Hooray for work!!! (and other babbles)

Yesterday it was 103 or something like that. Today it's supposed to be 97. Hooray for my job!!! The building (guard shack) is AIR CONDITIONED!!! And better than that, I have control. So I can make it as cool as I want it. Ohhh how odd to be looking forward to work.

It's going to be sort of fun too because I'm going in with a newer look. I dyed my hair last night. It's kind of purple (accident). But that's ok. I'm sort of quirky so I guess it fits. The biggest change...(no I'm not posting a picture of it), I went and got a haircut. I mean a HAIRCUT, as in whacked 6 inches off. All I ever do is put it in a ponytail. That's speeding up the whole hair falling out thing by constantly breaking hair off when I tug my scrunchie out. So I had them cut it up to my collar. I didn't even know my hair was going halfway down my back. First thing in the morning when I get up, it goes into the scrunchy in a sloppy bun. I don't like hair in my face. So, should be interesting to see if anyone really notices.

My ego got a HUGE boost last weekend. Ok I know truck drivers can be somewhat sleezy. But still, other than my own husband I've never been hit on by one. Though I've heard a few comments when meeting John at a truck stop about how desperate that poor bastard much be to pay "her" (meaning me) to be with him. Blah. Anyhow...this guy was kind of cute for an older (in his fourties) man. He came in early on Sunday, wasn't due to deliver his load until Monday morning. He asked if I was on duty all night, to which I replied "No Sir, as a matter of fact I am just about to get off." I didn't think anything of what I said, maybe I was too tired. But then he took a moment, looked me up and down slowly and then said with a grin, "Yeah me too." Then he hopped into his truck. I think maybe he was flirting with me. Ok so it was filthy and probably normal women would have been offended. But I haven't felt real attractive lately, so it was sort of funny/nice.

Hmmm what else is going on...not a whole lot. Oh! Alex is at my folks for a while. She likes it there and it's healthier for her right now. With our weather being so hot, she gets sick like I do. My folks have AC so she can stay fairly cool. My Dad has even invited her to travel with him to Colorado. I don't know if Alex is going to do it though. She and Dad aren't as close as they used to be. He's sort of got it in his head that when girls turn into young ladies, then a hug isn't just a hug anymore. He calls it, "Playing the Lolita." I think he's sick. When she wants to give him a hug, it's because SHE LOVES HIM. Plus if she doesn't go, she gets my Mom's undivided attention, which she likes. Dad is going because James Jr. (My nephew?) is in some Little League Championship or something. He's the teams star pitcher. I don't know him, never met him. His father is my Dad's youngest son.

Well, I'm off to go wash my face, put makeup on and get ready for work.

Happy belated birthday to me, and other bullsh*t

I had a rockin' birthday, for the most part. I spent several hours with my Mom. Me and my Mooooooooommmy, strolling down the avenue......" We had a great time. We shopped for a sewing machine (my b-day present) and went out to eat. I rarely get time alone with my Mom. I love love loved it!

So it's the end of the day, July 16th. My birthday was the 11th. I STILL haven't heard from my in-laws. I'm gonna call them next week to remind them that Alex's birthday is on the 9th of August, so that they don't forget. I feel pretty darn nasty right now, because my feelings really got hurt by them forgetting about my day. Part of it is total jealousy though. My Mom and Dad sent John a card on his birthday. Hell they gave him money! It'd have been nice to at least merit a phone call.

Skyler is better. He's making me NUTS! We've still got over 4 weeks of crate confinement and he's being a real pain about it now.

Must sleep, can't see worth a toot. Worked all day.

Fear, uncertainty and sorrow...

That's what I feel today. Skyler woke us around 7:30am, screaming. He was in so much pain that he pooped a little in his crate. There was no pee-pee and the support group says that bladder control would be lost before bowel control, so it was most likely just an accident caused by his reaction to the pain and the fact that he had to go poop. He cried again when he came inside and I was trying to give him his medication. It breaks my heart.

Losing Abbigail last year just ripped me apart and now I'm afraid we may lose Skyler too. If he doesn't get better and becomes paralyzed, which the vet says is possible, we can't afford the costly treatment and surgery that would be required. In that situation I would first try to find a rescue organization that would be willing to cover his treatment and care, and then find him a new home. Otherwise we'd have to send Skyler over the Bridge to God. I'm scared.

I'm praying that God will help him and let him stay.

The world can be a lonely place

In the past couple of weeks I have left several internet forums that I used to belong to. I just feel like the square peg trying to poke itself through a round hole. I don't fit. There are so many wonderful people who I know care for me, but it's getting too difficult to ignore the witches and a-holes who don't. As an adult I've always stood up for myself and what I believe in, even if I'm wrong about something. But I also tend to avoid being somewhere that is has a lot of negativity. So my blog readers, if you are one of those wonderful people...if you don't see me in the usual places just know that I can be found here on occasion.

Work is the same, I'm looking forward to the end of summer when I can go back to my other position. It gets old hearing, "What happened to the other guy?" GUY? Do I really look like have a penis?

Skyler is recovering from some sort of injury that he go sustained at the groomer. Scary situation that we still haven't fully solved. Now that he's feeling better it's difficult to keep him DOWN like he needs to be. No extra walking around. Hell I tried crating him like the vet said but he gets so worked up that it's worse for him to be in the crate.

Alex will be spending a great deal of time with my folks this summer. They're going to get her into some summer programs, like a babysitting class and maybe a CPR class if she's old enough.

Husband is...the same as always.