So I haven't been on here in a while to share the joy (haha) that abounds in my life.
Like anyone has noticed.
Well, I'm here now, so just calm down.
Stop sending me emails wanting to know when I'm coming back and demanding to know wtf I'm doing and why I'm leaving you hangin' with no updates or info on my fabulous life of fun and adventure...ok?
I'm all for having myself a good stalker -if he's hot, and preferably shows up naked a lot- but come on....
ya'll wanna know all about my life, but can't even email me a nekkid photo or two?
Anyway, The-person-I-live-with has taken on a new job. Thank Gawd!
Previously he was only working a couple of days a week, earning maybe $100 or so.
Yes, you read that right.
Per week.
I have no clue how he's been paying the bills...he doesn't tell me shit.
I would've killed to have a job...but it's hard to manage when one has to be home with the kids
and doesn't have $ for daycare or a manny.
And I'd only hire a manny. No girls or women.
For various reasons that I won't get into here cause it'll only serve to piss me off and I'm in a fairly good mood today so far.
I don't wanna ruin it.
Maybe I'll inform my legions of followers about those things in the future, but then again, maybe not.
I'm sure you're not idiots and can easily guess at least part of it by yourselves :)
Anyhoo, starting today, he's gonna have his hands full with actual work.....and be outta the house more often!
Not that he's ever here much, even when he
isn't working.....
I really don't know why I'm even mentioning his new job....it has nothing to do with me really.
At least in
his mind. lol.
What I mean is that it's not like he's going to be slinging extra cash around.
Not for anything here at our home, or for the kids, and certainly not in MY direction. Hahahahaha!
O well.....
So, my new puppy that I mentioned in the previous post....she's growing like a weed and gaining weight.
After hours of scanning online puppy name sites (you wouldnt believe how many there are, puppies and puppy care is like porn to some people out there) and trying out a few different names on her that just didn't fit - there was Luna, Egypt, Pharoah & something else I can't even remember now- I finally bestowed her with the name Gypsy.
It wasn't one I picked from a website...I was driving around town one day and she was riding shotgun in the passenger seat when the song came on the radio. I love Fleetwood Mac, so I cranked it up and then looked over at her and said "GYPSY!"
She looked back at me right away, like I had called her name that she'd heard 1,000 times before, and I swear she smiled at me. lol.
We took our first trip to the vet last Saturday.
I thought she'd be nervous, but no, she slept the whole time we were in the waiting room.
She was a spectacular patient, and didn't even seem to notice when the tech stuck a stick up her butt to get a fecal sample.
Nor did she give a rats ass when she recieved her 1st round of shots.
She ate up her dose of worming meds with great enthusiasm, and enjoyed it just as much when I gave
her the 2nd dose a few days later.
I figured that she had worms, being as
all puppies have worms and she'd never been dewormed before.
She was also quite skinny, even though I was feeding her a bit more than recommended.
Ok, a lot more. So sue me, the poor thing was hungry dammit!
I'd never found anything in her poopies though, but then not all types of worms are easily visible.
And yes, I did poke around in her shit with a stick. lol.
No worms, but I did find a little yellow Lego man head once.
It was buried in there, smiling up at me...I wish I'd thought to take a picture.
So the vet tech took her poopy sample and went out the door to test it....while Sophie and I were ooohing and aaahing over the obligatory jar of heartworms exploding from the heart of a dead dog.
The jar of heartworms was THE main reason Sophie went with me to the vet. Seriously.
She's been itching to see the real thing for quite awhile now and it greatly exceeded her expectations.
Yeah, she's my special little girl :)
So while we were inspecting the jar from all angles, the tech - who was apparently doing the poop test right there on the other side of the door - suddenly yells out, "WOW! She is LOADED with worms!"
Then he nonchalantly comes back through the door and calmly says, "Ok, she does have a
few hookworms, so we're going to send you home with another dose of wormer to give her 3 days from now."
I don't know, I just thought that was kinda funny.
Like he had a holy shit moment on one side of the door and then it was no big deal on the other.
Then I got home and looked up hookworms on the 'net and had my own holy shit moment.
Go ahead...I dare you to google "hookworm pictures".
I was outside with the shovel searching around in the dark for any overlooked poop piles.
I was already picking the poops up, but only every couple of days.
Now I'm practically standing there holding the shovel under her ass to catch it before it even touches the ground.
So far, so good. No itchy red places on the bottoms of the kids feet, and no freaky spaghetti looking things crawling under anyone's skin....
Honestly, I really don't think the soil in our yard makes a very hospitable environment for said parasite larvae.
Technically, our soil isn't soil. It's sand. Lots & lots of dry sand.
There may be a little bit of "dirt" in there, but you have to dig for it.
Grass won't even grow in that mess.
Weeds and stickers and desert rose love it.....but it's not exactly the "warm, moist soil" condusive to keeping hatchling hookworm larvae thriving.
Sure, they might live for a little while, like after a good rain....but once the sun comes out they'll
be flash baked in no time. Ha.
What's that? Enough about the worms and poop?
Oh, all right.
I gotta go for now anyway.