A week's worth of mudge

On Monday I found out that I have a blood clot in my left palm, and I'm now on stomach-killing NSAIDs to get rid of it.

On Tuesday I had to go to the dentist.

On Wednesday I started my day with being tailgated through hilly S-curves in the fog, then spent forty minutes on the phone with six different people just to change a contact phone number at the VA. The last hour of the day was spent frantically rushing around trying to get a Medicaid reapplication ready and mailed before 4:30 while a client showed up forty-five minutes early to read and sign her will. After I'd done all that and hurried home, I got to water-walking only to find out that the useless substitute was teaching the class.

This morning, I found out that the VA didn't correctly change the number, but they called Bosstopus at home last night with an appointment reminder instead of calling the veteran's nursing home.

I think I shall schedule a nervous breakdown for tomorrow.

Halloween Houses!

Flannel Jammies made a wonderful find at the craft store last week--Halloween gingerbread house kits. She bought two, and I put them together last night. In addition to the gumdrops and candy corn that came with the house, I had picked up Peeps ghosts, candy bats and candy skulls & bones, plus orange and black striped icing and green and black striped icing. I found the Peeps, bats and icing at the craft store, and deliberately went looking for the skull & bones candy because JenJen had sent me some in a recent decant package.

The Awesome Nacho and SuperDoughnut were spending the weekend with Mom and Dad, so this morning I went out to see the boys and decorate the houses. Plaid Jammies was in one of his worst scary-bear moods. I don't know what was wrong with him, but he was one big crankypants all morning. The four of us just ignored him, and the boys and I got to work.

Every year, they get better and more creative. This year, they built fences, put ghosts and bats on the ceilings, and just were very creative. They each ate a Peep and a bunch of candy, but the funniest thing was the black drizzle icing that came in the kits. After the boys had splorped it in various places on the house, both of them licked their fingers, which resulted in two very black mouths and tongues and lots of grey teeth!

Here are the adorable results:

Rollercoaster time

From being miserable yesterday to being irritated this morning when the instructor left early instead of doing the water-walking class to being overwhelmed with tears and gratitude, it's been an interesting 72 hours.

My ninjas got together and sent me the urn for Littlefoot's ashes, a mug with Little Miss on it, another Kogimug, and a gift card for $300.

Thank you, Kogi, JenJen, Katestamps, Lpakosh, TD, Courtney, Nursekins, Lycanthrope, opticnerd (aka Squishy), tempete, Hlinspalda, Sistinas, Tarak, Yvaine, Jilly, Emsuzanne, Morphmouse, Penemuel, copyshopclerk, Rachel, Queenie, Clever_Girl, Mamacat, seadragon, DolphinDolls, Owls, CLA, pugmom, Vampkat, Girlygirl, BevC, seaotter, clowder, HL, Coleva and anyone I missed. I don't deserve you, but I'm lucky to have you in my life.

Blue Jammies

Everyone knows that job-hunting sucks. I won't belabor that point.



But on a morning when the BigBoss at the office which kicked you and 149 other people to the curb sends EVERYONE an e-mail lauding one kickee for having a job specially created for her at a major medical center, wherein she will be meeting the president and many other VIPs, it just sucks to get a "Thanks but no thanks" e-mail less than 24 hours after you applied for a job.



I hate everything right now.

Thing 1 and Thing 2

I shall take a leaf from Sherri's book and say that I am knitting multiple Things right now. Thing 1 is for me, and it is on the back burner until after the holidays. Things 2 and 3 are gifts which are started but have been interrupted so I can start Thing 4, which is a Very Important Present for someone who needs some extra love right now.

Having access to television shows on the interwebbinets is doing wonders for my knitting time. I'm progressing all over the place. In fact, Thing 2 is ¾ done, and I am confident that it will be done by Yuletide. I've also watched almost all of season 6 of Project Runway.

On Sunday, I will have at least two hours of knitting time, as Mom and I are driving to Pittsburgh to take my great-aunt out to lunch to celebrate her 88th birthday. I will volunteer to drive one way so Mom can knit, and she can drive the other way.

In the "I have to laugh so I don't cry" files, when I got home tonight, the bill from the vet was in my mailbox. I took a deep breath and opened it, only to find that they'd charged the euthanasia & cremation to Little Miss.

I called the vet's office, and fortunately, the staff smartass answered the phone. I said, "Hi, it's Jammies, and I got the bill for the E&D. Unfortunately, you put it on Little Miss's chart. She's over there eating her dinner, and she's the liveliest damn dead dog I've ever seen!"

Little Miss is very interested in my knitting--in fact, last night I caught her noshing on the length of yarn I was about to use. Please note that all knitted items will be washed before gifting so there is no dog slobber included (unless you feel that adds to the value--drop me a line and I'll leave your Thing unwashed).

Okay, time to knit!

God is an iron

"If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron." Spider Robinson, God is an Iron, 1977.

On Sunday, as I was taking Little Miss out to Mom and Dad's for dinner and a visit and to pick up Littlefoot's ashes, Kogi was working on Littlefoot's urn. When she got home from work, her own dog was in so much pain from spinal arthritis that she had to have him put down. This is the darling old boy who'd been with her for sixteen years, and who had even provided her screenname.

Farewell, little Kogipup. You gave love out of proportion to your size for a lot of years, and words can't express how much you will be missed.

Thank you all

for all of the support and love I've gotten, especially in the last ten days. Mom is still confused by the thought that anyone would send a sympathy card (a real one? in the mail? with a stamp?) for the loss of a dog, but I love you all for the cards and the comments here, and the e-mails and PMs.

Thank you so much.