Colby got shot
Oct 06
Both my babies. Note the size of his front paw. It’s the shattered bone.
As the title says, Colby got shot. We were at my parent’s house and he got out and ran up the road to the neighbor’s house where he attacked and killed one of his chickens. He then decided that Colby was going to be his target practice and shot him. This is apparently b/c my parent’s dog Shadow has done it before and my dad told him to go ahead and shoot him if he caught him again. He thought it was Shadow. My dad is a heartless asshole. Colby arrived back home covered in blood unable to stand on his foot. I get that he got the chicken but he could’ve shot into the air to scare him or jesus I would’ve reimbursed him for it.
He got cleaned up and we found a few holes where he was hit and tried to get the bleeding to stop. Randy got approved for $500 in care credit for vet bills/medical bills and if you need more you have to call after 48 hours for an increase request. We’re going to have to. Currently Colby has easily 40 shots in his left two legs plus some grazed his chest. They are all over the place. He has to undergo surgery on Friday to get them removed and it is likely they will have to amputate his toe on his front left leg due to the bone getting shattered in 4-5 pieces. He is currently on both antibiotics and pain killers. The bill so far is $226 and that is without his surgery. Since we’re home now and not at my parent’s house he’s comfortably sleeping in our bed like he usually does. I feel horrible for him. My puppy is not going to be the same again.
My car has some temporary stop leak in the transmission at the moment to see if we can fix it this way before ripping the engine out. If I leak it out I have 2 gallons in my trunk and i know how to put it in until I can get Randy since the only place I’m driving is to and from his work. *sigh*
On top of it, I don’t think I’m going to keep up with Gracie’s breast feeding demands. I usually only have 4-6 oz ready for her and she drinks 3 or so in a feeding so it’s not easy to keep up. I’m pumping right now and then going to hope she stays asleep so I can go get some food. I haven’t eaten all day. You really learn the value of 5 minutes when you have a newborn who can wake up at any time screaming because she wants food and she wants it NOW. *sigh* It’s good to be back home but now I’m very VERY lonely again.
This weekend is my birthday and I was supposed to go out and drink but that won’t work for 2 reasons. I would have to pump and dump due to the alcohol in my system and I can’t keep up my supply as it is and 2. I just don’t want to. My mom suggested that Randy and I just got to dinner and a movie or something so we can spend some time together since we’re having a lot of troubles doing so. I think we’ll hit up my favorite sport’s bar b/c I love their chicken tenders and see what is playing. Lord knows we have no shortage of people willing to babysit. I’m going to go throw on a hoodie, find some food, and maybe work on ChaCha.
Tell me about your pets
Sep 23I noticed that my readers seem to like when I ask questions and get to know them and their lives better so here’s another one, tell me about your pets. I don’t just want a picture or a name though. Tell me about their personality.
Colby is a spoiled dog himself. He lived with his parents until he was 9 months old. He sleeps on all the furniture when he wants. Sometimes it’s the chair or couch but usually the bed if he isn’t kicked by either Randy or myself. If only one of us is in bed he’s more likely to stay there. He doesn’t like automatic water feeders because the bubbling scares him. He’s also afraid of the raspberry noise people can make with their mouths or cans being shaken together in a bag. He loves car rides and will typically stick his head out the window or, in the case of picking Randy up, thinks he is a lap dog. Randy and I are known as mommy and daddy. He also doesn’t like pickles or pretzels and milk is the only thing he can’t tolerate. It will cause him to make the house his personal toilet. He is incredibly touchy about anyone touching his rear end hair but will walk away instead of snapping. A bath puts him to sleep for the rest of the night and “Let’s go ni nights” is his favorite phrase. He also has separation anxiety.
I’m entirely too observant of his little quirks. Now, entertain me with yours.
Who is cuter?
Sep 19Both my boys appear to be quite tired tonight. I can’t determine which one I find cuter. Pardon the cell phone pics, I’m too lazy to get the camera out of my hospital bag.
35 week checkup
Aug 20Alright. Angela of Radkitten.nu has given me 5 words to blog about BUT today I feel like I have an entry to write and random things are racing through my head. I will get around to it, I swear! Maybe once this whole wedding thing has died down.
So tonight I planned on getting home and relaxing with my half a sub from yesterday’s dinner but that didn’t work out quite so well. I also was craving chocolate so I made up some brownies and threw them in the oven. I grabbed my sub and glass of mountain dew and proceeded to sit down at my desk. Then I realized “Whoops, my cell is in my purse” and I need that in case Randy calls for overtime or whatnot. Wearing headphones I reach down to grab it and that full glass of ice cold mountain dew goes allllllllll over. Thankfully the direction it went was the opposite of my tower. I still had to remove everything off of my desk and make sure my mouse and keyboard were safe along with the digital camera. Once I dried crap off I realized that I too was soaked and needed to dry. I was sticky too so to the shower I went. I came back and scrubbed the desk off with some 409 to avoid stickiness for the next few months. I also tidied up a bit since Randy is SO FREAKIN’ MESSY and got comfy on my couch now that I think I have everything I need for the evening. My desk is slid to the couch because it’s easier for me to keep my feet elevated and the fan blows directly on me and I’m always hot.
Speaking of elevated feet I had my 35 week doctor appointment today. Now I go to weekly appointments. That’s scary. By my calculations of Sept 22nd as a due date I’m 35W1D but he said I was 35W3D so he either goofed or I’m 2 days ahead. *shrug* Whatever. She’ll come when she comes. I have to get blood work for HIV testing (which I just did at 16 weeks but apparently the state has another mandatory one at 36 weeks. Whatev) Her fluid is good and her heart rate was 124bpm. I’m going to get another belly shot soon to post. Otherwise everything is fine. I’ve been getting slight cramping and extremely sharp pains when moving in certain ways. I also can’t lie on my back. It’s incredibly uncomfortable.
I managed to get the wedding playlist complete with Randy and our friend Melissa’s help last night. We have 4 hours worth of music of all varieties. Tomorrow Randy and I are going to mom’s to finalize everything and I’m going to bring stuff over to her house so we can have it all in 1 place. (And we need to do laundry). Colby is also getting his rabies shot tomorrow afternoon. Then we’re scheduling him to get neutered sometime soon.
I’m going to curl up in the corner of the couch now with my wireless keyboard, headphones, and so some voice transcribing to earn my goal of $15/day to cover the rent. Randy is up to 45 hours this week and if he gets OT today he’ll be up to 49 which is always nice but it gets lonely. Such is life.
A flat tire leads the way
Aug 15Today started out as a good day. I left the house to go sell a few Darien Lake tickets to a friend for $50 which I was grateful for b/c it helps curb costs. Well I get there at 8:30 and come back to my little town. I decide to get the pop for the wedding today while I was already out since it was supposed to be close to 90F. I pull into Tops parking lot and hear hissing. Once I get out I see my driver side rear tire quickly deflating. After groaning and trying to call my brother (since he was at my house with Randy) and getting a turned off phone, I get ahold of mom. She gets woken up, has to drive 28 miles to get me, and we drive about 1 mile to get Randy. If I wasn’t 8 months pregnant with constantly swollen feet combined with it being 84F by the time it happened I probably would’ve walked home to get him.
We grabbed him out of a dead sleep and he put my spare on for me (which I also know how to do) and we came back home. Apparently there was a screw in my tire. Being that it’s a clean hole we should be able to patch it and not have to spend money to replace it. After arriving home and hitting the hay again we got up at about 4:30. Since then I’ve been doing ChaCha along with making dinner which was lasagna made with venison sausage and was absolutely declious. Now? My brother, Corey, Randy, and I are all set up in the living room on our computers. It’s typical for Saturdays because it’s Randy’s only day off. Him working 6 days a week sucks sometimes.
We can’t forget Colby in this mix though. I’ve moved my desk to being right in front of the fan due to the 90 degree heat. It’s going to be this bad for the next 2 days too. UGH. Currently the forecast for the wedding is low 70′s and cloudy but no rain so YAY.
