THANK YOU for your prayers. Everything is going to be fine...
...for my girlfriend, Charisse.
That everything is going to be ok.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Please say a prayer...
*update*
THANK YOU for your prayers. Everything is going to be fine...
...for my girlfriend, Charisse.
That everything is going to be ok.
THANK YOU for your prayers. Everything is going to be fine...
...for my girlfriend, Charisse.
That everything is going to be ok.
I must be PMSing
...because Tom is eating his cereal and the crunching is driving me crazy!!!! And now he just did a milk burp. I lost it. He just asked "Are you on your period???"
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Cute Message
Got this from my mom today. I'm sure we've all seen it before but it's worth sharing on here:
The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Beers
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of
him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the
students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the
golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They
agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it
into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once
more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the
entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the
sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize
that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important
things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your
favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained,
your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter
like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the
small stuff. 'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there
is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you
spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room
for the things that are important to you. 'Pay attention to the things that
are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time
with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical
checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always
be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls
first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just
sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.
The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.' > The Beer just shows
you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a
couple of Beers with a friend.'
The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Beers
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of
him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the
students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the
golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They
agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it
into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once
more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the
entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the
sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize
that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important
things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your
favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained,
your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter
like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the
small stuff. 'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there
is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you
spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room
for the things that are important to you. 'Pay attention to the things that
are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time
with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical
checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always
be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls
first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just
sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.
The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.' > The Beer just shows
you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a
couple of Beers with a friend.'
It's starting again...
What's on our TV right now...
Hot Dog Paradise
I'm surprised my hometown's Hot Dog joint, Michael's didn't make the cut. This is disappointing. Tom agrees. And what about Wrigley Field!? This is ludicrous. I can't believe our conversation right now is centering around the perfect dog.
We couldn't be bigger dorks if we tried.
I'm surprised my hometown's Hot Dog joint, Michael's didn't make the cut. This is disappointing. Tom agrees. And what about Wrigley Field!? This is ludicrous. I can't believe our conversation right now is centering around the perfect dog.
We couldn't be bigger dorks if we tried.
Seattle photos
*Update* Just a couple more photos I forgot to include from my trip:
5 day weather forecast - Hard to see but rain 3 out of the 5 days. Yes I actually had a bit of a melt down when I saw this. My mind can't actually contemplate rain in July, or August or September, October. November...):
Hotel view at night:
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Finally some photos from my Seattle trip. I didn't have my camera with me at all times so there was a lot more sights and scenes that I missed. Like my outing with Karen. So bummed about that but we know in due time there will be plenty more get togethers so we'll capture some photos soon. For now my computer is acting funny (getting really hot) and my head is starting to throb so I'll just post the photos and mini captions for each. Can't think too much right now, makes my head hurt. Plus I think a bug crawled into my ear. I keep jabbing my finger in it hoping that if it's in there I'm somehow smashing him to bits but then if he dies he won't be able to crawl back out so maybe I should just let him try and maze his way out of my ear canal on his own. I just hope he's not a big pregnant female (I guess that would make he a she) who is nesting on my ear drum while birthing 1,000 bug babies. I may have to take the Dust Buster to my ear later tonight. We have a special long nozzle type attachment and I've used it to suck up bugs before (never inside my ear) but if Tom's away and a bug, beetle, spider, crustacean, etc. invades our home, I will suck him up with the Dust Buster and then throw the Dust Buster in the back yard and leave it there until Tom comes home to empty it. Why the hell I shared all this right now I don't know. My head still hurts.
Enough of this, onto the pics. In order of how they happened (sort of).
From the plane: (duh...that was obvious)
Another plane shot right before we landed:
On the tarmac (it was still early like 9am):
View from the hotel room (clouds cleared as the day went on):
View from the neighborhood we will most likely live in (clouds back):
Cute little street with pubs and shops near Pike Place Market (sun out again):
Sign telling you where to deposit your umbrellas (this wasn't the only one and that made me very sad):
Nordstrom store in the city (blue sky + Nordstrom = me happy):
Chris Isaak concert at winery. I caught the pick at the end of the show. Good times.
Cute little restaurant attached to an Inn close to the winery:
Pikes Place Market. Soooooo much fun. So much to see, do, eat, drink, people watch:
Another Pike's photo. Enlarge this one and look at the lady in the green shirt. Is she giving me a dirty look on purpose? I think she is.
Pretty flowers on top of the store fronts of the market:
View from the top of the street near the market (btw, this hill was a bitch to walk up after a martini at the pub):
Neighborhood I fell in love with:
Front steps of the house I fell in love with:
5 day weather forecast - Hard to see but rain 3 out of the 5 days. Yes I actually had a bit of a melt down when I saw this. My mind can't actually contemplate rain in July, or August or September, October. November...):
Hotel view at night:
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Finally some photos from my Seattle trip. I didn't have my camera with me at all times so there was a lot more sights and scenes that I missed. Like my outing with Karen. So bummed about that but we know in due time there will be plenty more get togethers so we'll capture some photos soon. For now my computer is acting funny (getting really hot) and my head is starting to throb so I'll just post the photos and mini captions for each. Can't think too much right now, makes my head hurt. Plus I think a bug crawled into my ear. I keep jabbing my finger in it hoping that if it's in there I'm somehow smashing him to bits but then if he dies he won't be able to crawl back out so maybe I should just let him try and maze his way out of my ear canal on his own. I just hope he's not a big pregnant female (I guess that would make he a she) who is nesting on my ear drum while birthing 1,000 bug babies. I may have to take the Dust Buster to my ear later tonight. We have a special long nozzle type attachment and I've used it to suck up bugs before (never inside my ear) but if Tom's away and a bug, beetle, spider, crustacean, etc. invades our home, I will suck him up with the Dust Buster and then throw the Dust Buster in the back yard and leave it there until Tom comes home to empty it. Why the hell I shared all this right now I don't know. My head still hurts.
Enough of this, onto the pics. In order of how they happened (sort of).
From the plane: (duh...that was obvious)
Another plane shot right before we landed:
On the tarmac (it was still early like 9am):
View from the hotel room (clouds cleared as the day went on):
View from the neighborhood we will most likely live in (clouds back):
Cute little street with pubs and shops near Pike Place Market (sun out again):
Sign telling you where to deposit your umbrellas (this wasn't the only one and that made me very sad):
Nordstrom store in the city (blue sky + Nordstrom = me happy):
Chris Isaak concert at winery. I caught the pick at the end of the show. Good times.
Cute little restaurant attached to an Inn close to the winery:
Pikes Place Market. Soooooo much fun. So much to see, do, eat, drink, people watch:
Another Pike's photo. Enlarge this one and look at the lady in the green shirt. Is she giving me a dirty look on purpose? I think she is.
Pretty flowers on top of the store fronts of the market:
View from the top of the street near the market (btw, this hill was a bitch to walk up after a martini at the pub):
Neighborhood I fell in love with:
Front steps of the house I fell in love with:
Bad Song
I listen to the Coffee house station on Sirius radio on occasion, and I've come to realize that some songs should NOT be re-made into acoustic coffee covers.
Like this one:
Our Lips are Sealed (originally done by the Go Go's)
...now covered by Kevin Kane.
I can't find his version of "Our Lips are Sealed" online anywhere but oh my God it's one of the worst most dull and drawn out pieces of crap songs I've ever heard. It's just as slow as the song above and I wanted to stab myself in the eye with my tire gauge, it's really that bad.
There was another cover that I heard the other day too, it was one of those originally upbeat and fast tempo songs that was redone to sound like a dying goose wailing to a guitar playing in slow motion. It was soooo bad. I wish I could remember the name of it now. I'll keep listening and hope that it comes on again soon.
Like this one:
Our Lips are Sealed (originally done by the Go Go's)
...now covered by Kevin Kane.
I can't find his version of "Our Lips are Sealed" online anywhere but oh my God it's one of the worst most dull and drawn out pieces of crap songs I've ever heard. It's just as slow as the song above and I wanted to stab myself in the eye with my tire gauge, it's really that bad.
There was another cover that I heard the other day too, it was one of those originally upbeat and fast tempo songs that was redone to sound like a dying goose wailing to a guitar playing in slow motion. It was soooo bad. I wish I could remember the name of it now. I'll keep listening and hope that it comes on again soon.
Wrigley has issues
I'm now cleaning out Wrigley's basket of toy carcasses (also not on my to-do list) and there's a definite pattern to his method of playing with his playthings (sounds perverted). Can you tell what it is from the pics??
He's my little dismemberer.
What a bunch of whack jobs living in this house.
He's my little dismemberer. What a bunch of whack jobs living in this house.
Childhood Photos
This goes on the list as one of the absolute LAST things I need to be doing right now. I am completely overwhelmed with my to-do list so what do I do? I scan photos. While cleaning out drawers I found a bunch of old photos so I headed downstairs and scanned them. So why not share a few. Then I MUST get back to my ever growin' list.
This photo made me laugh because look at how I am dressed- big fuzzy hat, puffy jacket, scarf, even a blanket, and then there's my mom in the background...in short sleeves. Put me in a bubble already and call it a day:
(*UPDATE* I just realized something!!! Could this be why I am always soooo cold!? If the temperature drops below 70, I kid you not I start to shiver. Ok this makes total sense now. I have my mom to thank for this. I'm actually surprised I wasn't wearing mittens and a nose cozy in this photo)
I look like a boy in this photo. Actually I don't think it's just the photo, I looked like a boy til about 2 years old, then my hair started to grow:
This photo was taken in my grade school parking lot after my first day of 1st grade. It would have been nice to have a knap sack of some sort to carry my shoes and whatever else I'm clutching:
My mom and sister and I (and my first zit, age 2):
Family photo. I remember how much I HATED saggy tights as a child. My mom tells me I threw a MAJOR ear piercing tempter tantrum right before this was taken:
Childhood head trauma. Happened A LOT (and probably explains a lot too):
I put this one on because right now my hair looks the exact same as this picture some 25+years ago. It's all disheveled around my head and then scraggly braids hang on either side. We really don't change all that much do we?
This photo made me laugh because look at how I am dressed- big fuzzy hat, puffy jacket, scarf, even a blanket, and then there's my mom in the background...in short sleeves. Put me in a bubble already and call it a day:
(*UPDATE* I just realized something!!! Could this be why I am always soooo cold!? If the temperature drops below 70, I kid you not I start to shiver. Ok this makes total sense now. I have my mom to thank for this. I'm actually surprised I wasn't wearing mittens and a nose cozy in this photo)I look like a boy in this photo. Actually I don't think it's just the photo, I looked like a boy til about 2 years old, then my hair started to grow:
This photo was taken in my grade school parking lot after my first day of 1st grade. It would have been nice to have a knap sack of some sort to carry my shoes and whatever else I'm clutching:
My mom and sister and I (and my first zit, age 2):
Family photo. I remember how much I HATED saggy tights as a child. My mom tells me I threw a MAJOR ear piercing tempter tantrum right before this was taken:
Childhood head trauma. Happened A LOT (and probably explains a lot too):
I put this one on because right now my hair looks the exact same as this picture some 25+years ago. It's all disheveled around my head and then scraggly braids hang on either side. We really don't change all that much do we?
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Chumley has Kidney Disease
He's going to be starting a special diet and vitamins (for the rest of his life) as well as another 3 weeks of antibiotics because he also has a urinary tract infection. I feel sooooo bad.
Here are 2 of the tests that stood out of the normal range:
BUN: 63 (15-34 normal range)
Creatinine: 3.2 (.08 - 2.3 normal range)
His urinalysis showed specificity levels at 1016. Mindy, does that make sense? The vet says this was cause for concern but when I look up this range on the web it doesn't seem like the right number.
We are still waiting for 2 more thyroid tests to come back too.
I'll update more later, but now I'm late for work...
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Tom's new nickname for me:
"DEMANDER IN CHIEF"
Even though it was not meant in a loving way I couldn't help but laugh. He comes up with some zingers every now and then. He's not happy with me right now though...
Even though it was not meant in a loving way I couldn't help but laugh. He comes up with some zingers every now and then. He's not happy with me right now though...
Chumley update and such
Today has been a looooong day but now I am home listening to some music, while sipping a nice chilled glass of some much needed wine. I probably come across as a major alcoholic on here but I can't worry about what other people think. As I told my (NEW) therapist today, booze is cheaper and MUCH more accessible than $200/hour office visits that suck up another hour each way in traffic. We'll be working through that over the next month I'm sure.
So, Chumley is back home and seems to be doing well. I brought him in today at noon but it wasn't until after 1:00 that he was seen. Frustrating. I also was able to bring in 2 urine samples (turkey basted from home) and they tested those before they decided to run any other tests. Good thing because they came back abnormal so my Vet did not want to sedate Chumley based on the results of the urine test. He was afraid he could go into renal failure. So instead they actually had to use a gas chamber to get him to sleep. That sort of freaked me out but I guess it's the safest way because he will not lose kidney function from being knocked out by gas.
They ran a complete blood panel and also examined his organs, extracted fresh urine from his bladder and checked his teeth while he was knocked out. I will have the results of all of these tests tomorrow. I told him about the Diabetes Insipidus diagnosis and he seemed to think that was soooo rare and was probably not the case. I didn't want him to dismiss it because based on the symptoms it totally sounds like something Chumley could have so I persisted on this and he said he would not rule anything out just yet, at least until we get the blood work back. So we'll see.
As for me, due to Chumley stress or the fact that we have may have to be out of our house in less than 3 weeks, I'm now fighting off my 3rd bladder infection in less than 2 months. And 2 months prior to this I had ZERO bladder infections my ENTIRE life. I wish I could say this was due to crazy ass ripping sex acts but it's not and I have no idea why the hell I keep getting these. And yes, I know the proper way to wipe.
Oh and HWHL, I about peed myself (not from the infection) when you mentioned your cat Mortimer. I LOVE that name, and that is actually one of Chumley's nicknames. We call him Morty for short. I literally spit out my wine when I read that comment.
Here are some pics of Chumley's day out...
Car ride to the vet's office:
At vet's office waiting almost an hour:
Thanks to all of who you kept our little guy in your thoughts and prayers. I will say that tonight Chumley has been soooo sweet and is ---
Ok as I was just finishing this post, Tom has been repairing a screen door fiasco and we thought Chumley got out and we both went completely BAT SHIT trying to find him. Literally my heart stopped. Chumley is fine, he was laying down upstairs but HOLY CRAP that gave both Tom and I quite a scare. We love this little beast soooooo much. Why? Well that's up for debate. I guess you can't always make logical sense of why someone just has a way of capturing your heart. It defies all boundaries, all areas of control...it just happens.
I love you Chumley and I'm sorry I called you names earlier. You are my special little guy and I can't imagine a world without your little hissing face in it.
So, Chumley is back home and seems to be doing well. I brought him in today at noon but it wasn't until after 1:00 that he was seen. Frustrating. I also was able to bring in 2 urine samples (turkey basted from home) and they tested those before they decided to run any other tests. Good thing because they came back abnormal so my Vet did not want to sedate Chumley based on the results of the urine test. He was afraid he could go into renal failure. So instead they actually had to use a gas chamber to get him to sleep. That sort of freaked me out but I guess it's the safest way because he will not lose kidney function from being knocked out by gas.
They ran a complete blood panel and also examined his organs, extracted fresh urine from his bladder and checked his teeth while he was knocked out. I will have the results of all of these tests tomorrow. I told him about the Diabetes Insipidus diagnosis and he seemed to think that was soooo rare and was probably not the case. I didn't want him to dismiss it because based on the symptoms it totally sounds like something Chumley could have so I persisted on this and he said he would not rule anything out just yet, at least until we get the blood work back. So we'll see.
As for me, due to Chumley stress or the fact that we have may have to be out of our house in less than 3 weeks, I'm now fighting off my 3rd bladder infection in less than 2 months. And 2 months prior to this I had ZERO bladder infections my ENTIRE life. I wish I could say this was due to crazy ass ripping sex acts but it's not and I have no idea why the hell I keep getting these. And yes, I know the proper way to wipe.
Oh and HWHL, I about peed myself (not from the infection) when you mentioned your cat Mortimer. I LOVE that name, and that is actually one of Chumley's nicknames. We call him Morty for short. I literally spit out my wine when I read that comment.
Here are some pics of Chumley's day out...
Car ride to the vet's office:
At vet's office waiting almost an hour:
Thanks to all of who you kept our little guy in your thoughts and prayers. I will say that tonight Chumley has been soooo sweet and is ---
Ok as I was just finishing this post, Tom has been repairing a screen door fiasco and we thought Chumley got out and we both went completely BAT SHIT trying to find him. Literally my heart stopped. Chumley is fine, he was laying down upstairs but HOLY CRAP that gave both Tom and I quite a scare. We love this little beast soooooo much. Why? Well that's up for debate. I guess you can't always make logical sense of why someone just has a way of capturing your heart. It defies all boundaries, all areas of control...it just happens.
I love you Chumley and I'm sorry I called you names earlier. You are my special little guy and I can't imagine a world without your little hissing face in it.
not feeling charmed
I just about shit my pants right now. I was eating the last of the Lucky Charms and at the bottom of the bag I saw this...(there was still cereal surrounding it so you couldn't really tell that it was covered in plastic)
Looks like a big black roach/beetle/mouse combo doesn't it!?!?!?
I freaked the f@ck out and SCREAMED thinking it was some nasty ass bug-vermin but then I looked at the box of Charms and it was The Dark Knight promo box so inside is a little Batman Stunt Figure. Didn't realize that until now.
I turned the figure over and it looked like this which would not have freaked me out nearly as much.
I didn't even finish the bowl of Charms. By the time I was calm enough to eat they had sogged over. Plus I was down to only about 4 marshmallows so I just ate those and tossed the rest.
Looks like a big black roach/beetle/mouse combo doesn't it!?!?!?
I freaked the f@ck out and SCREAMED thinking it was some nasty ass bug-vermin but then I looked at the box of Charms and it was The Dark Knight promo box so inside is a little Batman Stunt Figure. Didn't realize that until now.
I turned the figure over and it looked like this which would not have freaked me out nearly as much.
I didn't even finish the bowl of Charms. By the time I was calm enough to eat they had sogged over. Plus I was down to only about 4 marshmallows so I just ate those and tossed the rest.
A special bond
Yesterday I was doing some work downstairs flitting about from room to room when I realized, this is odd, Wrigley is not attached to my hip. So I began calling his name. No response. Then I thought, CRAP! I may have left him outside since breakfast! So I opened the door and called his name and again, nothing. I headed upstairs into our bedroom and this is what I saw...
Wrigs was laying next to Chumley (the dark blob on the ottoman) who seems to be getting progressively weaker the last couple days. First of all, Wrigs NEVER goes upstairs unless we are up there with him, he's always downstairs with me, following me around no matter where I go. And secondly, I didn't have the A/C on so it was very hot in our bedroom which Wrigley doesn't like, so for him to stay up there with his sick brother was incredibly touching. Chumley goes in for tests in just a couple of hours and I'm sick to my stomach with worry but am hoping for the best.
Thank you again for all your kind comments and suggestions and prayers for our little guy.
Wrigs was laying next to Chumley (the dark blob on the ottoman) who seems to be getting progressively weaker the last couple days. First of all, Wrigs NEVER goes upstairs unless we are up there with him, he's always downstairs with me, following me around no matter where I go. And secondly, I didn't have the A/C on so it was very hot in our bedroom which Wrigley doesn't like, so for him to stay up there with his sick brother was incredibly touching. Chumley goes in for tests in just a couple of hours and I'm sick to my stomach with worry but am hoping for the best. Thank you again for all your kind comments and suggestions and prayers for our little guy.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Nostalgic
My husband is really 82 years old. Last night he was all into some special on Sperm Whales, and tonight, he's glued to Antiques Roadshow. It makes me nervous when he watches the show and then scans the room for possible trinkets in our home that he thinks may be worth brining to one of these tapings. We have nothing of value but it would sure make for some good tv. Reminds me of that Will & Grace episode when they brought something cheap to the Roadshow just so Grace could make that face of disappointment, but then it actually turned out to be a lot of money. That was funny.
I still miss that show (thank GOD for Lifetime reruns), but even more than that I miss working there; some of the most creative and talented people I've ever known have come from that place. I know everything has a season or a cycle or whatever you want to call it but it's just another reason why I'm REALLY going to miss it here. Sigh...
I couldn't find the Antiques Roadshow episode but I found these bloopers and it made me laugh. Maybe it will make someone else laugh too...
Will & Grace Bloopers
We all need to laugh at least 5 times a day. One down, four to go...
I still miss that show (thank GOD for Lifetime reruns), but even more than that I miss working there; some of the most creative and talented people I've ever known have come from that place. I know everything has a season or a cycle or whatever you want to call it but it's just another reason why I'm REALLY going to miss it here. Sigh...
I couldn't find the Antiques Roadshow episode but I found these bloopers and it made me laugh. Maybe it will make someone else laugh too...
Will & Grace Bloopers
We all need to laugh at least 5 times a day. One down, four to go...
The Plastic Factory
(also known as, "Our House")
So now all of our cloth furniture is completely covered in plastic shower curtains. The smell is nauseating and I'm sure it's not good for our lungs or the animals to inhale all these nasty fumes. But for now we have no choice. I have a headache even as I type this, from the smell.
I called the vet first thing this morning and got an appointment for tomorrow at 12:00. The receptionist was very sweet and when I called and said, "Hi it's Laura, Wrigely's mom." She asked with a sense of urgent concern, "Is Wrigley ok??" I told her that yes he was fine I was actually calling for the other one in the family. She paused and then said in a serious tone, "Oh, Chumley." Reminded me of how Jerry Seinfield would greet "Newman." She said that he would need to be sedated for any exam to take place which I understand and agree with. I just hope they can help him.
Until then, this is how we have to live:
Tom got creative with this couch (Chum's favorite pee couch) and put some double sided sticky tape on top of the curtain so if Chumley steps on this with his paws he may freak out and not want to jump up anymore. We'll see how well this works. All I can say is that it is A ROYAL ASS PAIN to have to remove a house full of shower curtains everytime someone wants to come view the house. I am almost to the point of just leaving the curtains on all the furniture and telling them that we do this for dog/cat fur purposes.
Ok my head really hurts, I need to get some fresh air and run some errands. I really hope the animals don't suffer the effects from all this plastic. What else can we do???
So now all of our cloth furniture is completely covered in plastic shower curtains. The smell is nauseating and I'm sure it's not good for our lungs or the animals to inhale all these nasty fumes. But for now we have no choice. I have a headache even as I type this, from the smell.
I called the vet first thing this morning and got an appointment for tomorrow at 12:00. The receptionist was very sweet and when I called and said, "Hi it's Laura, Wrigely's mom." She asked with a sense of urgent concern, "Is Wrigley ok??" I told her that yes he was fine I was actually calling for the other one in the family. She paused and then said in a serious tone, "Oh, Chumley." Reminded me of how Jerry Seinfield would greet "Newman." She said that he would need to be sedated for any exam to take place which I understand and agree with. I just hope they can help him.
Until then, this is how we have to live:
Tom got creative with this couch (Chum's favorite pee couch) and put some double sided sticky tape on top of the curtain so if Chumley steps on this with his paws he may freak out and not want to jump up anymore. We'll see how well this works. All I can say is that it is A ROYAL ASS PAIN to have to remove a house full of shower curtains everytime someone wants to come view the house. I am almost to the point of just leaving the curtains on all the furniture and telling them that we do this for dog/cat fur purposes.
Ok my head really hurts, I need to get some fresh air and run some errands. I really hope the animals don't suffer the effects from all this plastic. What else can we do???
Talk-a-holics
That is Tom's nickname for me and my girlfriend Charisse. He is right. I'm going to miss her soooooo much. Can't think about that right now. I'm feeling blue about this move now that it's official. Lots of swirled up emotion going on and someday soon it's all going to pop.
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