digital_opium

I have a chance to go to Disneyworld in two weeks.

I've sort of turned it down.

Alan and I haven't been on a vacation in years. He's been telling me for months that we're going to go to Florida and spend a week just doing Disney things, or just whatever strikes our fancy.

So, he has to go to Orlando for the office kickoff conference. He doesn't really get why I don't want to turn my week's vacation into a two day addendum to his work trip.

Beyond that, I'm not sure I can find someone to take the dogs on such short notice. I was going to ask my brother-in-law to house/dog sit.

Then at my nephews' birthday party, my sister-in-law told me a charming story about what happened to the last dog he took care of for someone.

Let's just say... I think not. I can't trust him not to do something just... stupid.

By the way? You don't tie an 8 week old puppy to a tree and then leave for several hours. He's just damned lucky that the dog wasn't dead when he got back... though from what I understand, 5 more minutes and the pup would have been.

Ugh.

Anyway, yeah. Much angst and personal drama. Woe.

I don't want to be a grown-up today.

I just got back from the emergency vet hospital.

My Indy... my oldest dog... the first dog Alan and I got together.

The vet couldn't tell us for sure.

He didn't want to go outside today. Didn't want to eat. Barely moved.

He threw up a little last night, but I didn't think much of it. Anyone who has animals knows that sometimes they just hurl. Hair ball, playing too hard, ate something they shouldn't have. They just throw up.

But today. Not wanting to go out. Not wanting to eat. Indy's a chow-hound... not wanting to eat is huge. And then when I did get him outside... he almost collapsed.

So emergency vet clinic.

After x-rays and blood work and temperature... None of the news is good. It could be cancer. Could be a bone leukemia. It could be an auto-immune disorder.

It's already been 700 bucks, that we don't have. It could be another 1200 bucks, and after that he could still have less than a 50/50 chance.

I don't want to make this decision. Because I'm afraid I already know what the decision is.

I don't want to be a grown-up today.

Very, very windy out today. Power keeps flickering.

If I disappear, it means the zombies got me again.

And no cell phones.

Joy and rapture.

On the other hand, heads up, Supernatural peoples. I have another vid to rec. Yes! Two in one week.

Go here. Download vid by tnt_dynamite. Watch vid. Drool.

Repeat as needed. But make sure you heed the warnings... nakedity (nudity for those of you who don't speak Cassie-language) is present.

If anyone needs me to upload vid to YSI, let me know. Am happy to do so.

My apologies to those of you I was chatting with last night when I disappeared.

Public Service of New Hampshire decided that I should go to bed early for a change. Early being relative, of course.

This is also known as Zombies At My Power... Again. ©

Or, if you prefer, Mother Pusbucket, Why Do We Live In The Middle of Nowhere? ©

As to why I'm awake? Dogs needed to go out. Which is like an episode of Law and Order. Full of drama and random irritating noise.

Am now going to try and go back to sleep. Will catch you all later on today, providing the Zombie repellant works.

Zombies need to stop eating my power!

I only have one knife and it has to double with kitchen duty. I can't leave it by the front door to kill zombies trying to get in.

Hrmph.

In other news, the power is back on... for the second time tonight.

And the dog bit my knee. It's possible that it's a zombie dog. A not very smart zombie dog, since it went for my knee, not my brain.


ETA: My feet are cold. I have zombie feet!

Dear Universe,

Stop it. Just please stop it.

You conspired to wake me after only 3 hours of sleep. Fine, I'm getting used to that, actually. Which I suppose is part of the problem for you?

Did manage to get a bit more sleep after I took care of boosting the husband's ego instead of killing him (that was after you had contrived to have him yell at the dogs for 15 minutes in the guise of 'putting them outside').

But honestly... I've been up twenty minutes and this is my list so far:

1) Fight with the coffee pot, since someone didn't dump the old, cold coffee and clean out the grounds. I should be used to this one, too, but not quite yet.

2) Put the dogs out, and argue with one of them that no, he can't run up to the street and do his business there.

3) Catch the other dog who slipped his leash and wouldn't come back when called.

4) Fall down in the snow because apparently dock shoes don't work well in snow.

5) Cut my hand open on the rocks hidden beneath said snow.

6) Find out that the door locked itself behind me, and I'm out in a T-shirt with no coat.

7) Pound on the door for 10 more minutes because the husband just doesn't come to see what the racket is about.

8) Receive a glare from husband because the husband, who has the phone glued to his ear (more often than a teenaged girl), apparently seems to think that I'm just ignoring some maniac who is pounding on our door with both fists and the occasional kick.

All this in twenty minutes? I mean, come on, what did I do to deserve this?

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean blood off the door.

No love,

Me

Granted, it's early.

Granted, I'm probably being overly sensitive. I'm a pisces. It's what we do.

Something I've noticed, just recently, because of lack of LJ sending notifs. This means you usually have to go back and look for comments you've left, to see if they've been commented to. Usually I just respond via email, never get back to the page, really.

But when you comment to a post that invites lots of comments, for instance, leaving feedback for a story, and the OP responds to everyone's comment but yours, that's a pretty craptastic feeling. Or one of those memes where you're supposed to post and someone will comment with something nice/something interesting/a memory about you/etc... and you never get comment back? That doesn't feel very good either.

I don't think I'm an attention whore. I don't jump on people the minute they log onto AIM or Y! or what have you. I generally wait for people to ping me first, so I'm not pestering them. I don't leave copious unsolicited comments to people screaming 'look at me! Pay attention to ME!'.

I understand that comments get missed. Especially with LJ notifs being crazy lately. And I can understand how a single comment to a post can be missed, the last one on a page, an older entry, the comments didn't require a response. It happens, and not every comment requires a comment in return. Hell, I know I've missed things that should have had tags back.

But there are times when being left out sucks. I'm just sayin'.

Yeah, It's early. I'm being overly sensitive. I'm a pisces. I need to go back to bed.

Fuffin' OW, dammit!

Note to self. That shiny metal pan you just took out of the oven? Hot. Next time don't grab it with bare hands, moron.

In other news...

Ow. :(

To continue the theme of the evening, let me tell you a little tale.

My computer sucks. I leave it running all the time, because to reboot it takes forever. I don't know why, it's been acting like this for some time now. It can literally take 30 minutes to finish booting. I am not technologically savvy enough to dig around and try to figure this out. Husband is, but when I tell him about these things, he just looks at me blankly. Thanks, dear.

So. Let me paint a little picture for you, of installing software.

It is not unlike a really bad first date.

Things start out well. A decent meal, a fine glass of wine, maybe a movie.

Welcome to iPod updater. Would you like to install this software? Click Yes to continue.

There's a little hand-holding, maybe a kiss after the flick.

iPod updater will be installed in the following folder. Is this okay? Click Next to continue.

Things seem to be progressing nicely. A little slap and tickle, a touch here, a kiss there.

Please wait while iPod updater installs the following files on your computer.

Proceed to the bedroom, because hey, things are going swell!

iPod updater has completed the instalation process. Press Finish to exit.

Clothes come off...

Your computer must be rebooted to finish the installation. You can reboot now, or choose not to use your computer again until the computer has been rebooted.

Wait wait wait! Where did that ball-gag and table leg come from?! CRAP!

And it's actually more like a blind date? Because you never know which piece of software you install is going to make you reboot.

So endeth the story.