to do what I want. Either way, I am going to feel like hell.
There is snow outside---it looks like enough to reach my ass. And let me tell you, my ass is a long way off the ground. I suppose that is a bit of a stretch (pun intended) but since I have been out and about, we have had a massive ice storm, the majority of which is still hanging from the trees, and several inches of snow at various times. This winter thing is really beginning to piss me off. And no, I am not self centered enough to believe that it has been literally aimed at me, but give us ALL a break....
I want real food. That has been cooked by someone I know - not a paid restaurant. Even then, they cannot get it right. I am tired of eating garbage---I live in a small town, and if it isn't fried, then it isn't on the menu. Ack ...Or pizza. I don't even LIKE pizza. I am not a fried person, I am not a cheesy person, I am not a sandwich person, I am not a potato person. And I have finally had ENOUGH of the deli chickens. Much to CrazyDog and the kitty's dismay. In the past couple of month's, H must have bought 50 of the damned things. And I cannot even look at another one. Plus, I am having a tough time swallowing dry food---and canned soup gets old quick. I have got to get up and start cooking, otherwise I am going to starve. I cannot take any more rotten food.
I slept upright last night, with TWO kittys on my lap. No furnace needed here. They like it when I sleep sitting up.... :)
Have a really good Sunday.
There is snow outside---it looks like enough to reach my ass. And let me tell you, my ass is a long way off the ground. I suppose that is a bit of a stretch (pun intended) but since I have been out and about, we have had a massive ice storm, the majority of which is still hanging from the trees, and several inches of snow at various times. This winter thing is really beginning to piss me off. And no, I am not self centered enough to believe that it has been literally aimed at me, but give us ALL a break....
I want real food. That has been cooked by someone I know - not a paid restaurant. Even then, they cannot get it right. I am tired of eating garbage---I live in a small town, and if it isn't fried, then it isn't on the menu. Ack ...Or pizza. I don't even LIKE pizza. I am not a fried person, I am not a cheesy person, I am not a sandwich person, I am not a potato person. And I have finally had ENOUGH of the deli chickens. Much to CrazyDog and the kitty's dismay. In the past couple of month's, H must have bought 50 of the damned things. And I cannot even look at another one. Plus, I am having a tough time swallowing dry food---and canned soup gets old quick. I have got to get up and start cooking, otherwise I am going to starve. I cannot take any more rotten food.
I slept upright last night, with TWO kittys on my lap. No furnace needed here. They like it when I sleep sitting up.... :)
Have a really good Sunday.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
and we're back!
hello again blog friends! this is D, posting again because my momma needs to recover and not worry about posting. she's home, she's exhausted and she's in a bit of pain so she asked me to cover for her here so y'all wouldn't worry too much.
she left the hospital not long after breakfast this morning and went home to an absolutely freezing house - the power was out overnight due to the tremendous ice storm that went through the area yesterday. there was no heat, no electricity - only big, warm, purring kitties to keep her warm. she's trying to rest but it's kind of hard; the neck brace is kind of bulky and not very comfortable. and her phone keeps ringing, too - the boss and employees have realized she's home and are calling with situations and questions.
the incision isn't pretty: a horizontal three-inch cut on the right side of her neck, closed with big black stitches. and she's having a bit of pain not only in the incision area but also the back of her neck and in her right hand and arm. that said, you should see her walk and manuever the stairs. it's incredible. some of the strength probably comes from not walking or moving too much in the last couple days but some of it is obviously from the surgery because she's not having the burning sensation in her feet like she has been for the last couple of months. i'm so excited for her. plus, she looks wonderful - i'm just so happy she's home, you can't imagine.
she wanted me to let you all know that she's doing okay but she's just too exhausted to post. she hopes to get back to it soon - maybe tomorrow but it all just depends on how she's feeling. thanks for all the wonderful comments and keep it coming - you guys are great!
love,
D
she left the hospital not long after breakfast this morning and went home to an absolutely freezing house - the power was out overnight due to the tremendous ice storm that went through the area yesterday. there was no heat, no electricity - only big, warm, purring kitties to keep her warm. she's trying to rest but it's kind of hard; the neck brace is kind of bulky and not very comfortable. and her phone keeps ringing, too - the boss and employees have realized she's home and are calling with situations and questions.
the incision isn't pretty: a horizontal three-inch cut on the right side of her neck, closed with big black stitches. and she's having a bit of pain not only in the incision area but also the back of her neck and in her right hand and arm. that said, you should see her walk and manuever the stairs. it's incredible. some of the strength probably comes from not walking or moving too much in the last couple days but some of it is obviously from the surgery because she's not having the burning sensation in her feet like she has been for the last couple of months. i'm so excited for her. plus, she looks wonderful - i'm just so happy she's home, you can't imagine.
she wanted me to let you all know that she's doing okay but she's just too exhausted to post. she hopes to get back to it soon - maybe tomorrow but it all just depends on how she's feeling. thanks for all the wonderful comments and keep it coming - you guys are great!
love,
D
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Rawhide
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'....keep those doggies rollin...
Sorry, just the song wandering around in my head when I woke up this morning. Do all of you have music in your head the first thing in the morning? I do, each and every day. In fact, I have a full blown stereo going back there, 24/7/365. Is it that way for everyone? Sometimes, I tune in to what's playing back there, and I wonder "where the HELL did that song come from?"
A quick update on CrazyDog---doggy xanax does NOT seem to be working. H says it will take time, I say bull puckey...a tranquilizer either works or it doesn't. She fights the sleep when we did give her the full pill at once, walked the circle pattern of our downstairs until I thought I would lose it, although she did stagger and her little curly tail hung down and I couldn't stand that, ahhhh....damn. We still have her on half a pill in the morning and a half at night, and there is virtually no change, she is still as crazy as she ever was, only maybe a little more URGENT about it now.
OS (oldest son) came by and visited yesterday and will be back on Sunday to help H put up the Christmas tree and all the decorations. He said that he didn't care one way or another if the tree was there or not, but he know that it mattered to me, and he didn't want to hear about it when I protested. He said he hoped it would help me not be so sad. Of course, I cried. The funny thing is, he is the scroogiest child I have. :)
I got a huge amount of work done yesterday from home. It really helps not to have to fight to get out, and use my energy in that damned chair. I was completely worn out by 2:30 but still, I felt pretty good about it. I am surprised at my lack of strength and wonder if it is completely from NOT doing any thing, how sad is that?
I dreamed I was walking somewhere, I have no idea where. But it was so beautiful there- and I was so ABLE to walk---it was so wonderful. There was lots of green, and a waterfall, and I don't remember being there before, but it felt so good. I think I was by myself, and it was peaceful. Until I heard this motor start running, and then I woke up and realized I had a two ton kitty on my chest, who thought I was late waking up and getting him his morning treats. :)
Have a good day!
Sorry, just the song wandering around in my head when I woke up this morning. Do all of you have music in your head the first thing in the morning? I do, each and every day. In fact, I have a full blown stereo going back there, 24/7/365. Is it that way for everyone? Sometimes, I tune in to what's playing back there, and I wonder "where the HELL did that song come from?"
A quick update on CrazyDog---doggy xanax does NOT seem to be working. H says it will take time, I say bull puckey...a tranquilizer either works or it doesn't. She fights the sleep when we did give her the full pill at once, walked the circle pattern of our downstairs until I thought I would lose it, although she did stagger and her little curly tail hung down and I couldn't stand that, ahhhh....damn. We still have her on half a pill in the morning and a half at night, and there is virtually no change, she is still as crazy as she ever was, only maybe a little more URGENT about it now.
OS (oldest son) came by and visited yesterday and will be back on Sunday to help H put up the Christmas tree and all the decorations. He said that he didn't care one way or another if the tree was there or not, but he know that it mattered to me, and he didn't want to hear about it when I protested. He said he hoped it would help me not be so sad. Of course, I cried. The funny thing is, he is the scroogiest child I have. :)
I got a huge amount of work done yesterday from home. It really helps not to have to fight to get out, and use my energy in that damned chair. I was completely worn out by 2:30 but still, I felt pretty good about it. I am surprised at my lack of strength and wonder if it is completely from NOT doing any thing, how sad is that?
I dreamed I was walking somewhere, I have no idea where. But it was so beautiful there- and I was so ABLE to walk---it was so wonderful. There was lots of green, and a waterfall, and I don't remember being there before, but it felt so good. I think I was by myself, and it was peaceful. Until I heard this motor start running, and then I woke up and realized I had a two ton kitty on my chest, who thought I was late waking up and getting him his morning treats. :)
Have a good day!
Sunday, December 02, 2007
If I confer with our furry friends, man to animal...
Last evening was the scheduled date for the annual Christmas party for the dealership where I work. It really is always a nice event, we always go to the same place these past few years, a restaurant - a steak house, that has a nice selection of steak, sea food, chicken...and all of the usual trimmings. They have a nice bar for the smokers, as there is no smoking in the private room where we have dinner. It accommodates everyone nicely, no one stands in the cold for their habits. It is order what you what, as much as you want, totally open bar, no restrictions. The owner is really good that way---when he does something, he does it right. Of course, he would die if he knew what it cost, but he never asks, and I never offer that information. But last night, for the first time in the history of this company, it had to be cancelled due to bad weather. So, we will have to reschedule for after the holidays. It didn't completely break my heart, I was trying to decide how I was going to go, with the weather, my own personal circumstances, and the freakin' pain that I was in all day yesterday. I was seriously considering not going, and while I know that the owner would have understood, obviously, it also would have presented few problems for him. So, the issue was taken out of my hands. As last evening wore on, I was quite happy I was not there, as I realized I would have been in quite a pickle had I been out in public. I am quite used to my legs not working, and I have managed to overcome that problem as best as possible. These past few days, my right arm has decided that using it is worth a price and that is getting to be sort of awkward. Even my left arm would be easier to work around, as I am right handed. Typing is manageable for awhile, as I can keep it close to my body, but anything that requires extending it and I could be in trouble. That sort of leaves writing, eating, drinking (oh no!), and many other things out there in the cold...
So anyway, we had quite an ice storm yesterday. If any of you know me at all, you know how much I hate winter. I don't like cold, snow or especially ice. When I say that, I am speaking about having to work, and get out in it every day. It makes everything harder. Life is harder in the winter...just putting the damned dog out becomes an issue in the winter. Yesterday, I just sat on that couch and listened to it, it wasn't so bad. Of course, I had no where to go, nothing to do. Maybe when I am older and retired, I won't hate it so much.
CrazyDog and Kitty #1 have decided that they are going to feud. Keep in mind that they have now lived together since May. I mean, real fighting, growling, screaming, hair raising...loud fighting. I don't like it---and don't really know what to do about it. Kitty #1 still does not know that he has no claws. Apparently CrazyDog hasn't figured that out either, because the cat will smack the hell out of the dog and the dog will run. The dog is a 40 pound chow! But later, when the cat is not expecting it, the dog will come back for more...and she will not INTEND to hurt the cat or she would have killed him by now, she has teeth that are bigger than the cats head. But it IS getting ugly. Plus, I don't call her CrazyDog for nothing. I never know what to expect from her....it's always something. The funny thing is...she has no problem what-so-ever with the other kitty. None. Who knows? I wish I really could "talk to the animals". Anyone out there Dr. Doolittle? Have a good Sunday. :)
So anyway, we had quite an ice storm yesterday. If any of you know me at all, you know how much I hate winter. I don't like cold, snow or especially ice. When I say that, I am speaking about having to work, and get out in it every day. It makes everything harder. Life is harder in the winter...just putting the damned dog out becomes an issue in the winter. Yesterday, I just sat on that couch and listened to it, it wasn't so bad. Of course, I had no where to go, nothing to do. Maybe when I am older and retired, I won't hate it so much.
CrazyDog and Kitty #1 have decided that they are going to feud. Keep in mind that they have now lived together since May. I mean, real fighting, growling, screaming, hair raising...loud fighting. I don't like it---and don't really know what to do about it. Kitty #1 still does not know that he has no claws. Apparently CrazyDog hasn't figured that out either, because the cat will smack the hell out of the dog and the dog will run. The dog is a 40 pound chow! But later, when the cat is not expecting it, the dog will come back for more...and she will not INTEND to hurt the cat or she would have killed him by now, she has teeth that are bigger than the cats head. But it IS getting ugly. Plus, I don't call her CrazyDog for nothing. I never know what to expect from her....it's always something. The funny thing is...she has no problem what-so-ever with the other kitty. None. Who knows? I wish I really could "talk to the animals". Anyone out there Dr. Doolittle? Have a good Sunday. :)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Dust Me!
Well, I did it. H and I ventured out, in public, with that stupid chair. Actually, I was blackmailed into it, Soul told me if I didn't she would be a Grinch this year and Soulkid would have no Christmas at all, and it would be on my head, if I didn't go, and I couldn't live with that! Seriously, the reason for the threats is that i have not been out of the house other than work and Thanksgiving since I got the chair, I was too embarrassed to be seen in public "like that". On the other hand, I am tired of being stuck in, and H certainly was ready for a night out, so I swallowed my pride and we went to the casino that we used to hang out in. I have to say that I had a good time. There were alot of questions, because I know so many people there. All of them were asked with concern, but people were already concerned because the last few times I had been there, it was obvious that I was not well, and that was weeks ago. I was really very surprised---and touched, to be honest. It was not as hard mentally as I thought it would be. Physically, that's another matter. We were there just a few hours and we went early and left early, but it was all I could do to get back into the car, and I felt that way after wheeling! I am still continually surprised at just how "sick" I really am, I can fool myself into thinking that if I don't walk, then I am okay. The truth is, my whole body is sick and while walking remains my focus for the surgery, I need to get well all over, too. Well, enough about that.
Today, I still have hopes of getting the decorations up, but they are not nearly as strong as they were. Sitting on the couch with my book sounds really good as well. I am not sure I am up to even directing the whole Christmas operation, and there are still a couple of weekends before I have to get it done. We will have to see.
It's cold here this morning, damn I hate the winter weather. I also don't like the heat. How is that for complaining? Is there a place that has continuous fall or spring like weather all year long? That's where I want to go....but I imagine that's where everyone would want to go! We still have a little snow on the ground, it seems awful early for that.
I have got to get a little cleaning done---just some dusting if nothing else. I can manage that, and the kitties will appreciate it. They are leaving their "stamp" of disapproval on everything, as they are walking on the tables and I can see their paw prints in the dust. How sad...it makes me want to write "dust me" on them!
Have a good Sunday, everyone!
Monday, November 19, 2007
Can't dance, too fat to fly
It is the week of Thanksgiving, and I have many, many things to be thankful for. I really am trying to look for the positive right now, and my current predicament is making that a rougher job than usual, but not so hard that I don't see the many blessings in my life. I have so many. And frankly, there is ALWAYS someone, that is in far worse shape than we are, and we never have to look very hard to find them. So I DO feel blessed.
Monday again, but a short work week. I do feel for those of you in retail positions, beginning Friday, I'm sure a new kind of hell will begin. While I'm looking forward to the Christmas season, this year, I really don't know what to expect, with my upcoming surgery. I don't know if I will bounce right back and be able to do as usual, or if I will still be down. I did manage to do some of my shopping online this weekend, grown kids really aren't as fun to buy for as little ones are. I miss those days. I look forward to the day that grandkids are in the picture----maybe----and some of that fun will return. ;)
YS managed to hurt his foot quite badly yesterday morning, and he is in ALOT of pain. Nothing broken, but many tendons and ligaments messed up, he has to wait a until Tuesday and go back to the hospital, in the hopes the swelling goes down, to have an MRI, to see if surgery is in order, good heavens, it's always something with that one. I feel really bad for him, he's hurting severely. I have not talked with him since last night, but I imagine he had a very bad night, and working will be a non-issue, although that in itself IS an issue as he cannot miss work, he is still on probation, as he is new. Sigh. I worry myself to death and it does me no good. Yes, I know, don't tell me not to, there is no way I can stop. So....
It was a very quiet, (and boring) weekend, but I did sleep alot. Not that there is much merit in that. My old saying..."I can sleep when I'm dead" is not doing me any good right now. But I feel rested.
There are two kitty's chasing one another up and down the stairs as I write this, and it sounds like the entire house might come crashing down. This old brick place has been standing for 104 years, do you suppose that two cats can cause it's demise?
Have a good day! Out.
PS.. My title is an old saying of mine, and really doesn't mean anything. It was always an answer I used when I didn't know what else to say. I thought I should clear that one up before the questions were asked.
Monday again, but a short work week. I do feel for those of you in retail positions, beginning Friday, I'm sure a new kind of hell will begin. While I'm looking forward to the Christmas season, this year, I really don't know what to expect, with my upcoming surgery. I don't know if I will bounce right back and be able to do as usual, or if I will still be down. I did manage to do some of my shopping online this weekend, grown kids really aren't as fun to buy for as little ones are. I miss those days. I look forward to the day that grandkids are in the picture----maybe----and some of that fun will return. ;)
YS managed to hurt his foot quite badly yesterday morning, and he is in ALOT of pain. Nothing broken, but many tendons and ligaments messed up, he has to wait a until Tuesday and go back to the hospital, in the hopes the swelling goes down, to have an MRI, to see if surgery is in order, good heavens, it's always something with that one. I feel really bad for him, he's hurting severely. I have not talked with him since last night, but I imagine he had a very bad night, and working will be a non-issue, although that in itself IS an issue as he cannot miss work, he is still on probation, as he is new. Sigh. I worry myself to death and it does me no good. Yes, I know, don't tell me not to, there is no way I can stop. So....
It was a very quiet, (and boring) weekend, but I did sleep alot. Not that there is much merit in that. My old saying..."I can sleep when I'm dead" is not doing me any good right now. But I feel rested.
There are two kitty's chasing one another up and down the stairs as I write this, and it sounds like the entire house might come crashing down. This old brick place has been standing for 104 years, do you suppose that two cats can cause it's demise?
Have a good day! Out.
PS.. My title is an old saying of mine, and really doesn't mean anything. It was always an answer I used when I didn't know what else to say. I thought I should clear that one up before the questions were asked.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Here Kitty Kitty
It's really pretty amazing, what two little balls of fur have done for this house. Each day when I arrive home, they both come running to the door----which I have heard is unusual for cats, but the both of them make it there before CrazyDog. They stand there and wait for me to talk to them although they act like it doesn't matter, and they both allow me to pet them, but that too, is on the run. The run, however, is not very far, as they walk a few steps and come back to rub up against my legs and wait for me to do it again. The cats and I "chat" while I do my usual end of the day routine, and they follow H and I around until we get settled for the evening. Once we are settled, they are either on our laps or very nearby, or they are running and chasing each other and putting on a show. Once in a while the larger furrier one, (the dog) , will get in the middle of it all, and it provides quite a lot of entertainment.
What is surprising to me, is H has always told me that he does not like cats. So, we have always had dogs. I used to have cats or kittens of some variety at all times. But I respected his feelings as dogs were a love of mine, too. But I have to say that for a man that doesn't like cats, he sure seems to love these. He talks to them as much as I do, I find them on the bed with him, and the other day, he cleaned the litter box! So, I don't think he knew what he was talking about too much. What he didn't like was the smell of a house with cats, and a litter box that was not well taken care of. Obviously, it does not have to be that way.
I talked with D yesterday, and she is quite happy in her new place, but missing her kittys. I can't say I blame her. I asked her if she wanted to come and get them, and she told me she didn't. I would never want her to think that I took her babies----I am well aware that they belong to her. She told me that she knows they are very happy here and she also knows they would be very lonely there, and her new apartment is very small, with little room for them to run and play like they have here. She wants to leave them here, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I know that one day she will take them, and that will be a sad day, indeed. Until then, I have cats to take care of! Later.
What is surprising to me, is H has always told me that he does not like cats. So, we have always had dogs. I used to have cats or kittens of some variety at all times. But I respected his feelings as dogs were a love of mine, too. But I have to say that for a man that doesn't like cats, he sure seems to love these. He talks to them as much as I do, I find them on the bed with him, and the other day, he cleaned the litter box! So, I don't think he knew what he was talking about too much. What he didn't like was the smell of a house with cats, and a litter box that was not well taken care of. Obviously, it does not have to be that way.
I talked with D yesterday, and she is quite happy in her new place, but missing her kittys. I can't say I blame her. I asked her if she wanted to come and get them, and she told me she didn't. I would never want her to think that I took her babies----I am well aware that they belong to her. She told me that she knows they are very happy here and she also knows they would be very lonely there, and her new apartment is very small, with little room for them to run and play like they have here. She wants to leave them here, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I know that one day she will take them, and that will be a sad day, indeed. Until then, I have cats to take care of! Later.
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