Sunday, May 11, 2008

the wee hours

Happy Mother’s Day

Dear Mom, I’m sorry that I can’t make it to the family gathering for Mother’s Day/Dodger Day.  I hope you know how much I love you and appreciate you, but I’m sooooo tired.  And sore.  And tired.  And sore.  Oh, and I’m repeating myself?  Ugh, I hope this wasn’t what it was like raising us. 

Happy Mother’s Day to the other moms (regular, fur, or feathered) who are reading.  I hope you have a wonderful day with your kids.  I have to admit that even though I’m tired & sore, the kids have all been remarkably good.  Well, except for that grotesque foaming at the mouth most of them do when they get their meds - that’s awful.  However, I don’t think the diarrhea is getting worse and may, in fact, be getting better already.  Also, the first couple of nights, the cats pretty much ignored me and went out of their way to not come into the bedroom, but now they’re visiting and napping in here again.  So, except for hating that I give them meds that makes them look like Bulldogs or Mastiffs, they’re being nice to me.  It’s now 2:45am and I’m going to bed.  I’m soooo happy that I don’t have any more errands to run for a couple of days.  I stocked up on litter today, so all is right in our litter box world.  I feel sorry for the trash guys on Monday.  I guess it would be nice of me to put notes on the bags to let them know, so they don’t unwittingly have a work-related injury.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

early evening

Oh dear, I have dishpan hands

Okay, I’ve returned from feeding everyone, washing out litter boxes in the driveway (it’s a lovely day, no?), and attempting to medicate the cats and I’m vaguely still alive. I admit it, I didn’t get all the cats medicated. Bunny seemed to be feeling under the weather and it took me a long time to coax her downstairs to eat [we have three cat feedings: downstairs bathroom w/ Bunny, Carlo, Dobby (she & Tie seem to have decided to switch places lately, for some reason), TJ, and Missy Mae; upstairs w/ most of the rest of them; and the guest bedroom w/ Pinto & Skyler] and she was due for her heart meds, so I decided the heart meds were more important this go ‘round.

But oh my gawd, the DRAMA. Derek started foaming at the mouth and slobbered everywhere for a good five minutes, Missy Mae drooled all over one of the cat beds, Scampi acted like I put a firecracker in his butt and he ran around for five minutes, TJ acted hurt that I would do such a terrible thing to him, Tie tried to scratch me but took his medicine like a man, and I owe Frank, Bing, Bunny & Jackson. Unless Chelsea (I admit it, I’m afraid of being bitten) or the guest bedroom kids show any sign of being sick, I’m not going to medicate them. And Dobby, if she gets sick, she’s going to have to go to the vet for a visit because there’s just no possible way I could catch her more than once. Oh, and I figured that Carlo had one set of meds at the vet, so I’ll get him next time. I’m hoping that he’s gotten used to them and will be a good boy.

Now, I have 20 minutes until the next round of feedings & meds.  Not really, I have until the wee hours of the morning. Oh, and as nice as it was for people from the vet’s office to offer to come over, it would be more trouble than it was worth for me. I’d have more trouble catching the cats to bring them to someone else to medicate, and I’d rather just roam around the house with a syringe, catching whichever cat I find that happens to get the dose that’s in my hand. I think it’s hilarious that they were so precise with the doses (The doses are .3ml, .35 ml, .45ml, .5ml, and .55 ml) because there’s no way those syringes would ever be that accurate, nor would that exact amount go in the cats...or stay in the cats. I will, however, make sure that they never get more than their dose. Apparently they can have seizures and such. Oh, fun.

It was nice to have Carlo at home. He’s sooo happy to be back. He’s stretching and rolling back & forth on floor like “My floor, mine, mine, mine. I live here!” He’s such a sweet boy and I felt so badly that he was in a strange & scary place.  Everyone there was really nice to him and gave him cuddles, but he didn’t settle down until they put a blanket over his cage.  Only then would he eat.  However, he’s had a really good start on his meds and he has the most sensitive bowels in the house, so I think it ended up being the right thing, keeping him there for two days.  I know that at least three other cats have diarrhea, but they don’t seem to be going too too often, it’s just liquidy when they do go.  I never thought I’d be so excited to see hard poop in the litter box, but I do a little internal cheer every time I see one. 

One thing that I’m getting really tired of and you’d think it would be emptying litter boxes, but no, I’m sick of washing my hands every few minutes.  They’re so dry and peel-y and icky.  Luckily, Helly recommended Corn Huskers Lotion a few months ago and that helps a lot, although it’s annoying to put it on, have my hands feel better, then have to wash my hands again

Woe is me, woe is me.

Friday, April 11, 2008

terribly early in the morning

Please vote for Gmail to add “folders”

My company email moved to Gmail...and I despise it!  I hate labels with a blinding passion, so please help me by voting for them to add folders.  I’m sure they’ll keep the dreadful labels for those of you who like them, so please help me not despise logging in to get my work email.  Oh, and yes, I know I can have it come directly into Outlook Express, but I want my work email separate from my regular email.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

terribly early in the morning

If you’re feeling down, let Fred and Sharon cheer you up

Either this is the most fabulous joke website ever and these people are geniuses (to see more movies, they’re asking for $1 Canadian, which is what, $20 USD these days?) or this is one of the saddest attempts at starting a business ever.  Either way, if you could use a laugh, or maybe just an awkward titter, watch this video, and then go visit the link to their website ^^ up there.  I promise that you won’t be sorry.  I also promise that if you live with Helly & Alan, you’ll be hearing funny imitations in your home for weeks, if not longer. 

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

terribly early in the morning

Tricia Kean’s Breasts Get My Stats Jumpin’ Again

I’d like to wish Tricia Kean good luck in her recent marriage to Rick Hergott.  I noticed that my traffic has jumped due to her recent nuptials and people searching for her in Google.  I’m still ever so amused by how I show up in the search results for her.  The blog entry was such a goof and it’s, by far, my most popular entry.  Again, I’d like to thank Tricia for being a good sport about the entry.  I hope her new hubby is too.

I’m disappointed though that I’m no longer the first result when you search for Tricia, but I think I have the best title and snippet.