Where's my crazy cat lady award?

Because after rushing my cat to the ER Vet and taking pictures of him there, I'm certainly over-qualified for the honor of crazy cat lady, RIGHT?



Poor bubby had a claw that grew out and punctured his pad and then grew into it :-( We try to keep their nails trimmed but we must've missed this one last time. He came up to sit on my lap tonight and left little bloody paw prints on my pants (Trying not to freak out over that. I just bought them two days ago. EEEK!) So I rounded him up, wrapped him in this blanket and dragged him across town to the ER Vet (who is way awesome...they stayed open late just for my money me and my little Flea Baby.



The vet examined him and diagnosed him with a heart murmur (Awww...I was born with one too!!!)...it totally freaked me out because he was like, "No kind of murmur is a good murmur." Yeah, but it's a mild murmur so is he going to live? I didn't push the issue because I was more concerned for his paw, but when I take him back to have the bandages removed you can bet yer sweet ass I'll be asking more questions about the murmur.

It took them about an hour to fix him all up (I hung out at the Starbucks next door, like my adrenaline needed more caffeine) and my mom was sweet enough to drive out and sit with me! (Thanks mom!) She helped me stay calm and she helped me get him into the car when I took him home. (I had to take him there wrapped in a blanket with it covering his head because our carrier broke and we never replaced it!)

Speaking of the blanket covering his head...A lady saw me walking into the vet with a limp blanket and asked very sadly if I was ok. When I told her yes, she asked "Did your pet just die?" OHHHH GOD...nooooo!!! I felt terrible. I think she wanted to hug me. It was very sweet. I had to tell her no, and I let her peak at his little button nose sticking out of the blanket :-)

When we were inside waiting, I bent down to kiss his forehead and the blanket smelled like my moms dog...I realized that I had grabbed the blanket we gave the dog for when she comes to visit and has a place to lay. Poor bubby had to ride over with his head inside a blanket reaking of dog :-(



Needless to say...he's not a big fan of the cone...or the bandage wrapped around his paw...or the drugs he's on. He's been stumbling around for the last hour trying to get comfy.



This is the best he's gotten so far...resting his head on the blanket. Sorry for the crappy image quality, taken with my cell phone in poor light. You get the idea though...he's miserable. He's snuggled up between my feet trying to sleep right now but I don't know how well that's going to work for him.

Wait until the morning when I give him his two different anti-biotics. Yay!

I went for a walk today...

Oh bite me...like I've never gone for a walk before.

OK, you're right. I'm not very good at going for walks everyday...but I get out a lot more often then I think you think I do.

Anyhoodle...pictures! YAY!



I walked up behind my office building onto the freeway overpass to see what was up there. It was amazing. Clearly.

Then, on my drive home tonight while I was waiting on the onramp for the meter to tell me I could go I took this picture of downtown right before a storm blew through.

I'm so lovin' it

My new job is going well. I really enjoy it, the people are great, my boss is nice and supportive and easy to get along with. My commute isn't nearly as bad as I thought it might be. Besides, sitting in the traffic I do encounter gives me a ton of people watching time!

I've seen it all people. Just in the last 3 weeks I've seen a guy get out of his car (in a particularly bad bout of traffic where it was a parking lot) and get a pizza out of the trunk of his car. I've seen a tow truck pushing a dead car off the freeway doing atleast 40 mph, with the owner in the car steering it...and I've also seen what I can only assume is Sharpay Evans because they have this same personalized license plate.

I've had a few adventures in my new neighborhood too. One day shortly after I started working, I went for a walk on my lunch break to see if I could scope out places to eat and places to walk...etc...I was out for like 30 minutes and decided to call it good and go back to my car where I didn't feel as unsafe :-/ A lot of shady characters, one that actually followed me for a few minutes. I've since found a nice park to walk to with amazing views of the city, and some co-workers have given me tips on where to eat, so I'm feeling a little more comfortable but for the most part I'll be eating a brown-bag lunch and sticking close to my building.

Just to get it off my chest

I've been noticing that a lot of people are posting this on their facebook pages and while I respect them for having the courage to post their beliefs, I have a serious issue with this message.

"Shame on you America: the only country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to bed without eating, elderly going without needed meds, and mentally ill without treatment - yet we have a benefit for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations. 99% of people won't have the guts to copy and repost this."

First of all, we are not "the only country" to have a homeless problem, starving children and healthcare issues. To say that makes you sound uneducated and ill informed of the worlds economic situation. Second, when Katrina and 9/11 happened, other countries came to our aid and gave us any assistance they could. Third, and most importantly, Haiti is not America. We may have an economy recovering from turmoil right now, but when a natural disaster hits it doesn't cripple the entire country. There's nothing wrong with people wanting to help a much poorer country in a time of need.

Yes, our country is in need too, however, we're the largest and most powerful nation in the world and the closest to Haiti, so why shouldn't we help???

It sounds so callous and cold to hear people say things like we shouldn't be helping the people of Haiti out because it's their problem and not ours.

RACOON! WTF!??!!

Yesterday after work I was coming in from my car and had two boxes that I'd picked up from the post office. D hadn't turned the porch light on for me yet, so I was in the dark. I heard some rustling in the tree on our patio and right then is when D flicked the light on.

Which scared the rustling noise.

The rustling noise was a big-ass racoon. He leapt out of the bush and was headed right for my face. Luckily I was far enough away that he didn't eat my face off, but it scared me so bad I screamed and threw the boxes at it. He ran right between my legs.

D opened the door expecting to find his wife mauled by a dog, or a madmen holding a gun to my head, but instead he found me kicking the box through the door and shoving my way through into the dining room...still screaming and still freaking out about this stupid effing monster that tried to eat my face off.

After I got through the door and was trying to relay what had happened, he's standing there with the door open so I yell, "CLOSE THE DOOOR!" and H wants to run outside and play with the demented creature. HELL TO THE NOOO!!! CLOOOOSE THE DOOOOOR!!!

It took me three days to be able to walk back out through the sliding glass door. I was parking my car somewhere else and walking way out of my way to get to it.

Everytime I walk out there now, I walk out like I'm holding a big brick and I will attack anything at all that catches my eye.

Freakin' freak creatures.

Dear Blog

I still love you.

I promise.

Even though I've been cheating on you by forcing myself to get up everyday, put my pants on one leg at a time and venture outside to smell the flowers rain. I've decided to live my life instead of talking about living my life.

OK, so maybe I'm not exactly an extreme life liver now, but I'm working on it mkay?

So...on with the minor recaps.

Christmas

My husband was sick on Christmas. Like seriously sick. In the 90 years we've been together (OK, I went a little Edward Cullen on you...sorry) I've never seen him that sick before. Usually he can get up and sort of function like a human being. This time though he was in bed for two days, moaning and groaning and writhing around in complete misery (Three weeks later? Still coughing.)

Despite that, we had a great Christmas. My family issues have died down. They aren't completely better, but they're at a point where my hair isn't falling out in clumps and the twitch in my left eye seems to be going away. My mom and dad spent Christmas with us, they live in our apartment building now (Can you say "Long story"?) so they were down here first thing in the morning to open gifts and then we spent the day cooking dinner, playing on their wii and relaxing.

New Years

New Years Eve we spent up at my parents, playing wii and poker. D wasn't feeling well and he'd had to work that day so he went to bed like 30 minutes before midnight. Luckily H hung on with me and I gave her a big sloppy mom-kiss at midnight.

For the next day we cooked a huge-mongous rib roast. Y-U-M-M-M-M-M! I don't even need to detail it for you. It was that good.

Everything since then

Oh, and I have a job now! Yay! It's for a great company, a non-profit childrens organization. I've been there for two days, and so far so good. It would seem like my boss is a great person and the other employees there are nice (nobody has yelled at me at all for giving them the wrong mail or the wrong phone call yet! WEEE!!!)

And right now? My little munchkin is sobbing over her math homework. There have been talks about making her repeat the 3rd grade next year to get her caught up and in a class with kids her own age. We'll see. I'm "pro-repeating" while D I think is "con-repeating" ... Although, I think the more he helps her with homework, the more he'll see the need to get her help and have her do it again so that she's in the right age group and in the right frame of mind. Her confidence level is at -10 right now and sinking fast.

I have to go now. Remind me to tell you about the homeless guy that spit on me the next time I post, OK? It's a goodun' ...

Love,
Me

Sitting on Santas Lap 2.0

Last year I put up a wish list and while I did want each of those items, I really didn't do much thoughtful thinking when it came to what to put down. This year though, I made a mental note of things I'd like.

The only reason I even post it here is because most years members of my family ask me what I want and I hem and haw about what to tell them. This way I can just say, I'm too lazy to tell you go to my bloggity blog.

1. Hamilton Beach 33967 Set 'n Forget 6-Quart Programmable Slow Cooker
   
2. I'll need a recipe book if I get the slow cooker
   
3. Japanese Cherry Blossom anything
   
4. Duh
   
5. Coach: Signature Spotlight