She finally has a name!

After trying to make several names fit, she's stuck with Little Bit or Bitsy. I called her that earlier today and when my brother came out to talk to her he called her that too. So I figured if we both came up with it, seperately then it must be right. Thank goodness her name isn't Foxy Bob. LOL

She has declared the tiny space between my chair and the boxes under my desk as hers. She has warned both of the big dogs off. Sunshine is still getting way too excited when Bitsy is moving about. But Louie is just not happy. For one thing Louie is jealous, I knew that going in to this. For another he just doesn't know what to do with Bitsy. ;-0

Now Miss Scarlett is very interested in the ball of fluff sharing our space. She's come down to the bottom of her cage to be eye to eye with Bitsy. Bitsy barked and Miss Scarlett stared, then climbed back up to her perch. LOL

We are getting ready to go have some quiet time, we've been out here in the hustle & bustle for quite a while. Plus I only slept for a couple of hours this morning and that was after Bitsy was out of her crate and in bed with me. ;-0

When I first met her she was much fluffier. They had to shave her to spay her so that's why she's not quite as fluffy as she should be. I found a doggie sweater I got for Dad's old Killer dog. It fits Bitsy, she's not sure she likes it but it's cold & windy out there today. So maybe she'll learn to like it or at least tolerate it when she has to go.

I'm Soooooo Excited!!!!!

I finally found my fluffy, little puppy today!!!!! I just happened to check the shelter web site right before I took my brother, Joe to work. And there she was a little red, pale red, pom. I called them and they told me she was going to a rescue. I told them I wanted to see her and would more than likely adopt her. I've wanted a pom for years and years.

So I went out there and they have a new state of the art facility. For so many years they just had one small building and a couple of sheds for storage.

So I go into the little room and they bring her in. She's 6 months old, and comes from a hoarder's house. That worried me a bit because dogs in those situtations don't get socialized much. But she's very curious, she checked out my leg brace, it didn't scare her she just wanted to see what it was. She's very kissy and sweet. She didn't know what to do with the toys in the room because she's never had any. I filled out the paper work and she's mine. I'll pick her up from the vet, tomorrow or Sat. after she's spayed. She doesn't have a name, so I'll have to figure out what it should be. I'll post pictures when I get some. I only have a small one on my cell phone right now. I asked her to sit for it and she did. ;-0

I don't have the words to tell you how excited I am right now. I haven't felt this good in years. I want to jump up & down, dance, yell it from a mountain top! LOL

I know I'll have to change my schedule so she can be trained. That's a good thing. Last time I was going through a time like this I had a dog named Duke. I had to get up at a decent time to care for him. I had to be active for him. So now maybe this will help get me moving along the right track again. I know it sounds like I'm putting a lot on her tiny little shoulders. But whether or not I'm movtivated she'll have a wonderful life her with us.

She's not housebroken but that shouldn't take long with Sunshine & Louie to help her. I want to take her to obedience school and socialize her. There's just so much to do. It's like bringing home a baby. LOL I went out to the pet store and got puppy food, a new bowl a couple of tiny little toys. :-) I was going to get a collar & leash but I realized I don't know what size collar to get. I know it has to be small but I need to know the exact size. So I'll do that after I pick her up. I'm thinking of getting her a tiny bell to put on her so I can hear her coming. ;-0 I did get Sunshine & Louie some special treats that they don't always get. I didn't want them to feel left out. Plus I let them smell me when I got home from holding her so they would at least maybe connect her scent to me. I'm not really worried about them not liking her. Louie loved Sunshine the minute we brought her in the house. Plus they used to have a little dog so they already know how to treat one.

Joe will have to dig Killer's crate out of the garage for me. I'm going to put it in my room. But I want her to learn to sleep on the bed with me eventually. Once she's all potty trained. ;-0 I have it all figured out how to make room for her and everything. I've been thinking about this a long long time.

So WOOOOHOOOOO!! LOL

Doctors, Pharmacies & Insurance Companies, Oh My!

Recently I had to find a new doctor. This is the 3rd doctor, I've had in 4 years.

The first one I'd had for quite a while but he moved to another practice that didn't take my insurance. Now I liked him, he was a nice age, meaning he was at least as old as me and didn't look 17. LOL We had an understanding he didn't yell about my weight and I would try to lose some of it.

But I had to settle for a new doctor at the practice. She looked all of 21, was a foot shorter than me and probably a size 2. This did not make for a good doctor patient relationship. ;-0 She was good though, even if she spent most of her time trying to find even more things wrong with me. As far as she was concerned, someone my size should have heart, lung & kidney trouble. Not to mention my liver, thyroid and pancreas. She tested them all constantly and couldn't find a thing wrong with them. She did help me get my diabetes under control, with lots of meds. but that's better than having to take those shots. ;-0 So when I heard she had left the practice, which had relocated 3 times in the year and 1/2 she was my doctor. I was kind of aggravated. The clinic of course wanted me to pick another of their doctors. But I'd been to the latest location and it was over a 2 block walk from the parking lot to the clinic. That doesn't sound like much I know but for someone like me who can't walk well, that's like saying it's more than a mile away. I decided to look for a new clinic.

My search was postponed for several months, due to family drama, and such. Plus I really didn't want to have to start over with a new doctor.

Finally, after letting everything go, running out of meds. and having raging blood sugar. I found a new clinic and picked a doctor. I picked her alphabetically, her name starts with A, I'm very scientific in such matters. LOL

I saw her the first time last month, and have been through so many tests since I feel like a pin coushin. She didn't put me back on all my meds. at once, she said it would be too much for my system. Little does she know my last doctor put me on most of them at the same time so my system can take it. ;-0 I saw her again Monday, my blood sugar is much better. I've gotten rid of some health problems, that I had no idea raging blood sugar could cause. She decided to put me on the rest of my meds. but she wanted to change one of them. She said the one I was on quit working over time and the newer one didn't so would I be willing to try that? Sure, if it works better as long as I don't have a reaction to it I'll take it. She sent the info the prescriptions right to my pharmacy. She's got this cool computer program that does that and even tells if my insurance company will cover the meds. It said it would so all was great.

Until I go to my pharmacy later that day to pick up everything. I'm told that the new one needs approval. I said from who? The insurance company of course, cool the info has been sent to them I'll pick it up another time. So I go today to pick it up, actually I sent my brother in to grab it for me. He's not in the store 4 minutes when my cell phone rings. They don't have what I told him they should and they're trying to give him the old med. Things like this always happen when I ask him to run in for me. I tell him I don't want the old stuff, I'm supposed to take the new one. They tell him the insurance company won't approve it unless my doctor says I need it. Okay my doctor prescribed it, so isn't that saying I need it? Not according to the insurance company. After a long argument with the 'snotty' girl at the pharmacy he comes out. Oh is he ticked off, because I can't get the med the doctor ordered. The kid worries about me. If you hear of a man going nuts and destroying a pharmacy, pray for us that will be my brother. LOL

So I come home and call my doctor's nurse to leave a message about the mess at the pharmacy. Hopefully, it will all get straightened out, but I'm not holding my breath. If I can't get the new one, I'm not taking the old one. I'm just stubborn that way. LOL

PS. The dog next door had puppies. I can't wait till they are big enough to come outside so I can see them. I wish I could have one but they will be neither small, nor fluffy. LOL Momma is a mixed breed that looks like she has Brittany/and several other things all together. And I bet the daddy is the other dog in the house, he's big & mean looking. He's grey like a Weimeraner (however you spell that) but his head doesn't look right for him to be a purebred one.

A Retarded Fraggle

In the past few years, I've lost some of my control over things I say. I mean occassionally I think something and it comes right out of my mouth. An example of this happened at the store. I was talking to myself quite a bit, the only way to make sure I got out of there with everything on the list. I noticed some Amish people walk past me, in my head I thought, 'Oh, Amish people.' Apparently I said it out loud too because one of the women turned and smiled at me.

So I don't have the inner censors that I used to have. I guess I was being a bit silly yesterday, while shopping. My brother gave me the 'look', and called me a retarded Fraggle. He should actually be grateful, most of the time shopping makes me cranky & mean. I was just singing I don't know why it was bothering him so much. Well, okay so I don't sing like an angel, but still.

I keep telling him at least I have more control than most people with my condition. And he should be glad they don't find me running naked through the local park.

Note: I hope no Fraggles are offended by this.

My Hair

As you can see, I posted a new pic of myself. I finally had one taken that I like. The only problem is that most of that hair is gone.

I was having a bad day, you know you need a change but you really can't do anything about what you need to change. Does that make any sense at all?

So in the middle of a mood swing I decide that the only thing I can really change at that moment is my hair. Plus I realized that I hadn't had a real hair cut in five years. So I trimmed up the front, put the rest in a ponytail. I then handed the scissors to my brother and asked him to lop off my ponytail. Which he did, and he made sure it was all even and everything.

I now have collar length hair and it's driving me crazy. I mean it looks good and I've gotten lots of compliments on it, but it just feels wrong. LOL

I will post a pic when I can, the ones we took didn't come out very good. The lighting was all wrong.

Oh yeah the moral of this little story is "Don't let crazy people play with scissors!" LOL

Quiet?

It's just after 6 am, I don't sleep much these days. Have you ever noticed it's never really truly quiet? I mean there's a sense of quiet after everyone's in bed, but even then it's not really quiet. If I lean back and close my eyes this is what I hear:

the birds singing in our trees.
my dogs snoring
the occassional movement of Miss Scarlett in her cage
the radio in my brother's room
my chair creak when I move
my computer tower humming
the voices in my head, worrying about things that don't truly matter
my heart beat
the sump pump shutting off
the heater coming on
rain softly hitting the sky light
the house making it's usual creaks & groans


This is the kind of thing that plagues my mind at 6 am. LOL

True Love

This has been on my mind since I watched the last new episode of Grey's Anatomy. I just want to slap Meredith and tell her to get over it already. I know she has issues, so do most of the people in the world. I have issues, but I'd like to think that if I had a gorgeous brain surgeon standing there asking me to marry him. Building me a house and telling me he loves even with all my issues, that I'd be able to get past them already.

The other day on one of my groups, there was a discussion about soul mates. Whether they exist or not, what do you think? In the discussion, it was said that everyone has more than one person who could be their soul mate. And the the choices you make in life determine who you end up with (great, I'll be the crazy old lady with all the animals). Also it was said that a soul mate isn't exactly like you but the opposite. That makes sense to me, if I ended up with someone like me one of us would end up in jail for murder. So a soul mate is someone who balances out your personality. Which works for me, some balance would be nice I'm way to wobbly. LOL

Ever since I was little, I've known there was someone out there for me and that when I meet him I will know. How will I know? That I don't know, I suppose I will just feel it. Now I don't expect to end up with a brain surgeon, gorgeous or not. LOL I don't think that looks matter that much, as long as he has a job. I personally think that my soul mate is being held hostage in some deep dark jungle somewhere, just so that I can't find him. It's all a big conspiracy. LOL

So what do you think? Do soul mates exist? What are they exactly?



note: the above post was written while under the influence of heavy medication.