It's My Place: Just Stuff

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Just Stuff

Crazy Dog is still licking his front leg, even with the bandage on it. Every evening I change the tape covered gauze on his leg, and spot doesn't look any better than before I took him to the Doggy Doc.

So, fearing it would get infected, and would need antibiotics, I said to myself

Diane (you know the story), you had better find something to replace both the tape and guaze for Crazy Dog's leg.

While at the sports store today after getting off work early (more on that later), I found exactly what I needed for CD's leg:

Yes, they are finger sleeves, the ones basket ball players wear (WHY do they wear these?). Here is CD with his new stylish gear:

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I've been in another class for the last 2 days and fortunately the class is held near the place that pays me. Today , while leaving the hill for lunch, I noticed the street was blocked by the police and all traffic was diverted off the hill through a never used access point. Once back in civilization, I met up with the person that signs my timsheet, and was told that they found an unexploded present from one of the World Wars about 3 minutes driving from where I pick cotton. This isn't the first time this has happened, but it is the first time that everyone had to leave the area, and was told to take the afternoon off.

Hopefully everything has been defused by tomorrow, because I plan to pick cotton for half a day, then start my long weekend, which is P's birthday weekend.
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While waiting in exhile this afternoon from the place that pays me, I got THE MOST cryptic message on my handy (cell phone) from my oldest brother.

What's up, call me, I've got something to tell you.

Let me start off by saying that I HATE cryptic messages!! If there is something that you need to tell me, JUST SAY IT, I don't care if you leave a message!! I tried to call him back, and of course, there was no answer. An hour after I received his call, he finally called me back to tell me that my grandfather (mother's dad) died this morning. He had been sick for some time. I haven't seen him since before I joined the Army in 1994.

One of the main reasons that I hadn't seen him in over 10 years was because there was always a chance that I would see my Egg Donor, and I was never quite ready to deal with her in any way (and still not). I haven't seen ED since I was 26 (I'm 35 now). Before that, 18. Before that, 12 (at my brother's funeral). Before that, I think I saw her only a few times.

With that said, I'll send flowers or a plant, but we won't be making the trip across the pond.

7:02 PM |

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