So, I am not a genius today (shocking, right?).
I was messing around in the new site, NOT making any changes…just seeing what stuff did….and I did something. Apparently something bad cause it isn’t working.
Don’t know what I did…..but hang in there….no one is sadder than me, I think I need to not touch things anymore….
Emails to GB, web person friend, who will probably kill me—I’m thinking he needs to child proof my site (me being the child here).
Me: Uhhhh you better take a look at my site…..it is messed up, but I didn’t do it!
GB: What did you do? Did you touch something?
Me: Well….I mean, I DID just click one plugin thingy to see what it was…and so it MIGHT have been my fault.
GB: no answer, silence
I have some kind of sad news, that I have given a lot of thought to and decided that this is the right thing to do. I know WHAT IS IT, right? Well……
I have decided I can no longer keep up this blog. As of tomorrow morning, I am going to delete it. So, this is your last post. I am really sad to do this, but I have no choice.
There are many reasons that I can’t really go into right now, but I wanted to let you all know that I have enjoyed posting about my life and meeting you all and letting you into mine and Hubby’s crazy lives. But for now, I must say that I have had a lot of fun. If you want to try and stay in touch, let me know and I will send you my email. I am sorry for the short notice. Maybe eventually I will start up a new one and if I do, I will be sure to try and keep in touch with as many of you as possible if you send me your emails.
Oh and one more thing.
Yea, that is how I feel. In a funk, and the bloggy therapy drug isn’t clicking in just yet.
Thanks for all your well wishes out there.
Hopefully everything will work out. She seems more alert today. Guess we will see. For now, I remain tired and blah.
Well, things haven’t been getting much better since yesterday.
Americus, our alarm clock cat, is sick. It was weird because one minute she was fine, and the next she wasn’t eating or drinking and having bathroom problems, as well as extensive vomiting. I spent most of the night looking after her. Was pretty freaked out. Still am.
She is only 9, and we took her to the vet this morning. Of course, this isn’t any easier because Hubby isn’t here.
The vet has put her on some meds, but was alarmed by a high ALT level. This means she has enzymes leaking from her liver into her blood, which, from what I understand, could lead to liver failure. They gave her a hydration treatement and are hoping the medications will help before they determine any next steps.
I guess what is surprising to me, is that she wasn’t sick one day ago. She was acting normal…wake up calls and all.
I am hoping everything will be ok.
I am so excited for you to come home tomorrow. I have missed you so! The NOT IT rule is no fun when you are not here to scream it to. You are therefore, banned from leaving me alone from here on! Here are the things I won’t miss:
*Feeding the pets in the morning (they are evil)
*No one to talk too, besides the pets (all they care about is food…after that, they want nothing to do with me)
*Taking the trash out (that is a boy’s job)
*Making dinners (let’s just face it, I suck)
*Having no one to boss around (Rae doesn’t listen….EVER)
*Sharing the bed with the pets (they are bed hogs, especially Patches)
*Having to clean up cat vomit myself, rather than calling NOT IT (NOT FUN)
*Lack of bedtime conversations where I make fun of you (leaves a void)
*Your advice, even though I never listen (in my defense, I am deaf sometimes)
*And mostly, no one to kiss me goodnight and tell me they love me (even when I am mean and don’t deserve it)
I promise not to take you for granted anymore…ok, well maybe not for one week…gotta have realistic goals here!
But, I really miss the Hubby!
I tried cooking dinner tonight: tacos. They were remotely successful, but I had no idea how much work it is to cook! Plus, there is no one here to torment and Rae is not nearly fun enough to boss around, plus half the time she doesn’t listen.
Hubby, I miss you. Please come home soon (with both your arms, please) and cook me dinners again. Plus, the NOT IT rule (The Rules) is no fun by myself because I never win!
Filed under Husbands, Life
This past week, Patches has been licking and licking and licking and licking and licking and licking and licking (well, I think you get the point) her back leg until it was raw. Seeing this, Hubby and I decided we would try our hands at being veternarians (this is not reccommended, but it seemed to work, at first), since our income, lately has been on the downward spiral. We decided we would saran wrap this rogue leg, so she couldn’t lick it.
However, about six or seven days later, she was still licking and the saran wrap was just not cutting it.
So, today, Hubby took her to the vet (after much begging and pleading to take our “dying puppy” to the vet so her leg would not fall off and she wouldn’t die..insert my sad puppy eyes here)!
They think it is some kind of bacterial infection, since it is nowhere else on her body, but this one spot. So, they gave her some antiseptic spray and shaved her back leg and said we have to watch her and make sure she doesn’t lick it!
And then…..they said she had to wear the conehead, to make sure she didn’t lick….I really tried not to laugh when I saw this…I know, I am such a bad mother….as I pointed and rolled on the floor!
But, as she banged into the walls to come and greet me when I got home, I just fell to the floor laughing because everywhere she went she banged into EVERYTHING. Poor, Poor Patches. She is the saddest dog ever and after what we paid at the vet, Hubby is forcing her to wear it per the vet’s reccomendation of ten days!
Poor, Sad Patches!