So Much for May

I'm doing really well at posting something every day as you can see. NOT. I do have something kind of fun to post though.

The other afternoon while driving from work to get the kid, I had a local radio station on, and decided to try to call in when they asked for callers for a game they play every afternoon. I have no idea why I tried to dial in, I never do, but on this day I did, and to my surprise it started to ring on the first try. I figured I was about to get one of those "all circuits are busy now" messages, but the DJ actually answered. So then I am scrambling, saying "hold on, I have to roll the window up and turn the radio down, hang on, HANG ON PLEASE!" He did, fortunately, and I ultimately won the game, and an in-studio meet and greet with country music singer Miranda Lambert the next day. I could bring 1 person of my choosing.

I didn't tell the kid until that morning, and she was SOOOO excited. They taped an interview while we were in the studio which aired the next morning. Miranda also sang a couple of songs, one of which is one of the kid's favorites and so she was dancing around and singing along. Afterwards, she got her picture with Miranda and an autograph. Miranda's guitar player thought the kid was so cute and teased her that she should go out on the road with them for a few days. Unfortunately she then thought she was actually going somewhere because she is still learning what teasing is. Sometimes that is a problem which leads to a fit, but not on this day. She had this cheese smile on her face pretty much the whole day.

OMG When Did it Get to be MAY?

I'm not sure where the time goes anymore. Seems like I just blogged that entry about the doggies and now that was like 6 weeks ago and it is May already. Let's pretend I blogged yesterday and I'll try to drum something up every day in May. No, really.

Let's see. Current goings on. Busy with dog stuff, as usual. Of the fosters I posted about last, I have only Millie left. Remy and Molly got adopted, and Chumley went to another foster home. He got to be a bit...much. I love the boy to pieces but he was SO rowdy with my dogs they didn't like him, and it resulted in him not getting to be out as much as either he or I would have liked. He is doing much better at his new foster home and hopefully will have a forever home soon. Now, I have Millie still, Trinnie, Tramp, and am fostering another Boston for that rescue, Opie. My Bostons come pre-named so leave me alone. I call him Opie Dokie. I'll post pics later.

What else? Got my tax refund on Friday. Putting most of it aside for a trip to lovely Phoenix, Arizona soon. Why am I going to Phoenix, you ask? Well, that is where they decided to send Phillip. You know, the charming BOP who per their own literature claim that they will do their best to place your loved one at least within 500 miles of where they are from. Phoenix isn't even close to the same REGION. BAH. Anyway, he is out of max now and into medium, and it sounds as though it is like a zillion times better for him in every way except us not being able to visit frequently.

The kid is almost done with kindergarten, their last day is May 25 I think. Wow. Where did the school year go? Where does time ever go? Yet there are people who, alternately, think time is dragging, Phillip for one.

Apparently Some Are More Dedicated to Their Blogs Than I...

Wow, Another Post Already!

Blah.


I have a ton of crap to do and I don't feel like doing any of it. So I guess I might as well post.


Of course I have nothing to say. A lot has happened since I've been busy not posting but not in the mood to go into it, nor am I sure anyone cares. Hey, I know, how about some cute foster doggy pictures?

This is my Millie. Millie Vanilli as I call her. She is about 4 or 5 and a total sweetheart. She's like Cesar in that she just gets along with all of the other doggies. She's such a good girl, a great snuggler. She has heartworms and will need to go through heartworm treatment soon :(

This is Chumley. My Chumley Bumley. He is about a year old and a total wild man. Just got him over a urinary tract infection so he isn't messing his crate up anymore (which required me to take it outside to clean up to 3 or 4 times a day so I am unbelievably thrilled he is better). He's too playful to play with any of the other doggies, he is just all over them and they don't like that. He's a doll though.

This is Remington, or Remy for short. He is my big goofy foster boxer. He was adopted and returned 3 days later, which is why I have 3 boxer fosters. I don't understand how anyone could return him, he is a total love bug, but the lady was afraid he would hurt her smaller dogs. I don't think so. He will give a warning growl if somebody's getting in his face but he's never offered to hurt any of them. (loud knocking of wood because I stupidly typed that out loud)

And lastly...

But not least, Molly, my 12-week-old Boston Terrier foster. Cute, cute, cute. Need I say more? She has already been adopted, sight unseen. As if anyone could meet her and decide they don't want her!

Ok, that's all I have for today. I have to go clean out my car and my truck so I can loan my mom my car for a few days because hers blew up. More on that later. (Got your attention, didn't I? You'll be back)

I've Been Shamed into Posting Something

Ok, I know, it's been over a month since I've posted anything, and even my last post was photo montage. Note it was posted during prime time on Valentine's day if that tells you anything. Anyway I know the world is curious about what's going on in my oh-so-exciting world and you're just waiting on pins and needles for an update.

Uh huh. RIGHT.

I guess I can start posting again now that I finally got my friend's divorce paperwork done. How could I possibly spend time posting anything when she's waiting on me to finish her paperwork and I could have been working on that instead of wasting time here?

Anyway. I finally got my washing machine fixed yesterday. Yes, I'll wait while you scroll down to see when I first posted about it being broken. Actually I'll save you the trouble - it was on February 8. Yes, a full 5 weeks later, Conn's finally managed to fix it.

What have I done for 5 weeks without a washing machine, you ask? Ah, but alas, I have not been without for "quite" that long. After Conn's showed up to fix it after taking almost 3 weeks to get the part, they realized they needed another part, I about had a meltdown. I immediately called a local rental place and rented one for a month. I mean, enough is enough already, and at that point it was TOTALLY worth $2.50 a day for a month to have a washing machine. They delivered and installed it without 2 hours of my calling and it was awesome. Go, ColorTyme.

My anger and wrath have since been re-directed from Whirlpool to Conn's. Long story short, the guy came out and diagnosed that "something" had chewed a hole in one of the hoses. He ordered the hose and finally came back almost 3 weeks later, when he then determined that he in fact needed 2 hoses, the other of which also had to be ordered. He finally came back yesterday and fixed it.

Suffice it to say that I'm not buying anything from Conn's that I might actually need worked on at some point. So that leaves what that I can buy from them, a new mattress? For one, I had to call Conn's about when in the hell the part was coming in, and they were like "oh, we're sorry, it came in 4 days ago, we've been busy."

As for the "something" that chewed the hose? No more. My uncle came and rat-proofed the bottom of the washer with a metal mesh. Even Left little sharp meshy teeth sticking out the sides of the bottom underneath so if they dare try they'll get poked. (Not sticking out TOO far, I don't wanna get poked. Well, not by that) Also, the dishwasher is now rodent-proofed too.

For the record, the washing machine I rented is a Frigidaire, and do you know they have sense enough to pre-rodent-proof the bottom of their machines? Uh huh. You know Whirlpool could have been that smart. The repair guy said that for some reason, rats "go for" the type of rubber Whirlpool uses. Why didn't they put a nifty metal plate cover over the bottom of theirs like Frigidaire? GO, Frigidaire. I know what I'm buying next time.

As to the rodent situation... I haven't caught anything in the multitude of traps or otherwise seen any casualties, but neither have I heard any funny ratty noises since Maggie the Jack Russell Terrier came on the scene. Long story.

Maggie was running around my neighborhood, in the street, on a cold day and what was I supposed to do? I left a note on the door of the house I thought was her home, and they called later and the lady said that they had found her too and had been taking care of her, trying to find her owner, but they couldn't keep her. I said I couldn't keep her either. The lady hung up on me. NICE. So almost a month later Maggie is still at my house, and I only thought I'd be keeping her for an hour or two until her nice owners got home.

I put out flyers and a newspaper ad and posted her online, and all I got for my trouble was a lot of SPAM. I'm tempted to keep Maggie since she is good for the freaky noises problem, but she can be a little pain in the butt. She has to be on my lap or on my pillow or under my feet ALL Of the time, and she's a leaker. She dribbles on my floor (or my couch, or basically wherever she is, including my pillow, so thank God and ColorTyme I had a washer) any time I approach her. But she's cute. And sweet. And I haven't heard any funny noises in some time (for the record, you didn't read what you just read because I didn't say what I just said because saying that would jinx it). Hmmm, the pros and cons of Maggie seem to be about even, though I have to admit the lack of funny noises of late bears a ton of weight in itself. She might have to stay awhile...

On the other hand, if you know anyone... but I reserve the right to borrow her sometimes.

My First Attempt at This

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Ahem

So, could you tell I was a little pissed off yesterday? Just a little.

So here I sit in mis-matched clothes (you think I am kidding, I assure you, I'm not) and frankly I am no less pissed off today.

I called them back this morning and explained as nicely as I could through gritted teeth that I simply cannot wait until Tuesday for someone to come out, I have company coming in next weekend and lots to do before then, much of which involves my washing machine, and not only that I need clothes to wear and I simply and canNOT wait to have my washer fixed. So then she said someone can come on Monday. Well fucking yippee. How come yesterday they said Tuesday, then?

To top that off, there was a hissing sound coming from underneath my kitchen sink this morning for which I could not find the source. No water anywhere that I could see, at least. My uncle is on the case and should be calling me soon.

Yay.

My Revised Whirlpool Cabrio Review - and Conn's

I AM NEVER FUCKING BUYING ANY FUCKING THING FROM FUCKING CONNS EVER FUCKING AGAIN - AND NOTHING MADE BY WHIRLPOOL, EITHER.

And no I'm not disguising my fucks with pretty little webding font, either.

My 5-month-old formerly wonderful Whirlpool Cabrio washing machine is suddenly leaking water all over my garage floor. My uncle has checked the hoses and hose connections and says it has to be a problem with the washing machine itself. So I called Conn's service department, and no one can come until Tuesday, February 13. Today would be February 8, in case you hadn't noticed, and the 13 is 5 days away. I don't have enough clean clothes for tomorrow, nevermind 5 fucking days. Then, they're going to call that morning and give me a 2-hour time window. Marvelous. My work always really digs that kind of thing.

Then, and I relayed this prediction to Ms. Service Department (smartly leaving out the curse words since I am at work), I suppose they will come, having been given no idea of the nature of the problem although I have described it to them, then they will have to evaluate it, and end up having to order a mother fucking part and reschedule for probably another damn week out.

And what could I do about that, but snap "FINE!" and hang up.

Fuckers. And fucking Whirlpool. I know better than to be among the first to buy something. And since I've bought it, and there are finally other reviews out there, the consensus is that these things pretty much blow.

I am beginning to agree.

They are now for sale for the payoff of what I still owe, if you are interested.

But of course, why would you be?

My COLTS Did It!!!!

They won the Superbowl!! Can I pick 'em, or what? Yeeeeehaaaaaaaw!

Unfortunately I am short on time or I would expand on that. Tomorrow, perhaps.

Ok, All You Junk-Comment Posting Bastards

I have deleted all of your stupid crap. Since I haven't done it in some time, it kept me busy for a minute or two. I think if I delete them as I go, then it happens less.

WOW

So have I mentioned my COLTS are going to the Superbowl?

AS IF you don't know.

I haven't mentioned it, actually, because I haven't blogged since they won the awesome AFC Championship game. That was a good game, made better by the outcome that they won.

Go, Peyton!

Brianna's in Her New Home Now Too!

Ok, this is turning into a dog blog!

Friday night I took Miss Brianna to her new home. She is a DOLL and I knew I would not get to keep her for long but I didn't even get to have her for 2 weeks!

I imagine that I will not get to have Romo for much longer, either.

Romo?

Why yes, I was the one who named him Romo.

Why did I name a boxer after the Dallas QB when I am now a Colts fan?

Well... it's a cute name for a cute boxer and we have a LOT of boxers available for attention and I needed a cute name so he would stand out! Not that Mr. Cutie wouldn't stand out all on his own.

I've a feeling I'll soon be sending Romo's "I got adopted" picture. But for now, here is beautiful Miss Brianna.

Happy Life, K-Fred

My little Fred went to his forever home tonight.

He is a Boston Terrier/something mix. Probably French bulldog. He's adorable. His new parents are the nicest couple, and will dote on him and spoil him in a way I wish I could have, but was unable to because my attention has to be so spread among all of the dogs.

I love this little boy. K-Fred was my nickname for him. He's just a doll. The way he stands there with his favorite fishy toy, while it makes the little bubbly noise it makes. The thing is filthy but I can't wash it or the bubbly noise will go away.

Be happy, my little Fred boy.

Lordy, Lordy---

---WAIT! Not yet. One more year to go for THAT one, thank you very much.

But starting next year, I will no longer be celebrating birthdays. Rather, henceforth I shall celebrate anniversaries of my 29th birthday. Starting with the 11th anniversary next year.

Just in case you are still shopping or wondering what to buy, I am very fond of Best Buy and PetsMart.

There, I made it simple for ya.

Sorry for the Late Notice

There are less than 2 shopping hours left until my birthday. Hurry, go shop.

Happy New Year

Happy 2007!

Well, let's hope it will be, anyway. Years ago I made a New Year's resolution and I have always kept it. That was, to never again make any New Year's resolutions. Works great.

I do, however, generally "decide" (that's decide, NOT resolve) to try to do better about things with the start of each new year. So, I have decided to do better about blogging. I can't even believe it has been so long since my last post. Lately I haven't even had/taken the time to read my favorite blogs.

So let's catch up, shall we? Should be easy. Lots going on but very little of it exciting. The kid stayed her and had Thanksgiving with us. I took her to visit Phillip the day after Thanksgiving, then hit the outlet mall that Sunday. The rest of December is just a flurry of shopping and a whole lotta stuff going on. Mama had the kid for Christmas this year. Last year we had her, but Mama came down here and stayed with a friend and basically horned in on our Christmas. I let it happen, thinking she might be kind enough to return the favor and share her with us this Christmas. Uh, NOT. Silly me. She was in Oklahoma for 8 days, including over Christmas AND her birthday. So next year when we have her, and Mama tries to horn in again, it's going to be "Oh, I am sorry, we are not available." No further explanation required. She gets her the time she is allowed to have her and no more.

So, Christmas was good, though quiet without the kid. We went over to my aunt's on Christmas Eve. The kid turned 6 on her birthday and came back from Mama's 2 days later, the day before our scheduled birthday party here. Man, the LOOT she got, between both Christmas and her birthday. My current project is finding a place for everything until I can go through her room and determine what we can get rid of - toys too young for her or broken or missing parts etc. - to make room for the new stuff.

I spent my Christmas day worrying about my foster boxer, Carlee. Over the past few weeks she had lost a few pounds. I noticed about 2 weeks ago and attributed it to my recent change of dog food and thought she must not like it. I started mixing canned food in with her dry and she gobbled it all down. Problem solved, I thought, she would start to get her weight back. A couple of days before Christmas she started eating just half of it, and then she started to kind of bloat up, and she wasn't pooping. Long story short, I gave her some canned pumpkin, she started pooping, then went to the vet the day after Christmas. The bloatiness was fluid in her abdomen, and the vet recommended an ultra sound. She had the ultrasound on Friday, the vet determined he needed to do exploratory surgery for what he thought would be a diaphragmatic hernia which he believed he could repair and Carlee would be fine.

Unfortunately when he opened her up, her liver was riddled with cancer. We had decided beforehand that if it turned out to be something the vet could not fix/help, that he would put her down while she was still under the anesthesia. So we lost her. She was the sweetest girl, and we miss her SO much.