Published Friday, February 19, 2010 by

The one with good news

I have had a not-so-great week… including, but not limited to, the following not-so-great events:

I got sick. Like, super sick. Tuesday night was the Migraine From Hell, followed by some sort of stomach nonsense that left me feeling prettttty damn sure I was going to throw up. (Hint: I never did actually throw up. This is a good thing.) The Migraine From Hell continued throughout the week in the form of the Bitchface Headache That Never Goes Away.

I went to work Wednesday but left by noon. I didn’t go in Thursday and today? Well, my bosses made me go home early. One said “YOU SHOULD. NOT. BE. HERE.”

So I went home early.

And then there was Sable to deal with. (What’s that? You want an update? She’s doing well and I’ll be DAMNED IF WE’RE AMPUTATING HER LEG. That is all.)

And then there was all of this nonsense with the house-buying thing. UGH. Send paperwork, forget paperwork, can’t find paperwork and WTF more paperwork.

So then I really started to feel like Dr. Cuddy in that episode of House. You know, everything that can go wrong DOES go wrong and she finally says fuck it, right? “Tell him I quit.” I know I let the stress get to me early this week and I’m 95% sure that’s why I got as sick as I did/am… but I was ready to throw in the towel.

And THEN, just like in that episode of House when Cuddy is having the.worst.day.ever… things started looking up. I got home early today to find my shoes from Forever 21 had arrived.

Yay!

So of COURSE I tried them on and they all fit!

Double yay!

Pictures coming soon. (YES, Lauren, of me wearing them.)

And then I got a few emails from our loan guy and he had nothing but good news, so I called the homeowner of the house we’re buying and she’s nothing if not supportive of our attempts to move in. And by that, I mean she straight up told me to start moving this weekend.

TRIPLE FUCKING YES YES YES!

Did you read that? THIS. WEEKEND. Tomorrow. She even asked if we had keys and I said no and she was like well shit you definitely need keys if you’re going to move in.

Okay so she didn’t actually swear like that cuz she’s a classy lady and all (and I’m so totally not classy) but WE’RE MOVING IN THIS WEEKEND.

Even if I am sick. Gr.

Also, it kindareally sucks when you call your best friend super super excited about moving into a house you’re trying to buy and she doesn’t answer the phone (because she’s on the phone with her mom or something? wtf.)

Etc.

Sable THE house

Published Saturday, February 13, 2010 by

Sable

I am still reeling from the effects of yesterday.

I’ll start from the beginning, because my brain is too much mush to tell the story any way other than chronologically.

First, work was absolutely insane, including incidents with vomit and an unplanned fire drill. It was one thing after another and I was lucky I didn’t have any other large projects going on that needed to be completed, because it just wouldn’t have happened. Let’s just say that I was happy to leave at the end of the day.

I got home and nothing was out of the ordinary. I let the dogs outside and went inside to change out of my work clothes. By the time the boy got home from work, the dogs were inside and I was relaxing in front of the TV on the couch.

That’s kind of when all hell broke loose.

“What’s wrong with Sable*?” he asked me.

Um. What?

He proceeded to explain that she was limping and he saw some blood on the porch.

Cue freak out.

About this time, she had walked inside and I could see very plainly that yes, she was indeed limping.

I picked her up to get the pressure off the back leg that seemed to be bothering her. She yowled a bit and I could tell she was uncomfortable, so I knelt down to lay her gently on the ground.

That’s when I saw the grey hoodie I was wearing had an addition: near my shoulder, where Sable’s hind legs were when I was holding her, was… blood. I don’t mean that I was exactly covered in blood, but it was more than just a few drops. It was enough to make me gasp and, of course, begin to cry.

Obviously, we went straight to the vet, where she was examined and x-rayed.

It turns out Sable was shot with a pellet gun. The pellet is stuck inside her pelvic region, and it broke her femur. It was, and still is at this point, unclear whether the pellet struck any vital internal organs such as the bladder or colon. We are watching her litter box to be sure there is no blood anywhere. So far, it’s looking good as far as that goes, but it’s been less than 24 hours, so we’re still not sure.

We’re looking at a $500+ surgery to repair her leg. The vet explained they would remove the ball-and-socket joint and create a sort of false joint. Sable would recover quickly from that. If we opt out of the surgery, the vet explained it would be a painful process and added Sable might not fully recover.

Hopefully the pellet didn’t make contact with any organs inside… not only because the surgery would then be more expensive, but because it would, obviously, be harder on Sable.

I didn’t even realize how much I really love Sable until this happened… truthfully I’ve been talking a lot lately about how much I “hate cats” and “never wanted to have cats.” But as soon as I saw that blood coming from my baby, the tears were there without warning. I couldn’t help but to worry and I’ll be the first to tell you that I was NOT a pretty sight at the vet office. I may have broken down sobbing when they took her to be x-rayed and I my eyes may have welled up with tears when they confirmed that yes, the wound was from a pellet gun.

I am trying to wrap my head around the fact that somebody SHOT my CAT. At first I tried to be optimistic and wondered if it could possibly have been an accident. The Boy assured me that pellet guns are shot at close range. Very close range. Basically, they would have had to have known Sable was there and been aiming in her direction. And why would you aim NEAR a cat if you’re not trying to HIT the cat?

This wasn’t an accident. Somebody shot my cat.

Currently, Sable is secluded in a crate to ensure none of the other animals bother her and her healing process. We have antibiotics and pain medication, and I’m spoiling her with all the wet food (as opposed to boring, dry food) she wants. I’m trying to give her as much loving attention as I can, but she has slept a majority of the time since we got her home last night shortly at 7 p.m.

I really can’t understand why this happened, or why somebody would do this.

Other than, of course, the fact that people are incredible assholes.

*For those of you not familiar, Sable is our cat.

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getting serious Sable

Published Tuesday, February 9, 2010 by

I’m here… so now what?

Okay.

So, here’s the deal. Every time I have some time at home to sit down and write – I mean really WRITE – and I actually DO (sit down to write, that is… like physically sit down at the desk, turn the computer on and all that fun stuff) … nothing comes out. My brain’s all, “Oh, hey! Finally! An outlet! It’s about time! *PFFFFFFFFFFffffffffftttt….*”

Annnnnnd nothing. All day long (well, maybe not ALL day because I do, you know, actually work while I’m at work (contrary to popular belief)) I think about all my stresses and how writing alleviates that stress and I think about all this other really great stuff I’m currently in love with that I’d like to share with y’all… and then? Nothing. A big fat effing nothing.

By the time I get HERE, my head is all bills and late fees and ohfuck we-have-less-than-three-weeks-until-we’re-homeless ohfuck. By the time I get HERE, Solitaire is open and I’m all “I just have to win ONCE and then I’ll do [fill in the blank].” And then I lose SEVENTEEN GAMES IN. A. ROW. And then I forget about writing altogether because seriously, whoever invented that game must be simultaneously shot and celebrated. Who knew such a simple game could be so addictive? WHO KNEW.

By the time I get HERE, I feel lost among the pile of dishes here and the multiple piles of laundry there and good lord the piles of dog hair EVERYWHERE, not to mention the piles of worthless shit I’ve acquired during my 23 years on this planet that I desperately need to just throw. away. already.

By the time I get HERE, part of me doesn’t even want to be HERE anymore. I’d rather be on the couch or, more likely, in bed. Because I shit you not, I have been asleep on a regular basis by 10 p.m. every night (because I wake up at 5:30 every morning). This coming from the girl who was almost always still awake at 3 in the morning and could, without a problem, sleep past noon daily.

I mean, not that I don’t sleep in on the weekends now. It’s just that sleeping in is more like 10 a.m. than 2 p.m. now. Hmph.

One last note? If you hear anything about some missing dogs in my area, who may or may not have been shot and buried in somebody’s yard*… just go ahead and ignore that. It’s not like we’ve had A SHITLOAD of effing dogs in our yard for the past two weeks, SCRATCHING ON THE FRONT DOOR and nudging the sliding glass door in the bedroom and waking us up in the middle of the night trying to get to Callie because she’s in heat right now. Nope, that hasn’t happened. Not once.

*I’M KIDDING. I’M SOOO KIDDING. We would. not. do. that. I yell and scream at the bastards, and maybe throw some sticks at them, but I would NEVER hurt an animal. But the owners who let them wander around the neighborhood constantly? Yeah, they’re a different story.

Etc.

maybe some rambling

Published Sunday, February 7, 2010 by

On the Superbowl, moving and maybe freaking out a bit

I tried. I really, really tried.

Seriously, I tried to get into the Superbowl. I even went so far as to pick a side – saying that, although I don’t particularly like him, I felt the need to root for Reggie Bush and the Saints. Go Pac-10.

But sometime during the first quarter, the beginnings of a headache set in (though I’m pretty sure that has more to do with the fact that our washer and dryer make it sound like a helicopter is taking off from our bathroom). And before halftime even set it, I retreated to the bedroom and the computer… after taking a little dose of Advil, that is.

And then I saw the previews for the new Alice in Wonderland by Tim Burton with Johnny Depp and holyshit. I love me some Johnny but WTF are he and Tim Burton doing to the classics? First they butchered Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (or is it Willie Wonka? I never could remember which was which) and now this? I am NOT. OKAY. with this.

But anyway, retreat to the bedroom I did… but I kept the Superbowl on the TV in here, too. I think I feel like I might miss out on something the rest of the world will be talking about later and y’all, I don’t have the internet so I get PLENTY of that already, thankyouverymuch. Like the new Facebook? Yeah, WHAT NEW FACEBOOK? I haven’t seen it. Bitches.

A few updates, because a couple of you might be wondering (and we all know how horrible I am at, you know, actually calling the people I care about and keeping in touch and all that)…

THE HOUSE
We’re still on track with buying the house. I’ve been a little stressed about it (because we’re BUYING A HOUSE) and had a mini-breakdown… but now the boy is MUCH more involved in the whole process. It’s going a little (LOT) more slowly than I’d like, and earlier today I had a thought: Today is February 7. We have to move out by March 1. THAT’S 20-ISH DAYS. THREE WEEKS. And then I passed out.

So yeah, there’s that little bit of stress in my life. I’m hoping to figure something out for sure with that whole ordeal this week sooooo… wish us luck. And come help us pack/move/clean.

THE JOB
Still love the job, still not going to talk about it in detail here. I will say that I still feel a bit overwhelmed and confused at times, but everybody I work with, including my bosses, are really understanding and helpful.

Etc.

bottle up the crazy maybe some rambling sports shmorts THE house