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.