Our oldest female, now deceased the irreplaceble Erica had a boil on her butt when she was 18 or so. We weren’t sure that’s what it was, and took her to the Vet ER since it was a Sunday.
He took her in the backroom, came out and told us that’s all it was and he’d have to shave and lance her.
I’ll never forget the loudest cat screams I have EVER heard coming from that room. And that she took a good week to stop giving me THAT look when she walked by.
Just over 2.5 more hours before I go on VACATION!!! (I’m hoping to leave at 4:30).
Tomorrow I have to go to the library and return my current books and pick up one or two books I can read on the plane, and also go to JC Penny’s and return two blouses which just didn’t look as good on me at home. And PACK. I have things, and I have a suitcase, they are just not together.
Dotty Noor is such a cutie! I was lookin’ at the pictures and goin’ AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ain’t she just a lil’ ol’ cutie the whole time. Welcome back and congrats!
{{{Snakes}}} I’m so sorry. I’ll say a prayer for Gwen and you. Like MBG said, you may rest assured Gwen knew she was loved her whole life long.
doggio great news about Maggie! Plus you got people to share pet boil stories. That’s like a twofer!
I have a job interview scheduled next Friday for a job I actually do want. Believe it or not it’s with the Department of Juvenile Justice just like the one yesterday that I don’t want. This is different though. It’s for a YDC Director’s position. I absolutely have all the skills and qualifications for this. So, come next Friday appropriate/inappropriate appendage crossin’ will once again be appreciated.
Now for dumb stuff… I went over to a friend’s house for a little while today. He got home Tuesday from a ten day trip to England with his folks and his sister. I didn’t bug him yesterday cause I figured jetlag and confusion and stuff. He did one smart thing in taking the rest of this week off to get himself used to bein’ home again. Now for the dumbness… I like him. A lot. One of my and ACBG’s bestest friends. But… dumber than a box of rocks when it comes to any electronic/technology stuff. He had a message from the cable company on his answering machine about how he needed to trade in his ancient (the thing’s so old it practically has a hand crank) converter box for a newer one or he won’t be able to receive some of the digital programming he so enjoys as of next week. Ok, no big deal, right? WRONG!!! He was all in a panic about what to do… see they’ll come out and switch it out for you or you can just bring it in… but if they do it, even though it’s free, it’s one of those make an appointment and sit around all day and wait type things. He was all worried about having to ask about takin’ a day off just after havin’ taken two weeks off so he could get this done. So, asks I, rather foolishly, “why don’t you just take it in today or tomorrow?” Well, his face went all :eek: I don’t know how to unhook this thing! I’ll mess (ok he said an ugly word but this is a family thread so no cussin’ dammit!) it all up! Geez, thinks I. See I was just about to leave to come back home and finish makin’ supper and stuff. So, tomorrow morning I’m goin’ over to his house, unhook his old converter box, drag him down to the cable place, get a new converter box, go back to his house and hook it up for him. He’s so lucky to have such a good friend ain’t he?
**dotty ** - you gots yerself a real sweetie there!
**MamaTigs ** - First thing I did when I got home today was close things up and turn on the air. You know it’s warm when it’s too warm for me. Hope it cools down enough at bedtime so I can open things again.
Today’s mail contained a slip for claiming a certified letter. No clue as to who it’s from. I *hate * this - I can’t get it till tomorrow… *grrrrrrr * I’ll just fret till then. Of course it won’t be notification that some gazillionaire has chosen us to be his heirs. It’s probably something that’s gonna cost us $$$$$. Stoopit certified letter. Almost as much fun as coming home to doggie doo in the family room and dog hork in the dining room. :rolleyes:
Well I’m off to get into grubbies and play with one last batch of clay. Then I’ll have 2 days to glaze before firing on Saturday. Mebbe I’ll be back on line later.
Swampy - you are a good friend indeed, but you wouldn’t believe how many customers we have who still think like that. (Heck, I only have the techs come out to my house because I have no hand strength - they tighten the connections too tight for me to loosen) (plus some of the techs are cute, and we exchange office gossip )
Another 3 and a half hours without internet. YEAUGH!!!
Hee, BioRosie he’s also deathly afraid of his computer. He has a few friends who make sure stuff keeps up-to-date cause it just confuses him so! :dubious:
{{{{SCL}}}} I know Gwen is happily playing across the bridge, waiting for you to join her someday. She knew she was loved every minute, though, I know.
We just gave up and turned on the air, too, FCM. The humidity is starting to climb a bit, so the house feels warmer than it did yesterday even though it’s practically the same temperature out. It felt nice sitting outside in the shade throwing Isaac’s Kong for him, but the house was definitely getting stuffy.
I just created nightmarish memories by association for poor Alice. I’ve been trying to figure out something I could use to stretch out knitting on for blocking (which basically means you get it wet, shape it to the way you want it shaped, and then let it dry), and since we don’t really have a spare room to devote to it, I wanted something I could lay out on the big table in my sewing area but fold up when I’m not using it. So I found the perfect thing at Michaels – a science fair display board! It’s made out of foam so will make for ease of pinning, but folds up nicely for ease of storage. Except that Alice still has a fairly visceral reaction to the words “science fair” – as, to be honest, do I since I was the one helping the Young Tigers with their projects at the last minute – so I had to warn her before I dared bring it in the house. Hee! Torturing one’s offspring never gets old, does it?
ETA I forgot to mention what a total cutie baby Noor is!
Oof, long day. I just got myself sat down at the computer (it’s 11:20 PM here)
SCL – So sorry
Mika – RUN, don’t walk, for this house! (Assuming the landlady really is at least halfway sane) Sounds really great. And enjoy your vacation
dotty – lovely baby And I think we’re practically neighbors? (well, sort of like North and South Korea are neighbors, but hey, technicalities…)
Names… I think, between the vying nicknames of Someone Special and Special One, I prefer the latter (if I get any say in the choice, of course) – see, both are still pretty long, and will be prone to shortening. Abbreviating Someone Special makes **SS **:eek: Abbreviating Special One means I get to be everybody’s **SO ** Much better!
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Hey, it’s Thursday Night. I’ve started my weekend!! :: points and laughs at everyone (except Mika) ::
Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers, ya’ll - they are much appreciated. Mr. SCL is taking Gwen up to our cabin at the river for burial. I’m not going - I can’t watch. She’s wrapped in her favorite blankie and curled up in a basket.
I understand the not bein’ able to watch Snakes. It’s good to know the other kitties are payin’ you special attention tonight. They can be so good like that.
Supper tonight was baked ham, scalloped N.O.T., baby lima beans, steamed squash and rolls. Ok, so the rolls were the thaw and bake kind. Get over it. Oh and since I had some time and needed to use ‘em up, a sweet N.O.T. pie for dessert. A certain somebody lurves him some sweet N.O.T. pie. Thus, there shall be some good “appreciation” tonight. He’s also takin’ tomorrow off since he had to work a few hours on Monday. I told him about the errand I have to do for our friend tomorrow morning. Cracked him up! He’s like I am by this friend… all we can do is love him cause he just can’t help it bless his heart!
Swampy - will you come up here and cook for me? I can’t show you the same “appreciation” you usually receive, but I’m sure we can come to some agreement.
Dinner is some tuna salad on toast and a can of V-8. Envy me.
Awwww… BioRosie if I were near ya I’d be keepin’ you fed. It’s the southern in me. We bring food. Somebody has surgery? We bring food. Somebody sick? We bring food. Somebody die? We bring food. Heh… I get invited to someone’s house for dinner I say, can I bring anything?
In the south you can show up at the family reunion of complete strangers as long as you bring food. We’ll talk about it til we find some common relation, too.
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