Nothing really out of the ordinary this weekend. Friday after work I went with Romy to go show a house. Of course the potential tenants did not show up. How irritating and rude.
Saturday, I woke up around 11:00 a.m. Romy and I took the kids to a garage sale at Concord Trinity United Methodist Church. It was cool. Everything outside was � off and everything inside was $2.00 for everything you could stuff in a bag. I bought: an antenna for my TV, a really nice iron, a candle holder from Pier 1, 3 books including a grown up Judy Blume book called �Summer Sisters�, assorted items and a school desk with a chair attached for Jackie: for a grand total of $4.50. Ha. That was fun. The kids had each saved up $2.00 so they were both able to buy a bag of toys for $2.00. Who cares if they�re McDonald�s toys?
Romy bought cherry wood end tables and 4 silk blouses.
We had planned on taking the kids to the St. Louis Zoo afterward but we soon realized it was getting late in the day. I volunteered to pay for Burger King for everybody and we decided we�d take the kids fishing afterwards instead.
Everything was good until Jackie got hurt badly while playing on the play equipment. She went down a slide and got nailed four times in the back with a bolt that was sticking out of the slide. I knew that had to hurt! It looked ugly.
Crappy Burger King play equipment!
I was furious. That could�ve been someone�s eye. I asked the manager for a corporate number so that I could call and complain. I let her know I didn�t think it was her fault but there ought to be some way to check the equipment so this stuff doesn�t happen.
We took Jackie home and cleaned up the wound. By now it was too late in the day to go fishing so the kids settled on Dax staying the night instead.
Somehow, between all the craziness, I managed to do laundry and clean some house. I did have Jackie call Uranus and tell him Happy Father�s Day even though it was Saturday. I figured he�d be out at his Dad�s anyway on Sunday.
I pride myself on my ability to be civil and even cordial to my ex-husband. I finally mastered that this past couple years.
Jackie went fishing with Romy and Dax Sunday while I cleaned my grandma�s house. Grandma had some thoughts on what�s going on with Renee. I was sort of glad Jackie didn�t come because her little ears would�ve surely perked up to hear gossip about adults. She is surely my daughter because she secretly craves gossip.
I came home and finished cleaning my house. Not much else happened. Rene� came over and took me to White Castle while Jackie played up at Romy�s. Rene and me� decided we were going to go see �The Stepford Wives� this week. He�s also going to take me shopping for a new pair of Raybans since mine broke.
We were thinking about going Wednesday or Thursday.
This will be the first Monday in months that I�ve come home to a clean house. I�m so proud of myself.
One of my rats is sick. Poor little Cheesy, my white and black fancy rat, has fallen ill. I fear she may not live through the day today. She looks like on of the animals from �The Pet Cemetery�.
Yesterday I was sitting on the couch watching TV when movement in the rat cage caught my eye. The rats were on the bottom floor of their rat �condo� like usual, but while Chedda was moving quickly, Cheesy was wobbling like someone who�d had too much too drink.
I put the remote down and went over and unlatched the door on the bottom of the �condo�.
I scooped Cheesy up so I could take a look at her. She wasn�t cold but she was limp. I was puzzled.
Instantly I could tell she�d lost some weight. Chedda weighs about 5 pounds. Cheesy, the smaller of the two, weighs about 3 on a normal day. I knew right away she was sitting at about 2 lbs at the most and had lost a considerable amount of weight.
I was upset that just a week before, I hadn�t noticed any weight loss or anything out of the ordinary when I had picked Cheesy up.
I noticed she had gunk around her eyes. While holding her I went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and held it under the running water.
I took the wet cloth back with me into the living room. I set about cleaning up Cheesy�s eyes. The gunk was brown. Eww. After I wiped down her eyes, I started to wipe her little body down. That�s when I turned her over and discovered the tumors.
Cheesy has two tumors on her stomach near her groin area. I cleaned them the best I could and wrapped her in a hand towel.
I laid her on my chest and spent some time holding her and petting her. Finally, I put her back in the cage with the towel wrapped around her so she could rest comfortably.
Poor thing.
As of this morning she is still alive. I felt so bad to be going to work instead of staying with her.
10:41 am - June 21, 2004
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