Today

Still home, foot still hurts. Hoping this will improve. :P Go me!

Wednesday

Foot still hurt so it was off to Urgent Care. There, I learned that it was a sprained foot. Got wheelchaired around Wal-Mart. Scored two days off of work, whee.

Tuesday

Sprained foot, apparently. The dogs and I were out walking when a car came flying by and we had to dive out of the way. I didn't realize I had hurt myself until a full shift of walking around Wal-Mart. Ow. :P

Monday

More shopping for Shady Acres. Whee carrying $300 worth of groceries!

Sunday 1/18

Dinner guest arrived. Same turned out to be afraid of dogs- thank Ceiling Cat for crates! A good time was had by all in spite of the dogs' best efforts. :P

Saturday 1/17

Cleaned house, did laundry. Prepared for Sunday dinner guests. Lost mind.

Friday 1/16

Same thing, apparently. I believe I was suffering from Mongolian Death Cramps and then running around the house.

Wow, catch-up time

So, beginning with last Thursday. I actually don't remember that far back. I am guessing we were pretty busy, though, hence the weeklong outage!

Buster goes to jail

Or the Casa Zen-Samoa equivalent thereof, anyway.

You see, he ate the couch. Literally. As in, gouged a giant hole in a couch cushion and has spent the past week busily tearing chunks of foam out of it when we're not looking. So, now we have to replace the couch. As we are not paying for a new couch if he's just going to destroy it, we headed over to Puppy Mill World and got a second crate. So now both he and Pumpkin get to go to jail every time we leave the house. Such is the fate of couch eaters!

So we've got a food thief

At work. That's right, you heard it here first people, someone is stealing food from developmentally disabled people. Just exactly how hungry do you have to be to DO such a thing?! Have they never heard of food pantries? Hell, shoplift rather than do THAT. The store at least has means of defending itself!

The worst part is, this isn't the first time we've had a food thief, and it's not likely to be the last. So, this has happened more than once! Be afraid, be very afraid.

This is bizarre

My butt has hurt. Yes, I said my gluteus maximus. All weekend. No, I didn't do anything to make it do that. This has happened before with the fibro, and it will again. Just... the butt? No comprendo!

Oldkeh still joyous

She is happily drinking away and seems particularly fond of her new food dish for some reason. :D In other pet news, my aunt is apparently going to have to come down here for her rabbit supplies. Puppy Mill World closed in Cakeville, and they're the only place that had her bunny-destinker spray. Guess she'll get to see our house after all!

Joyous Oldkeh

So we decided we were tired of dealing with Oldkeh's water slopping into her food and not being able to carry the dish to fill it. Our original plan was to get her two separate bowls. Voldemart didn't have anything satisfactory, so we went over to Pet Mill to check out what they had. We wound up with an automatic waterer and a pink bowl for her. (I'm batting around the idea of getting the pink self-feeder, but we shall see.)

Anyways, I had forgotten that she had an automatic water thing when she lived with Caroline's mom. I remembered this when I set it up and Oldkeh went sprinting over and went "IT'S MY WATERER!!!" and started slurping away happily. Joyous old kitty. :D

Stillllll coughing

It's getting better, though. I think this is a case of letting it heal and waiting it out. Yay. :P

Whee

Just sitting here, typing away. The annual Feds inspection for Shady Acres is nearly upon us. NOT looking forward to that! :P

It's cold

And everywhere hurts. The heels of my hands freaking hurt. Is it July yet?

This makes no sense

Or, there are some really dumb chicks out there.

My friend Bob got dumped recently. Now, know the following about Bob:

* Is a Computer Guy, so will shortly be making big $$

* Bakes

*Cooks

*Cleans

*Likes cats

*Plays Diablo II

*Likes metal

Now, what kind of a dingbat chick dumps someone who bakes and cleans???!!! If you're smarter than she is, Bob is on the market. Probably better if you are tall. And smart enough not to cut off your lifetime supply of cookies and cakes.

Dog stew, anyone?

Yeah. So we gave Pumpkin a bath, then we gave Buster a bath. Pumpkin, apparently irate at having his fur trimmed and being scrubbed, snuck into our bedroom while we were washing Buster and pissed on our bed. Right on Mr. Samoa's side of the bed. Which was not discovered until Mr. Samoa was making the bed for the night. (GAG CHOKE RETCH)So here I am, at 12:45 AM, washing bedclothes. Good thing I wasn't particularly tired in the first place! For Round 2, Pumpkin decided to dig in the garbage while we were changing the sheets. Did I mention who's going to be spending the night in his crate? :P If not the stewpot.

We do not have the brightest snake.

Herbie, the ball python (or, the "Burmese python" of "pet-eating" fame, see Mother :P) is not the smartest of snakes, I don't think.

He has been having trouble shedding for some time now. This can be solved by soaking in water. Which he has; a large dish is provided to him daily. But do you think it occurs to him to GET IN IT AND SOAK? Noooo. Not Herbie! When we cleaned his tank today, I actually had to stick him in the water, which he fought all the way down. He then, and only then, realized he felt better, and had a nice long soak.

Yeah, not the brightest snake. :P

MOTHERRRRR!!!!!

I'm trying to find a buyer for Mother again. :P Apparently, now my cousin's daughter is faking having celiac, according to Mom. Because, you know, Mom didn't hear that she had been diagnosed officially. Because there's n0 way a great-niece could have gone to the doctor without Mom knowing or anything. And certainly my cousin also having celiac disease isn't relevant. Oh, and starting the celiac diet and feeling instantly better means nothing. Nothing, Mom tellz ya!

The real problem is that Mother dislikes the cousin and all her family. Why, you ask? Because Cousin was nasty to her sister when they were growing up. Which she was. THIRTY YEARS AGO WHEN THEY WERE LITTLE KIDS!!!! Everyone else, including the purported injured party, is over it. Everyone except Mom, that is. And did I mention that none of Cousin's kids were born or thought of when all this was going on? So there's absolutely no reason to have it in for them too. Unless, of course, you're a flaming nutbar. (MOTHER!!!!!!) Le sigh.

Yeah, so...

I see how long THAT resolution lasted. :P But anyways...

Happy New Year, everyone!

Yeah, so I really dropped behind the 8-ball in blogging this last month. :P I think my New Year's resolution will be to blog every day, as I intended to when I first got this blog started. And to work on overcoming my cheese habit. :P Here's to 2009- may it at least suck smaller donkey balls than 2008 did!