tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324141512024-03-14T03:06:46.991-05:00Tales and Adventures of Suvvy LandSuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.comBlogger204125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-61076405802504944952010-05-21T14:01:00.002-05:002010-05-21T14:11:26.768-05:00The Day I Felt Like JesusI completely forgot that I have not posted about the day I felt like Jesus. I started the post many times but evidently never published it. That’s what happens when the hamster that runs on the little wheel that operates my brain eats too much junk food. So I shall now regale you with the story of my very first surgery.<br /><br />So clearly I have never ever had surgery in my entire life, which means I’ve never been put under anesthetic. The closest I have come to that was the epidural I got while in labor with Lily and so that doesn’t really count. Over quite a few months I kept getting these horrid stomach aches, especially at night. At first they weren’t bad and just felt like I was recovering from someone punching me in the stomach. But over time they got really, really bad where I would be up all night in pain. Finally after two episodes of this in a week I broke down and went to the doctor. <br /><br />Due to the location of the pain and the tenderness she sent me off for an ultrasound of my liver and gall bladder. Now I am as ultrasound illiterate as they come. I look at ultrasounds from when I was pregnant and still can’t understand that it looks like a baby. But even I could see that there were spots that didn’t belong in what supposedly was my gall bladder. The ultrasound technician called my doctor and told her I had at minimum 4 rather large stones which dun, dun, dun means surgery. So alas I make yet another appointment with yet another doctor, this time a surgeon. A very tall surgeon that made me think of the jolly green giant in his scrubs. He was very nice and explained what a simple procedure it would be to remove my gall bladder, various side effects and scheduled my surgery for Feb. 24. <br /><br />The morning of Feb. 24 I get up at the buttcrack of dawn and went to the hospital. Of course by this time it’s sunk in that I’m going to have surgery and I’m already dreading things and thinking of what if’s. By the time they get me checked in I of course am in a calm state of paranoia. To the untrained eye I look cool as a cucumber but anyone with telepathic ability would see otherwise. What if they give me too much anesthetic and I die, what if I’m awake during surgery and they don’t know it, what if it takes more than one try to get that damned IV in my arm. The latter was my biggest concern. My fear of needles has mostly subsided over the years but I hate and I repeat HATE IV’s. <br /><br />After I got into my little drafty gown that really serves no purpose as it’s mainly see through and lie back down on the gurney, the nurse comes over to get my IV set up. Thankfully she was a wonderfuly experienced nurse who got it on the first try and I hardly felt a thing. I also was rather proud of my Zen like skills at keeping my heart rate normal and not stroking out. Once my IV is in she leaves me alone for a bit to go let my Mom come back with me and semi closes the curtain around my bed. I can still see people going in and out of the OR and am very pleased to see a very cute male nurse go by. I mumbled something about him being cute and could be my nurse anytime, and then to my utter horror I realize he along with another nurse are standing just outside my curtain looking at my chart. Needless to say I was as red as a tomato when they all opened my curtain with my Mom following. I then find it necessary to tell her what I had mumbled out loud while they were still standing there. Mind you this is all before they give me any drugs so the only excuse I have is I was a bit anxious and get rather stupid when I’m close to having an anxiety attack. <br /><br />Well as the cute assistant nurse and his boss start going over with me all of the proceedings along with the anesthesiologist my nice nurse that did my IV gives me this amazing little pre knock out drug to loosen me up a bit. And boy did it ever! Not sure how many of you ever watch Bill Engvall but I started quoting his latest piece about when he goes in for his colonoscopy. “Why thank you bartender I’ll have a double” and many more little witty things that had everyone around me laughing either because they were really funny or because I was a certifiable loon at that point in time. <br /><br />As I am babbling away they take me for the nice swift ride twenty feet into the OR. Once in there they don’t even bother trying to ask me to move over to the operating table on my own, they just lift/push me onto it. They then proceed to tell me to put my arms straight out to my sides and straighten my legs, then they strap me down. I’m glad I was doped up otherwise this would have felt a bit alarming to me. As they continue to fasten me to the table I look up and it being a Catholic hospital (I’m not catholic by the way) I see a crucifix up on the wall. I hear someone mumble that they are injecting the anesthetic and the last thing I remember saying is “I feel like Jesus”.<br /><br />I groggily wake up after surgery and they get me settled into my own room and I’m not appreciating the happy drugs going out of my system and no one would give me another round. The doctor came in and explained to me that he was very happy that I had my surgery when I did. Evidently my gall bladder was in very sad shape and was chalked full of gall stones. He was actually amazed it hadn’t ruptured yet. I spent the night in the hospital in a Percocet induced haze and toddled off home the next day. <br /><br />Makes me wonder what it would be like to be a fly on the wall in the OR.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-13609317448639807252010-05-11T11:48:00.000-05:002010-05-11T11:49:18.139-05:00Lesson LearnedIt is honestly amazing I don’t wind up in the ER more than I do. This weekend I decided to do some gardening in an attempt to make my flower beds more presentable. In short they were scary overgrown things last year and I would really like to have them be something I want people to see. <br /><br />Well as I was pushing my yard waste container from one side of my flower bed to the other I wasn’t paying attention (I was noticing that Lily broke my little squirrel statue) and hit a bump in the lawn which in turn caused my yard container (ok yes it’s a trash can) to fall over towards me and since I was pushing this caused me to fall head first into it. As it hit the ground with me inside there was a very loud “son of a bitch” that came out of it. I crawled out of it as quickly as my bruised body and pride would let me to see that thankfully no one was around to witness this and put it on YouTube. My neighbor lady was out clipping her lilac bush but seemed like she hadn’t seen anything. I have bumps, bruises and scrapes all over me from this little expedition I went on. Sunday at pool my other friends were tired and sore from things like softball practice and binge drinking…I was the one who was sore from falling in her garbage can. Sigh. Only me.<br /><br />On a good note though I have one flower bed looking great and only two more to do. Granted they are enormous flower beds but there are only two of them. I have also learned the lesson to pull the yard waste container, don’t push…unless I am going downhill then its okay to push it otherwise it tries to run me over.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-43727840169112487262010-04-23T10:11:00.001-05:002010-04-23T10:13:15.958-05:00Cha Cha Chia!Today I shall take a detour off my beaten path of writing about everyone’s relationships. It’s exhausting, and while there are more things that I could write about them I’m not going to. Today is going to be more light hearted, because damnit something has to be!<br /><br />Walking down the hallway at work this morning I snorted. Not because a bug flew up my nose or the bathroom smelled like something died, but because that was the best way I could suppress my laughter. Standing at the clerk’s office was a couple trying to get their marriage license. As I took them in I noticed that the girl while a bit frumpy still just looked like your average girl. The man however was deceiving. Starting at his shoes he looked like every other joe somebody tennis shoes, slightly tattered khaki shorts with a baseball t shirt on…then I got to his head. Not only did he have on birth control glasses but the man had an afro! A white man’s afro that looked as though things could be and probably were hiding in it. <br /><br /> I felt so sorry for the poor girl he has duped into marrying him. On her wedding day she will I’m sure look splendid standing next to her very own chia pet. But there is the hope for her that a few years down the road when he has lost all of his hair she can make their children roll with laughter at how their father looked once upon a time. <br /><br />For the life of me I can’t understand some people’s fashion sense, and I use that term very lightly. I don’t even understand mine when I look back on pictures. Although I can say in my defense as a child the fashion sense was my mothers and not mine. There are pictures out there I would just love to forget about, for example there is one of me when I am around 10 or 11 in my little Tae Kwon Do uniform with my permed hair piled high on my head sporting a pair of gigantic glasses on my face. I deemed that day as cruel and unusual punishment. <br /><br />So what about you all is there a fashion period in your life you wonder what drugs you were on at the time?<br /><br />If I ever find it and get the nerve I shall post my picture to brighten all of your days.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-21807444308535449432010-04-13T11:35:00.001-05:002010-04-13T11:35:18.189-05:00Still AliveI am still alive; I just have not had much to post on. I have but I haven’t, or at least haven’t been able to put it into words suitable worth reading. The biggest goings on the last couple of months has been friends breaking up. <br /><br />Travis and Megan finally called it quits and attempted to stay friends. But of course that hasn’t worked out so well now they don’t’ really talk. In the beginning Travis had a really hard time with it which was really opposite than what I thought would happen, but he snapped out of it. Megan had a new boyfriend within not even a week and they are now pretty much living together. He’s a nice enough guy, but I have to snicker because about 5 years ago he tried to take my friend Tits home and couldn’t get it up for a one night stand. Also Megan is the first white woman I’ve seen him date ever. It’s interesting but she seems happy and more of the Megan I liked to begin with. Travis is doing well and has decided to go back to college and finish getting his mechanic license. Of course this means he will be moving away which is sad, but it will be good for him.<br /><br />Jimmy and Lisa are finally done too. After their constant breaking up and getting back together a failed marriage proposal did them in. Originally they were just planning on living together (bad idea) but then before they even started looking for a place he asked her to marry him. It wasn’t that she said no, but it ended because she didn’t like the size of the ring. It was nasty. At first I understood what she was saying about it…it was the meaning behind it all blah blah blah. But then I got his side and well she was being a materialistic bitch. Yes she is one of my best friends, but I have been against this relationship for about 4 months now. About the time they both started telling me they were only staying with each other because they didn’t want to be lonely. And I lost a lot of respect for both of them being willing to try living together without even considering the 3 kids they have between them. Especially Lisa’s little boy who is 3 and has never accepted Jimmy since he came along. Especially when they both admit they’re not in love. It’s weak and stupid. I was fully expecting them to even work this last marriage proposal thing out, but it was evidently the straw that broke Jimmy’s back finally. I am so glad for it. And sadly enough it has made a difference in Lisa and I’s friendship. She’s started in with the being depressed and the world always shits on me crap. Evidently last Monday she went to his apartment to try to get him back and started in with the “I should just go home and shoot myself” lines. Really?! You need help loading the gun? That is just a stupid cry for attention and being pissed off you’re not the center of the universe. She was doing much better the rest of the week and doesn’t know I know about that, but if she pulls that crap again I’m calling protective services on her. Her son needs a mother who will take care of him and put him first and not bitch 24-7 about it. I have no use for people that behave that way. I understand getting depressed or upset once in a while with a life changing event, but not to that extreme. You can’t wait around for someone else to make your life worth while. That’s your job to do. <br /><br />We haven’t had pool since they split up and this weekend will be the first time I’ll have to deal with it. I don’t want her there because she is not welcomed or liked by much of anyone. She has been tolerated this last year because of Jimmy and I. It’s going to do her no good to be around it. I told her that we can start doing things together on a different night of the week at new places. She is still my friend and I won’t give up on her, but I am refusing to play into her stupid little mindset. The way she gets is why we didn’t speak for about 3 years when we were younger. I’m just glad there will be beer and other people around on Sunday, because I’m sure I will be loony by the time the night is over. <br /><br />More updates will come later, for now I suppose I should work.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-21980895616455746602010-01-29T13:47:00.001-06:002010-01-29T13:47:13.561-06:00Wow it’s been almost a month since I last posted. What to post about. There’s been things going on then there hasn’t, I hate sorting through the rubbish that is my life and figuring out what is blogworthy. <br /><br />For starters the strip club on the 30th was a freaking blast!! Get the right amount of alcohol in me and surround me with some of my favorite people in the world and it’s awesome. The strippers were all super nice too. I got to meet all of them since my friend Travis knows a lot of them from back in high school. Now there used to be a time where I was mucho intimidated by other women, especially ones that look a lot better than I do. But then I got over myself and decided to look at what everyone else does. I can appreciate someone else’s beauty, man or woman. I was partnered up with my guy friend Tyler to go up and sit next to the stage for lap dances. He’s a bit shy but one of the most fun people to be around. He’s a lot like I am so we sat there and felt a wee bit uncomfortable at first and blushed together. And I bought lap dances for him, Jimmy and a couple of our other friends. Jimmy had kind of a crappy night that night and needed some cheering up. He was in a good enough mood by the end of the night we all went back to his place and continued the party. My poor body can’t handle staying up until the wee hours of the morning like that though and I’ve had a few of them lately. We all wind up somewhere after the bars close and lose track of time talking, drinking and playing video games. January is such a busy month with all of the birthdays and other goings on. But it’s been a blast.<br /><br />Our new pool session started at the beginning of this month too and I have finally found my mojo again. Last session I couldn’t shoot to save my life but now the last two weekends in a row I have been awesome! I have won the night for us both weekends, and it’s such an awesome feeling. My parents have gotten all moved back from New Mexico and are back in pool again. My step dad is on my team and mom is on her old one. It’s great having them back.<br /><br />I have also been working on losing weight and exercising. It feels so good to be doing it all on a regular basis again. I’ve also been practicing up on my martial arts. There aren’t any martial arts schools around here that I deem worthy to attend so I’m just working on it on my own. I want to get back to that point where I open my own school. It’s been a dream of mine for years and it’s time to start chasing it again. But I have a lot of work to do before that can happen and I really need to find someone willing and qualified to help me train. The places around here are all in it for the money and not as an art form. I’m very traditional and these places just don’t cut it. I do not like a place where you can walk in and buy your belts. It’s not meant to work that way. <br /><br />Anyhow, it’s Friday afternoon and I get to leave work early today. So I shall update more soon. Everybody have a great weekend!!SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-12967848814397443292009-12-30T13:26:00.001-06:002009-12-30T13:26:39.807-06:00Did everyone have a good Christmas? Mine was good, the kids made out like bandits and so did I. I got a pair of sterling silver earrings, Mario and Sonic Winter Olympics for the Wii, Disney Wheel of Fortune board game and Lindt Milk Chocolate Truffles. I made fudge and ham and all sorts of good stuff to eat. And I must say I think I did a pretty good job of not over doing it. I have lost about 5 pounds when I went to the doctor a couple weeks ago. Yay me!! Anyway all in all Santa was good to everyone. We even got another 4 inches of snow on top of the 3 that was still there from the last snow storm. Monday was the first day I had left the house since Christmas Eve. <br /><br />I am so happy that it’s a short week this week too, but it’s a busy one. Went out for Travis birthday last night with him and his girlfriend Megan. We played pool for a bit then went home. Supposed to go out with him and some other people again tonight for what he considers the “real celebration” at the new strip club since Meg has to work. They are one of those couples that don’t have a lot of fun when they are out together. They’ve been having issues for quite some time that I’ve mentioned on here and the issues are still there. They did fairly well last night though so that was nice, I think it was partly that way since I showed up. I acted kind of like a buffer or sensor so they had to behave. I’m looking forward to going out tonight but I still have to work tomorrow morning so I don’t know how much wild and crazy I will be up for. Plus I don’t want to spend New Years Eve with a hangover. It’s New Years Day that you’re supposed to be hung-over. So far somehow our house is becoming the place to be. Lisa and I discussed what we wanted to do for New Years. A couple of weeks ago we were agreed on going out (I haven’t ever been out on New Years since I’ve turned 21) but it has now morphed to hanging out at our house playing games and such. Which I’m fine with this since it’s cheaper and I don’t’ have to worry about how I’m getting home. But originally it was just supposed to be Lisa, Jimmy, Bart (Tim’s best friend), Tim and myself. But I guess Jimmy might invite a couple more people and another couple that Tim and I are friends with might be coming over too. I think it’s going to be a wee bit hectic but fun! <br /><br />Then the next thing is the new pool session starts up again this Sunday, but at least now I’ll be watching myself a bit more since my parents are all moved back and joining my team. Somehow you just can’t drink a lot when your parents are around, especially since my Step Dad used to be an alcoholic (back before he ever met Mom). And then Tuesday the 5th is my birthday. I will be 26 years old; I will officially be closer to 30 than 20. Granted it’s not old, but in some ways it feels old. Still not sure where this last decade has gone and when I went from playing house to owning a house. But I am looking forward to a good day and hoping to get friends to go out for karaoke. Granted I will not be singing but I love watching my friends. Jimmy is a lot of fun to go with and he has a good voice. Granted if I have enough to drink I’ll (pretend) to sing with someone. But I do have to work the next day so there won’t be too many shenanigans that night; I think there’s enough this week to last me anyways.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-92177496095776250512009-12-24T10:36:00.001-06:002009-12-24T10:36:55.494-06:00Merry Christmas!!SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-31516414653271994942009-12-15T16:07:00.001-06:002009-12-15T16:07:38.660-06:00Heat wave, tropical heat wave! We here in central Nebraska have hit a weekly high of 12 degrees! Holy crap on a cracker it has been cold! I know I’ve said I’ve always wanted to see Alaska but I meant actually go there, not just feel the ungodly temperatures. We had a really good 2.5 day snowstorm starting in the wee hours of early morning last Tuesday. We got about 12 inches of snow and none of it is melting yet. Guess we get a white Christmas after all. I actually have quite enjoyed how pretty everything looks and have been kind of happy it snowed; but then I have to get out and drive somewhere and that cures me of that warm fuzzy feeling for a while. It is some unwritten rule that everyone who has a driver’s license has to completely lose their minds and drive like complete shit. But at least I have my paths of least resistance worn into the ice and get to and from everywhere with minimal problems. <br /><br />I am also thanking my lucky stars (yes I actually have them, they may not be as bright as other peoples but dammit they are there) that I am not my parents. They got into town the other night with their gigantic U-haul and have the joy of driving it to and from a storage unit they rented to unload it. I’ve never heard of anyone move they way they have been doing, but it has been entertaining to hear the tale. And since I have to work I don’t have to help!! That’s the best part yet. I don’t like moving never have and I especially don’t like moving with anyone I’m related to. Give me a whole bunch of strangers and I’m fine. But make me move with my family and I’m just ready to strap everything to my back like a little pack mule and move it all myself even if it means I have to throw my back out doing so. <br /><br />I still have my reservations about the parents being back though. See a year and a half ago they decided to move for my Mom’s work down to New Mexico. So we moved from the little town we lived in 20 miles away to their house here. Then between my Mom and Grandmother they came up with the idea to start fixing up our little house down there that we still own so they could get it the way they want it and use it to stay in when they come to visit. And I’m sure many of you remember the ranting and raving in posts back when they were fixing it up. But lo and behold the job thing didn’t work out (the phrase “I told you so comes to mind”) and now my Mom and Step Dad are living in our old house and we are still in theirs. This will not bother me as soon as we “officially” buy their house here. So far the popping by with only a moments notice has begun and I’m sure there are other annoyances that will ensue as well. I will admit we are not always the best house keepers, but I think for a couple with 3 kids we do a pretty decent job. But our idea of decent and my mother’s usually wind up having two different definitions. That of course means “hello stress and high blood pressure”! So either I’m going to turn into an OCD cleaning machine or I will have a massive coronary and drop dust bunnies on her from up above. But I do suppose it is kind of nice having them back, they are my parents after all and I suppose I still have to love them :PSuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-53449981840703368042009-12-04T13:25:00.000-06:002009-12-04T13:26:12.802-06:00The Winds of Change are BlowingWell tomorrow I say goodbye to my friend Tabitha, she’s found a good job and has to move for it. I’ve known her for a couple of years now but we’ve really only become pretty good friends over the past 9 months or so. There used to be a time where I really didn’t like her. But with her employment issues over the last 9 months she’s been humbled just a bit and I’ve gotten to know her. She is still not everyone’s cup of tea but she’s a heck of a lot of fun. Granted I won’t be in so many drunken stupors now that she’s gone but there are a lot of us that will miss her. <br /><br />I’ve had friends that have moved away all my life but it gets harder to see them go as you get older. I think it’s because you’re more aware of how much things change. Tomorrow morning a bunch of us from pool are going over to help her get the U-Haul loaded and say goodbye. Tomorrow many of us will come to the undeniable realization that things are forever changed. The life of the party won’t be there anymore, one of my best pool players will be gone and a good friend will be gone. But we’ll all adjust and we will go on. I’m hoping to keep in touch with her though. We already annoy each other on facebook and I told her that she gives us all a good excuse to road trip.<br /><br />It’s an ending of an era and a turning of a page. And I think it’s about time that the drinking yourself silly while playing ridiculous amounts of pool era should end for me. I’ll go back and visit it every now and then of course, but for the most part it will be over. And I’m okay with that. We all go through that party with your friends phase and now I’ve done mine. Maybe now I won’t feel so guilty for being out instead of at home with the family…I’ll actually be there at home. And I’m sure my body and my money will thank me too! :PSuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-24776583558656673922009-12-02T16:21:00.007-06:002009-12-02T16:28:25.913-06:00I am in a good mood today. Not sure what brought it on, but it’s really nice. Thanksgiving went well and I only burnt myself twice (yes sadly enough that is a good thing). Our 21.5lb turkey turned out great and I was actually organized and had everything else ready to go once the turkey was done. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/Sxbozf1p_MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WtPpted9Vic/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410767973749750978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/Sxbozf1p_MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WtPpted9Vic/s200/turkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Lily, Isaiah and I left Friday to go see my Grandma and give Tim a night to himself. Unfortunately for him he caught a cold and was in bed by 9pm. The visit with my Grandma was nice and I know the kids enjoyed it. But by Saturday Lily was ready to be home, especially after she came down from her little caffeine high she had been on. Since Grandma and I were having coffee the kids thought they had to have some too. Of course there’s was more milk than coffee but it was still enough to make a difference to a 2 and 8 year old body.<br /><br />When we got home I found out Tim and TJ were nice enough to pick up the book I had on order from the bookstore. I finally get to finish my Kay Scarpetta novels by Patricia Cornwell. Not normally what I read but I started reading the series since my Step Dad had left all the books and now I have to finish it. As the series goes on though, I like them more and more.<br /><br />Sunday was my friend Tabitha’s last night at pool. She found herself a place to live and will be leaving in her U-Haul this Saturday for her new home and job. We didn’t do as hot at pool as we could have but we all drank and had a good time. I even got a cute picture taken of me that I even like. See….<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/Sxbo9dvE3qI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hRscM13LzaM/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410768144983973538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/Sxbo9dvE3qI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hRscM13LzaM/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Monday I saw my Dad for a whole 20 minutes while he was here for court due to my Step Brother and his wife. It was rather interesting because Jimmy stopped by my office to say hi and got to meet Dad. I’ll be interested to get his take…especially since Jimmy is my Step Dad’s best friend and has heard plenty about Dad. Even though I didn’t see him much I did get a call from Dad later in the night that was pretty much same old crap just another day. I think he has lost it. Some of it made sense and then he’d divert. It was like listening to a psychopathic Rose from the Golden Girls. I love my Dad but he needs to get his act together, there’s so much he’s allowed himself to miss out on.<br /><br />Monday also brought on me deciding to go to the doctor finally. My blood sugar has been acting funny for a while and there are days I just haven’t felt good. The doctor basically just said that I’m not where she would diagnose me as being diabetic and thinks losing weight will do the trick to help me feel better. So I am now on a diet and trying to get into the habit of working out again. If I could get some more alone time it would work great. I don’t like working out in front of the family or anyone else for that fact…unless of course I’m already in good shape and look good.<br /><br />Along with this I think it’s time to color my hair again, just undecided what color. It’s either going to be somewhere in the brown or red group since my hair is naturally dark brown. I don’t do black or blonde. Anyone have any suggestions for colors you like? </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><em><span style="color:#009900;">And for good measure here is Lily helping with</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#009900;">the Christmas decorations:</span></em></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SxbpST7CjaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vRtgnElKzLg/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410768503127051682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SxbpST7CjaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vRtgnElKzLg/s320/xmas2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SxbpST7CjaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vRtgnElKzLg/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SxbpST7CjaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vRtgnElKzLg/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SxbpST7CjaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vRtgnElKzLg/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"></a> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Hi Everybody!!</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div>SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-10038023380039290082009-11-24T11:37:00.003-06:002009-11-24T11:39:49.028-06:00Only one more work day this week!! I’m very excited for Turkey Day and my 4 day weekend to get here. I have an enormous Turkey that Tim picked out to cook. The largest turkey I’ve cooked so far has been 12 lbs, this one is 21.5lbs!! It is huge! At first Tim didn’t believe me when I told him I wanted to start thawing it last night. Then he read the packaging and figured it was a good idea. I’m making turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, cheesy broccoli, mashed potatoes, gravy, jellied cranberry sauce (the canned kind :P), apple pie and pumpkin pie. I’m going to be busier than a one armed paper hanger. Tim only gets Thursday off so we are staying home for actual Thanksgiving then Isaiah, Lily and I are headed to my Grandma’s on Friday for a visit. I thought it was time for us to visit her in her natural habitat instead of her coming here. She will be the sweet loving grandma I know and love instead of the cranky travelling gnome she turns into when she’s here. I think Tim will be happy to have a night to have to himself to relax, go out with friends, whatever he happens to do.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SwwZ47c4uJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AJQB0KyyTAM/s1600/turkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407725718387341458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SwwZ47c4uJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AJQB0KyyTAM/s400/turkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In other news I saw New Moon on Sunday with Lisa. The first movie I thought was a bit (ok a lot) cheesy but I still liked it but I was somewhat disappointed with this second one. The cheesiness was stepped up a notch (if that was even possible) and just seemed very awkward in places. I like the story line although I cannot stand Bella! The girl drives me insane! Why Stephanie Meyer decided to make the most irritating, daftly stupid leading character is beyond me. I seriously think the woman gets hate mail because of Bella. At one point I leaned over and asked Lisa “Exactly what about her is supposed to be so loveable?” According to Lisa and others I’ve talked to that have actually read the books Bella isn’t any better in them either. It also doesn’t’ help I don’t like Kristen Stewart. But what the movie lacks it definitely tries to make up for with the yummy shirtless Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner). Now I’m with Steph on this that yes he’s young but the boy is gorgeous…especially after he cuts his hair. Although I do have a hard time getting past him being Sharkboy from the movie Sharkboy and Lava Girl, I also have issues getting past Robert Pattinson being Cedric Digory in Harry Potter.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SwwZ9JyKmXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bzWc4bqB27g/s1600/new_moon_jacob_black_poster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407725790954166642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SwwZ9JyKmXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bzWc4bqB27g/s400/new_moon_jacob_black_poster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I have decided that it is a must that I read this series though. I can’t quite sink my teeth into loving Edward; I am more of a team Jacob person. To me Jacob seems like the better, hunkier choice in the movie. But everyone keeps telling me I will just fall in love with Edward once I read the books. I will still feel bad for Jacob though. Stupid little twit Bella just toys with his poor heart and I don’t think that it’s right. So I guess that’s one thing that’s on my Christmas list this year is this series. I know I could just check them out at the library or something but I enjoy owning books. Now we’ll just see if I get them and if so how long it will take me to read them. So many books, so little time *sigh*<br /><br />Well peoples I’m off to lunch hope you all have Happy Thanksgivings and great weekends!! Toodles!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-28726626969198070192009-11-20T09:48:00.002-06:002009-11-20T09:50:35.489-06:00<div><div>In lieu of all the chatter and goings on with the Twilight series I thought I would introduce you to another series of vampires that I enjoy…The Vampire Diaries. This is a book series I read back in high school when I went through vampire novels like water. I enjoyed it since it was about a high school girl who is torn between two vampire brothers and all that good stuff. To my surprise the TV network The CW has made a series based on these books. Now they are not really high quality but they definitely quench your thirst for sexy vampires. At first I wasn’t sure how well I would like the TV show because none of the actors fit my images I had in my mind on how the characters look. But as the show has gone on I’ve realized I have forgotten more of the books than I remember and I’ve really enjoyed it. I think the actors do a great job and the ones that play the vampire brothers Stefan and Damon make it all worth while (especially when they don’t have shirts on).<br /><br />Who knows what the absolute alluring quality is of vampires. Maybe it’s that they are immortal, human, emotional, strong and all the other stuff rolled into one amazing individual. Whatever it is has always had me hooked and now I have to go dig through my moving boxes to find my Vampire Diaries set and re read it. Also much to my surprise LJ Smith has added 3 new books to this series recently that focus on Damon (yay!). </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406213646020727362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/Swa6qu7vUkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IfkrlGaT-04/s320/vampire+diaries.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-706758222904607242009-11-19T09:14:00.001-06:002009-11-19T09:14:56.242-06:00There has been some other interesting goings on over this past week. As I’ve mentioned before my Dad and I haven’t really been on speaking terms for about a year. Every time I have tried to break the silence first it has not gone well. But oddly enough I actually heard from him last week. My step brother Toby and his dysfunctional life were having issues again and Dad was checking to see if Toby could stay with us until he found his own place. Long story short the psycho woman Toby is married to went ape shit on him and smucked him with a curling iron, busted him in the lips and the nuts etc. etc. Not a healthy situation and with Toby being on probation he needs to get out. Toby wound up moving back to the town where his Grandparents live at the urging of his probation officer. But throughout this my Dad and I have had several decent conversations. He hasn’t been pissed off at me or anyone in my general direction. He’s sounded more like Dad. I spoke with him again for a bit over my lunch hour today and he called me Munchkin, which is something I haven’t heard in a very long time. That’s what he called me ever since I was little. I haven’t heard it a whole lot in the last ten years since the divorce. It was nice, and once again showed me that at least a glimmer of the man I once knew is still there. <br /><br />Now I’m sure that there are going to be more angry moments/messages I’m going to get from him. But I’m getting better at moving past them and have a firm stance that he has to be the one to make the next step to communicate again. In a lot of ways I understand his hurt/anger/bitterness but he’s not allowing himself to try to heal. <br /><br />I had to leave this post half way yesterday since I got busy at work. Since then I’ve talked to my Dad and I’m very tired. It was a rather bizarre conversation. He rehashed all the crap that he thinks I have done to him over the years and why he’s been angry with me etc. etc. then in the next breath would say that it was okay though because he being angry is just how he deals with stuff. Then he’d get back on another tangent about other things he remembered that upset him.<br /><br />My father thinks that I sold out because I lived with Mom when they got divorced and because I still choose to have contact with my Mom and her side of the family along with my Step Dad. He brought up all of the things I’ve accused him of doing and saying and gets pissed off because I can’t remember the bad stuff my Mom has done.<br /><br />Just for one day if he could live inside my head he would understand. He remembers things quite a bit differently than I do, than a lot of people do. One thing that he’s dwelled on is that I accused him of calling me a whore. Well that’s not far off. <br /><br />About 3 months after Mom and I moved out Mom asked Dad if he would help install a teen line for my room in our new place. He was still being semi normal then and she thought him and I could do it together. Well this was shortly after fathers day and instead of staying in my room and the outside of the house doing the work he started snooping through my Mom’s room. By this time her and Stan (my now step dad) had openly started dating. I wasn’t crazy about this factor but I thought Stan was a nice guy and liked him. Dad found a card I had given Stan on father’s day and lost it. Now it wasn’t an actual father’s day card it was a hey you’re here and I accept that. Not much thought went into it other than I felt bad that Stan wasn’t going to get anything from his daughter for father’s day so I picked up a .99 cent card for him. I also spent a lot of time picking out the one for my Dad and gave it to him. Well after finding the card Dad left then came back a short time later with my cat and threw her at me and basically just threw a big fit and told me “You’re going to be a whore just like your Mother”. Then left.<br /><br />I was 15 at the time and had always believed my parents had a great marriage until I found out about Stan and all the problems they had came to a head. And having my own Dad say something like that was worse to me than anything. I understood the card thing upset him but he wasn’t ever supposed to see Stan’s card. It was tucked away in the bottom of a dresser drawer and Dad never should have been snooping. <br /><br />I also have a very long list of things in my mind that I remember that my Mom has done. But at that time and even now it does absolutely no good to list them. Why dwell on stuff that’s happened and cannot change? <br /><br />And I will admit that I did make a lot of self centered decisions back then. But in my eyes both of my parents had lost their minds and were no longer the people I knew or necessarily trusted. I did what I thought would be best for me. Most of my decisions revolved around being able to be with my friends. And a lot of my decisions did come back to bite me in the ass. But life doesn’t come with a how to manual, you take a stab at something it doesn’t work you learn and you move on. <br /><br />My Dad has it in his mind that he didn’t go that far off the deep end when the divorce happened. But I saw it; I saw what our home looked like after he took a sledge hammer to it inside. I still have my great, great grandmother’s china hutch that bears the marks from it. I heard what he had to say first hand about Mom and Stan and my Grandma. I heard from others what he had to say. I heard the phone calls he’d make to me in the middle of the night ranting and raving. <br /><br />Also along with my self centered decisions I made a lot of others that I thought would make everyone happy and they always blew up in my face. My world changed just as much as anyone else’s during that whole stupid mess and I tried to deal with the bumpy pot hole filled road as best I could. I didn’t always do the best job with it but neither did they. And I sure as hell never did anything to intentionally hurt either one of them. I never sold my Dad down the river as he put it. <br /><br />He had every right to be hurt and angry about the divorce and things that happened. I understand, but to still be the way he is 10 years later just doesn’t cut it for me. The man that raised me was a better man than he is being now, than he has been. In ways I am mad at him for not trying to come out of this place he’s in. And maybe it’s unfair towards him to feel that way. Everyone has a right to feel the way they do, but I guess I just don’t feel that gives them the right to constantly remind people and yell at them and all that crap. I wasn’t always angry with him about how he is, for a long time I’ve tried to be patient thinking eventually he will start to heal. But after going through this for ten years my patience is not what it used to be. Especially now that I have my own family to think of. Especially now that my daughter doesn’t get the chance to know the man that raised me, because that man isn’t ever coming back. But I will deal with it. I will try just as hard to accept that fact and let him be who he is. I may not like it but I cannot change it. I will be the person I was raised to be.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-40484168276302359582009-11-18T09:48:00.001-06:002009-11-18T09:48:23.866-06:00So I really should be tackling this ginormous amount of filing I have on my desk, but I do not like filing and would rather be writing for all of you! I think I have finally found that way back to being me. I haven’t cried for no apparent reason for over a week now, so doing good.<br /><br />And also my duties as love guru have started back up. The couples that are still together are back to their same old disagreements a few aren’t together anymore, but still need me :P My universe is back in balance. I guess horrible luck is what I get for bitching about being appointed as the love guru.<br /><br />I’m also very proud that I made it through the weekend without any tequila shots…thank God! Friday night I slipped out to a local tavern where my friend Nick and two of his other band mates were doing an unplugged show. The band technically doesn’t exist anymore since as most bands do it imploded for some reason. I blame it on the fact that the main focus of the band was Nick and his two older brothers. The never agreed on anything and add alcohol into the mixture it’s bound to spell disaster. But I had to admit I rather enjoyed their unplugged show. It was Nick his oldest brother Scott (the know it all) and their keyboard player Gary. I had not had a chance to hear Gary play yet, but the man is awesome. He is a Vietnam veteran and can play like there is no tomorrow and has a wonderful voice too. I stayed long enough to hear one set and have a drink with Nick when they took a break. I haven’t seen much of him since he’d started dating his girlfriend Jade, so it was time to catch up a bit. Unfortunately he and Jade broke up yesterday. I guess Nick’s drinking has gotten really bad over the last few months and she’s a mom to two little girls and has issues of her own. So I guess it’s for the best all the way around. I just hope Nick doesn’t drink himself into an early grave over it all. <br /><br />I left Nick rather early in the night though since I had to be up early on Saturday. Mom and I were playing in Gibby’s fall classic 9 ball tournament and had to be on the road by 9am. I was rather nervous about the tournament since it would be the first time I’d played 9 ball competitively. My nerves got worse after we got there and I saw the kind of players that had shown up. I also was not happy with the fact that we were playing in the women’s bracket. I don’t like playing other women very often. I get too competitive and then I can’t play worth anything. But in this case I settled for it since I wouldn’t have had a flying fart in space of doing well in the open bracket. There were four of us from our town and I figured that Tabitha and another girl would do really well along with my Mom. But the pool gods shined on me and I finished in 5th place! Tabitha, the other girl and my Mom all got eliminated in the 2nd and 3rd rounds. I was pretty pleased with how I did. I felt incredibly lucky and everyone was very proud of me. <br /><br />Sunday night I was the sacrificial lamb for the pool team though. We won 4-1 and I was only one game away from winning my match. But that’s okay I figured I’d played a lot of pool over the weekend and it wasn’t a huge deal if I didn’t win. The rest of my team did awesome; Mike took out a really good player that’s ranked much higher than him, Lisa kicked ass in a rematch against a guy that none of us like, Tabitha got a rackless for what will probably be her last time playing since she has finally found a job and Brad won his match really well too.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-71183633771814531952009-11-10T16:21:00.001-06:002009-11-10T16:24:09.403-06:00So I am finally feeling a bit better this week. I don’t feel like I’m in a complete funk anymore. We got the car fixed and it wasn’t overly expensive (yay) and things are going ok. Went out Friday night and had a night of pool and drinking and laughing and crying. For lack of remembering who I have nicknamed what on here, gloves are off and I’m using real names now. LOL<br /><br />I was out with Jimmy (aka Smalls), Tabitha (not sure if I’ve mentioned her before) and Tyler (never brought him up either). Now we all are horrible examples for each other and the night turned into playing scotch doubles 8 ball and doing shots of tequila and whatever else we had. I had a total of 1 long island iced tea and one beer other than the shots and I was feeling absolutely no pain by the time the night was over. And our wonderful most awesome friend Cover was bartending so we didn’t pay for most of it. Now with all of this drinking we wind up doing I usually wind up tiptoeing over that happy go lucky edge to I cry for no reason what so ever. But at least this time I was crying cause of my puppies and just because of the crappy mood I have been in. The night ended with us heading out with our friend Jonah and his mom Susan. Susan just got a new pool table at her house so we went there to play (this is where I did most of my crying :P) After being there for a couple of hours we all found a ride home. It was about this time that I realized I had lost my keys. Which let me tell you is no easy task. I have lots of keys and lots of key chains all hooked together. But thankfully Susan found them Saturday in her car. They evidently fell out of my purse.<br /><br />I spent Saturday feeling just a bit under the weather but not near as bad as I had expected. My Hubby Tim and the kids headed out of town so Tristen his oldest son could visit his mom and Tim could see his family there too. So Lily and I got a whole weekend together and it was so much fun. Saturday we just putzed around the house and she used the potty!! Sunday we got up and I took her to breakfast at our drive in restaurant Sonic. She enjoyed a sausage breakfast burrito and apple juice and played with a lady bug that landed on her. After that we went to church where I have no idea what went on because I was so busy occupying her time. Then we met up with Lisa (aka Specs) and her little boy Evan at the park. We took Comet our new puppy with us and it was a blast. He’s such a good little dog. He doesn’t need a leash and is friendly to everyone he meets. When we were all tired from the fresh fall air we went home and had lunch and laid down for a short nap. Tim wasn’t quite back in town yet by the time I had pool league so Lily got to go with me for a while. Everyone loves her and she had lots of fun. Tim showed up just in time though, she was getting tired and ready to go bye bye. So I saw them off and went back and finished our pool night. I am happy to report I won my match against a player that was supposed to be a lot better than I am. I thoroughly kicked his butt!!<br /><br />Yesterday was a decent Monday. I got a lot of things done at work that I wanted to, except for my mountain of filing, but it went good. During my break I was checking out the Humane Society’s web page to see if they got any new dogs in and spied a 4 month old female basset hound. It had to be fate. Tim and I had discussed getting a second dog and we had been thinking about getting a basset hound. But all of the people that have them around here wanted way too much money. So I snuck out of work just a bit early and met Tim there to look at her. And I am happy to say we added a pretty basset girl named Maggie to our family. She is extremely well behaved, half way potty trained and is great with Comet and the kids. She is just a big lover. I’m still missing my babies Lady and Charlie but I know they are happy and taken care of up in that big doggie heaven. I’m just glad to be able to give two other dogs a good home and lots of love. Here is a cute picture I took over lunch of our Maggie and Comet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/Svnn7kv71kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0UGaQDZ6uk4/s1600-h/Maggie+Comet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402604238670648898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/Svnn7kv71kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0UGaQDZ6uk4/s320/Maggie+Comet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-48182387992642190032009-11-05T13:38:00.001-06:002009-11-05T13:38:47.637-06:00Somewhere along this lovely road of life I have evidently completely pissed off the Gods of Luck and Prosperity. In the past 6 weeks I have put two dogs to sleep, had H1N1 flu virus and as of today my car died right in the middle of morning traffic. The check engine light has been going on and off for the past week or so, but I checked the oil and the belts and made sure nothing was leaking out from underneath and couldn’t find a thing. Thankfully when it died on our busiest street this morning it started right back up, but those few seconds almost put me into a panic attack! Breaking down on a side street is one thing but being two cars back from the main traffic light in town during morning rush sucks donkey balls. I switched out vehicles over lunch to be on the safe side. At least now I get to ride around in style in my beloved Mustang. Lily will be thrilled too. Her car seat only fits in the front and she loves the fact that she can see out so well and that her brother is condemned by himself to the backseat. No worries though, my airbags automatically turn off when you have under a certain weight in the front seat. <br /><br />I am very ready for this bad luck streak to be over. I don’t have exceptionally good luck to begin with so when I say I’m having bad luck I really have bad luck. I am hoping to rectify this situation with the Gods and happily go back to my mediocre luck. You are all welcome of course to make your own contributions of good karma and luck ;)SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-55422514217021612592009-11-04T10:05:00.001-06:002009-11-04T10:14:44.904-06:00<div>Okay in light of how depressing my posts have been as of late this one shall be a bit different. I was over visiting Lucy’s blog this morning and she mentioned upper lip and eyebrow waxing. I left her a rather rambling comment that made me sound like I had a freakish lazy eye so now I must clarify for my own sake.<br /><br />Now I am a very dark haired individual and therefore am cursed with dark body hair. The hair on my head is very fine and rather thin compared to others hair. But I believe my eyebrows make up for the lack of fullness my head has. I seriously have rather scary Brooke Shields eyebrows if I don’t get them shaped and waxed on a fairly regular basis. They look like two big fuzzy caterpillars sitting on my face. Now in this comment I left for Lucy I explained that I cannot do my own eyebrows. Aside from the occasional clean up plucking I do not, cannot, will not wax my own eyebrows. I am a bit OCD when it comes to things being symmetrical and this causes problems for my eyebrows. I have just a slight flaw with my eyes. One looks fine to me but the other is a bit fuller in the upper lid area that is right below the eyebrow. Therefore it seems as though I have a bit of a lazy eye. Most people I know don’t actually notice it unless I say something, but of course since it’s my face I feel like Quasimodo with the big buggy eye. I don’t believe my eye has always looked this way, personally I am blaming the trombone that hit me there back in high school and cut my eye open (that was when I definitely decided I couldn’t withstand the pain to pierce my eyebrow). So in all truth making my eyebrows match up symmetrically does not work and has the complete opposite effect and I tend to have no eyebrows left by the time I try to fix it. And ladies I don’t care who you are drawn on eyebrows are not attractive. Below I have posted a pic of my eyes just to show that I am in fact not Quasimodo with a buggy eye. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400282504867066962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/SvGoU4VbtFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hKlL_Zf56Gs/s200/eyes.jpg" border="0" /></div>SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-3721390244749124992009-11-02T15:41:00.000-06:002009-11-02T15:42:10.811-06:00I put Lady to sleep this morning. Her little body just gave out on her and she was getting bad and suffering so I took her in first thing this morning. It was one of the hardest things to do, even worse than putting Charlie down 5 weeks ago. I feel empty; my best friend that’s been there for me through everything over the past 9 years is gone. Time is such a cruel heartless bitch and goes way too fast. Seems like just yesterday my heart melted when a tiny puppy licked my toes and laid down next to my feet. We were originally going to buy her brother but we just fell in love with Lady. From that day on we were pretty much inseparable. She was a feisty little dog that thought she was much larger than she really was. She wasn’t crazy about other dogs but would bite their nose to show them whose boss and then she would tolerate them. She loved cats especially kittens. She never had any puppies but when we brought our two cats home she developed milk and nursed them for a couple of weeks since they weren’t properly weaned. She loved to go to the park and go for car rides. She made friends with the deer and miniature pony at the petting barn at the park. She slept with me every night until Lily was born and she loved getting showers. She’d just jump right on in with you. She also never ran away, she was perfectly content staying in the yard and not wondering very far. And all of my boyfriends had to meet her expectations. She wasn’t a very social dog but once she got to know you and you fed her a French fry she’d love you forever. <br /><br />I could write more but I don’t want to cry at work and I’m just very very tired. Today I’ve wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl in to bed and sleep. But the world calls and doesn’t stop just for me.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-25728245611793397302009-10-28T16:30:00.002-05:002009-10-28T16:39:05.112-05:00UPDATE: I have H1N1 flu virus aka Swine flu aka the Piggy flu. It gets me out of work for the week but it's not like I can really enjoy it. My oldest step son has it as well and Lilys daycare lady asked we keep her home with us for a few days and Hubby has stayed home so he can help out. I like to be miserable home by myself or at most with one other person preferably Hubby. Right now I am feeling so cramped for space I want to be in I'm ready to scream. I love them all but I feel icky and I am cranky. And being subjected to dumb questions(more on this in another post) and the Jonas Brothers show. <br /><br />Germs germs go away come again another day little me wants to play germs germs go away!SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-75920467652084896492009-10-23T15:55:00.001-05:002009-10-23T15:55:20.947-05:00Some decent news today…I get to bring Lady home. Her kidney levels have improved enough to let her come home and we are going to try to see how she does on a strict diet and keeping her hydrated. She can live a fairly normal life if we can keep her levels low. She won’t ever be cured, but I at least want to give her a chance to see how she does. If she seems to be suffering I won’t continue to put her through it. I’m just praying she does well. She’s been my best friend for 9 years and I’m not ready to have to tell her goodbye too.<br /><br />In other news that won’t make me cry when I think about it I’m going to a sex toy party tonight! I will know approximately one of the other girls there and that’s it. But hell it’s free drinks and sex toys…can you get better than that?! I’m also interested to see my friends’ reaction to everything. I have only recently befriended this girl and have come to realize why so many other people find her a bit…annoying shall we say. I will call her Mally for fun on here. She is I think 31 and a wee bit different. She is supposedly a virgin and after spending time with her I will believe her on that one. I met her through pool when she was dating a friend of mine on another team. She is a smidge dingy and very irritating to try to hold a normal two way conversation with. In a nutshell she is kind of like Rose off of the Golden Girls but not quite as enduring. But I think some of her oddness just comes from being so shy and uncomfortable in her own skin sometimes. She’s just socially awkward, but she has quite a few friends and is really sweet. The main reason I wound up befriending her was to try to set her up with Bart the Hubby’s best friend from out of state. She broke up with the guy from pool and was the only single girl I knew to introduce him too. They have finally met once but not sure what they thought of each other. She managed to date another guy in between dating the guy from pool and meeting Bart and she’s still a bit hung up on him. But I was just happy to let Bart meet a girl. I really wasn’t hoping for much else. Poor guy lives in a little bitty town in the middle of nowhere and is pretty much related to everyone around those parts. So you can understand his dilemma with meeting women.<br /><br />I have contemplated wiring myself up with one of those secret agent cameras and recording everything tonight. Just seeing Mally’s reaction to everything will be fun enough. With her being a virgin and stuff things are bound to make her blush :P Hopefully I will have some time this weekend to regale you all with the story…if there’s much of one.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com139tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-19233301499593331222009-10-22T11:30:00.001-05:002009-10-22T11:30:17.051-05:00<div align="justify">My Lady-Belle is in kidney failure. Four weeks ago today I had to put Charlie to sleep because of kidney failure. Just a few days after he was gone I took Lady in for her yearly check up, vaccines and to have them check her kidney levels. The next day I had a girl from the Vets’ office call and tell me everything looked great. Evidently that wasn’t the case. Lady hadn’t been eating the greatest since Charlie’s been gone but she had her normal appetite for wanting people food and I chalked some of it up to stress from the new puppy as well. But Monday she didn’t seem like herself and Tuesday night she started getting sick so I got her in right away yesterday morning. I mentioned to the Vet that she had her blood work done just a few weeks ago so they decided to look at that and then decide what other tests they would run on her. The Vet came back in and informed me that 4 weeks ago her kidney levels were high and I explained to her that no one told me this and the girl that called told me everything was fine. I was not happy. I could have been getting her help 4 weeks ago! So they ran her blood work again and came back with my worst fear, she is in kidney failure. <br /><br />Her numbers aren’t as bad as Charlie’s were but they still aren’t anywhere near good. So it’s back to the theory that they got into something together or they contracted Leptospirosis. I am banking on the latter of the two. It’s the only thing that makes sense especially with how they would get sick then be fine after a few days then have a relapse a few weeks later. It’s a bacterial infection that can sit in the kidney and liver and cause renal failure if not treated in a timely manner. They never did do the test on Charlie since he was so far gone and didn’t respond to the antibiotics. But they are doing it with Lady and already have her on the medicine. So far Comets levels are all okay but I will keep a very close eye on him since Leptospirosis can be passed from pet to pet and humans can even contract it, but it’s a little more difficult for us to contract. My theory on how they even came into contact with the bacteria is standing water this summer. Lady hasn’t ever minded drinking from puddles and Charlie used to get drinks out of the kids swimming pool and that’s about the time this all originally started. <br /><br />I am not ready to say goodbye to Lady yet. I have had her since I was 16 and she’s been through everything with me. Granted she’s 9 but I figured she still had a few years left to her. If she responds to treatment we can manage her diet and may get at best a couple more years with her but if she doesn’t I will have to say goodbye. Watching Charlie go was one thing but it will be even harder with Lady. Even last night and this morning I couldn’t get used to her being away from home. The odd thing is being around Comet. He is such a fun little puppy; he reminds me so much of Lady when she was little and he even reminds me of Charlie a bit. It’s like he’s a little bit of both of them. I just hope he stays healthy and doesn’t get this we’ve had the little guy for two weeks and I don’t want to be signing his death warrant already. I have such a conglomeration of emotions right now and I am so tired of it all. I’m hitting that point of being mad as hell, at what or who I don’t really know; I’m just tired. <br /><br /><br />UPDATE: The Vet called this morning and told me Lady’s levels are better today. If she keeps improving to a manageable level she gets to come home. Hoping it all works out.<br /> </div>SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-23141422065234633762009-10-16T10:18:00.001-05:002009-10-16T10:19:52.534-05:00Is anyone else addicted to Nutella? I’ve heard great things about it for a while now so I decided to buy a jar of it while I was getting peanut butter last night. Along with it I got a jar of Smuckers All Natural Peanut Butter whose only ingredients are peanuts and salt. The peanut butter is good, but I LOVE the Nutella. I’m anxious to have Lily try some tonight. It’s rather healthy for you but a little goes a long way since 2 tablespoons equals 200 calories. I had it on some bread this morning with a glass of milk. It would be awesome on smores too instead of regular old chocolate. It’s always fun to find new things that I love and I know Lily will like it too.<br /><br />Speaking of things she likes she finally got her first haircut last Saturday. Yes she is 2 years old and just getting her first haircut, but I wanted to give her hair time to grow out. She has fine hair like mine and it hasn’t come in very quickly, but now she is sporting a very cute little bob. She absolutely loves playing beauty shop at home with hair berets and my curlers so you can just imagine her joy when I took her to a real beauty shop. The Hubby went with me and we decided to let her watch me get my hair done first. As I got my hair washed she sat at the next sink over pretending hers was getting washed too and she just thought it was amazing when I got my hair trimmed. When my stylist was taking the cape off of me Lily came over and excitedly said “All done!” and proceeded to kick me out of the chair so she could have her turn. I was worried she would get scared or not sit still once she got up there but she was perfect! The only thing she didn’t really like was the blow dryer, she definitely thinks it’s more fun to pretend it’s blowing air. I love having a little girl and it’s official that my best friend ever is 2 years old. I honestly could not have asked for a better child. Even when she’s being frustrating it’s still wonderful, she has the neatest personality and to know her is to love her.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StiOw3PX_KI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Nho5Bx9kktc/s1600-h/haircut+cropped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393217523889470626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StiOw3PX_KI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Nho5Bx9kktc/s200/haircut+cropped.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-78244939944709297132009-10-14T16:28:00.003-05:002009-10-14T16:31:51.632-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StZC4_d0D9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sH0ct-tHUUQ/s1600-h/Lady.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392571150699335634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StZC4_d0D9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sH0ct-tHUUQ/s200/Lady.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Lady Belle my 9 year old mini doxie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StZC07gJAeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sfto7GWe_0M/s1600-h/Comet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392571080915878370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StZC07gJAeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sfto7GWe_0M/s200/Comet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And this is Comet our 8 week old mini doxie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StZCwoY_hbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LI2LBp30aok/s1600-h/Comet+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392571007066146226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrL3E79XZnw/StZCwoY_hbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LI2LBp30aok/s200/Comet+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Isn't he just so innocent? :PSuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-83492479781577460842009-10-13T11:22:00.001-05:002009-10-13T11:22:24.400-05:00Well the weekend brought many interesting things. Friday it brought us a new puppy, his name is not official yet but we are thinking of Comet. He is a 7 week old black and tan miniature dachshund just like Lady and Charlie. So far he reminds me so much of Lady when she was a puppy, I think he will turn out to be a great dog. I found him online through a lady that has a rescue home for doxies about 4 hours away. She was meeting a couple of other ladies from this area halfway so we met her too. I got off early on Friday picked the kids up and headed out on our trek to get the new dog. It was all highway driving and it was a part of the state I hadn’t been in in years. We went through the little towns I remember from when I was really young. It was like going through a time warp there were so many things that hadn’t changed in 20 years. It was great! Sometimes it’s nice to know things we remember fondly don’t always change. Finally after travelling for what seemed like all day (it was only 2 hrs) we got to our destination and picked up our new puppy. Lily did so well in the car, I was so proud of her. She did get a bit cranky before we stopped to eat, but did such a good job of eating her supper. We stopped at Dairy Queen in a little town and she had a hot dog and French fries. The new puppy pooped in the car before we could get back out, but thank goodness 3 pound dogs don’t make much of a mess. <br /><br />Saturday we didn’t do a whole lot, just bummed around the house and got to know the puppy. That night was Specs birthday and the Hubby and I went out for dinner to celebrate the anniversary of our first date (7 years). In retrospect the evening would have gone so much better if we wouldn’t have bothered with Specs. All week I had made sure that her birthday celebration was the main event of the evening and through little actions throughout the night she and Smalls managed to just ruin the evening. Nothing they did was really all that bad, but with all of the other crap I’ve put up with from my friends over the past week it was just too much and we said goodnight and left a bit early. On the way home I wound up crying and felt like a total heel. I had enjoyed spending the evening with my Hubby and let myself get sidetracked by those two and everyone else who has hurt my feelings lately. None of the things that people have done lately have been really bad and normally wouldn’t bother me, but I’ve just felt a bit off lately. Putting Charlie to sleep and other changes I think have stressed me more than I have realized. I am hopeful that it’s all coming to an end soon. I don’t like being a gloomy gus. <br /><br />On Sunday pool went well. We only won 2 out of 5 matches but I was okay with that. Then I spent the rest of the night drinking and talking with my friend Tab, from whom I have learned some very interesting things about different relationships. I honestly could write my own soap opera with everything that goes on anymore. Me I am perfectly content being at home snuggling with my family and my new puppy. <br /><br />Oh I almost forgot the Hubby did an awesome job fixing our fridge door on Sunday too!! There’s a glitch with the make and model of fridge we have that causes the hinges to break and ours pretty much did on Sunday and we most definitely don’t have the money for even a used one. So he went to the hardware store and rigged up a new hinge and fixed it. It works better now than it ever did before. He is awesomeness!SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414151.post-20990899447254199092009-10-08T16:17:00.001-05:002009-10-08T16:17:42.678-05:00I am tired of people! I think it’s this stupid stuffy nose that’s been depleting my energy but I just do not have it in me to deal with people any more this week unless they are drama and accusation free. So far since last week I’ve put up with Smalls and Specs breaking up for a whole 12 hours then getting back together, so looking forward to movie night on Friday with one of my friends and his new girlfriend only to have them cancel at the very last freaking minute with an excuse that I don’t even think I believe, my once considered best friend Tits blowing me off Saturday night and not bothering to get a hold of me until Sunday to then explain that surprise surprise she was sick and it must have been really bad since she couldn’t even text, and then today I get yelled at via phone by a bitchy old lady calling me a bitch because I did my job right. Just fuck off!!<br /><br />Normally I’m a happy go lucky individual that really does care what happens to her friends and is happy to do anything she can to help, but I’m just tired. Just once I want to see or talk to my friends and not have some stupid crisis going on. Now the Smalls and Specs thing really doesn’t bother me that much but it was just lumped into everything else last week and just added stress. For some reason I am the strong, level headed, responsible wisdom guru out of everyone I know and sometimes it just sucks. I just think between putting Charlie to two weeks ago, the situation with TJ (my oldest step son) and catching a cold I’ve just gotten run down. I’m ready for some relaxation and fun. The kind where I can just see my friends and our topics of conversation are odd jokes followed by drinking. <br /><br />I’m hoping for some of this on Saturday, it’s Specs’ birthday and the Hubby and I are celebrating the anniversary of when we first met. Which officially is today and I feel like a total lump for not realizing it until this very moment. I also have a long weekend this weekend so I will hopefully get to catch up on some much needed rest and will be back to normal next week. I’m also blaming this crappy cold weather we are having for my issues too. <br /><br />I will try to have a more upbeat post here soon; we may be getting a new puppy so at least that’s a silver lining for this weekend.SuvvyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544878224070193819noreply@blogger.com0