Thursday, January 26, 2012
Look! I'm a Photo-grapher!
Took a bunch of pictures the other night. So, now you all can see them, too! You're welcome.
Rough Couple of Days
Where shall I begin? At the beginning, I suppose. So, last Wednesday, mid-afternoon, I open my front door and call for my cat, Howler, who's been missing for over a week now :(. But instead of Howler bolting through my door, a stray, orange tabby does. I nearly panicked. Crap. There's a stray cat in my house.
I should note, this kind of stuff only happens to me.
I walk through the front porch and back into the house where I see said orange tabby playing with both of my kids in the floor. The kids and cat are laying on the floor, on their backs, side by side. The cat rolled to one side and gently batted at Zoey's nose, then rolled to the other side and gently batted at Donovan's nose. It was as if the perfectly, playful kitty ran right into a house it had determined it belonged in. I put an ad on craigslist for a found cat and planned to let her stay until I heard something. When I sat on the couch next to the three of them, she got up and rubbed against me like she knew I had made that decision.
By late evening, my cat, Bubbles, smelled the guest kitty, tracked her to the living room where she was resting under my recliner. This is when things went not so well. Bubbles did not like having another female come into our house, or maybe just that it was another cat at all. They growled (or whatever cats do) and hissed at each other, mostly Bubbles. Once Bubbles walked away, I picked up the tabby and held her in my lap. She was perfectly content until Bubbles came back. Then Bubbles scared the pee out of her- literally. On me. The cat peed all over my leg and ran into the corner. Stupid Bubbles couldn't just be nice.
I decided to put the tabby on the back porch where the food and litter box are. However, this also leads to the basement where I thought she may find some nice hiding places to be relieved of Bubbles and access food and bathroom. Big mistake. The first night she was in our little workroom down there where Dave and I used to paint ceramics. I put food and water in there and told myself once she finished what was in those bowls, she had to suck it up and come upstairs or DIE. Just kidding, lol. If she wouldn't ever come upstairs and Bubbles wouldn't ever adjust, and no owner claimed her, she'd have to go to animal control. She ate and drank those bowls empty, but after that first night, I could never find her when I went down there to check on her. And I was looking everywhere. I determined she had to be in the rafters where I couldn't see her.
Sure enough, late Sunday night, into Monday morning, about 3 a.m., I decided to look again and check the rafters. I couldn't see parts of the rafters because of some particle boards put up as make-shift ceiling. Then Bubbles came down stairs and I decided to follow her around. Then she stopped, looked up, and did her growl thing. I followed her gaze and there was the tabby in the rafters on top of particle board. Well crap.
"Dave!"
I had Dave bang on the boards to scare her out, and I grabbed her when she jumped. We put her straight into a crate so I could take her to animal control. Sounds simple, right? On the contrary, my friend.
When she first jumped from the rafter, and I grabbed her, she panicked and tried to climb the wall like some kind of spidercat. She flipped out a little, but I pinned her on top of the washer and Dave grabbed the crate. As soon as we went to put her int he crate she FLIPPED and messed me ALL up. I pinned her again (whispering in my head, "Pinned ya 'gin," like Nala in the Lion King).
"Okay. We need a plan," I declared.
"You hold her there and I'll put the crate over her head. Her only free range of motion will be into the crate," Dave said.
"I don't think that will work, but what's it gonna hurt?"
"Well, you're bleeding all over the place, so let's do this," he pointed out.
He positioned the crate, and I eased her in. Not perfectly smoothly, but better than the first time.
Mission complete.
Brought her upstairs and went to wash my hands, nicely covered in blood. I noticed I'm scratched every where, but pretty gouged in my right thumb. Couple band-aids later and a layer of medical tape, we go to bed. I wake up a fewer hours later to get Van off to school and get ready for an animal control trip and the library. But what's this? My thumb is ridiculously swollen. And the pain is unreal for what seemed like such a tiny scratch. Turns out it got infected pretty quick. I'm on 2- 150mg antibiotics 4 times a day PLUS an 875mg antibiotic 2 times a day. Yeah. After my followup with my doc today, he wants another 5 days of the 875mg stuff.
To top off this joyous annoyance, I've had a nasty cold since Monday night. When it rains, it pours. It pours snot. Because my nose has been running like a faucet. A runny, snotty faucet. Sexy, right?
Well then... I think I may need to practice making long stories short.
I should note, this kind of stuff only happens to me.
I walk through the front porch and back into the house where I see said orange tabby playing with both of my kids in the floor. The kids and cat are laying on the floor, on their backs, side by side. The cat rolled to one side and gently batted at Zoey's nose, then rolled to the other side and gently batted at Donovan's nose. It was as if the perfectly, playful kitty ran right into a house it had determined it belonged in. I put an ad on craigslist for a found cat and planned to let her stay until I heard something. When I sat on the couch next to the three of them, she got up and rubbed against me like she knew I had made that decision.
By late evening, my cat, Bubbles, smelled the guest kitty, tracked her to the living room where she was resting under my recliner. This is when things went not so well. Bubbles did not like having another female come into our house, or maybe just that it was another cat at all. They growled (or whatever cats do) and hissed at each other, mostly Bubbles. Once Bubbles walked away, I picked up the tabby and held her in my lap. She was perfectly content until Bubbles came back. Then Bubbles scared the pee out of her- literally. On me. The cat peed all over my leg and ran into the corner. Stupid Bubbles couldn't just be nice.
I decided to put the tabby on the back porch where the food and litter box are. However, this also leads to the basement where I thought she may find some nice hiding places to be relieved of Bubbles and access food and bathroom. Big mistake. The first night she was in our little workroom down there where Dave and I used to paint ceramics. I put food and water in there and told myself once she finished what was in those bowls, she had to suck it up and come upstairs or DIE. Just kidding, lol. If she wouldn't ever come upstairs and Bubbles wouldn't ever adjust, and no owner claimed her, she'd have to go to animal control. She ate and drank those bowls empty, but after that first night, I could never find her when I went down there to check on her. And I was looking everywhere. I determined she had to be in the rafters where I couldn't see her.
Sure enough, late Sunday night, into Monday morning, about 3 a.m., I decided to look again and check the rafters. I couldn't see parts of the rafters because of some particle boards put up as make-shift ceiling. Then Bubbles came down stairs and I decided to follow her around. Then she stopped, looked up, and did her growl thing. I followed her gaze and there was the tabby in the rafters on top of particle board. Well crap.
"Dave!"
I had Dave bang on the boards to scare her out, and I grabbed her when she jumped. We put her straight into a crate so I could take her to animal control. Sounds simple, right? On the contrary, my friend.
When she first jumped from the rafter, and I grabbed her, she panicked and tried to climb the wall like some kind of spidercat. She flipped out a little, but I pinned her on top of the washer and Dave grabbed the crate. As soon as we went to put her int he crate she FLIPPED and messed me ALL up. I pinned her again (whispering in my head, "Pinned ya 'gin," like Nala in the Lion King).
"Okay. We need a plan," I declared.
"You hold her there and I'll put the crate over her head. Her only free range of motion will be into the crate," Dave said.
"I don't think that will work, but what's it gonna hurt?"
"Well, you're bleeding all over the place, so let's do this," he pointed out.
He positioned the crate, and I eased her in. Not perfectly smoothly, but better than the first time.
Mission complete.
Brought her upstairs and went to wash my hands, nicely covered in blood. I noticed I'm scratched every where, but pretty gouged in my right thumb. Couple band-aids later and a layer of medical tape, we go to bed. I wake up a fewer hours later to get Van off to school and get ready for an animal control trip and the library. But what's this? My thumb is ridiculously swollen. And the pain is unreal for what seemed like such a tiny scratch. Turns out it got infected pretty quick. I'm on 2- 150mg antibiotics 4 times a day PLUS an 875mg antibiotic 2 times a day. Yeah. After my followup with my doc today, he wants another 5 days of the 875mg stuff.
To top off this joyous annoyance, I've had a nasty cold since Monday night. When it rains, it pours. It pours snot. Because my nose has been running like a faucet. A runny, snotty faucet. Sexy, right?
Well then... I think I may need to practice making long stories short.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Bitch Please, I'm Famous.
Saw this post on 9gag.com... I couldn't NOT put on my blog. Why? Because the Packers are mother fricken awesome, that's why.
I whip my hair back n forth!
Aside from the fact that he's hot, homie prolly just made an awesome play- mostly 'cause that's what the Packs do.
I whip my hair back n forth!
Aside from the fact that he's hot, homie prolly just made an awesome play- mostly 'cause that's what the Packs do.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
World Book Night
As a part of Kaplan University's Ambassador's and Leader's Committee, I'm taking part in World Book night. I'm posting the link below, but in short, it's a night in April where thousands of people will hand out books to light and non-readers to promote books and reading.
I've already signed up, and you can too! If you're interested just follow the link. If you're more interested in getting a book, let me know. I'm trying for My Sister's Keeper. My sister and I have read this book, we both loved it, and I don't think anyone could NOT like it. If I can't get that book, my next choices were The Lovely Bones and The Things They Carried, respectively.
Hope this peaks some interest, guys.
Well then... the link:
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
At the Library
I'm diligently working at the library. However, I have interrupted my diligence to make this post because I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying- therefore, I must share this.
Library. K?
My phone vibrates. It's my sister-in-law. She begins the conversation with, "Hey, I know you're in the library."
The entire remainder of the conversation, mostly her telling me to call her when I'm done, she whispers. Because I'm at the library.
HAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAH
Library. K?
My phone vibrates. It's my sister-in-law. She begins the conversation with, "Hey, I know you're in the library."
The entire remainder of the conversation, mostly her telling me to call her when I'm done, she whispers. Because I'm at the library.
HAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAH
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Oh, Gramma...
I was on the phone with my gramma today. She was telling me about her prescription medication provider not offering a generic for a Potassium supplement and having to pay $75 for a 90 day supply. This is the third time she's told me this, and the part about one rep at the med place saying they had a generic for $12.50/90 day supply- which was apparently wrong and she still has to pay the outrageous $75.
The last time she told me this, I told her to ask her doctor if she can take the over-the-counter supplement in stores. She was baffled and amazed that anyone could buy something she had a script for. I went to the store for her that day and checked the price while I was there- $5 for 100 pills.
She was shocked.
Then, when we talked today, she tells me everything again- from the beginning. The two different phone calls to the med supplier, then calling her doc again, talking to a different rep again... yadda yadda yadda.
When I said again to ask her doctor about taking the in-store supplement, she kept saying, "I did. I asked him if I can take a generic, and he said yes, but they don't have a generic."
"No, Gramma, I mean the one in the store for $5. They're 90mg. Ask if you can take those."
"Oh, yes. Yes, I did. But they don't have them. I have to pay $75."
At this point, I decided to let it ride and text my mom, who will be at the doctor with her for her appointment in Monday.
"Well, Gramma, what can you do?" I ask.
"I tell you. I'm going to ask about those ones at the store," she says.
Then, she went on to tell me about calling Comcast for raising her bill.... ready?....get this.... $.01 That's right, ONE CENT. lol And when she called them, she got mad at, and hung up on, the woman that wouldn't listen to her and just kept saying, "Tell me what you're calling for today." (She was talking about the Automated Voice Response System)
OH, HONEY....
GIFSoup
Well then... I guess old age should be a blast.
The last time she told me this, I told her to ask her doctor if she can take the over-the-counter supplement in stores. She was baffled and amazed that anyone could buy something she had a script for. I went to the store for her that day and checked the price while I was there- $5 for 100 pills.
She was shocked.
Then, when we talked today, she tells me everything again- from the beginning. The two different phone calls to the med supplier, then calling her doc again, talking to a different rep again... yadda yadda yadda.
When I said again to ask her doctor about taking the in-store supplement, she kept saying, "I did. I asked him if I can take a generic, and he said yes, but they don't have a generic."
"No, Gramma, I mean the one in the store for $5. They're 90mg. Ask if you can take those."
"Oh, yes. Yes, I did. But they don't have them. I have to pay $75."
At this point, I decided to let it ride and text my mom, who will be at the doctor with her for her appointment in Monday.
"Well, Gramma, what can you do?" I ask.
"I tell you. I'm going to ask about those ones at the store," she says.
Then, she went on to tell me about calling Comcast for raising her bill.... ready?....get this.... $.01 That's right, ONE CENT. lol And when she called them, she got mad at, and hung up on, the woman that wouldn't listen to her and just kept saying, "Tell me what you're calling for today." (She was talking about the Automated Voice Response System)
OH, HONEY....
GIFSoup
Well then... I guess old age should be a blast.
Monday, January 9, 2012
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