Puppy Accident.

I'm the most terrible mother! Okay, I'm not that bad and really, I shouldn't bee *too* hard on myself. It was an accident...

Today when I was trimming Ruby (I groom our dogs myself), she got her tongue in the way! Yes, it's true. The scissors cut her tongue. I felt SO bad... I started crying. Poor little thing. She's such a small little doggie. It's a very small cut.

She didn't cry or anything, but she bled a lot, and I felt awful! The doctor said I need to watch her for twelve hours so I didn't go to work tonight. I wanted to give her my full attention. I can't let her eat, drink or lick anybody. LOL. Easy for the doctor to say... he hasn't met my dogs! They're lickers!

Anyway, the bleeding has stopped, and she seems to be doing much better. I'm glad I could stay home with her. I tried to get the pet sitter, but she was already busy. :-( And I did let her drink *a little* water. I'm sure she just wanted that taste of blood out of her mouth. She's been sleeping a lot, and I've been letting her bask in the sun with Amber (her sister).

Oh, and today is their birthday! Yay! My babies are two-years-old today. I can't believe it. :)

Jeremy comes home day after tomorrow. Finally! It feels like it's been a long time, but it's only been three weeks. I really shouldn't complain. At least it's not two years like *some* military wives have to endure. He's leaving again in July for the whole month. :( I think I will have company though. Hanna may come and visit. Brittany might come too (not at the same time). And Britt is bringing her new boyfriend. That should be fun.

Okay, well, I have TONS to do with cleaning and getting ready for Jeremy, so I better go. AND I have to check on Ruby again. :)

Money.

I'm spending too much money. There was a point a few weeks ago where I decided that I was finished with spending money.

Then I realized something. We put lots of money away each month for retirement. I mean, this money could buy us cool things now like tents and other cool camping/backpacking/climbing gear. But no... we want to be responsible about our money and taking care of ourselves because we know the government won't when we decide to retire.

So anyway, because we put money away, I figured, I can spend the rest of the money (well, not all of it!) because my good friend Ali always used to say, "Money is for spending!" LOL. He is a child of a wealthy oil man in Saudi Arabia so granted, not the same thing as this situation, but still... helpful. :)

So I've been buying pretty much everything I want lately. *sigh* Now... I wish I wouldn't have spent so much money. But I like all my stuff. And it's not like I just buy "stuff." There are only three things I buy... clothes/shoes, cooking stuff, outdoorsy stuff. None of that is wasted.

NONE of my clothes fit so I basically needed a whole new wardrobe. Everything was too big... for crying out loud, even my panties were falling off me! So... yeah, this week, I will sell stuff on eBay. All week long. I have tons of stuff I don't need so it's all going. :) None of my new stuff though. That will stay. Making money on eBay will be fun too.

Ray Romano?

Ray Romano invaded my dreams last night. It was very strange. I ran out of an auditorium filled with bugs. When I got out, I realized I forgot my jacket, keys and organizer (though, I don't carry one...).

I had to go back in and face the bugs. Then I got out, and Ray Romano was out there giving me a hard time about me *not* wanting to have children. It was strange.

There were also handsome, young guys (high school/college) playing football. Weird, weird dream. No more chocolate before bed. Tee hee.

*emmett* ~ who can't wait for Jeremy to come back home... in 8 days! Woohoo!

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More Gymnastics.

Dude, my stomach muscles are burning! I did a million press-handstands... that must have done it.

On Tues, I also worked out my calves a lot, and this morning I got the worse charlie-horse! UGH! It sucked so hard. I hate those. Worse pain ever. And now it's aching because of it. Oh well... good thing about muscle pain... it goes away. :)

I can't wait till next week after my body has recovered. :) At least my arms don't ache anymore. It's nice to feel myself getting stronger. Gosh, gymnastics is so awesome. I'm stoked I was able to get back into it. Yay!

Gymnastics.

Gymnastics last night was awesome. I worked out so hard. :) I did lots of kips (of course), but I also worked on cast handstands. I've never worked on those before, and I'm not sure why. I'm pretty close. I'm about 3/4 up.

I did some straddle press ones on the tall floor bar. That was fun. I can feel myself getting stronger since I've been back. That's always a good feeling.

Dr. Dave is helping me a lot too. He's so nice. He calls me Sunshine. :) I really like that. LOL. Chris's girlfriend stopped by too, and it was so great to see her. I hadn't seen her since I met her at the Christmas party. She's so cute and fun. I'm so happy for Chris. He's so great. :) Well, all in all, good night. :)

Kissa, My My Kitty.

How ironic. I haven't updated in three weeks, and this entry is about Kissa. *sigh* Or as her new owner likes to call her... Kalea (ka-LEE-uh) Kahuna-Mocha. Not as cool as Kissa, but to each his own, I suppose.

It was as I suspected. My asthma acted up. Yes, getting a kitten was stupid. She was very sweet. But my friend Beth loves her to death. Kissa... err... Kalea is very happy at her new home with her new cat-brother.

Ruby and Amber (the puppies) missed her the first two days, but now they're back to normal. They kind of were freaking out while she was here. It's calmer now, and Jeremy and I are less stressed. For the best. And I still get to visit her. :)

*emmett* ~ who will never get a cat again...

Kissa, My Kitty!

Today...
... we got a kitten. I still can't believe it. It took us hours to decide whether or not to get her. She was so cute and sweet. She likes the dogs...
... and the dogs like her! ;-)

She doesn't cry, and she's a cutie. I was so happy.

It then took us another few hours to decide on a name for her. Jeremy chose Kissa. It means "cat" in Finnish. I think it's perfect for her.

But now... I'm so nervous. What if my allergies and asthma are bad because of her? What if she's difficult to train? What if I can't get somebody to stop by and feed her while we're away? What if? What if? So many questions.

Jeremy says I worry way too much. He's wanted a cat for so long. He loves kitties. I love kitties too though. :) I'm just... nervous, I suppose. Three pets is kind of a lot of work. Was this the right thing to do? Grrr... so many questions.

*emmett* ~ who is confused...

No Voice.

I lost my voice. I sure hope I find it soon. Work will be very difficult with no voice, and that will be poopy. Besides, I LOVE to talk... how will I survive? Well, maybe I'll write more later...

You Want My What?!

I got this phone call today... some telemarketer, I guess. He was from India. Well, he *sounded* like he was from India. He could have very possibly been in New York.

Anyway, he said Jeremy had $10,000 coming to him from the government, and all he needed was our bank account number.

Pshyeah, I'm going to give my bank account number out over the phone. Do I have stupid written on my forehead?

I asked him to prove he was a real company. He replied, "Just give me your account number, and then I'll prove it." Mmhmm... yeah... sure.

*emmett* ~ who, just for your information, does NOT give out bank account info over the phone...

Jaywalking and Laziness.

I think something's wrong with me. My house is a little messy, and I don't care that much. This is probably a good thing.

I'm feeling very lazy lately. All I want to do is surf the internet and eat frozen cookie dough balls. Mmmm... those are so tasty.

Speaking of being lazy... You know something that bothers me? Jaywalkers. I mean, I know they bother a lot of people, but they've been bothering me *more* lately. They stand there and wait, looking for the perfect time to cross, but they *still* make traffic stop for them.

Why did they wait then? And why do they always cross about twenty feet away from a crosswalk? Wouldn't it save more time to just *walk* to the crosswalk?! I mean, you'd think it would since they're standing there anyway looking for the *perfect* time to cross, and there isn't a perfect time because it's not a crosswalk and therefore, cars are continuously moving. Bah! Stupid jaywalkers.

That is all.

*emmett* ~ who will probably end up cleaning like a crazy person here soon... while eating frozen cookie dough balls...

Cake is Good.

Last night I had three pieces of cake after dinner. Three. And I had one right before work so that means I had four pieces of yummy, super-tasty, chocolatey cake in six hours. Wow. I love cake. That is all.

*emmett* ~ who really loves cake and is very glad she made one

I'm Not a Child Molestor! SHEESH!

I got my job back! Woohoo! Yeah... I'm stoked. My boss called me the other day and said, "We've decided that you're *not* a child molestor." Well, ya think?! Pfff...

I missed my girls so much. That is all. Thanks for the well-wishes.

*emmett* ~ who has really been craving cookie dough... not cookies, but cookie dough :)

p.s. I made some cookie dough. It tastes best frozen. Screw the thought of raw eggs being bad for you.

Happy 101st!

Okay, so I know I just wrote an entry like twenty minutes ago, but I just realized that it was my 100th entry, and I promised myself that it would be special and neat. But it wasn't. LOL. It was my first REAL entry about my life... not just another funny story. Well I guess, in a way, that does make it special. It was something new and different for me, even if it was depressing. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you something else. :)

I hate television. I mean, I hate *watching* television. There are only three shows I watch, and I don't even turn on the TV to pass the time. It doesn't even cross my mind. I love The Ellen DeGeneres Show though, and I NEVER miss it. I record it if I can't see it that day. Ellen never fails to make me laugh, and she dances every day on her show, which is just sweet-ass. Oprah does NOT do that. ;)

The other shows I watch are Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and Desperate Housewives (aka DH, not to be confused with DH "Darling/Dear Husband", but I never refer to my husband as such. I will just come out and say "Jeremy"). Yeah... so... both of which are probably in the rest of America's top two. Tee hee.

Anywho, I didn't get to see DH this last week because we were vacationing in Vermont so I recorded it and got to watch it tonight. And I seriously don't think I've ever been this excited over watching a television show. Maybe it had just been so long since I had last seen it. I'm not sure, but it really is a guilty pleasure when I'm squirming with delight during the opening credits. LOL. I was just sitting there laughing at myself... all giddy and goofy that I could lose myself for an hour... forget about my job (or lack thereof) and get wrapped into the lives of the women on Wisteria Lane. Thank you, ABC. Thank you for giving me time off from my sorrow. I appreciate that... now and for every Sunday evening with those ladies left to come. :)

Happy 101st diaryland entry to me!

*emmett* ~ who loves those Desperate Housewives, and isn't afraid to admit it...

A Silly Misunderstanding.

This is embarrassing, but it's happening in my life, so I'm sharing it. *sigh*

Okay, so yeah, I'm a gymnastics coach, right? Well, okay, a few months ago, a 14-year-old gymnast/summer-staff-member needed a ride home because her dad was working. It was late (9 pm). The gym was closing. We called her dad and got permission for me to take her home since it's against policy for a staff member to take home a child. BUT, she's also a staff member so then, that should be okay. I still got permission though, because I am a responsible adult.

Then today, I was fired for it. They just made a mistake... a misunderstanding. But I'm paying for it, and it sucks. I'm fighting for my job though, don't get me wrong. But really, can I go back if they apologize? Eh... I guess I'll have to see what happens. I love my job. I'm good at what I do. And this just sucks. Sorry this is a bummer of an entry, but I thought I should let you all know that I'm severely bummed out right now. *humph*

I'm even losing sleep over this, which I hate. I slept a total of three hours last night, and now it's one in the morning, and I don't feel like I can sleep. Bah.

*emmett* ~ who is rarely 'down in the dumps', but really is today...

p.s. I started another diary for the funny things that the Twinkies say. It's quite cute. Please take a look if you get a chance. :)

Best Husband Ever!

Umm... yeah... I have the best husband EVER!

Who needs chocolate, flowers or jewelry? *My* talented husband wrote me a SONG! That's right... a song. He sang it and played the guitar. All words and music written by him. For me. All mine. About me. And it was so lovely and sweet. I cried.

I'm trying to get him to record it so you all can hear it. He's working on it, but he's a perfectionist so it's taking a bit. He's so sweet, and I'm so blessed. He's the best husband ever. That is all.

*emmett* ~ who has the best husband ever

p.s. Did I mention I have the best husband ever?