get a big paper bag, put in flea powder…toss in kitty, and shake well, like shake-n-bake!
joke!
Louie, the stuff you get from the vet that you put on the back of their neck works FABULOUS!!! I cannot tell you how great this stuff works. I think it’s called Advantage. We had a horrible infestation when we lived in TN; bathed the cats, bombed the house, vacuumed every day, etc etc but nothing worked. Finally broke down and bought the stuff from the vet (it’s not actually that expensive) and within AN HOUR (I kid you not), the fleas started dying and the next morning when I swept our hardwood floor, there were dead fleas all over. Like Michelle said, take her to the vet for shots and a check-up. They can do the flea treatment at the same time.
Michelle, welcome back!! I wondered what was going on wit 'cha! Geez, you leave for a couple of weeks and come back with a dude on your arm! How great; hope things work out well.
Someone about a mile or more away from us had a huge party on Saturday night. How did we know it was huge? With our windows closed we could hear every word the band was singing perfectly. Even with a pillow over my head I could still hear them. Every word, clearly.
Since going through the same crapola last summer with the noisy neighbors from hell ( who have done a complete 180 this year) we waited a couple of songs to see if they would turn it down. Nope. After a half hour we called the sheriff. We were like the 15th call and they (the police and other neighbors) thought it was our former neighbors from hell last year. Nope. The music died about 1030p . The shame was that the band was excellent, but it was like being inside one of the speakers at Stones concert it was that loud.
I went to the appointment for my colposcopy yesterday afternoon. They found nothing. I didn’t even have to have a biopsy. I’m very glad, because that would have hurt like hell.
I am glad that everyone is so happy to see me back! Makes me feel loved!
One note about the flea control–get the stuff from your vet. Don’t buy any of the over the counter stuff. Most of those products can be downright deadly to cats.
As for the man situation…well…I mentioned something about that on the Ramblings thread. ::sigh::
Drain, glad to hear it! Those things are no fun anyway. Glad everything was a-okay!
Everyday that it gets closer to Friday (my last day at this current job), the happier I get, and the more I want to tell them how much their company is a complete joke and that they’ll be out of business within 2 years if they don’t get their heads out of their butts. But…of course…I won’t. They wouldn’t listen anyway.
Drainbead…I have been down the colposcopy road myself…it sucks! There wasnt much pain, but no sex for like 10 days or something foolish, and they froze me with novacaine, which it turns out gives me a psychotic reaction-suicidal, the whole bit! My experience with colposcopies lasted about 4 years, go for a colp., it was bad, go back for lasertreatment-awful!!! Then the doc tells me that I might need a ‘cone biopsy’ if they cant get it all with laser…and because I am a ‘bleeder’ as she put it, I have an increased rick for hemorage…which would necessitate a HYSTERECTOMY!!! I went bananas-( I wanted more kids, I only had the one, and I was only 25 or 26 at the time) I got pregnant with frankie about 2 months later, since then, I have had a ‘goog’ pap, and no need for further colposcopies, funny thing is, that where frankie seemed to cure me, I never had a ‘bad’ pap till right after I had ted…wierd.
Kel, my sister had the same experience however, her doctor decided to wait on the invasive treatments. She had her daughter and then WHAM! Abnormal paps. Couldn’t find anything…just weren’t normal. Here’s the BunnyGirl Theory of This:
Labor and Hormones changes the tissue of cervix.
Well isn’t that a brainstorm but you’d think doctors would recognize that more. Her doctor wanted her to come back for repeat paps and as long as they weren’t showing anything dangerous or REALLY strange, just watch things. I think her last pap was normal. Three years after her child. Maybe it just takes a while for your body to recover from the huge thing that labor and childbirth are.
yeah…the only problem is that if left untreated, it can lead to cancer.
I havnt been for a pap in about 3 years, and since mom got sick, she has been ranting about me going to the doctor etc… so I am going.
Ugh.
Thanks for the advice, Michelle. We’re taking Oreo to a vet sometime next week to her her spayed (or is it neutered, I never could figure that out) Anyways, we’ll ask about that Advantage stuff.
Females get spayed. You will score big with the veterinary staff if you don’t say the word “spaded”.
Last night I went out to a pub with a male friend of mine. He works with me and he also is good friends with the guy who just gave me the heave-ho after just 4 weeks. We sat and talked about relationships and how they never seem to work out well for either of us. My friend was telling me what he wants in a girl and the whole time I was sitting there thinking, “ME! You are talking about ME!!” Alas, I know my friend doesn’t think of me that way at all though. it is so frustrating.
Give him time, Michelle. Sometimes it takes a while for men to realize through their testosterone fogged brains, that the love of their life has been sitting right next to them the whole time.
Oooh, oooh, ooooh! My picture is up in the Teeming Millions!! Whoo Hoo! Opal, you are Speedy Gonzales incarnate.
On another note, it’s very freaky seeing a picture of yourself on the internet. This picture was taken last Christmas before going out to my company xmas party. Too much maintenance to look that way everyday (curling my hair, feh!). Hair is now at my ears-got it chopped.
Last Saturday night, my brother gave me a letter that had arrived for me at his place. From the IRS! 
I had under-reported my income in 1997!
They’re refunding me another $421! 
See, this is what I get for never claiming an exemption and always having them take out an extra $20.
“I’m surprised that you’ve never been told before, that you’re lovely, that you’re perfect, and that somebody wants you.” - Semisonic, f.n.p
How come my non-smiley faces didn’t work? 
“I’m surprised that you’ve never been told before, that you’re lovely, that you’re perfect, and that somebody wants you.” - Semisonic, f.n.p
I have become somewhat obsessive lately. This morning I have drank 9 cans of orange juice (the little 5.5 oz ones). I’m really not that thiursty I just can’t stop drinking them <sigh>
Don’t let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey.
I had no change in my purse this afternoon at work and really, really needed to have a can of Pepsi (don’t ask). Remembering that I had been dropping change in my top drawer for a while, I pulled it out to see if I had enough (non-penny) change for a can of pop. I found $4.14 (including 34 pennies) in the drawer. And a Tootsie Pop.
I got online this evening and saw I had an email called “Couldn’t Miss” from someone named Michi016. I remembered Michelle’s screen name was Michi and a number so I figured she was sending a message to some of the regs to tell everyone she was back on the board. So I open the email and got the following message:
I figured it was one of three possibilities: 1) Michelle had decided to supplement her vet income by starting her own business, 2) Michelle was letting me know she has enjoyed my posts a lot more than I realized, or 3) I had not remembered her screen name after all.
So I signed on the board and found out her screen name is in fact Michi4 not Michi016.
Just heard a commercial for a heartburn remedy. The announcer said, “Side effects may include headache, diarrhea, and abdominal pain.” Huh? I’ll live with the heartburn, thankyouverymuch.
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green
My office is having a blood drive on Friday. We’re all going to bring in food, and have a pot-luck lunch to supplement the bloodmobile snacks.
I plan to bring some of my best chili, with all the trappings of good presentation. I’ve already printed a warning label for the pot. It’s a picture of a temperature gauge, with readings from “Mild” to “Extremely Hot”; the indicator is off the high end of the scale. Below all this is the name of my recipe: Flaming Nuclear Nasty.
Of course I don’t fit in; I’m part of a better puzzle.