Tuesday, June 26, 2007


I worked crazy hours at the "real" job, working Monday instead of Friday this week. I started at 6 AM and finished at 7:30 PM, with a LOOONG lunch in the middle.

I taught a noon class at the store. It went fine. It was a computer printing and journaling class.

I had a stress headache for most of the day. Nothing could budge it. Nausea, the whole bit.

I talked to Dave, and got totally ticked by him. Hung up.

I took Rufus to the vet again. He loves it there.

I found out that Rufus is likely to have Lymphoma. We'll know on Wednesday.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Ah, my Blog!

Well, gosh, it's Friday again. I've been heavy into scrapbooking this week. My nose is doing really quite well, I did see the doctor and he thought that it looked good, all things considered. It wasn't straight before and it won't be straight now, but internally things looked ok.

In three weeks, I'll be heading to Georgia to spend 4th of July week with Dave. Before that, I'm working at the store quite a bit.

Here is a page that I made for Tom the Pirate.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

How Weird is My Life?

Yeah. I worked all day, got home, let the dogs out. They were still excited and playful, so I sat down on the living room floor to wear them out a bit. Missy was tearing around like a puppy, bowling over Rufus, and, I'm not sure exactly what happened, but she ran into me and her head or her shoulder hit my nose HARD. I heard a crunch kind of sound and got up to go into the kitchen for a paper towel. My nose is bleeding, I can feel where it separated, and I'm thinking, OH CRAP, now what do I do? I'm not a fan of heading to the ER only to be given tylenol and an ice pack, but I wasn't sure if I should.... It also vaguely crossed my mind that the last time I had a facial injury, I had to submit to about a million questions to verify that I was not a victim of domestic assault.

Hey, I'm a victim of domestic assault. My dog beat me up.

Anyway, that was NOT the reason I didn't go to the emergency room, and it wasn't because I didn't want to trouble any of the kind, dear friends who would have taken me. I called my mom (the nurse) and explained, and she agreed I could stay home, and then she called a doctor that she knows, just to make sure he agreed, and she checked up on me. I made myself a lovely ice pack and had a relaxing evening.

It aches today, but doesn't look too bad. I'm guessing the bruises will come out in a day or so. Something to look forward to.