Thursday, July 16, 2009
Where Have I Been All Week?
I have been worrying about my female cat, Dakota Sioux. Here's a picture of her showing what we have since found out was a polyp in her right ear.
It wasn't getting any better as the days passed by but it didn't seem to be bothering her much either. Little did we know. She seemed to be a happy cat. One day finally I decided enough is enough, this cat needs to see a vet. So the appointment was made for last Friday, the 10th. We learned that the round circular growth in her ear might be a polyp and it needed to come out. We were sent home with pills, special ear drops, and ear cleaning liquid. And an appointment for the 16th for surgery. With no guarantees.
Meanwhile, Dakota has been a different cat since the infections (yes, she had two different types of infection) have been treated as well as inflammation in the ear. Poor little kitty. Who knew? She wasn't complaining. What a little trouper. But like I said, she is so different, and I mean that in a good way. Not that she was a terror or anything, she was always a good cat. But she is more calm and relaxed now and much more affectionate. I guess I'd be cranky and grouchy too if I had something like that going on in my ear. People would be missing fingers.
And her brother? I'm sure he misses her but you would never know it. I'm also sure he will be glad to see her when she comes home.
We took her back to the vet this morning for the operation. I spoke to the doctor a little while ago and was told her surgery went well. The doctor said the polyp grew from within (inside to outside) and grew through her ear drum. Her ear drum was destroyed as a result. They are sending a biopsy of the polyp, if that is what it is, to the lab and we won't have those results back for at least seven business days. Best case scenario will be a benign polyp, and that is what I am hoping for.
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Not Just Another Sunday
I love night racing but it also leaves a void for me on Sunday. I did catch the IRL race though and was very happy that Dario Franchitti won. My other two favorites, Danica Patrick and Marco Andretti, had a good day also. I don't know why, but that was the first IRL race I've seen this season. And I watched almost all of them last year. Shame on me.
Dale Jr. did well in Saturday's Cup race. He was in the top 5 for awhile but later in the race he dropped down and I don't think he fell any farther than 15th, which is where he finished. They are making progress. I know a lot of his fans want instant success but the COT car just has him by the gonads and won't let go. One of these days it will come to him and he will conquer that damn COT car. I would like to see him win at least one race this year though.
I'm sorry, but I had a good laugh over all the things that happened to PeeWee Herman (aka Vile Kyle Busch) in that race. He was like the silver ball in a pinball machine. When he wasn't hitting the wall, it was hitting him. I don't think he finished the race either. I wasn't paying attention. Don't believe me, yes I was. I just can't remember. All I could think of was, paybacks are hell. And I truly love when he gets them. What goes around, comes around. And his goes around comes around disk is spinning so fast it can't keep up with him.
So what did I do Sunday without a Cup race other than watch the IRL race? Not much. I didn't do a lick of housework that's for sure. Not even dishes. I did make pancakes for breakfast. But I didn't cook dinner. Nope. Instead I treated my husband to dinner and dessert at a local restaurant. He always treats me so I thought it's about time I do the same for him. Did I hear someone ask what I had for dessert? Aha! I thought so. Well...I had fresh strawberry pie with whipped cream. And let me tell you, it was dee-licious. Diet be damned.
On a different note, I had a sick kitty that I had to take to the vet last week. She had/has an infection in her ear with inflammation. Besides the antibiotic injection she got at the vet, she is also on a pill and gets ear drop medicine twice a day. And an ear cleaning every other day. Thursday she goes back to the vet bright and early and will get the growth cut out of her outer ear. I will be on pins and needles till I am able to call about her in the afternoon to see how everything is. The growth (which they are calling a polyp) will be tested and hopefully it will be benign. Fingers crossed, prayers needed.
Over and out.
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Friday, July 10, 2009
Second Thoughts?
I received this in an e-mail so I a guessing there are some of you who have already seen or read this. It really hits home. How many people who voted for Obama still feel strong enough about that vote?
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Letter From Grandpa
John is 63 years old and owns his own business. He is a life-long
Republican and sees his dream of retiring next year is now all but
gone. With the stock market crashing and all the new taxes coming his
way, John knows he will be working for a good number more years.
John has a granddaughter. Ashley is a recent college grad. She drives
a late model car, wears all the latest fashions, and also likes going
out and eating out a lot. Ashley campaigned hard for Obama, and after
he won the election she made sure her grandfather (and all other
Republican family members) received more than an earful on how the
world is doing to be a much better place now that Obama won the
election.
Ashley recently found herself short of cash and cannot pay her bills,
again. As she has done many other times in the past, she e-mailed her
grandfather asking for some financial help. Here is his reply:
"Sweetheart,
I am replying to your request for more money. Ashley, you know I love
you dearly and am sympathetic to your financial plight.
Unfortunately, times have changed. With the election of President
Obama, your grandmother and I have had to set forth a bold new
economic plan of our own....the 'Ashley Economic Plan'. Let me
explain. Your grandmother and I are highly productive, wage-earning
taxpayers. As you know, we have lived a comfortable
life and in return have forgone many things like fancy vacations,
luxury cars, etc. We have worked hard and were looking forward to
retiring soon. But this plan has changed. Your president is significantly raising
our personal and business taxes. He says it is so he can give our
hard earned money to other people.
Do you know what this means, Ashley? It means less income for us.
Less income means we must cut back on many business and personal
expenditures.
One example is, we were forced to let go of our receptionist today.
You know her. She always gave you candy when you visited my office.
Did you know she worked for us for the past 18 years? I can't afford
her anymore.
That is a taste of the business side. Some personal economic effects
of Obama's new taxation policies include none other than you. You
know very well that over the years your grandmother and I have given
you thousands of dollars in cash, tuition assistance, food, housing, clothing, gifts, etc., etc. By your vote, you have chosen another family over ours for help. Judging from your Email requesting more money, I recommend you call 202-456-1111. That is the direct telephone number for the White House.
You yourself repeatedly told me I was foolish to vote Republican. You said Mr. Obama is going to be the people's president and is going to help every American live a better life. Based upon everything you have told me and things we
heard from him as he campaigned, I am sure Mr. Obama will be happy to
send a check or transfer money into your checking account. Have him
call me for the transaction and account numbers, which by now I know
by heart.
Perhaps you now can understand what I have been saying for all my
life: those who vote for the president should consider what the impact
of an election will be on the nation as a whole, and not just be
concerned with what they can get for themselves (welfare, etc.). What
Obama voters don't seem to realize is all of the "government's" money
he is 'redistributing' to illegal aliens and non-taxpaying Americans
(deemed "less fortunate") comes from tax money collected from income
tax-paying families. Remember how you told me, "Only the richest of
the rich will be affected"? Guess what, honey? Because of our
business, your grandmother and I are now considered to be the richest
of the rich. On paper, it might look that way. But in the real
world, we are far from it.
But, as you said while campaigning for Obama, some people will have to
carry more of the burden so all of America can prosper. You
understand what that means, right? It means that raising taxes on
productive people results in them having less money. Less money for
everything, including granddaughters.
Congratulations on your choice for "change". For future reference, I
encourage you to attempt to add up the total value of the gifts and
money you've received from us over the years, and compare it to what
you expect to get over the next four years from Mr. Obama.
Remember, we love you dearly... but from now on you'll need to call
the number referenced above when you need help.
Good luck, sweetheart.
Love, Grandpa
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Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Have You Ever?
Ten years ago when we put a shower/tub surround in our bathroom, I bought two corner shelves so we had a place to put our personal items. At the time I was addicted to QVC and that is where I found the shelves. They were a godsend for me. About a year ago one of them fell down. There was still enough sticky substance on the pads that enabled me to put it back up and it held a little while longer. The next time it fell down, it stayed down. The other one lasted a bit longer and eventually would not stay up either. I researched the company only to find they have gone out of business.
For many months now I have been operating without extra storage space in the shower. And that makes me very unhappy. I hate having to put bottles of shampoo and conditioner in the corners of the tub. I finally relented to the fact that I should maybe try one of those tension rods with baskets. I don't really like them and I never wanted one in my tub. But there comes the day when one realizes if one wants storage one must work with what is available. We can't use the type that fit over the shower.
Over the weekend we went shopping for one of those freaky tub pole things. Against my better judgment. Lucky for us, the first store we set foot in had them on sale. Gee, did we want brushed nickel? Or maybe chrome? Oh God no, I do not want chrome. Perhaps we could buy the white coated metal. One day I want to need something, walk into a store for it, and find one kind only staring back at me, as if to say, your wish is our command.
I finally decided on the white coated creature. They were out of the nickel, and as I said chrome is no longer in my vocabulary, so the choice was fairly easy. This time. Next time I need something maybe I won't be this lucky. I hate standing there checking every little detail out before making a decision to purchase. It's one of my bad habits. And it drives my husband insane. Sometimes that's a fun thing to do.
The night we bought it, I took it into the bedroom and emptied the box onto the bed. With the instructions in hand, I went over all the pieces I was supposed to have. And as I was doing that I was not paying any attention to the condition of certain pieces. Why would I? I was too dang excited about finally solving one very big problem.
There was one piece missing. A small round white plastic ring. I don't even know where it goes or what it will be used for, but as I started taking note of the rest of the pieces I finally figured out that someone else had bought this very same box. And when they found that one tiny piece was missing, they returned everything to the store and probably never mentioned a missing piece. Apparently the people at the store never looked inside the box because it found its way back onto the shelf.
It never occurred to me why the small plastic bag was ripped apart. It never occurred to me that the Styrofoam was in pieces at the bottom of the box. It never occurred to me that some of the rods were not in their respective plastic sheaths. I didn't see those things because of my excitement. And when it finally did occur to me that I was the second person to drag this creature home only to find one piece missing, I was pissed off at myself for being so blind and stupid.
The first thing we did Monday was return it. I told the girl at the return desk about the missing piece and that whoever bought it first also returned it probably without saying a word about anything other than it wasn't the right color or it didn't work out the way they thought it would.
The moral of this story is: never take anything from the front...take from the back. I always take from the back. When my husband saw me taking the first one right in the front he said he wanted to ask me why I didn't take from the back like I always do. I wish he had said something. It would have saved us another trip to the store.
Needless to say, we checked the contents of the box before buying it. Now I can go back to being happy again. Sometimes it doesn't take much to do that.
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Sunday, July 05, 2009
Kyle Busch Got His Bell Rung
Kyle is shown here blocking Tony Stewart. Once wasn't enough, he blocked him twice. Tony showed him that it wasn't very nice to block him.
After he hit the wall, Kasey Kahne put another whammy on Kyle.
He still wasn't finished being punted all over the track. A few other cars plowed into him.
He climbed out of his mangled race car and walked away, probably wanting to get to his hauler for an aspirin. He was intercepted by track officials so they could take him to the infield medical center to check him out. He didn't want to go, so they physically forced him into their vehicle.
I have one question. Why didn't he bow after his accident like he does when he wins a race? I thought his performance warranted a bow. Heh.
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Up And Running
It's almost a month that our wind turbine has been in operation. I will have a more extensive post within a week or two with photos.
It sits behind our house and can be seen from the kitchen window (I like to look at it while doing the dishes), and it is the first thing I see when I awaken in the morning and look out the bedroom window.
This week will be a busy one for us and I will try to post during the week if something of significance happens. We will be going to the Kutztown Folk Festival one day (yes, there will be photos), and of course a big racing weekend is looming on the horizon with activities starting Thursday at Daytona.
Dale Jr. will be in the Nationwide race as well as the Sprint Cup race. He and his team have gained a lot of strength and things are starting to look good for him. It was getting to the point with me that I didn't want to watch the races for how poorly he was running. At this juncture, any sane Dale Jr. fan realizes he won't make the Chase, but there are races to be won. I think before the season is over (we're coming up on half way), he will be in Victory Lane.
Did someone ask me whatI thought of Danica Patrick coming over to NASCAR? No? No one asked? Well, I will give you my thoughts about that subject anyway. I'm all for females running with the boys; however, I truly do not think Danica has the stamina, or the patience, to run a season with 36 races starting in early February and ending in late November. And she has to "earn" her way into the Cup races via some ARCA/ReMax races and then at least a year of Nationwide races. To just stick her in a Sprint Cup car would be insane. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
Crazy Weather Is Everywhere
Here are two pictures taken on the same day. First we had hail. Lots of hail. Please pardon my blurry photo; it was taken through a window. And please pardon our deck; it needs to be power washed and stained. It's a long story as to why it hasn't been done yet but I promise you, it will get done before the snow flies.
Later in the day, due to the fast and furious downfall of rain, flooding occurred all around our community. Actually, it's listed as a village. And the village has grown since we moved here 23 years ago. But I digress...
Across the street from our house is a cornfield. Because we have had so much rain that has left the ground saturated, this rainfall had no place to go. So it formed pools in the fields and poured out into the street. This particular overflow ran down the street which has a slight downgrade, and formed another pool in the street. What a mess. Just look at that wicked sky. (The For Sale sign is for a trailer blonging to a neighbor and we allowed him to put it in our yard. It was sold and is no longer there.)
It's another race weekend. They are in Loudon, New Hampshire, this week. And Friday it rained. Qualifying for the Cup race was canceled as were both Cup and Nationwide practices. Bummer. I love Fridays because of SPEED TV and the racing shows that take up most of the day. But this dadgum rain is enough to drive me nuts. Just about every race weekend so far this year has been plagued with rain at least one day out of the three.
Rain rain go away...and stay the hell away till I am ready to take you back. Don't call me, I'll call you. OK? Thank you.
