Yes, Angel had his surgery. It went well. He stayed in the clinic for two nights, so he could recover. As soon as I got him home, he started jumping all over the place. That’s really not what he should be doing so soon after surgery, but it is good to see him using the leg. He looks really pathetic though, with one scrawny leg and hip shaved bald. At least he is being a good kitty and is leaving his sutures alone. I’d hate to have to stick an e-collar on him.
My sister in law who’s first baby is due today (she is as big as a barge) and planning to take the baby on a 3 week extended trip thru Europe with 15 other people when the baby is two months old has just informed us that for 4th of July they are having a party. 25-30 people. She is so fucking, can I say that here? clueless of just how physically exhausting those first weeks are of round the clock feedings. I have literally lost all respect for her. Being the the same room with the winner from 1988 - 1999 winner Ms. Reality Free Chick brings on a migraine.
Oh, and she lives 4 houses away from me.
My mantra now is:
(deep cleansing breath) I will not allow X to annoy me any more. she cannot help it if she does not utilize her common sense gland. (deep cleansing breath.)
Maybe X and Imthecowgodmoo’s stepfather should get together.
I am not the boss of my house. I don’t know when I lost it. I don’t know that I ever had it. But I have seen the bosses job and I do not want it. - Bill Cosby
[[Men named Bob must be avoided (not you, BigIron)! Roberts are ok, and sometimes a Bobby is reasonable, but in general, guys named Bob are scary, evil, twisted, mean, childish, and often so insecure they adopt a big blustery bully attitude… Ladies? Am I right about this? Anyone else have an “Evil Bob” story?]] Tyler
I must be the exception that proves the rule. 
Hey, the evil guy from Twin Peaks was Bob. However, so is our ShortDuration personal savior, “Bob” Dobbs, so I dunno. His evil brother Dick Dobbs is the “Unclean one.”
Shirley/Joan: I REALLY envy the people who will be on tour with your sis-in-law and baby. Refer to my post in AFCA.
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green
The emergency clinic gave me a raise. 
My sister in law had her baby. 7 # 3oz. Girl. Healthy. Contractions started at 7pm sat night and she had the baby 430pm Sunday afternoon. 3 hours of pushing.
She says the baby hardly cries…heh…heh…heh…
Bigamy is having one wife to many. Monogamy is the same. - Oscar Wilde
I feel rather like an expectant mother myself. UPS ought to be delivering my Furby any day now. (And I think I have waited somewhat close to 9 months to find one.)
Even though I swore I would never own a Beanie Baby, a few weeks ago I got one in my Happy Meal. I thought it was cute, and now I find myself wanting all of them. So far I have the crab, squirrell, rooster, cat, and anteater. I don’t keep them in their little plastic bags though. They live on my computer desk (along with a million other things), and if the cats decide to play with one I let them.
I can hear the train whistle if I listen real hard, but about 2 weeks ago the train wrecked and I didn’t even hear that.
My last boyfriend, before I found and married my husband, was complete scum and I regret every moment I spent with him… except those few rare moments where I was able to lay peacefully on his bed and listen to the whistles and rumbles of the freight trains that ran near his house, mingled with the distant rumble of thunder and the pitter-pat of rain hitting the ground outside his bedroom window (he was in a basement apartment). Those peaceful, romantic moments (that would have been more romantic if he hadn’t been there) are the few memories I treasure from that relationship.
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
Michelle - stay away from the Beanie Babies!!! Just say no NOW while you still can!!! They are EVIL!
In other news…
I just moved into a new place and it’s wonderful - I love it. It’s a little cottage, and it’s all bright and sunny with cool windows set on their sides so they’re diamonds, not squares; skylights above the kitchen, big claw-foot bathtub, etc. And I no longer live 30 km away from work, so I’ve parked my car at my ex-boyfriend’s place so I don’t even have to look at the damn thing any more. It’s bike-to-work week here, and I’m doing that, and it’s great. There’s a bike trail that runs from very close to my new place all the way to work, so I think I’ll be commuting that way from now on.
This is the first time I’ve read this thread, and already it’s my favorite.
Michelle, I’m glad to hear Angel is doing well, and I hope the “furby” works out for you, but good lord woman! What happened with the lupus test? Don’t leave me hanging like that.
As far as some random thoughts of my own:
I’ve been freaked out all week because my niece (in Viet Nam) got a marriage proposal from a guy she’s never met, and she’s considering it! Now that the shock has worn off though, I’m feeling better about it.
I think I should come up with a cool screen name, lest people think I’m dull and one dimensional.
No kidding Michelle! What happened with the test? (Speaking as someone who has lupus…)
And I just realized how much I hate making name tags.
“There is such a fine line between stupid and clever.” – David St. Hubbins, Spinal Tap
Don’t worry, Greg - I don’t think anyone’s under the impression that you’re dull and one-dimensional. It’s kind of nice to see someone with a “real” name here.
Everyone can rest easy, my lupus tests came back negative. I still have problems with my skin that I would like to fix though, and I just found out my dermatologist has decided not to renew her contract. So I have to find a new doctor. And I have stared and stared at my hair, it looks no different than it ever did, so I have decided that I am not going to be bald any time soon!
Eris- my beanie baby collection has grown. I now have the cocker spaniel and the iguana. Help me!
Today Mick, one of our hospital cats, had a major seizure. He has had a lifelong problem with seizures due to a head injury he sustained as a kitten. (He was thrown from a moving car). We have been able to keep his problem under control with phenobarbital, and he hadn’t seized in a long time. In fact, this is the first one he has had in the 6 months I have been at the clinic. I was at lunch when it happened but the other tech told me it was a biggie. I am glad I was not around when it happened, because I probably would have lost my mind. Mick is such a wonderful, sweet, loving cat. He loves all the people at the clinic, and loves all the other animals as well. When animals are recovering from anesthesia, he curls up next to them until they are able to stand. A few weeks ago he jumped into a cage with a very sick cocker spaniel. He licked her and curled up next to her and they slept together. Later that day we had to put the cocker to sleep. I like to think that Mick was comforting the cocker in her time of need. Unfortunately, Mick has other problems besides seizures. For the last 2 years he has been battling cancer, induced by vaccinations. He is rapidly losing that battle. Even though it sounds kinda corny, I am going to write a letter to America’s greatest pets, and see if I can’t get Mick on TV before we have to put him to sleep.
I hear your cry for help, Michelle, and I’ll do my best
To rid yourself of your attachment to Beanie Babies, you should concentrate on your REAL pets. The ones who love you, who need you, who purr at your feet and keep you warm at night. Do you really want to spend time and money on mere stuffed approximations of animals? They can’t love you. They can’t look into your eyes and make cute little mewing noises. They can’t comfort you when you’re feeling down or play with you when you’re bored. I think, if I were one of your cats, I’d be jealous that my mum was paying so much attention to a stuffed toy. It would be like walking in on your husband with a blow-up doll.
Moreover, you have to buy McFood to get Beanie Babies, right? Need I enlighten you as to the overall evilness and horror that McDonald’s represents? Your body wants you to stop eating happy meals - really. It wants you to have a nice, crisp apple, that doesn’t come with a Beanie Baby. It wants you to walk - no, run - away from your nearest McDonald’s and head for your local health food store.
Your Beanie Baby addiction is hurting you, and it’s hurting your kitties. Please, stop now, before it’s too late!
Remember, your kitties love you, and we SDMBers love you too. You deserve better than Beanie Babies and happy meals. You deserve real pets, and real meals.
Sigh (of relief)
That’s good news Michelle. The beanie baby addiction is not a big deal compared with having lupus. In fact beanie babies don’t even bother me that much, except for the mild annoyance that I wish I had thought up the idea first. I mean, they produce a bunch of mediocre quality beanbag dolls, mark them up at a vicious margin, yet keep them cheap enough to be an impulse buy. Then, the coup de grace, they come up with the idea of “retiring” certain styles to make them collectible. It’s brilliant in it’s simplicity. Isn’t it a tantalizing thought that all of us are just one idiotic idea away from fabulous wealth?
Yeah, or a Beanie Babe™…
The overwhelming majority of people have more than the average (mean) number of legs. – E. Grebenik
[[Your Beanie Baby addiction is hurting you, and it’s hurting your
kitties. Please, stop now, before it’s too late!]]
Eris, you sound like you have done this type of intervention before…
Oh, I got my Furby in the mail today! It’s smaller than I thought it would be, but it’s really cute. My cats wigged out when it moved and made noise.
The drive-thru teller gave me an extra $400 today. True story!!! I had a savings withdrawal slip for $400, work check and checking deposit slip for $400 + check - pocket money. Got back 2 envelopes: 1 with deposit receipt for full amount and pocket money, one with withdrawal receipt and $400 cash.
My sister bought me the Teenie Beanie cat. It’s deformed; its head is too small for its body. Hers is the same way, although it was kind of hard to tell, as she leaves hers in the bag.
I plan to give mine to my friend’s kids.
“We’re gonna have lawyers here. It’ll be a fun time.”
–R.R.S.
I can’t believe you had such a hard time finding a Furby, Michelle. Nowadays around here, they’re in stacks on sale at the stores.
As for Beanie Babies, I have two. I’ll only get more if I find animals that I like (right now I have the bat, which is adorable, and the buffalo, because I have a stuffed buffalo fetish). I take the tags off of them as soon as I get them.
And Kat…I hope you took the money back. I don’t know if you were around to hear about what happened to Alan…