Hi again! It's me, Sam's mom. It's been great having you around for the last NINE DAYS. No, really. Watching the dark circles under Sam's eyes sink deeper into his eye sockets has been fascinating. It's like our own little science project! And the way you make him break into full body sweats and twitch and moan all night is swell. Extra points for the convulsive kicks to my stomach.
The day you hit 105.8 was terrific. And we thought you were almost gone! You really outdid yourself there.
Your tenacity paid off, though. Two bottles of Motrin and ten days of Amoxycillin in -- three vials of blood out. Sam's a lucky guy to have a loyal friend like you.
And I appreciate you too. Spending the summer with two cooped-up little boys sure is fun! Fever AND cabin fever! Honestly, I don't know how we can thank you enough.
I'd say come back anytime but I already know you will. I'm sure we'll see you soon~
Sam's mom.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
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Sunday, June 8, 2008
Homeostasis
I've been combing the internet for a twelve-step group. Pet Hoarders Anonymous, where are you? I'm all ready for the first step: admitting that I am powerless over my addiction, and that my life has become unmanageable. I achieved clarity on that point about 48 hours after taking a ferret into our home last week, bringing the grand total to three cats, one dog, one hamster, two fish and a ferret. In about 1100 square feet.
Luckily for myself, my sanity, and my marriage, I came to my senses and found a new new home for the weasel. Now I'm looking for help.
Why do I do it? I wait until our home is in balance and all the pets and people are in harmony. Then, before I know it, I'm back out on the street. Okay, the virtual street. Cruising Craigslist Pets is like crack for me, people. I tell myself I'm just going to check out the free section or maybe see if there's anything new posted on Best-of-Craigslist. But then there it is, winking seductively at me from the upper-left-hand corner of my screen. Pets! I click, and I'm lost.
The drive home from the adoption scene is the best part. The endorphine rush is awesome. I murmur soothing "it's okays" to the pet in the back seat while I call every one I know to announce the new arrival. (Except Tami. Tami knows I'm a sick puppy and she'll tell me so.)
But 24 hours after using--er, adopting--I'm overwhelmed by shame and nausea. The pets are pissed, the husband is grumbling, and my self-worth has plummeted. I've upset the peace in our home again.
Not this time. I'm breaking the cycle. With or without the Steps, which is probably for the best. All that Higher Power shit sticks in my craw anyway.
Luckily for myself, my sanity, and my marriage, I came to my senses and found a new new home for the weasel. Now I'm looking for help.
Why do I do it? I wait until our home is in balance and all the pets and people are in harmony. Then, before I know it, I'm back out on the street. Okay, the virtual street. Cruising Craigslist Pets is like crack for me, people. I tell myself I'm just going to check out the free section or maybe see if there's anything new posted on Best-of-Craigslist. But then there it is, winking seductively at me from the upper-left-hand corner of my screen. Pets! I click, and I'm lost.
The drive home from the adoption scene is the best part. The endorphine rush is awesome. I murmur soothing "it's okays" to the pet in the back seat while I call every one I know to announce the new arrival. (Except Tami. Tami knows I'm a sick puppy and she'll tell me so.)
But 24 hours after using--er, adopting--I'm overwhelmed by shame and nausea. The pets are pissed, the husband is grumbling, and my self-worth has plummeted. I've upset the peace in our home again.
Not this time. I'm breaking the cycle. With or without the Steps, which is probably for the best. All that Higher Power shit sticks in my craw anyway.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Fresh Start
Well then. Seems it's been awhile. Long enough to convince myself that the best way to get back on that blog horse would be to erase everything and start from scratch. (I used to do the same thing with my diary as a kid.) And anyway, if I didn't change it up once in awhile would I really be hypermetamorphic? I thought not.
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