In other news, Cerveza is hobbling around. He got used to three legs like *that* still ‘running’ around (despite our desperate yells) like crazy after the neighborhood cats on the fence. But he can’t jump up (he tried) or jump down (he did, now we watch him like a hawk).
What happened? Big sister, Caedyn, steam-rolled him (after said cats) – well, that’s our conclusion. Lots of drams surrounding vet’s visit ($3000 wha??!!) but the end results was a splint (poor man’s option) for 8 weeks. After one week, it has slipped. We go to the vet Monday, but this will suck if he has to go back every week for a new splint. Bleah.
I will leave you with some cute pictures…because he’s that cute
Coming home from the vet at RiteAide (did you know you can get a lot of your pet’s prescriptions at a normal drugstore for a lot less money??)
I pulled the blankets down (he sleeps under them) & this is what I found. *snort*
Heehee!
Caedyn ‘rooing’ - her most favoritest thing in the world.
Goodness. It just seems like I can’t get back into this thing. I’m a horrible blogger. Seems I am always busy doing things though and when I *do* have time to sit down at the comp, my ass is checkin’ Facebook and shit like that.
But I do want to start participating in HNT more. I keep saying that, now just need to DO it.
“You can be any way that you want to, how I’ll be, that’s up to me.”
Shit. I just sliced the side of my finger on Bonk’s catfood can. I might need stitches, but seeing how I’ve never had a stitch in my life, I’m not about to start now.
I like scars. I guess as long as they’re not on my face. And even then, might just depend on the scar and the where-abouts of the property it claimed. Scars are secret stories you can’t hide. People know you have a tale, but they’re at your mercy of whether it gets divulged or not.
Quicksilver had a football accident in school where he broke his femur. He wore a 1/2 body cast for almost a year. Then the Drs realized that his growth platelets in the other leg were spurting forward while the broken leg choked on itself. So what’s a good Dr to do but bust into the other knee and fuck up those growth platelets so The Platelet Family all coincides??
Now his knees look like they’ve been thru a tree shredder. We enjoy the Shark Story of how he was surfing and he got attacked by a shark. This is morbid only by the fact of someone piping up that they also know someone who was attacked by a shark. Not so cool in that environment. But seriously, we can tell them anything we want to.
Not that I want to go thru the pain of acquiring anymore, but that’s how scars work.
1. I eat Mexican food something or another at least 4x a week whether I’ve made it or we go out. (I LOVE to cook!)
2. That’s *real* Mexican food, btw. Screw El Torito, Chipotle, On The Border type places. Heehee.
3. I don’t eat anything that comes from the sea. Nothing.
4. I currently own only one pair of close-toed shoes. I live in flip-flops and sandals etc. Socks be damned!
5. I’m a list person. Not because I can’t remember things, but it helps me stay focused & I feel I’ve actually accomplished something when I cross a task off.
6. I have real long nails. Real as in my own. I have to file them down like a farrier does a horse once a week. Pretty, but a pain in the ass.
7. My husband likes things waaay cleaner than I do. He might actually do more household chores than I do because of this.
8. I’m in this asparagus phase. I could eat the shit for breakfast, lunch & dinner right now for weeks on end.
9. I mainly drink water & beer. Seriously.
10. I have very deep veins. Most needle-pokers have a hard time drawing blood from me. Even passing me off to the more ‘experienced’ people who still apologize for multiple holes.
11. I get my blood drawn at least 2x a year due to a heart issue.
12. I came to terms with my freckles around age 30. I can’t say the same for my ass
13. I’m not freaked out about turning 40. (Ask me in 2yrs if I still feel the same way though)
14. I could easily never talk to another human being if it meant living on an island with cats, dogs & other domestic/friendly animals
15. Along with seafood, I don’t eat dark meat.
16. Farts make me laugh ~~~~> I have a crude, juvenile sense of humor.
17. I don’t vote.
18. I’d like to lose 10-15lbs even though people freak out when I tell them this. I know they wouldn’t let me.
19. I still miss my horse, who died 6yrs ago, as much as I miss my dog that died a year ago this month.
20. I do most of my thinking on the way to & from work – a 45min-hr drive one way. Sometimes I don’t remember driving. Doh.
21. I love the act of writing. The movement.
22. I used to get swallowed up in the ‘What Ifs” – used to believe that I would be happier if I went somewhere else or had chosen another path in life. But it doesn’t work that way. Whereever you go, you take yourself with you.
23. A few years ago, I finally understood the old adage of “As you get older, your friends become more important to you”. But it sucks that that means I am older!
24. Never wanted kids…and still don’t, but am regretting not having them. Confusing? Yeah, don’t ask me, I have no idea either.
25. I’ve had artwork published. And poems. In books. And my own face in the local newspaper when I was 16.
Quicksilver’s race in town has been transferred to Vegas on the 5th & 6th. It sucks, we were all looking forward to spending the weekend at the track (it’s in walking distance to my house) but now…
I guess I will have to figure out something to do with the girls. And he’s already going over there every day after *real* work so he’s gonna be a pseudo-husband for awhile
It’s really windy out, but the rain was a lot lighter than they thought it would be. I’m so ready for it to be GONE, for good. Like – see you next Christmas! kind of gone. Bleah.
My coworker is going to be a dad within 3 weeks and he’s still calling the baby ‘It’. LMFAO It’s a total guy thing. I give him shit all the time (or he’ll make plans with other people for ‘in a few weeks’). I’m like “Coworker! His name is Baby’sName!” or “Coworker, you’re going to have a baby by then!” He laughs and admonishes himself, but he really can’t help it. He’s not doing it on purpose, which is why I find it so funny.
I really hope he only takes a week off of work. I lost my other assistant, who was going to cover his ass, but now it’s all me. Which is actually fine, I’m just spoiled by his help
I’ve been working on the elliptical and my thighs hurt Man. That thing works!
I’m late. Nooo, not that kind of late! *rolls eyes*
Remember when Katy Perry and Victoria Beckham were on American Idol as guest judges?? OK, let’s start there.
Now, we all know how well I know these women in real life (NOT!) so I don’t want anyone leaving me nasty comments if I burst any bubbles. This is based off of that episode, a single moment of an impression they let everyone see of themselves.
Pre-AI episode, I must confess that I wasn’t a fan of skinny lil’ Vickie there. She comes across as hoity, toity. Immersing herself into the fantasy world of being famous. Like that’s all that matters. I could go on. But I did like Katy Perry. I thought her fun & flirty, gregarious. Both gorgeous in different ways, of course.
Post-AI episode. Victoria had me at…whatever the first word she said in the show. She was considerate and compassionate to the contestants, to the little old us’s of the world. She respected the other judges, acted like ever the proper guest. She was funny and…down to Earth in her own sense. She was ‘normal’, just in a $10,000 hair-do.
Katy Perry, now, was just snooty, snotty, condescending with her I’M better than anyone else here attitude. I’ve seen 4yr olds with better manners (in regards to her interaction with Kara). I hated her. What a bitch!! I lost all respect for her as a person. I’d like to throw poo in her eye, I would! And even though I still like her songs, I will not buy anything that will support her. And I shall call her Katy Cunt from now on.
All that to say…besides the obvious facts that I love Victoria and hate Katy now (in case, my bad, if it wasn’t as obvious as I thought)…be careful of what impressions you are casting out to the public. To your neighbors, co-workers, grocery store cashier. Be nice. Smile. Try to make someone’s crappy day better with kindness and understanding.
You behavior goes a long way. It doesn’t just stop at that person. I’d rather have good behavior passed on from me.
Instead of looking like a twat, Katy Perry.
While I prefer that you eat a little bit more, you were nice.
I think you’re beautiful as well, but only on the outside. Snatch.
Quicksilver made secret plans for Saturday night. Yesterday I asked him about what I should wear. It matters to a girl, hello! I asked him if I needed a jacket & he said yes. So then I assume we’ll be outside. No.
Hmmm…this is quite the quandary then. I really had no clue now.
Well, in the middle of the night, literally, it dawned on me what we’d be doing. Someplace cold inside??? So I texted him and asked him if we were going to a hockey game.
I got my answer in an angry reply of how I sure know how to ruin a surprise. Why do I always have to ask about what to wear, that he’d never leave me hanging or dressed inappropriately. This is why he never surprises me. Blah-blah-blah.
Good Lord. 1) looking good is KEY to a woman and she needs to know what she’s getting into before dressing/hair/make-up/SHOES. I didn’t ask to try to figure out where we were going. I asked because I wanted to make sure my options were clean and available! 2) a hockey game? Really? For me? Uh-huh. Thanks babe. :X I’m not surprised. (Now, I would have been surprised if he was taking me to The Melting Pot – the place I’ve been asking to go to for a few years now.)
I shouldn’t sound so ungrateful. Because I really am. He took the time to plan this all on his own. Was really into surprising me (he rarely does because I am good at guessing) and I deflated his balloon. Big time. I regret not playing The Surprised Wife.
Well, that’s just a traffic cone up the ol’ cooch. I totally wrote an entry and hit the ‘publish’ button only to have it pop up a little error message and lose everything.
Which is probably ok since it was just a bunch of shit anyway.
I’m not feeling so hot – for entirely different reasons and I’m regretting it. I have soo much to do this weekend before Vegas and my plan was to get up this morning and go get my toes & nails done while Quicksilver worked at the race shop 1/2 day.
I’m currently sitting in front of my computer stark nekkid because that’s how I put myself to bed last night after playing Band Hero and drinking/doing tequila shots. Somehow…because I don’t remember.
And I feel like I’ve been hit by the gawd-damn tequila truck right now. Ugh. Maybe a shower & some Aleeve (works wonders on a hangover headache) will snap me out of it, hopefully.
After he gets home, we’re off to the mall for me, lunch & then the gun store for him. I gotta snap out of it. And put some fucking clothes on.
Man. That thing works!
