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GRRRRRRRRR!

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CRAP! I wasn’t hungry before leaving the house so I made an egg salad sandwich to take to work to eat whenever I did get hungry. So I also packed my lunch and a snack and…I get to work to put the stuff in the refrigerator and…I FORGOT THE SANDWICH.

CRAP!

So not only am I going to have to eat almonds and swiss cheese (my snack) for breakfast, I have a perfectly good egg salad sandwich (the best batch I’ve ever made, too!) sitting at home on the counter—which of course I’ll have to throw away when I get home tonight.

This is what I get for not eating before I leave the house.

The most amazing double rainbow!

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Yesterday it rained off and on all day (the effects of hurricane Alberto passing by) and when we were on the last of our errands after dinner, we pulled into Food Lion and were surprised to see THE MOST BEAUTIFUL double rainbow we’ve ever seen!

Also, not only was it a FULL double rainbow (meaning you could see each end, plus each end of the secondary rainbow), the secondary rainbow was extremely visible, PLUS the main rainbow was SO bright and SO strong that it actually had a THIRD rainbow directly inside the main arc. It’s hard to explain because I’ve never seen one like that before, but the inner rainbow was fainter, but you could still tell it was there. I would have KILLED for my digital camera!

Here’s the best picture I could find online that shows about what it looked like (you have to look really close at the inside of the main rainbow to see the third rainbow), although it was MUCH brighter.

double rainbow

Another late night!

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I’m getting too old for this… Last weekend it was the party at our house, when we had people at our house until 2:30 and we were up until probably 3. This weekend (Friday) we went to the bar with some friends and stayed until just before closing (2am) and were again in bed by 3.

Of course, the next morning, we’re woken up by Maggie around 6am, because it’s the normal time she gets up and she’s wondering what’s wrong with us. Tom either takes her out or takes off her collar so we don’t hear her moving around so we can try to get more than three hours of sleep. Yesterday I managed to get another three hours, but was tired all damn day.

We’re getting too old for this. Or at least I am—Tom is trying his hardest not to feel old.

Maggie on the loose!

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So we were sitting at the table eating breakfast with Beth (a friend of a friend who spent the night at our house because we got home from the bar quite late) when Tom happens to look out the window and sees Maggie running across the street chasing a cat!

WHAT?

He said “There goes Maggie!” and we both froze for an instant before we jumped into action. I thought he ran out to get her, but he ran out the back so I think he went to see how she got loose (off her chain), and Beth and I ran out the front door to get the dog. I ran onto the porch and yelled her name and she was such a good girl—she came flying back across the street at top speed and right into my arms.

But oh my god, we were so scared! Our poor little baby!

When Tom came in, he said her collar was not latched (I had assumed she pulled it off over her head) but apparently when he put her collar on in the morning, in his morning-after-drinking stupor, he didn’t latch it fully…so when she saw the cat and took off, the collar popped and off she went!

Now we have to see about getting a fence.

What is wrong with people?

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I am so tired of people calling the office and whoever they want is busy or on the other line, so I ask them if they would like to hold or go to voicemail and they say no to voicemail but then expect me to take a message. Um, hello, THAT’S WHY WE HAVE VOICEMAIL.

The Evil of Maggie

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This is what she does to all her toys—completely chews out the eyes and nose. We have to watch closely, because she will chew up the little pieces and end up swallowing them…plus, once she chews off the plastic bits, she will start pulling at the stuffing. This is the third dead monkey in six months.

Mutilated monkey

This is what she did when we left her on her own all day—before we crated her full time. We would push her crate up against the guest bathroom so she could piddle or poo in there (and not in her crate). Well, she LOVES being in the tub, so over the course of a few days, she ruined everything in there. Of course, we didn’t notice it all at once because she hid things (her brush) and the curtain was closed.

evil maggie monkey

You will notice:

  1. Her toenail scrub brush. It’s made of wood and was originally about 4″ long. Now it’s 2″ long and it looks like a beaver got it (note the pointy end).
  2. The cap to her special $12 oatmeal shampoo. Of course, about 90% of the bottle went down the drain.
  3. Her detachable shower head. She plain chewed it right in half.

Damn Weather Forecasts

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Ten days ago, the weather.com forecast said there was going to be a 40% chance of rain the day of the party. Tom wanted to get a tent “just in case” and I said “Bah! There’s still 10 days to the party. The forecast will change. Besides, we have a big house—we can fit 60 people if we have to. It will be crowded, but we’ll be fine.” He called to find a tent anyway…but there were none to be had.

Earlier this week, we checked again and the forecast called for a 20% chance of rain. Yea! It looked to be a perfect day for a party!

Today, well, we’re up to 80% chance of precipitation. EIGHTY! Methinks we’re going to have a crowded house come Saturday afternoon…

Stupid drivers make me want to SCREAM!

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I know there are always stupid drivers around doing insanely stupid or irritating thigns, but tonight, there just seemed to be an overabundance during our short trip to town. Here are the offenders, in order.

  1. We were on our way to town when we hit a traffic backup. On this road, pretty much the only thing it can be is an accident. Well, it was an accident, but boy was it AN ACCIDENT. Before we even got to scene, we could see the telephone pole at about a 45 degree angle! We knew then it was pretty serious. Still, imagine the surprise at seeing a car FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN in front of the pole. We cannot even begin to fathom how that happened. This road is 45mph, with most people doing 55mph or so. But to flip a car? And we only saw one car, so it wasn’t a two-car accident (which would seem the more likely action to cause a full flip). So, stupid driver #1.
  2. So a little farther up the road, a car screams out and cuts across two lanes, fully cutting two cars off and causing them to slam on their brakes. Then said car speeds way up (maybe 65mph) and then slows way down. I don’t get people.
  3. Now we’re waiting at a stoplight and we’re the first in line. We’re just watching the traffic pass in front of us when this idiot—coming towards us in the right turn lane—speeds up to swerve around a car (who was in the correct lane) to cut back into traffic. Had our nose been out any farther, we probably would have gotten clipped by this idiot.
  4. Then we end up behind an S-10 [small truck] with five—count ’em, FIVE!—small children in it (two in the front seat and three on the back seat)—all of whom should have been in car seats! We also thought we saw the driver on the phone, but we can’t be 100% sure about that.
  5. Later, heading home, and it’s now dark. We’re in the right-turn-only lane and this guy exiting the gas station has his nose poked WAY out into traffic (onbviously blocking traffic) so someone stops to let him out, assuming he would be turning into the flow of traffic. But no, instead of turning right and going with traffic, he guns it (tires squealing), into the oncoming traffic lane (yes, going against traffic the wrong way in the wrong lane), and proceeds to cut across two more lanes to go the opposite direction. He cut it SO close and came SO close to us that I think Tom could have reached out and touched his car. (Now, this is someone who deserves to be in a serious accident.)
  6. So we just barely recover from that asshat and are talking about how much we hate hate HATE stupid drivers when some asshole in front of us decides to turn left—across two lanes—at the last minute and cuts us off. Thank goodness for antilock brakes or we would have rear-ended him (without a doubt). He got a good solid minute of horn blasting at him. Do people not ever look at the traffic surrounding them?
  7. About 1/4 mile down the road, still fuming at the asshole who almost caused us an accident…someone behind us realizes—again, at the last minute—that the lane he’s in is an exit, so he swerves back over into our lane and almost rear-ends us (god forbid he step on his brakes).
  8. Taking the highway home, we ran across not one but two trailers on the highway that had NO lights on them and were so big you could not even see the truck pulling them. It’s never safe to pull a trailer without lights, but even more so when it’s dark. I swear, where are the cops when you need them?

We are both completely exhausted.

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Prepping the house for a party is hard work—especially since we really don’t deep clean on a regular basis, LOL. So, this long holiday weekend was dedicated to getting major projects done, as well as some accessorizing throughout the house.

  • The deck is stained.
  • The stones and bricks have been finished along the back of the house.
  • We have three new shrubs planted in the new rock bed.
  • The kitchen and dining room floors have been scrubbed and waxed.
  • The carpets have all been spot cleaned (i.e. vomit spots be gone!).
  • Pictures and artwork have been hung.
  • Furniture has been vacuumed.
  • Took many trips to town (for hours at a time) to pick up odds and ends.

Well, there has to be more we did, because we seriously worked most of the weekend. But those are the only major things I can think of at the moment. Of course, Tom did all the outside stuff in the horrendous heat—and it was A LOT of work—but it all looks absolutely stunning (pics to come soon).

Of course, the sad thing is that even though we worked hard all weekend, it doesn’t LOOK like we accomplished much inside, because all the rooms are still torn apart with odds and ends all over. So, we have three nights left to finish everything up before Jim and Beth arrive Friday afternoon.

Wish us luck!

Whoa! That’s expensive bread!

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So Tom and I went out for lunch to Duck’s, a great restaurant/bar that has the BEST crab dip appetizer. Except that you never get enough toasted garlic bread to eat all the dip (unless you pile it high on each piece—which wouldn’t be a bad thing—but you can make it last longer with more bread). It comes with five SMALL pieces (think french bread loaf, cut in about 1/2″ slices). So, in the past, we’ve asked for more bread and they bring us out more (to be honest, I can’t remember how many slices, but we were thinking another five).

So today, we ask for more bread and the waitress says “It will be 50¢, is that okay?” Well, no, it’s really not okay to charge me for a few more pieces of stinkin’ bread, but I guess it’s only 50¢ so no big deal, whatever. So she brings us the bread…and it’s THREE stupid pieces.

Three pieces.

For 50¢.

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Raising Temperatures

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Short Version

We fight over the temperature at the office. All the time.

Long Version

I think 72-74 is perfectly acceptable, but honestly, most times 72 seems too cold and I’m sitting there shivering because I’m so cold—and I can’t type because my fingers are too cold. But I swear, John would keep it at 68 if we’d let him. What gets me is that he and Sue are often out of the office for HOURS at a time, so why should we keep the office freezing the whole time they’re gone? So I usually end up turning it up a few degrees. And then John comes back and about 10-15 minutes later, he yells out “Why is it so damn hot in here?” Of course, the rest of us are comfortable.

So today, he left about 9:30 and about 10 or so, I bumped the thermostat up to 74. And it was still a little chilly, but tolerable. And the three of us in the office (the only ones all day!) were actually comfortable for one. I warned them to watch—when John got back into the office, he’d pitch a fit about it being soooooo hot.

Fast forward to him returning to the office about 4:00. By 4:15, he was yelling from the office: “What happened? Why is it hotter than blazes in here?” Hotter than blazes? Really? Maybe if it was 90+ outside and we had no A/C at all… So then he stomps out to the thermostat, sees it on 76 and totally blows his lid:

THIS THERMOSTAT SHOULD NEVER GO ABOVE 72. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE HAVE CLIENTS IN THE OFFICE. THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

Okay, calm down. You haven’t been in the office ALL day and the three of us who WERE here were freezing…so we turned it up. And there were no clients (we’d turn it back down if there were). We tell him this, and he “just can’t believe it.” Whatever. Like we’re lying about being freezing cold? (Sometimes it’s just chilly, but most times it’s really cold.)

So he and I went around and around and around with this—like we do each and every time he leaves and we’re freezing and we turn the thermostat up a few degrees and he comes back and it’s not an artic blast when he walks in the door.

It’s frustrating to say the least.

Edited a few weeks later to add: We now set the thermostat to 72 consistently. Why? We all have heaters at our desks. 😐

Maggie is the hit of the ‘hood.

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So I’m sitting at my computer (as usual) and I see a little girl walking down the street (maybe 4 years old). I hear her yell to her brother (who is farther down the street): “Don’t you want to stop and pet the little dog Maggie?” Her brother yelled back: “Maggie isn’t out right now!”

Everyone loves her—but the kids, especially. Every time she’s out (we often put her on a leash off the back porch) she gets visitors. Sometimes, they’ll come and play with her for like 20-30 minutes! If we take her for a walk, we’re sure to get stopped if the kids are out. One night, we had like four kids over here playing with her.

It’s strange to be known because of our dog… but it is cute!

SPECIAL: Frog Legs Basil

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We decided to eat Thai tonight, and I was really looking forward to one of my two favorite dishes—Basil Fried Rice (do you really think I can remember the Thai name?) or Pad Thai. Except that the special was Frog Legs Basil.

FROG LEGS BASIL.

I haven’t had frog legs in, oh, probably 20 years (I vaguely recall having them one night at Trombley’s when I was quite young, but I can’t remember the exact circumstances), and I LOVE basil, so I thought “Hell, why not?”

NEVER AGAIN.

It was good, but it was such a pain in the ass to eat! There were probably 10 frog legs (amidst the basil, onions, and peppers), and the meat just fell off the bones—but then again, the bones were so small they totally fell apart and I was constantly picking frog bones out of my mouth. Not exactly appealing. Or easy to eat. Or edible with a fork. And it didn’t taste any different than chicken.

Next time? Basil Fried Rice or Pad Thai, thankyouverymuch.

I need to learn how to cut my own bangs.

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So I went to my stylist today to get my bangs professionally cut… I can attempt a hack job myself, but it’s just that—a hack job. It gets them shorter, but it doesn’t necessarily look the best. And since we’re heading to a wedding this weekend, I figured I needed them looking better than if I tried cutting them.

But what a freakin’ racket!

For approximately 45 seconds worth of work (maybe two minutes if you count her walking to the back to get a cape, putting the cape on, cutting, taking the cape off, walking me to the front, writing up the bill, and saying thank you and goodbye) it cost me…are you ready???

$10!!

It used to be $5, which is why I didn’t really have a problem with it. I mean, an entire haircut and style with her is $25…but cutting my bangs in under a minute is $10?

Grrrrrrrrr.

The rabbit died.

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R.I.P.

We’ve been faithfully using the Rabbit Corkscrew that the Schwalmlettes got us for our wedding, but a rogue cork threw it for a loop and stripped the gears. Of course, we couldn’t live without that awesome corkscrew (it’s foolproof enough that even *I* can easily open a bottle with little effort!) so we’re planning to buy a new one soon!

Small admission: we actually bought a new one at Bed, Bath & Beyond today, but it didn’t come with the cool lucite storage container that I love…so I think I will return it and buy it instead from Amazon for the same price!

Garage Sales, Part 1 & 2

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Garage Sale, Part 1 – April 29, 2006

We had gotten a mailer regarding a community garage sale about two months beforehand, and we were thrilled to take part. We knew our community had a big sale every year, so we wanted to get in on it. Yes, I hate garage sales. If you remember some of the stories from our last garage sale (the best? the woman who wanted a set of towels, but only offered me $1 because they didn’t match her bathroom) you will know that I do not like to haggle. That said, I priced to get rid of stuff—and to haggle. The sale didn’t officially start until 7, but of course, people were out at 6. Things we expected to sell immediately never sold and crap we thought we’d be stuck with sold right away, proving you just never know what people will want.

So people are coming and going and someone says “So, did you know the official community sale is next weekend? It’s always the first Saturday in May.”

What?

Yes, folks. Someone else decided they wanted to have another garage sale, so they got in cahoots with a realtor (who paid for all the advertising, postcards, etc.) to set it up. And it happened to be the weekend before the official sale! We were ticked. I mean, we didn’t want to do this twice! Not that we’d HAVE to do it the following weekend, but from what we heard, it was a BIG sale with HUNDREDS of people attending.

Lovely.

Well, we did pretty well selling stuff (almost $300) but there were some things we didn’t sell that we really wanted to—plus we had forgotten to put out a few things—so we decided to put out a few things the following weekend…or, today.

Garage Sale, Part 2 – May 6, 2006

This time the sale didn’t officially start until 8am, but Tom had duty, so if I wanted him to help me set up, I had to be done by 7…so I was out there at 7. And let’s just say that it was a total waste of time—I never did see the HUNDREDS of people that we were told would be there. I did hear talk of how crowded the front of the subdivision was (the main street) but there didn’t seem to be too much interest on our street. Go figure. Anyway, I made a whopping $9 in the five hours I was out there. Three people came by and were interested in the couch we had for sale—and one guy even said “I have to have it—I just need to go get the cash and I will be right back!” but he never came back and we never sold it.

So come noontime, I had to haul all the crap back into the garage (minus the three small things I sold). And in doing so, I busted the corner off the big mirror we were trying to sell (now Tom has to make a frame for it, and we’ll probably hang it somewhere). And I was cranky, since it was hotter than blazes sitting out there in the sun, plus I’d been up since 5:30 with Tom. PLUS, my ankle started hurting badly, as I tripped coming down the stairs this morning (carrying that huge mirror) and I twisted my ankle. It was okay for awhile but it KILLS now.

Once again this year I say “This will be our last garage sale—ever.” But you and I both know that come next year, we’ll be doing this again.

Stay tuned.

Our buddy Tom is home!

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Our buddy Tom was coming home from six months in Africa so Tom took the morning off to go to New River Air Station (the opposite side of town as Camp Lejeune) to the welcome home celebration. (Aside from wanting to see his best friend, he also wanted to be there to take pictures when Tom saw his son for the first time.)

He said it was very cool—all the helicopters flew over in formation (our buddy was the lead bird) and then landed and all the guys walked inbetween the birds and out to the waiting people. I really would have liked to see it as well (and I could have easily taken the morning off) but we just didn’t really think about it.

Trimble Homecoming

Announcing Captain Hudson!

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Tom’s promotion ceremony was held this morning at approximately 8:10am. They held a full formation (which basically means all the marines in the building have to line up oustide…in formation!), called him to the front, read his pledge or commitment (or whatever it was called—I need to ask him) and then I was called up to help pin on his new rank. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures…I forgot I had the camera in my pocket and we both forgot to ask someone ahead of time to take pictures. Besides, his actual promotion was over in a matter of two minutes—and the entire ceremony (three others were getting promoted as well) was over in a matter of 15 minutes.

After the congratulatory comments afterwards, he got the rest of the day off… we headed straight to the ID center to replace our ID cards (new rank = new cards for both of us) and they have some new system that takes longer now, so we had probably an hour wait. After that, we played hookey the rest of the day and had a blast…

This is the only picture I took of us that day…in the car, waiting for our turn to get new IDs.

Captain Hudson

Yahoo! It’s official!

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Tom just now this very second got the word that he is being promoted to Captain as of May 1, 2006! This has been way too long in coming (it should have been in August) so we’re really excited about it! Now we get to start planning the wetdown!! Tentatively, it will be Saturday, June 3—we wanted to have it some time in May, but one of Tom’s best buds is coming home from Africa the first week of May and has a bunch of weekends planned, so June 3 was the first good weekend so he could be there. Invites will go out soon….

I have no willpower anymore.

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So…the diet we started awhile back? Yeah, not so much. We did well for like three weeks (I think I had lost like 7#) and then I got really sick and didn’t eat for a week (lost another 6#) and then as soon as I got healthy, I ate and ate and ate. And started eating crap. And more crap. Of course, the 6# from being sick came back immediately, and then the 7# that I lost. Now add a few more pounds.

I need to get back on track. I am so far OFF the track I can’t even see the raceway. I hate this. What happened to all the willpower I had before to lose 60#? (Let’s just say I’m not at 60# anymore…although, to be honest, the only day I had lost 60# was actually the one day I hit my lowest weight. It was more like 50-55# overall.)

Workplace Pros & Cons

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So if you’ve been reading along, you know that my boss finally went out on her own. It was a move that really needed to be made—and for the most part, it’s been good for me, as well. But there have been some trade offs…some of which I am none too happy about.

PROS

  1. The office atmosphere is much better. (We are away from the annoying/loud chatter of agents and the drama of a 25-person office.)
  2. I got a nice raise (although I still don’t get paid nearly what I’m worth for what I do around here!).
  3. I have a window.

CONS

  1. I am now the receptionist. (They told me we would be hiring someone for the job, then it turned into we would be hiring a property management person who would sit up front, and now I’ve been told I will be the receptionist until further notice. Unless something major changes, I also anticipate that this means I will have to do property management tasks like accepting rent, because I am the only one at the front where people walk in.)
  2. I lost my desk. (At the old office, I had recently gotten a new desk that I picked out. Over here, it didn’t fit at the front desk so it’s at the back—where I was going to move as soon as we got a receptionist. Except now it’s going to be the new girl’s desk. So I have a desk that I hate and is not very user-friendly.)
  3. We are next door to Curves—which means all day long we hear the THUMP THUMP THUMP of their exercise music. (I try not to let it bother me, because if I let it, I would be insane every day…but sometimes it DOES get to you.)
  4. I can no longer go to lunch with the bosses—we cannot close/lock the doors for any reason and someone always has to be here to answer the phone. (While I understand it from a business perspective, it’s not like we have a steady stream of traffic through here. If someone has to drop something off, there’s a drop box. If someone has to get in touch with you, they can call your cell like they always do. If someone calls, they can leave a message. If someone stops by, I am sure they will be understanding that you are taking an hour lunch break. And it’s not like we went out all the time—but it was a nice treat to lunch together every so often.)
  5. If you’ve been reading along, you will also know that I rarely get to take an actual lunch break. (Since there is no one to officially cover me, I end up eating at my desk and generally end up taking phone calls and/or working.)

Fuzzy Update

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Well, he seems to be just fine. He slept with me all night (a big treat, since we usually lock them all up at night) and it doesn’t seem like anything at all is wrong! So, we’re hoping that yesterday was just a fluke.

We did, however, have a fun challenge getting him his meds—he is the biggest frickin’ baby when it comes to anything like that (pills, flea stuff, etc.). It shouldn’t have been hard—a pill dissolved in water given through a syringe (squirted into his mouth). The first dose (last night) went all over me and him but we were successful this morning (although I was sure he was going to spit it out)!

So, we’re keeping our fingers crossed!!

A Fuzzy Scare

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So Tom had today off and called me about 4pm to say that Fuzzy was vomiting up blood! He was scrambling to get The Fuzz into our vet (who didn’t have any openings) or another vet they recommended (they weren’t available!). After about the longest five minutes of my life, he called to say that our vet did make room for him. Tom assured me that Fuzzy looked fine and didn’t appear to be any worse for the wear…but still, I was freaking out, wondering if I should go home to be with him. (After one cat we had that got sick and died within like four hours…I am paranoid about the timeline of emergencies and treatment.) But on Tom’s assurance that Fuzzy really did seem to be fine, I managed to make it through the rest of the day.

They had already been to the vet and back by the time I got home. Tom said that the vet said Fuzzy appeared to be fine—he just felt his innards and didn’t do any bloodwork or tests or x-rays or anything. He said something to the effect of Fuzzy possibly vomiting due to stress of some sort—and if you vomit enough times, eventually blood will come up. So, he gave him a shot of something to calm his stomach, some special moist food with extra vitamins in it, and medicine for the next few days. (I have no earthly idea what could be stressing him out. Nothing in his schedule or life has changed at all in the past month. I thought maybe he ate something that didn’t agree with him and he was just trying to get it out—but he’s never been one to eat strange crap off the floor or anything.)

We’re just keeping our fingers crossed that it was some odd thing that is not going to turn into a serious problem (or isn’t already a serious problem that we’re just not noticing). We love him to death, but there’s just no budget for hundreds or thousands of dollars in vet bills…….

Oh, and the topper of it all?? Guess how much he weighed? You will NEVER ever guess. Ready? 13.8#. THIRTEEN POINT EIGHT POUNDS! From the beefy guy who at one time weighed 24#!! The odd thing is that he doesn’t feel ANY lighter than he ever did! So now he only weighs like 1-2# more than the twins! And about the same as Maggie!

Easter A/C

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Happy Easter! Happy A/C!

We finally turned the A/C on for the first time this year… we were cooking and having people over for Easter dinner and didn’t want it to be too ungodly hot in the house. We should have turned it on yesterday, as it was about 87 degrees, but it was pretty breezy and by the time we wanted it on, it was like 7:00 and already cooling down. Tonight, however, it’s nice and cool, so we’ve already turned it off! I’m always scared to turn it on for the first time because it seems like it never goes off after that….and I hate the bills!

Easter dinner was delicious and we had a good time. It wasn’t the Len Easter, but we did share the meal with two of our best friends, Roger and Ursula. Oh, and of course Virginia and Caroline. Remember Caroline? The 1.2# preemie? Here she is now:

caroline easter

Poor Maggie!

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So she’s been scratching and digging practically since we brought her home. We felt bad for her, but didn’t think all that much about it.

Well, it started to get worse, and the vet recommended we wash all her bedding in dye-free/scent-free detergent (no fabric softener, either!) plus we changed her food to the ultra-expensive all-natural made-from-meat-and-veggies food. And she still itched and scratched herself RAW.

We took her back to the vet and he said it’s probably a food allergy—she’s most likely allergic to chicken! Hoo boy, there’s chicken in her treats, her bones, and of course the Ultra-Expensive Natural Food we just bought 30# of. Plus, he said she can’t have any toys for at least two weeks! He also wants to rule out germs or bacteria as the source (i.e. her saliva on the toys).

So in addition to the poor baby being scratched raw and going through ANOTHER food change (now we’re on an expensive lamb and rice formula)…she has no toys to play with! Which means she drives us nuts and is attacking Boots with more ferocity than ever! She does seem to be itching less, though, so it’s all worth it.

And once again…

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So it’s 12:45 and I’m eating lunch at my desk because no one is here. They were gone from probably 10:30-12:00, popped in for 45 minutes to eat lunch and quick do a few things, then left again. Of course, I was busy the entire time doing stuff for them since they were only here a short time. So, seriously, how do they expect me to take a “real” lunch if no one is here????