July 2008 – Page 3

7-3-08

Since y’all have asked (or commented) in my comments: Trey is Nance’s 14 year-old son. Though I am struck with the urge to call him her “man friend” from here on out. Heh. Sugarbutt had between his back toes cleaned due to an infection (ya damn SKIMMER; I just wrote about it on Monday!). I … Continue reading “7-3-08”

Since y’all have asked (or commented) in my comments:

Trey is Nance’s 14 year-old son. Though I am struck with the urge to call him her “man friend” from here on out. Heh.

Sugarbutt had between his back toes cleaned due to an infection (ya damn SKIMMER; I just wrote about it on Monday!).

I know why the vet told us to use paper in the litter box for Sugarbutt.

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Mission accomplished!

Next mission: convincing Trey to get a mohawk and dye it pink.

(Just kidding. He has no desire for a mohawk!)

Me = bad influence.

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I left the house bright and early yesterday morning to drop the kittens and Kara off at the vet. I put all the kittens in one carrier and Kara in a carrier by herself, and as I left the house I said to Nance “The kittens have never been in a car!” and she said “Then how the hell did they get here… oh, right! They were born here!”

Guess what sometimes happens when kittens ride in a car for the first time, and they are very scared? Well APPARENTLY sometimes they barf. A lot. We were about five minutes away from the vet’s office when they started up, and I stopped as soon as I could in the parking lot of a gas station to see what the hell was going on. What was going on was that there was barf all over the cat bed inside the carrier, and the kittens had tromped all through it, so they had vomit all over their paws and they were scared and LET US OUT, DAMNIT.

I had to get in the back seat with the carrier, napkins in hand, and cleaned them as well as I could. They kept trying to climb out of the carrier (River, especially) and I had to push them in, and it was a big, barfy mess. Eventually I gave up, and drove the rest of the way to the vet’s office and warned the vet tech that they were a mess.

We weighed them (they all weigh between 3.2 (Kaylee) and 3.5 (River) pounds; Kara weighs 8.5 pounds) and then the vet tech took them off to the back to put them in cages, and I left for home.

When I got home, we sat around and shot the bull for most of the morning, then decided what to do, and headed for Closeville. We ate lunch at Logan’s Roadhouse. I’ve never been there before, but the food was good (I had a grilled chicken sandwich) and we had mini-desserts, which came in these little bitty shotglass-sized buckets. It was just the right amount of sweet.

Nance asked where a Starbucks we’d seen the day before was located, so we headed there. They didn’t have the cup she was looking for, so we turned around and headed for the Wal-Mart in Closeville. On the way, we passed a tattoo parlor and Trey asked if we could stop, and I said “It’s up to your mom”, and Nance rolled her eyes and growled “OH FINE.”

That place was closed, though, due to a family emergency, so Nance called a place in Huntsville she’d tried calling earlier in the day (apparently tattoo parlors don’t open ’til noon or later), found out the details of what needed to be done, and asked if we needed an appointment. The woman told her we could come right then, so we turned around and headed into Huntsville.

600 pages of paperwork later, Trey and Nance went to the back of the tattoo parlor. I stood and looked at tattoos* and waited to hear a scream of pain, but before I knew it, out they came. Trey didn’t appear to be about to faint (though Nance was another story!), and he had a nice, shiny new badass eyebrow piercing.

See more graphic pictures over at Nance’s.

We headed home, stopped at Wal-Mart because I needed supplies to make the Fourth of July cake. They didn’t have ANY raspberries, I couldn’t find the cream cheese, and that freakin’ place was so packed I could barely move without someone blocking my way. Since I have to go to the store to get steak (we’re grilling out tomorrow), I figured I’d worry about that stuff tomorrow (today), and we left.

Fred was home when we got there, and after a little while he came inside with a bucket of green beans and cherry tomatoes. Then he started pizza dough in the bread maker, and we left. I dropped him off to pick up his truck, and then headed to pick up Kara and the kittens.

When I walked in, the receptionist said that she wasn’t sure if all the kittens were done (apparently they’d had a busy day), but luckily they were (Kara was still very groggy), and I put their carriers in the back seat and headed for home. When we got home, none of the cats were up for playing – the girls all slept, Kara was weaving around like she was drunk, and River looked at me like “I could play… if I have to. I don’t have to, do I? I can just take a nap?”

Poor babies.

*I saw a really cute cat paw print tattoo. I reflected that I could get a paw print tattoo for each of our cats on the back of my shoulder (and down my back), but if I get them for each of our 9 cats, I’d have to get them for the cats who’ve passed on, right? And then as each cat passes on and we get new ones, I’d have to get a new one for each new cat. Like Fred said, “You’ll have 50 paw prints by the time you’re 65!” Ah well.

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Anyone see the Mack truck that hit that poor kitteh?

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Previously
2007: Two movies in one summer. Can my heart take it?
2006: “I love you, but GODDAMN DO I HATE HIKING.”
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: Miz Poo vs. The Intel Man.
2002: Fred tries to poison me.
2001: Letters.
2000: It occurs to me that that’s perhaps far more detailed than y’all need.

7-2-08

Nance and Trey got here right on time yesterday – I parked, walked into the airport terminal, checked the “arrivals” monitor, saw that it said “landed” next to their flight, walked upstairs to the area outside security, waited for about three minutes, got a text from Trey letting me know they’d landed, and then saw … Continue reading “7-2-08”

I was promised that Nance would be all hopped up on (legal) drugs when she arrived, but she was about the same as far as I could tell.

We came back to the house and gabbed at each other for a while and I introduced Trey to the chickens and the kittens, and then we went out for lunch at Applebee’s.

The temperature at Applebee’s, I’m telling you, was about thirty below zero. All three of us were FREEZING.

At one point, Trey said something about his shrimp (he had shrimp fettucine, I think) was “Very shrimp-y”, and I envisioned an evening wherein Fred and Trey discussed how Trey’s shrimp was too shrimp-y and then Fred could talk about the organic eggs we bought a few years ago being “too egg-y”, and they could bond like the weirdos they are.

When we left Applebee’s, we went to Madison to the – as Nance calls it – hippie store, where we looked at their selection of Crocs. After some looking around and trying on (they had Crocs with Mickey Mouse cutouts! Only, not in my size. DAMNIT.), I found a pair that I liked, and so I bought ’em. They’re the Patra, in chocolate & sea foam. I’ve only worn them for a little while, but so far they are way comfy. (Also, they smell like patchouli.)

We got home and sat around talking for a while (and Nance sent Trey off to the Dollar store) and then Fred got home with Sugarbutt, who was quite a sight. Not only did they clean both his back feet and bandage them up, they put a No-Bite collar on him, and he was still dopey from the medication, and that poor thing, he was just a flat-out mess.

Fred told me the instructions from the vet, which were: keep Sugarbutt separate from the other cats for a week, use only paper in his litterbox, give him this pill for such-and-such a time, this pill for such-and-such a time, and spray this on his foot as often as possible.

We debated where the hell to put Sugarbutt, and Nance assured us that it was A-OK with her if we put him in the guest bedroom with her, but in the end we decided to put him in Fred’s bedroom. We put a litter box with Feline Pine in it and then Fred let Sugarbutt out of the carrier and Sugarbutt was still SO high that he didn’t know what the hell to do. He ended up hanging out under Fred’s bed for most of the evening, but at snacktime I went up and took him a little plate of snack, and he dove into it.

Poor Suggie.

(Last night around midnight, Sugarbutt decided he’d had ENOUGH and started digging at Fred’s bedroom door. After discussing it with me, Fred opened his bedroom door, and Sugarbutt went slinking down the stairs. We were worried that the other cats would hiss and growl at him and wake Nance and Trey up, but for once they behaved themselves.)

Fred and I drove up into Closeville to drop off his truck (the passenger’s side seatbelt and the air conditioning need fixing) and when we got home, we found Nance and Trey out by the side porch and Joe Bob cornered under the porch. Apparently before we left the house to go get lunch, Joe Bob had hopped the fence and I’d shut the back door without realizing he wasn’t around. While Fred and I were gone Nance was out there and Joe Bob came sauntering up all “What UP, bitchez?!”, and she was worried that he’d run into the road, so she and Trey chased him under the side porch and made sure he stayed there ’til we got back.

Fucking Joe Bob. I had changed out the batteries in his collar earlier in the day, but apparently he wasn’t being zapped enough to deter him. We’ve decided to switch his collar and Tommy’s and see how that goes.

Fred took Trey out to the garden to pick some vegetables, and then he made the poor boy weed, which Trey did willingly and without complaining, because he’s a good boy.

(Trey wants to have his eyebrow pierced and I said “Well, it could be worse!” and “Hey, you could get your eyebrow pierced right there!” I’m an instigator. HEE.)

We had Light & Luscious Lasagna and salad for dinner, and then Fred and Trey watched a loud and obnoxious movie (one of the Terminators, I think) and Nance and I surfed and gabbed ’til bedtime.

For the most part the cats behaved themselves until a little after 6 this morning when Joe Bob decided to be an ass and got all up in Stinkerbelle’s grill, and she responded by screaming like a wildcat. Asshole cats.

And now I’m off to take Kara and her babies to the vet to be spayed and neutered. I’ll pick them up after 5 and I expect that they’ll be ready to sleep the night away, poor babies.

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Not. Happy.

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Previously
2007: I gave him The Eyes and said “Oh NO you did NOT!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Had I, in fact, ONCE KILLED SOMEONE and the memory was trying to break free into my conscious mind?
2003: “Yeah, I see you, you portly little cat. You don’t scare me!”
2002: Some Eminem lookalike just drove by and put a flyer on my mailbox.
2001: I have the sinking suspicion that we’re going to be homeless by August 1st.
2000: No entry.

7-1-08

New month, new logo! This one was created by Aly, who’s done a LOT of my logos. So talented, that girl. Thanks, Aly! (You might need to clear your cache to see the logo at the top.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have you checked out Imaginary Bitches, the YouTube show? I’ve watched them all, and have to … Continue reading “7-1-08”

New month, new logo! This one was created by Aly, who’s done a LOT of my logos. So talented, that girl.

Thanks, Aly!

(You might need to clear your cache to see the logo at the top.)

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Have you checked out Imaginary Bitches, the YouTube show? I’ve watched them all, and have to say that I find them pretty amusing. That lead actress is adorable.

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I spent about an hour yesterday chopping and freezing summer squash, zucchini, and pattypan squash, and by the time I was done, I was ready to kick Fred’s ass. The man planted THREE ROWS of squash this year.

I really hate him.

I find that I’m filled with hatred a lot these days. Last Friday Fred and I went out to dinner, and then he decided that we should drive around Closeville and look at trucks. We ended up stopping at the car lot where he got the truck he already had and he got the keys to the truck he eventually ended up buying (on Saturday) and we took it for a drive. The passenger’s side seatbelt didn’t work and neither did the air conditioning, so when we got back to the car lot I was not only full from dinner but super-hot from the driving around in 100-degree heat and I was annoyed and unhappy, and so Fred headed to the office to talk to the guy, and I followed him and he went inside while I stood outside, arms folded, and he whispered “You sure are radiating the hatred right now!” and I was all “BECAUSE I HATE BEING HOT AND BEING FULL AND I AM BOTH RIGHT NOW.”

So, Fred got a new truck. It’s green, it’s wonderful, you can imagine the impact on my life.

I spent all day yesterday doing laundry and cleaning and by the time 2:00 rolled around I was wiped out (I don’t remember the last time I slept past 5:15), and so I went upstairs and laid down on the bed with the kittens. Kara came along to see what the hell I was doing and whether I knew any nice single unneutered boycats I could introduce her to, then the babies nursed for a few minutes, and then they all curled up and we snoozed for ten minutes, until Kara started up her goddamn yowling.

AGH.

Fred left work a little early. Sugarbutt and Newt both needed a visit to the vet and since I didn’t want to have to wrangle them both myself, Fred made the appointment for a time when we could both go. Except that Newt, that fucker, disappeared and was nowhere to be found, so Fred ended up taking Sugarbutt to the vet. A few months ago he was having an issue with his foot, where he was licking it raw between his toes, so I took him to the vet and they gave us an antibiotic ointment and his toes got better and then they got worse, so we started putting the ointment between his toes and then it’d get better and then worse – which we only realized when we saw bloody pawprints on the counter – and finally between the bloody toes and the fact that his upper lip was swollen (which I just noticed late last week), we gave up and took him to the vet.

Fred and Sugarbutt weren’t gone long (since I had shit to do, Fred took Sugarbutt by himself), and when they got home Fred reported that there was a growth between two of his toes, they thought it might be a bacterial infection, and I have to take Sugarbutt back to the vet this morning so they could knock him out and clean between his toes really well.

It’s always something.

Newt moseyed home about five minutes after Fred and Sugarbutt got back from the vet. He’s got a sore on his tail, about two inches from the end, and it looks horrible and he keeps worrying it, so he needs to go to the vet, but it’s hard to do that when the little fucker disappears. I guess I’ll have to keep him in one morning instead of letting him out, ya think?

Kara’s still in heat, still with the ear-piercing yowling from time to time, still looking for love in all the wrong places. Thank GOD she’s still settling down at night.

Miss Momma does not approve.

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Tomorrow, the kittens go to be spayed and neutered. Poor little monsters, they have no idea what’s coming!

Lots of cute kitten pics uploaded over at Flickr.

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Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: That Tom Cruise. What a fuckin’ loon, huh?
2004: Jesus christ. After almost five years of marriage, wouldn’t you think he’d KNOW that there are only two ways to answer that question?
2003: And then she vaulted her portly ass across me to say good morning to him, cracking three of my ribs in the process.
2002: We went to see Minority Report on Saturday, and though I really liked it, I did NOT enjoy sitting next to Billy Bob ShutTheFuckUp, who was compelled, when not clearing his throat loudly and phlegmily, to remark upon each and every plot point.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.