I called the vet this morning and Ginger is not allowed to be released into the wild my care until a little later today, due to her surgery getting post-poned.  Like I can’t get her until 5pm-ish.  Sure hope that “emergency” was worth it!  Oh, and I am joking there.  I really am.  I actually like animals more than people…sometimes more than my family (I LOVE YOU GUYS!!).

Meanwhile, I am sitting here trying to scrounge up some work with Maggie plastered to my side, stealing all my body heat, fully dressed with socks, slippers, a big blanket over the two of us, and can ALMOST see my breath.  I’m considering cranking up the heat to a blistering 70 degrees, but am kind of curious as to how long I can type with partially-frozen fingers.  And then there’s that silly surgery that needs to be paid.  Let’s see, pay the gas company or pay the vet.  I actually kind of like the vet better since they don’t charge me a higher rate during certain months of the year.

Also, I keep obsessing over wanting a silly pink Blackberry.  Found out that I’m not cool enough to have my company partially pick up the tab on my cell bill (read: my company doesn’t need to get ahold of me at all hours, no matter how important I convince them I am).  Right now I pay a measly $35/month for like 450 minutes on my pink RAZR.  For the Blackberry, I’d be paying twice that…partly because I’d want to add the data package so that I could actually USE the phone for emails, etc.  You know, for what it’s made to do.  Plus, if I get that data package, I get an additional $100 off the price of the phone…add in my trade-in discount (or whatever it’s called when you have your phone for 2 years)…and a mail-in rebate, and I’m looking at getting a $420 phone for like $100.  And while saving over $300 REALLY appeals to me…I mean, that’s over 75% off (my head is nearly exploding from all the savings and excitement…really!).  If I didn’t take advantage of that, the Sales Gods would spite me for sure and I’d never see a sale past 30% off again.  But the problem is doubling my monthly rate.  I don’t get any additional minutes, but I can email to my little heart’s content.  And obsessively watch even more for those emails letting me know that I have a comment on my site. 

Maybe I’ll grab another cup of coffee to thaw out my brain and consider this a little more.  If nothing else, all the uncontrollable twitching and the one-leg shaking should help keep me warm, right?

Oh, and since I’m all over the place with this post anyways, I’m having a little sale on my jewelry (well, it’s not mine…I mean, I didn’t design it).  I’m not allowed to advertise here, but it’s a Valentine’s Day sale.  So leave a comment asking about it or click on that little “contact me” link and I’ll give you the details.

Yep, I am a silly nervous Nelly today.  My puppy baby is getting her hip surgery today, and as usual whenever any of my pets go under the knife, I am like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.  Or a one-legged girl in a butt-kicking contest.  Oh wait.  That just means I’m busy.  Okay.  I’m not busy.  I’m nervous.  Skittish.  When I’m nervous I can’t shut-up and babble and suffer from diarrhea of the mouth.  Like I am right now.  Except maybe this is diarrhea of the fingers since I’m typing?  Maybe I should spray Lysol on my keyboard with this whole diarrhea of the fingers?

Okay.  I’m going to take a breath.

And maybe sneak a little Bailey’s in my coffee.

Ginger is getting her FHO performed and a polyp removed. 

UPDATE:

(are you listening Burgh Baby’s Mom?…no need to defect to that other site supposedly touting to love and cherish Ginger)

I got a call from the vet at about 5pm.  After 2-1/2 hours of surgery, she is minus one itty-bitty rectal polyp and one femoral head.  She is doing fine and was resting.  I will be picking her up tomorrow, probably late morning or early afternoon, along with sixty-hundred dollars worth of pain and antibiotic pills.  Oh, and heartworm pills, too, since we’re due.  And probably some more tetracycline opthalmic ointment for my nasty-eyed cat, Ollie.  I literally owe my entire net-worth to the vet.  Good thing my net-worth is only about $25.

I was also told I would have copious amounts of going-home instructions for Ginger, which would include some basic physical therapy.  So we’re looking at investing in a small doggy-pool.  Or just putting her in our big soaking tub, possibly with one of the kids because after the cost of that surgery, we’re going to need to share baths in this house for a while!  And I guess this means that even though I’m up for a new phone, I won’t be getting anything fancy like this one (although, SALE…it’s on SALE!).  Does anyone have one?  Is it worth it?  Is the keyboard weird?  I mean, it’s a QWERTY keyboard but two letters on each key–that flips my lid.  But I digress.

I will be sure to update folks after I bring home Frankenpuppy.

don’t know….don’t care…too lazy to look….

Remember this guy?

Dear Previously Half-Nekid Construction Worker Wandering Aimlessly Near My Sons’ Daycare:

Glad to see you’re back working wandering after a brief cold snap. Also noticed that you are taking advantage of this morning’s balmy 40-degree weather by wearing an extraordinarily filthy waffle-weave “long john” shirt under your bright green safety vest. I can’t wait until tomorrow to see if you reenact “Suns Out, Guns Out” to best enjoy the 50 degrees we’re forecasted to have.

Best Regards,

A Concerned (about my children’s retinas) Driver

Dear Bright Yellow Aveo:

I love your little, itty-bitty, Lemonhead on wheels. What I do not love is when I am driving behind you, trying to run the light the same color as you, and you ssssssllllllloooooooowwwwww dddddddooooooowwwwnnnnnn to about 10 miles an hour through the intersection. I would think that if you’re going to slow down that much that you would just stop for the light…but you politely waited until you were halfway across the intersection to jam on the breaks. Not sure why, unless the grading in the road to keep it from flooding was too high a hill to handle in a high gear? Maybe you were breaking for the railroad crossing a half-mile ahead? I mean, you are the same color as a school bus.

Sincerely,

The Car that Nearly Pushed You Through the Intersection

Dear Freakish Amounts of Jaguar Drivers in One Area of Virginia:

Um, you are not the good Lord’s gift to drivers and cars. In fact, you are simply a souped-up Crown Vic with a kitty glued to the front of your car. Somehow all of you drive like crazy maniacs around those of who lack the cat. Maybe you’re trying to figure out how to drive in such a way as to shake the cat off your hood?…that’s about what it looked like. Otherwise, I’m guessing that the three of you are in a Club and thought hot-rodding at 9am through rush-hour traffic was fun and appropriate. Thanks for the heart-attack.

Warmest Regards,

One of 50 Other Drivers Out to Skin Your Cats

Saturday night we went out with these fine folks:

Kari and Dave

*note that we went to a place so fancy they don’t know how to spell “February”, nor do they contract a quality printer that knows how to spell “February”.

Andrea and Eric

Justin and the lush he married

My Cake In a Box…yes, yes, I did sing that song.  No, we did not eat it off the floor. At least not before my fourth Cosmo.

I was doing really well right up until we were getting ready to leave…guess slamming the fourth Cosmo wasn’t very wise.  I can’t say that I remember the ride home.  Thank goodness Justin was the DD.  Thank goodness I have friends that tolerated my smart mouth all the way home (even though I have NO recollection of what was said…yikes!).  Thank goodness I didn’t embarrass myself in front of our 18-year old babysitter, er, too much.  We’ll see what she says the next time we ask her to babysit.

But, it was fun.  I’m glad we got out for a few hours.  Kind of wished it could’ve been longer since the DJ was just warming up when we were leaving.  I was totally ready to get my groove on.  Had that irresistible urge (brought on by those 4 glasses of “courage”) to show all the really old folks and the really young ones that I still “had it”.

Sunday morning, I was totally ready to crawl into a hole.  But with age comes experience.  So I downed my hangover-cure of 3 ibuprofens and 1 large glass of chocolate milk at 7:15am and was feeling better at 8am.   Still a little dehydrated, but a lot less hateful of sound and light. 

Can’t wait for the next Adults Only Night!

Yes, I am tooting my own horn. And frankly, I don’t care. Normally I don’t do much about hinting about my birthday or reminding people or that sort of thing. But for some reason, I mentally became 5 years old this year and went about telling all sorts of folks that today is my birthday. So thanks to all of you that are sweet enough to patronize me and wished me a happy birthday. I truly appreciated it.

My lovely family also got me some nice gifts.  My mom and step-dad, and Justin, got me gift cards to the spa where I get my hair done (wee, facial!); my dad and stepmom got me a cool wine tasting kit; my co-worker got me a bottle of wine (yum!); and my kids got me a gigantic package of StriVectin-SD cream from Costco.  And a card wishing me happy birthday and apologizing for the 18-months worth of stretch marks.  I’m not kidding.

Happy Birthday Mama…now feed me so I can get fat enough to fill in my dimples!

OOH…update….my mom made and sent kalachkis…a Hungarian cookie (I always thought they were Polish, but um, the Internets tells me otherwise), and my big little brother (younger, yet much taller) sent me a gift card for the Cellar Online to buy myself some wine (nice rhyme!). Thanks guys!!!!