Almost a month

It's been almost a month since I've been here! Oh wait! I lied! It's been a day OVER a month. Boy I suck.

I think March is the busiest month of the year for me. Bug has her ice show, Girl Scout Cookies (no dirty hookers SHE sells them and has the outfit, not me), ok I lied, I end up selling most of them but without wearing the outfit. Maybe I should get one for next year? Anyway, and then she's in another class which takes up quite a bit of time. I'm happy to say that at least skating is done for this year and Girl Scouts is well on it's way to being done which will free up a lot of time for me.

Piper is getting big and sassy. She plays with Molly as well as Mork the cat. Bug noticed a little bit ago that the white part of her eye in the corner is a bit swollen. I know the dogs were playing today so I'm assuming that's what happened. It doesn't seem to be bothering her. Ok just hung up with the vet. It's called "cherry eye". Wonderful. Surgery is an option-- when she's getting spayed they can take care of it, or just leave it. I think I'll call my friend that just got done w/ vet tech school and ask her what she thinks. Figures, I mean why have a NORMAL pet ya know!?

I have a wedding to go to tonight. My ex-boyfriend's sister. This outta be fun. He hasn't talked to me since I broke his little grinch heart nor will he even wave to me. Ah, whatever. He has a new girlfriend now and they're expecting a baby so maybe that'll force him to be a little more grown up. Hahaha! I can't wait to see what kind of drama we get.

Ok so I didn't get to finish this before the wedding. I'm now home and going to eat. I guess I'll attempt to finish this later on!

Cio bitches!

I shall call her Piper

I've decided, why not? Molly needs a playmate and gets along with every single other dog she's ever come into contact with so... yes I'm getting her. George and I don't live together so he has to say.

So... I (think) I shall call her Piper.



Funny thing, I was on the phone w/ a friend that works in a vet clinic. She was telling me about a cute little puppy that came in named Flo. Yes I was going to name her Flo. Molly & Flo...

Till I remembered that she's red. That would just be soooo wrong...

Dilemma

I have a freaking dilemma. Not a very big dilemma but a dilemma nonetheless. I want another dog. I'd prefer it to be older, fixed, housebroken etc. My Molly is 13 months old and is just nice and easy now. It's like going from having a baby to a 6 year old. Anyway, I have been searching and searching through like the driving distance states, because God knows there's nothing in this place. Anway, I found a Brussels Griffon. Now these are ugly dogs. They remind me of Ewoks. But now it's me so WHY would *I* have a normal dog? I have a naked cat. Well used to have two but I had to put one down. Freaks the hell out of anyone that walks in the door. (I'm too lazy to post pictures today).

So... I found an Ewok dog that is 5 years old, retired show dog and it's FREE!!!! FREE! A free dog like that is damn hard to come by! The only thing is that I'd have to have her spayed. Granted that I wouldn't NOT have her spayed. I deal with my own monthly shit why would I want to deal w/ a dogs ya know? Anyway, I've been searching for another "Molly". She's a Cavalier King Charles/ Cocker Spaniel mix. She is beautiful! (Her designer name is a Cockalier.) I have looked ALL over for one. Do you THINK I can find one? Hell no. The ones that I do find are like HOURS and STATES away from me. Damn it. Anyway, I finally found some that are like 10 1/2 hours away from me. Only their puppies.

Last week I stopped at the bar w/ George and some of his co-workers and he tells me about a co-worker that brought baby chihuahua's into work. They're for sale. One was taken (and being delivered which was why they were there). Now George is not an animal person. He's really not. He means well but just not an animal lover. He likes his life the way it is and a dog or whatever would only complicate it more. Ya whatever. So anyway, he's telling me about these puppies and how cute they are etc. Before he like forbid me to get a chi bc they're the ugliest dogs. Again-- whatever. So his co-worker goes to get his camera and shows me the pics of the pups. My heart was sold. I WANTED one of them in the WORST way. He was all for it (I'm sure the alcohol helped) and said we could go look at them on Sat. The more I thought about it Saturday morning, now Molly is about 25lbs and this chi would be smaller than her head. Does that make sense? Would they even be able to play together? The dog would be smaller than my cat. Ok, I decided it wasn't a wise choice. (Saved me $400 which was nice.)

Ok so back to the Cockalier puppies. Oh wait no, I was emailing these people back about the Brussels Griffon, I've been waiting all day to hear back from them to see how big she is etc. Well in the meantime I get an meail back from the girl w/ the Cockalier puppies that's 10 1/2 hours away. I had emailed her to see how far she was from a place that my boss is visiting next Monday/Tuesday. She's an hour and a half away BUT her neice is in the hospital where my boss will be and has been traveling there quite a bit. UGH!!!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!!??! So I finally sucked it up and called her. I got her boyfriend as she was still at work. There were TEN puppies in the litter and I could hear them in the background!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!! Made me want one even more. Do I want to go through the housebreaking again? Not really. Molly was HORRIBLE to housebreak. HORRIBLE. As in like it took me about 10 months. WTF?! Anyway, these puppies are only $250. I paid like $400 for Molly, so in my eyes it's quite a deal. Right!? I called George and told him about my dilemma and he's like all anti-dog now and doens't think I should get one or wait till the cat dies and then get one (Mork is 3 years old-- lots of life left in him). He HATES the cat. Like seriously HATES the cat. But you know, we dont' live together and I'm not getting rid of him so whatever.

Ok, so here are the questions I'm asking myself--

Do I want to housebreak again? What do I do when I have Molly outside of the kennel all day long and have to leave the puppy in the kennel because I'm housebreaking her? Do I section off a portion of the house that has tile and leave them in there?

Do I spend the $250 on her if it all works out and have my boss bring her back for me? I could really use the money on something else but I think Molly needs a playmate and I'd rather get it now than the summertime bc then she'll be half ass housebroken by then and it'll be easier to leave her home when I'm out galavanting bc its summertime.

George doesn't want me to get her. Doesnt' think I need another one, one is good enough. What do you think? Is two better than one? Or is it me "thinking" that she needs a playmate?

Ugh. I'm stuck and I have less than a week to decide!!!!! Granted that no, George and I do NOT live together so ti's MY house and his opinion really shouldn't matter but he keeps giving me reasons as to WHY I dont need another one.

What to do? What to do?

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where have you been??? Be advised I'm long winded today!

Ugh I'm here. What a year this has been so far. Death. Just like my year started out last year, it's happening again this year. Only not to me but to my friends. About a month ago my friends Dad passed away. He was an alcoholic for many years and had been sober for 4. Just long enough to regain a relationship with his children and his grandchildren. Unfortunately he didn't quit soon enough. It ultimately killed him. I felt horrible listening to him tell us how much fluid they sucked out of him. First it was monthly, then bi-weekly. You could tell the end was near. His face was still so thin but the rest of his body so extremely bloated. My friend was oblivious to this. I dont' think she knew he was quite at the point he was at and of course he didn't tell her. To make matters worse, about a week, maybe two weeks after the funeral her step dad had gotten sick so he went to the Dr. They sent him to a Dr a few hours away to run some tests etc. At first they thought it was pancreotic (spelling?) cancer, but then determinded that it was lung cancer. It has already spread to his other organs, yet he's opting for chemo. I could understand that if they hadn't given him a time frame already. Three to six months. And he's putting himself through chemo. Why? Why would someone do that to themselves? I just don't understand. If I'm going to die, I want pain meds to keep me comfortable and I want to live my last days to the fullest. Make ammends with anyone that I need to make ammends with and just do it all. Everything that I was never able to do. Live it up ya know? Instead, he is choosing to be sick from the chemo. Hell, chemo alone will kill you... Then again, this is HIS life we're talking about and not mine.

Last Monday another friend of mine, her mom brought her dad down to Green Bay for some tests. Her dad has been very sick for quite some time. He has congestive heart failure, emphysemia, they had also been treating him for diabetes for years which they later determined he didn't have! Can you imagine!? He is always in and out of the local hospital. Probably once a month he's admitted for a few days at a time. However he's gotten really bad since September. I would say he's been admitted once every couple of weeks. Anyway, her mom brought him down on Monday for some tests. I'm not exactly sure what. I think they were supposed to come home on Tuesday or Wednesday. Something went wrong. Very, very wrong. This summer when he was in the hospital here they OD'd him on morophine. Well, I shouldnt' really say OD'd but it made him very, very sick so they had to transfer him to a bigger hospital about an hour and a half away. Well, this same thing happened last week to him. He'd gotten very sick. Her mom was alone with him. L had planned on heading down there but her sister went down first and told her to wait at home. It sounded like he was doing better. This was Wednesday. Or was it Tuesday? Either way, her sister called and they left. It's about a 3 hour drive from here to get there so anything can heppen in that amount of time. They got there late. They'd determined that his kidneys had completely shut down. From the morophine. They were just too weak to handle it. So what do you do? You have this man who's kidneys have shut down, sure you could do dialysis but for how long? A transplant would have killed him for sure. The rest of his body would have been FAR to weak to handle that. He finally fell asleep around 9pm. The next morning he still hadn't woken up. The Dr told them that he probably wouldn't. L called me to tell me the news. I was just heartbroken. She calls back a couple of hours later and says that after she hung up the phone with me he was in bed trying to eat!!!!! Go figure! Baffling. Anyway, her other sister lives in Indiana but was out in PA at a meeting. Of course she'd driven out there so she was on her way driving to WI. She finally got there that night very late. Again, he was out of it but still holding on. They were told that nornally a person will pass 3-7 days after kidney failure. Saturday was day 3. She finally called saying that he wasn't going to wake up. They were all able to say their goodbyes on Friday, as was he. So Saturday they decided to take him off of all his meds besides his oxygen and main meds and disconnect his defibulator. He had signed a DNR anyway so it's what he would have wanted. The stubborn ol Finlander hung on for HOURS! They could nto figure out what he was waiting for. L took a ride and got her daughter, she brought P back go the hospital to say goodbye to Grandpa and literally as soon as she left the room he passed. He was waiting for his little girl. God even now that tears me up. She was just the light of his life. His heart and soul. The poor thing just didn't understand. She thought that if she'd have stayed w/ Papa a while longer that he wouldn't have passed. Trying ot explain to a 10 year old that he WAITED for her is hard. Ugh. but just so touching. So since he was about 3 hours away they weren't able to get him until today. The visitation and funeral are set for Thursday and Friday. So tiring. Now it'll be back to waiting for J's step dad to pass. Poor girls. I just cannot imagine going through that. I know we all do at some point but how heart wrenching especially when they're all so young. J's dad was only 61 maybe, L's dad is 63 and I have no idea how old J's step dad is. Not very old, that much I can tell you. And then she has to worry about her mom. She was a nurse for many years but developed a seizure condition and she's not supposed to drive and there is no way she'll be able to live on her own. Poor girls. Sometimes I wish I could preform miracles but then again it's all a part of life and what makes us strong.

What else? Oh the haircut. Yep, chopped it off. I dont really have any better pics right now but I'll post the ones from the day I had it cut. I was also sick with the flu. As wrong as it is I knew if I cancelled that appt I'd NEVER reschedule it bc I'd chicken out. I'm happy with it. It's something different. It's hair, it'll always grow back right?

Fuck. Ok I guess I'm not posting any pics of anythign right now. I can't even use spell check. Ugh. Sorry for the typo's! :) I'll have to post pics later.

I'm FREEZING!!!! You CANNOT even being to imagine the amount of snow we have up here this year. Seriously, it SUCKS. SUCKS! It's insane. The worst winter in the 6 years I've been back here. At least maybe the lake level will be up this summer. It was the lowest last year in like 80 years or something like that.

Well I suppose I can't think of anything else to yack your ear off about (ok, your eyes) so I suppose I should go toss another load of clothes in the washer. Doesn't that sound like fun?

Ok I was able to save and the add them so here they are. A before and then after. Horrible pics but you get the idea! :) I was sick and then started to think that I was pregnant! Thankfully, it was a case of the flu. I've never been so happy to have the FLU in my life!!! :)

Chop, chop, chop

The hair will be gone at 9am tomorrow morning. I need a change. Last time I did this was over 6 years ago when I left Bug's dad. Can't tell you what my reason is now other than I need a change... Hopefully I don't regret it!

Wish me luck!!!

The weekend has arrived!!!

Yeah!!!! After a week of pure hell at work it's FINALLY Friday. What a relief! I "should" have a break from screaming people because they don't like change but I volunteered to go in tomorrow for a bit. Which, depending on how many voice mails I have waiting for me, I may have to go back on Sunday. I took about 4 hours off on Wednesday to attend the funeral of a friends father so at least I can make up some time and save my vacation time for fun things this summer!!!

We were BOMBARDED with snow last night. Well, not really bombarded because it could have been much worse but still got a good amount. My butt is too lazy to go out and shovel right now and there is a heap at the end of my driveway where the snowplow truck so lovenly left it. Seriously, do they NOT know that I have a car and not a 4-wheel drive? Ugh.

So at the funeral on Wednesday, I ran into some of my ex's relatives. I haven't really spoken to them in a good ohhhh, 3-4 years. It was awkward but nice all in the same. They really are a good bunch of people. Then some strange woman came up and asked me how I was doing. I could't figure out who she was. Whether she was someone I'd met through my friend or through my ex, so not to be rude and me being me, I got up and hugged her and said hello. Ya well... it wasn't until she said "John" that I realized she's my renters mom!!! Hahaha! Dork. So I guess the people that are supposed to purchase his house (so he can buy mine) are flaking out on him. She didn't go into too many details but it sounds like things are maybe falling through in that deal. UGH!!! The thing is that I live in an area where its buyers paradise. There are TONS of homes for sale. But the unempoloyment rate is also high which puts a damper on things. I am in the process of purchasing the house I am living in now. I have a land contract until October at which time, my other home is SUPPOSED to be sold. Good Lord! Seriously, if this falls through I might go ape-shit!

No clue for the weekend other than working. I'm watching my younger cousin tomorrow night. She and bug play good together and I've had her here probably 3 weekends since Bug got home just after NY's. It's way too freaking cold to do anything outside. Pretty sad considering when we were kids ALL we wanted to do was play outside. Boy they're baby'dn (or is it babied? I know it's babies... eh who cares you know what I'm saying!) now days.

My dog turned one yesterday. Such a big girl! :)

Wow!

I've neglected you hookers for over a month!!! How dare I?! I bet you missed me though! Right...????

So let's see what I've been up to. I've sat down to write I dont know how many times but I keep getting interrupted for one reason or another.

I guess the beginning of December was fairly uneventful or I'd have written about it. Oh wait! I lied. George was officially divorced!!! YEAH GEORGE!!! Ok so that was pretty much MY highlight.

Bug was gone for Christmas. Her father is having MAJOR issues with George and I. Whatever. I left the fucker 6 years ago. SIX YEARS AGO!!! Does he think that I'm going to hold on to what we had for the rest of my life? He may be getting up there in age (he's quite a bit older than me) but I'm not going to sit and let my life revolve around him. Screw that. So George came with me to drop Bug off which her father was NOT happy about in the least. While she was gone she asked if she could talk to him, what was I supposed to say? No? So I did, and her dad had a fit, told me that it was "inappropriate" and that when she is at his hosue she has to go by HIS rules and blah blah blah blah blah.... So he also came with me to pick her up. At that time the comment was "I'm going to call you later and we are going to have a talk". Whatever. He called and never said a damn word. I think maybe he realized FINALLY that he sounds like the jealous ex-boyfriend. Ya right. He's just off his rocker.

So after we dropped Bug off we went to Lambeau field (home of the Packers), I'd never been there before. The atrium was amazing! Ended up in the bar in Lambeau playing one of those dumb touch screen games for like HOURS. Drank lots of beer. Finally went to the hotel to check in and then went to dinner which was fantastic! The next day we did some Christmas shopping and since the weather was bad we decided to stay another night, went to Hooters for dinner (God I love that place!!!!) had a kick ass hot waitress. What baffled me though, there was a little blonde that was working, she was ok looking-- definately not someone I'd look twice at, just ok, however, I did look twice at her ass. It didn't fill out the Hooters shorts!!!! WHAT THE HELL??? Now I realize that Hooters is an establishment based on boobs, but when she can't even fill out the shorts!? Seriously, they were like all bunched up and about 3 sizes too big for her. I've seen a 10 year old with a bigger ass than this chick. Eww. Anywho, after that we ended up going to some bowling alley for night bowling. It was actually a blast! We had to get up early and drive back in an ice storm so we thought about going clubbing but then realized it wasn't such a good idea.

I got Bug a Wii for Christmas. Of course we took it out of the box and played it before we wrapped it up for her. I mean, she was gone over Christmas anyway and I had to make sure it worked. I would HATE to give her a broken toy. DAMN! That thing kicks some serious ass!!! Talk about fun! Now I dont get into video games and stuff but seriously, it's a good time. We brought it over to my cousin's house last weekend. She and I finally went to bed around 3-330am while George and her hubby stayed up till 5am playing GOLF. (Which I also have to admit is a fun game on the Wii!!!)

Christmas was good. I was SPOILED by George!!! I got THE most comfy undies from Victoria's as well a super cleavage bra. Seriously, I HATE wearing underwear. Hate them. Even thongs, I realize they're made to go up your ass crack but after a while you're STILL picking them out because they hurt. These suckers that he bought me-- HEAVEN. I freaking love them. (EE I know what you're thinking right now!), anyway, got a pair of slippers and red satin jammies from there also. Then I got a red robe and a beautiful diamond necklace. I love it. And I love him. (Awwwwww...)

New Years was ok. Pretty uneventful. We tried out a new restaurant that's about 40-45 min from our house. It's a Mexican restaurant. Um ya, don't order king crab from a mexican place. They were terrible. I had a cold to top it off so that probably made them worse. However the strawberry daquari that I had was probably one of the best ever. Ah, take the good w/ the bad. Anyway, we had to stop at George's house on the way back before heading to the bar. While he was doing whatever he had to do I ended up falling asleep. Woke up shortly after 11p and made it clear that if we were going we had to go now or I was going back to sleep. Ended up going to a bar that looked like it was packed. It was ok. Odd crowd but his brother was there so we stuck it out... till 4am.

So, now that I've written a book I'll try to add some pics of my life in the past month. Oh ya, and I started painting Bug's bedroom too. Ok, I started painting it a while ago but I ran out of paint. I managed to get 3 walls painted pink so I asked her to do the 4th green. Then she decided she wanted stripes... This is what we have so far--

Happy New Year Bitches!!!!





















Feel better now that you're all caught up? :)