Prayers.

I am sending all my prayers to Missouri today and tomorrow. My grandma tripped and fell on friday and broke her femur above her knee replacement. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow but it looks like it is going to be much more complicated than originally thought. So dad is there along with his older and younger sister (who don't get along so well) and my cousin. He hopes to come home tomorrow after the surgery. I am concerned because she was originally scheduled for an angioplasty on tuesday until she fell. I guess sometimes a background in medicine isn't always a good idea. Sigh.

Stomach Funk

For those of you who don't know me, I have always had stomach problems. It has gotten so bad, that I am actually on FMLA for it. Well this week has been no exception but my usual remedy (gatorade and cheez-its) has not cured it. The only upside to this stomach funkiness has been the fact that I got to watch House all day, in between bathroom breaks of course. So I guess I bid you all farewell and hope to wake to a better morning. Oh and Faughn, you were right, I LOVE House.

Bad Idea lady.

Things have been pretty hectic around here lately, but the thing that pisses me off the most is the people that live behind me. They have kids, I am not sure how many, but they let their kids come right up to the fence and try to pet the dogs. Well Phoebe (aka dipshit, to be explained later) hates these kids, so I am always blatantly aware of when they are harassing the dogs. Tonight I heard Phoebe's "Oh my Gosh these teacup humans are going to beat me senseless" bark I knew they were out there. What do I find?? Eight kids lined up at the fence along with THEIR MOTHER encouraging them to try and pet the dogs. Now, mind you, there is an extra dog in the mix, one that is also barking. What part of "dogs barking and running" makes you think it is a good idea to try and pet them when the owner is not out there??? I watched all this go one from the window before I called the dogs in. I should have went out there but I am afraid that my conversation would have started "listen bitch, WTF?" I love kids, therefore I didn't. It's not the kids fault that their parents are idiots. All I know is if I had done that as a child, my parents would have kicked my ass.

The explanation about Phoebe aka dipshit. Phoebe chases insects, any type, stinging, biting, poisionous, carnivorous, supernatural...you get the point. The damn dog is fearless. My vaccuum cleaner now makes a rattly sound because she had a hold of the front guard and wouldn't let go. So she comes inside Sunday morning looking rather pink and kinda itchy, I chalk it up to a sunburn and give her some benadryl. I look at her again and her eyes are getting puffy.Hmmm....I text Emily to see if I can take her to the clinic and give her injectable diphenhydramine since she is starting to look uncomfortable. She says sure and when I look over at Phoebe I can see her nose enlarge in front of my eyes. That is when I threw her in the car and got her to the clinic (didn't set the alarm off, yah for me) and gave her two shots. What did the vet tell me?? Take a picture of Phoebe that way I can remind Phoebe of how much of an idiot she is. I think it is a good idea, but just in case that doesn't work, I got spare drugs now. Why is she a dipshit?? Because sunday afternoon she was still chasing bees.

Well enjoy the pictures of Tess. She is starting to fit in. Dudley is teaching her the ropes and even letting her sleep in my room at night. Dudley has only let one other adult dog in the room and that was Leah's dog Maddie. Dudley has the hugest crush on Maddie. Maddie is kind of a scaredy cat and Dudley is a bully with his toys but he even let Maddie take a toy away from him one time. He loves her. I hope Maddie's feelings aren't hurt. Maybe this is just a brotherly/sisterly love with Tess. Here is a picture of Tess helping Dudley keep an eye on the neighborhood.

Well I must go, maybe the kids are finally inside and the dogs can putter aroud the yard in peace. Have a good one!

If you put a pig in a gold house, it's still a pig

I got that from watching Deadliest Catch. Gotta love Andy Hillstrand.
Latest update, I am still employed.....woohoo.
I have a dog. Okay I actually have three dogs. I also have a skinned elbone and swollen ankle because my dumbass tripped and fell this morning. There was no reason to my fall and it wasn't pretty. It was an arms and legs flying everywhere ungraceful fall. Not a good way to start my morning. Then I ran errands all over freakin Lafayette, came home and took a nap, and then had puppy spa day. All dogs are now freshly groomed and asleep, at least they were. New dog's name is Tess, I had to change it from Missy. Tess Marie. (in honor of Cornelia Marie). The sweetest thing is watching her sleep on the dog bed and wag her tail when she is sound asleep. The not-so-sweetest thing is her obsession with plastic. She came out of my room carrying my remote control. She is the first dog I have EVER owned that actually likes Nylabones. Whew. Well thought I would update. Now I might just veg back out on the couch and wait for the storm to pass before I clean the bathroom. Peace.

*SIGH*

Yep, that is a disappointed sigh.
Just a quick re-cap, I will post more later. I found a mini Dudley at work and fell in love with her, I think it is the big brown eyes. Tried her out last night, Dudley loves her (as do I), and Phoebe wouldn't let her out of the kitchen. Yep. And Lola hid on the basement steps with her heading sticking out of the hole where the cat door use to be. (the fat asses keep knocking it out). I really, really, like her but I guess if she is this sweet, someone else will take her. I tried her again tonight, pretty much the same thing, except Phoebe is getting more bratty in general. I think if I ever do get another dog, it will have to be a puppy. Boo.
Meeting tomorrow, positive thoughts my way.
Boo.

What a horrible pregnant person!!

No. Not me. And before you even think about what this title means, I will explain. We had a procedure at work today that required the cuff in the endotracheal tube to be deflated, which exposed everyone to Iso. So instead of having a horrible headache at the end of the day and feeling like crap, I decided to wear the respirator which normally only pregnant people wear. Or should wear. Or need to wear to keep their job. Or, well never mind. Anyways so I am wearing this darth vader mask thinking "wow, everyone walking up and down that hallway is going to think I am preggers. Not only am I wearing this but I am pregnant with a food baby (aka fat.)"
Then I realized that I was also sitting as close to the C-arm without actually stradling it as someone can get. In case you didn't know, the C-arm is basically a live X-ray. Meaning large amounts of radiation, which would NOT be good for my imaginary fetus. So now all these people that are walking down the hallway are thinking, "awww, someone let that dumbass get pregnant. Poor kid doesn't stand a chance, especially since it will come out with an extra limb from all those rays." So for clarification. No I am not pregnant, and Yes I am a dumbass but not in this instance.
We come up on the monday of the dreaded week. My meeting is on friday. Now I have been getting advice from various sources on how to handle myself in this meeting without using the terms asshats or slower than smoke off shit. I think I am prepared but it really is a crapshoot. There is probably a good 60% chance I will go in there and drool without saying anything in my defense.
This weekend sucked ass!! It sucked ass for the following reasons:
1.) the spinny head thing, a virus. who knew?? felt like ass all weekend.
2.) Started watching House. Love it! But my plans to watch all of season one on saturday night were foiled by the power going out.
3.) No power = no AC =no Fans = miserable sick person
4.)No power = no lights = flashlights. OMG DUDLEY!! He was driving me bat-shit crazy. 3am. The flashlight hadn't been on for say 2hours and yet he panted and stared at it then at me, at it, at me, pant pant pant, at it, at me, pant pant pant, at it, at me, pant pant pant. You get the point.
5.)No groceries, due to going bad and desperately needing to go shopping.
6.) Dogs driving me insane due to heat, but they still needed to go outside every 5 minutes in case it cooled off. It didn't.
7.) Enter a very early monday.
Now as you can see, the spinny head thing (or the gas leak) have caused me to be pretty abrupt in my topic changes. Therefore I am going to leave you now. Good-bye.

You spin me right round baby....

That about sums up the last two days. I woke up yesterday morning unable to walk in a straightline so as I stumbled down the hallway holding on to the wall, I stepped in a nice big pile of puke (thanks Craplin, I will no longer force you to take metacam). I made it to let the dogs outside, then I sat down and panicked. I knew if I drove to work I would definitely get pulled over and get a DUI since I would totally fail the sobriety test. I found a ride, thanks Jen, and took my not-so-happy ass to work, or rather she took it. At which point I got bitched at for not staying late (hello, head spinning), bitched at for not exposing them to anesthesia, and bitched at for what ever else, after a certain point, I just quit listening. I am talking about when you finally lay down after a night of drinking and you feel the need to put your foot on the floor to keep the room from spinning, that is how I felt ALL DAY. Then came the tunnel vision, followed by the numbness in my appendages. Needless to say, I did not give a F#%$ by the end of the day. I even gave up finding a way to do PM treatments and pulled out the big guns, I called the boss. He actually recognized my pain and offered to do them for me. When I woke up this morning, feeling even worse with more spinning and nausea, I gave up and figured there were twice as many capable people at work today than there was yesterday so they should be fine. I made my calls and slept....all....day. Finally waking up at 4pm, I feel hungover but not spinny. Now i feel I must try and put my house back together since mom sleeping all day equals general destruction thoughout the house. Which comes to reason 926 why I love my house: CVS is only 2 blocks away. When you feel like shit, it takes longer to put on a bra to go out in public than it actually takes to make it to CVS. General awesomeness.