We's Goin' Floatin' !
Finally! I've gotten so jealous hearing of everyone's lovely float trips, all the fun they've had, all the beer they've drank. So I'm going to do it too!
The weekend of July 21st we're going to load up and head to the lovely Illinois River and go on a float trip. Hopefully we can end up with 4 or 5 more people to go with us, because when it comes to floating, the more the merrier.
We've discussed bringing the dog, but since he's still so rowdy we'll probably leave him in the care of Ace's parents. We can't leave a 70# dog inside a tent for very long, it's just not nice. So we'll take him to the lake some time just during the day instead.
I'm so freaking excited!!!
Fortune cookies
For those of you that don't know, there's a little trick you're supposed to do when reading a fortune cookie. You follow your fortune with the phrase 'in bed'. It's quite fun.
Today we hit the Chinese buffet for lunch. My fortune read "Time heals all wounds. Keep your chin up... in bed"
Nice, right?
Ace's was 10 times better.
"Traveling to the south will bring you unexpected happiness... in bed"
He's so lucky. Well, I guess I'm so lucky. He's the traveling one. :)
He's a good one
Last night when Ace was on his way home he gave me a call. He said he was on his way, and asked if there was anything I needed.
Nah, I said. Nothing I need, but Im really craving a coconut cream pie shake from Sonic. I'll probably go out later and get one of those.
Mr. Ace shows up an hour later with what? A coconut cream pie shake. I sure do love him. Thanks honey!!
Boomer no longer has balls
Saturday Mr. Boomer went to work with me, excited to see his other doggy friends he made during his last trip and play in the pool. Poor trusting soul, he had no idea what he was in for.
He was getting the balls whacked. The vet did a great job with him, but she did say she had a hard time getting him to stop bleeding. So he has some swelling, and still looks like the balls are there because of the blood that filled the area in, but that will be reabsorbed into his body before too long. He was so groggy that when I took him from the clinic back to the shelter where I was he was walking like a drunk dog. And he peed for about 5 minutes. Even with all of his medicine the boy didn't pee inside. He's so cool...
After I got him home we kept him in the living room so I could watch him and make sure he didn't vomit or start licking his incision and possibly reopen it. Then came the fun part of giving him a pain pill. I thought I'd be smart and insert it into a piece of a hot dog. The dog spit it out. I tried again, and he spit it out. So I opened his mouth and dropped the pill in. He spit it out. Tried it again, and he still spit it out. Once on the ground he sniffed it, picked it up in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. Then, and only then, did he eat the hot dog. Yup, that's right, my dog's smarter than me.
But he's just fine now. Plays and runs and jumps just like before the surgery. It will take about a month for all of the hormones to finally leave his body and then he'll really start to calm down and hopefully stop trying to hump me. That's never fun... lol
A worthy sendoff
Today is a co-worker's last day. He's moving back to California to rejoin his family after spending the last 6 years here.
We all went out for lunch, had a few drinks, and lots of really good food. Spent about 2 hours out of the office just bullshitting and carrying on. It was great.
After that we came back and had a little party for him, including a scrumptious pineapple upside down cake. That baby was awesome. Earlier we had all passed a card around for everyone to sign for him, and we ran out of room. So we cut down 3 extra pages to fit inside for all to be able to sign. As he read it he cried. The company owner bought him an ipod and music download giftcard to help pass the time on his long drive. As the soon to be departed hugged the owner, they both cried. So sweet... We'll all miss him very much, but I know he'll love his new life in California.
Have you ever wondered....
...why people in a small space insist on wearing strongly scented perfumes and lotions?
*cough cough hack hack*
I hate her today. And I hate coconut scented lotion while at my desk.
I've had a revelation
As my readers know, I've had a hard time coming to terms with the death of my Grandpa this past January. The impending Fathers' Day isn't helping matters either. I'm a thinker. I try to think things through to come to the best solution of my problem, and this is no different. I have thought and thought as to why THIS death is different than the way I've handled the others. I'm a fairly resilient person, and usually by the end of the funeral I'm ok. Still a bit sad at times, especially when something out of the blue reminds me of the loved one I have lost. This one is different, I think of him daily. I'm sad about him daily. I miss him... daily.
At first I thought that maybe it was because he was sick for so long, but always bounced back, better than before the illness, proving just how stubborn he can be. He refused to quit anything, most of all, his life. Maybe it was that it was just too hard to believe that he finally gave up.
Then I started to think the reason I'm so fixated on this is because I was beside him, holding his hand as he took his last breath. I saw the pain in everyone's eyes, the hurt in their hearts. And I'm a fixer. I've always prided myself on being able to take care of everything, and there was nothing I could do to ease anyone's pain. There was nothing that could be done to bring him back. Hell, it was the family that decided to pull him from the medicines that were keeping him alive. We decided to let him go, so why was it so hard to let him go? We knew when we did it that he would die, but we did it anyway. Before he went back into his coma he told us he wanted to go. We know we did the right thing, so why is it still so hard?
I think I have come to the real answer. My Grandma is still alive. I know that sounds crazy, but to me it makes sense. For those of you who have someone older in your life who has been married for many many years, you can probably relate. They do everything together. Have the same laugh, the same smile. The same hopes, dreams, and fears. After many years of love and life together, a couple becomes like one person. They go everywhere and do everything together. You can't imagine one without the other. And that's my problem. It's like he's not really gone, because half of him is still here. Still alive and well. My grandmother is the reason I can't accept his death. His memories, his laughter, his integrity, and most of all, his love is still alive and well in her. So it's like he's still alive also. And that's how I am going to handle this. From now on when I spend my Sunday's at Grandma's , I'm not just visiting her. I'm visiting both.
God help me when she goes...
A to Z - from Daven's blog
A ~ Age: 23
B ~ Band you are listening to right now: George Strait baby...
C ~ Chocolate or Cotton Candy: Cotton Candy
D ~ Drums or Drumsticks: Drumsticks (chicken)
E ~ Easiest person to talk to: Ace
F ~ Favorite song: Drift off to Dream (Travis Tritt)
G ~ Gummy bears or Gummy worms: Bears
H ~ Hometown: Kellyville, OK
I ~ Iguanas or Iggy: Iguana, because I don't know what Iggy is.
J ~ Job: Printing
K ~ Kids: 2 sort-of step-kids.
L ~ Love or Lust: Love
M ~ Mashed potatoes or Meatloaf: Mashed potatoes and white gravy
N ~ Number of people you slept with: Not answering this...
O ~ Orange juice or Orange sherbert: Can I say both?
P ~ Phobia(s): Ticks. Holy hell those things are nasty.
Q ~ Quote: Yeah... I've got nothing. (Girl at work)
R ~ Reason to smile: Everything.
S~ Song you last sung: I have no idea... I'm not a singer.
T ~ Time you woke up: 6:30
U ~ Unknown fact about me:I had open heart surgery as a baby.
V ~ Vegetable you hate: Brussels sprouts. Funky stuff.
W ~ Worst habit: Being stubborn?
X ~ X~rays: Several, after a car accident, and after breaking my hand.
Y ~ Yummy food: Hot wings
Z ~ Zodiac: Pisces
I was the victim of a Hit and Trot....
You'll never believe what happened to me....
I leave work on Saturday evening, I have the dog in the back seat and a co-worker in the passenger seat because I'm taking her home.
On the side of the road there are 2 people riding horses on the median, and a car following slowly behind blocking the outside lane of traffic. Two more horses are ridden up, and one of them gets a little wild. He bucks, and kicks another horse, which is ridden by a young boy.
The horse that was kicked gets spooked, and starts bucking erractically. I fear the boy being bucked off and me running him over, so I come to a complete stop. The horse changes directions, and smacks smooth into my car. Yup... the one that I bought a mere 6 weeks ago. Boomer yelps and dives into the floorboard behind my seat. Poor baby has probably never even seen a horse before.
Oh, and I'm not done. The boy was still on the car when the horse hit me, so he had his leg smashed. The horse rares up, stomps on the roof of the car, and the boy falls off onto the street. The horse comes down and lands on the boy. I know, because I heard him scream. The horse turns, and hits the car again, then hauls ass down the road. Another person gets off of one of the horses, and comes to get the boy, and puts him in the car. Then the horses ride off to get the one that darted down the street. They bring him back up, but he's holding his hoof up, and the lowest joint (what would be our wrist) appears to be broken. (probably from the dents he put in the car roof) The boy is bleeding and crying.
I'm on the phone with 911, giving the ambulance directions to come out and check on the boy. After that I was going to call the vet from the shelter and have her come tend to the horse. The "parents" decide it's a good idea to put their son back on this horse that was just involved in a car wreck and is now very scared and injured. Then they all hop back on their horses, grab the injured one by the halter, and run down the street away from me.
The car is still there, so I have the girl who is with me get the tag number. Sure as shit, the fire truck pulls up and the car takes off also. The firetruck goes to look for the boy on the horse instead of the car (good decision to me, that boy needed a trip to the hospital)
When the ambulance, police, and other firetrucks show up they all go in different ways to look for these people. And... don't find them.
I've filed it with my insurance, and as soon as I can come up with enough money for the deductable I'll have it fixed.
Now taking from Miss Anne's blog, I have come up with a few gratefuls.
1. That I wasn't injured.
2. That the horse didn't come through the windshield when he rared up and land in my friend's lap.
3. That the little boy wasn't killed after being hit by my car. Even though my car ended up damaged because of my decision, I'd rather pay the deductable then know that a car I was driving killed a child.
And that's it folks. A Hit and Trot.
Say that again... ??
Everyone's heard the phrase "busting my ass" right? Like having to bust your ass at work to get a specific project completed? Ok, good.
Today Ace and I were at lunch. A woman who works at a local grocery store (had a uniform on) was talking about how rough her job was. The customers are rude, management is inattentive, and the hours are terrible.
She said: "Every day go into work and get my ass busted, and get no type of reward"
So, if she's getting her ass busted at work, what else goes on there, and why haven't I been invited to participate?
I'm baaaack!!
Hey folks, I'm back after taking a couple of days off from job #1. It was fun, just not nearly enough time away.
Here's the recap.
Thursday: Had an adjuster come look at the roof of our house, it's missing some shingles from a few storms, so we'll see if they'll replace it or not. We also had the power company out. They are burying the lines in the neighborhood, so we had to have the meter and box on the back of the house replaced. So I was without power (and air conditioning) for about 2 hours. Then I cruised over to job # 2 to pick up my paycheck, and got some bad news. Remember the spinning dog I told you about last week? He was my favorite guy there. The vet met with the kennel manager and some other people, and they decided to put him down. He had OCD, and the medicine to fix it was way out of the shelter's budget. He died about an hour before I got there. I didn't get to say goodbye to him, which probably only saved me from either trying to steal him and take him to my house, or crying. I'm sure it was best that I wasn't there. Love you Tinky...
Friday: Had the boys, and planned for the new doggy. We made a trip to Wal-Mart for supplies and food, then made it back and watched a couple of videos. Washed the car outside, and had a lovely water fight. All 3 of us were soaked from head to toe, that was a good time. We had lunch, then played a bit in the back yard. The city had a surprise for us, the replaced the water line that ran from our house to the one across the street. So about 2pm I had a backhoe in the driveway digging up all the dirt (and blocking my car in). We were also without water from 1 or so until after 7. That was fun... I headed out to pick up Boomer the new doggy, and the boys left with Ace to go to a baseball tournament.
Saturday and Sunday I was back at work, doing normal work stuff. No big deal there.
And that's all. I'm going to try and have new doggy pictures up tomorrow. Just fair warning, this puppy's no puppy. Dude's huge.
