Tuesday, December 8, 2009

No. I Am Not Dead

Where have I been? Oh my.
Well. It was one of those days when my first step out of bed, painful as it was, was made ever-more unhappy by landing in dog poop.

I should have just gotten back in bed but no, that is not me.

I got up and cleaned up about fifteen dog poops and read the paper, etc. and by the time I got on the internet, I realized that my router was FUCKED! It had been displaying symptoms of fuckatude for a few days and there it went, right down the toilet with the dog poop. Not literally. That would have fucked up my septic tank.

Anyhoo, I got tech help, after finally realizing that no, Embarq did not change to Verizon, it changed to Century Link! Century Link? What the fuck does that mean? Anyway, the woman at Verizon tried to make me feel like an idiot but I refused to be embarrassed. Century Link will probably BE Verizon by tomorrow so whatever.

When I described my router symptoms to the lady at Century Link, I was told to go to Tallahassee and pick up a new router. Okay. I had planned to go to town anyway.
And I did. The guy at Century Link was very cute and very nice. He had that puffy sort of dreaded hair down past his waist and I made him laugh and we all know I live to make people laugh. Really. Unless it's a day where I live to make people cry.

Then I went to about fifteen other places for about fifteen other things including Goodwill where Tuesdays are Senior Discount Days (25% off! Can I get an amen?) and so I bought everything there I possibly wanted which was not much. Oh well.

And now I'm home and I have a million things to do to try and catch up from a day spent in town
and I just wanted to tell everyone that no, I am not dead. I am fine. It was my router that died, not me.

And oh! Owen's tongue-clip procedure went very well yesterday, he hardly fussed, although I cried. I couldn't help it. He's my little Owie, my little pat-a-cake boy, my little crack baby. I call him that not because his mama did crack but because he IS my crack, so I suppose I could also say that Owen is my crack, Baby. Whatever.
I didn't get to see him today and my heart is slightly broken. I'll get him again on Thursday.

So that's the report here from Lloyd where I have a spandy new router for the other crack in my life- the internet- and all is well and all is fine and all is just dandy.

23 comments:

  1. Glad to hear all is well with you and the little guy. Hate cleaning dog poop, though.

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  2. please tell me more about this magical place named goodwill becaus ei recently stumble over its name all over blogland...

    err* do poo? 15? in words: fifteen??? what the hell do you feed them dogs with? brecoschmeco extra poop-food?

    i m glad you didnt just slipped back to bed..i mean..you still had dog poop on your foot!!

    :-)

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  3. Oh, good. Now I can stop calling Kathleen and fretting.

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  4. Those dogs need to go sleep outside. Dog. House.

    Though my dog got up and pissed right in front of us (italics) in the kitchen this evening. Lazy ass bastard. Another nail in the coffin...

    When mydaughter had to have her heel prick test we nearly wimped out and passed on it, we were so upset.

    Then we did it. Her Dad held her, the midiwfe warmed her foot in water, she gasped a tiny bit asthe needle came out - and that wasit! Not a whimper, and no bother. The mw said it wasn't always that easy, but I felt like an idiot for making such abig deal of it :)

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  5. I'm glad. I had been wondering if you'd gone off somewhere on a whim.

    I left the room for my daughter's heel prick. I thought I would pass out (I was still a bit wobbly on my feet) and I thought I could do more good by being there one second after to comfort her. And I was.

    I'm glad you were there to hold Owen.

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  6. Angie- Yep. All's well. And I don't think anyone likes to clean up dog poop and if they do, they're weird and I don't like them.

    Danielle- Goodwill is a place where they sell donated (generally used) items. Sometimes you find treasures. I found a few today. Sort of. Nothing great. But it's a very fun place to shop because you never know what you'll find.
    Okay. There were not really fifteen dog poops. Only about four.
    And yes, that is the main reason I did not go back to bed.

    Jan- I just got off the phone with Kathleen! I love being fretted over. But I apologize.

    Jo- You're not telling me anything I do not know. As to the heel sticks- gah! I used to have to DO those at the birth center where I worked and it's so hard to get babies' heels to bleed and I hated that chore. I would put warm compresses on their little feet before I did it to try and get the circulation going and I just almost cried every time I had to do it. I'm glad your little girl went through it so easily.

    Mwa- Read above. ARG! And I couldn't stand it when my own babies had their heels pricked. They didn't let either one of us hold Owen. They took him AWAY! But honestly, he didn't hardly fuss at all and it was so quick!

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  7. Amen for you not being dead! Amen for routers back up and running, and Amen for 25% off! I too had a step in poo kinda day, only I got peed on in bed by a pissy cat. Now you can skip my whiny blog! Glad Owen didn't cry, I always cried when my babies got hurt, I'm a wimp that way. Glad you're back.
    Crack baby, ha ha! I guess the internet is my new crack!

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  8. Well I'm glad you're not dead.

    The internet is my crack too, and especially blog reading... so coming home from work and finding no new post to read from you -- well I figured you might be dead. Just kidding, but I was wondering.

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  9. Oh, thank goodness. I had the passing thought that you'd gone and run away with baby Owen.

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  10. I'm rather new at this village well, so I wasn't sure if you always blogged on such a regular basis, or were just reeling me in.
    Because there I was with my bucket and my listening ears , and I thought someone forgot to tell me it had dried up or something.

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  11. Alex now needs to get his tongue snipped and I am not happy about it because obviously.

    Also, I was worrying about you. But I have been working my butt off and haven't touched my reader. I am not dead either. YAY!

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  12. Mel- Ooh. I think I would rather step in poop than be pissed on by a cat.
    At least I didn't have to change the (clean) sheets.

    Jill- Nope! Not dead. Still here and feisty. Sort of.
    Thanks for coming by! Come back any time.

    Elizabeth- Nah. I like to slDebeep too much. I will gladly take Owen all day but when it come to night time, he needs his mama and his nursies. And I need my sleep.

    Deb- Nope. The well is brimming but the bucket wasn't working.

    Aunt Becky- Isn't it nice to be fussed over and worried about? Alex will be fine. Don't worry. I promise. But you'll still probably cry. And that's okay.

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  13. heheheheh!

    It was fun chatting last night. We haven't done that in a while. sorry bout yer router, RIP.

    xo pf

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  14. Ms. Fleur- I know! We covered a lot of ground. And my new router rocks!

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  15. Can someone explain why we are pricking baby heels to us non-baby-raising folk? It sounds so random!

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  16. It's some sort of test... Not sure what anymore, but it's ridiculous the amount of crap they do to newborns. I wish someone would explain it to me too!!

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  17. Grasshopper and Ms. Fleur- There are certain blood tests they do to diagnose disorders which, if dealt with as soon as possible, can be taken care of easily. They are rare, but they test all the babies.

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  18. Thank the universe you are back. :)

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  19. I get in a total tizzy when my computer goes kaput. This coming from a girl who could barely send an email a year ago. Yup. Just like crack. One blog hit and I was done.

    I'm glad Owen wasn't too distressed by the clipping. Glad you all got thru it OK.

    Love you.

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  20. Steph- I am so happy to be wanted.

    Michelle- Yep. One blog hit. Done. Love you, TOO!

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  21. Welcome back! I am now going to call my Owen and my Joel my crack, babies.

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  22. Nancy- Just watch where you say it.

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