Thursday, 30 July 2009

• Panic, puppies, and pounds

  First of all, I owe my very best friend a huge apology. Most of you probably didn't notice I was missing because I was making a point to at least comment on blogs even though I wasn't writing any. There are some things that were going on that kind of put me into a mental overload and I shut down for a few days. By shut down I mean I turned off my phones, locked my doors, and hid from blogging. In doing so I never really considered how I might panic Amy.

  Amy and I have been best friends for almost six years. We were neighbors when I first moved here and we just clicked. We share a birthday and some days I think we share a brain. She moved a few years ago to another state (something I still am pissy about), but we speak on the phone every single day with very rare exceptions. Well, when she called for five days straight and got no answer from me she began to slightly panic. By slightly panic I mean she assumed something horrific had happened to me or one of the children. I was perfectly safe here at home, but she had no way of knowing this. By Tuesday she had gotten into a full blown panic and began taking steps to find out if I was okay.

  She contacted my local police department asking them to do a well check visit, but she didn't have my new address. She gave them all of my  phone numbers, the name of Matt's employer, all the kids names, and anything else she could think of. She had her poor husband doing online searches for accident reports in my area and even called a few of the local hospitals. She even put up a blog searching for me hoping that one of you had heard from me in the past several days. Her moment of panic came when she realized I hadn't blogged in five days; she said that was when she knew I was dead.

  In my entire life I have never had anyone care so much that they would go to such extremes to make sure that I was alive and well. I am so sorry Amy that I scared you and I promise that the next time I take a mental break, I will call you beforehand and let you know. You are the best friend anyone could ever have and I love you.

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  Since the puppies have weaned from Bella and are eating solid foods now, we decided the time had come to begin the search for new homes. Still being one cheap woman, I went back to Craigslist hoping that I could keep an ad up long enough to find them good homes. My first ad actually lasted about four hours before the flag police discovered I was actually trying to rehome a pet in the pet section.  I had several responses, but none wanting to pay what we were asking. There was one woman that just struck me though and I tried to work with her about bringing it to an amount that they could afford. I don't know what it was, but she just seemed so genuine. When I gave her the fee she was so disappointed, but wished me luck and asked would I contact her if we decided to lower the price. I think it was that response that did it for me.

  I talked to Matt for a bit and asked him what our first priority was with the puppies; a good home or recouping a part of the vet bill for Bella. He of course agreed that a good home was ultimately what we were after and so I emailed the woman back and we came to a price that we could both live with. They came by last night to pick up Pebbles and I knew the moment I saw them with her that I had made the right decision. She had two adorable little girls that simply melted at the sight of the puppy. The youngest kept asking her mommy to "put MY puppy down mommy so I can pet her" Awww. She emailed me late last night to thank me. They are in love with Pebbles and I know she went to a fantastic home. One down, two to go! Look out Craigslist flag police; I am coming back today with a vengeance.

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  I checked my weight last night after a few days of ignoring the scales. I was down another four pounds. I guess mental breaks are good for weight loss; who knew? While I doubt I will be rocking that bikini by the time Sarah gets here; I won't be too far away from that goal.

  Whitney is very sick right now. We took her to the doctor yesterday morning with a really bad sore throat. The quick test for Strep came back negative so now we have to wait to see if the cultures show anything different tomorrow. If she isn't better by Monday and the test remain negative, we head back in to test for Mono. What fun.

  Alyssa is scheduled to head home on Wednesday. The problem is; I am not scheduled to take her to Phoenix on Wednesday; oops. My mom did talk with the dumbass and he told her he would rather she stay because he knows we are in a better position to get her health issues under control, but he doesn't want to force her to stay if she is dead set on coming home. No problem; I will force her and you can be the innocent party. I know that if she starts school and makes some friends that it will all work out, but school doesn't start until September. Keep your fingers crossed I can pull this off.

  That is all from my world. Have a great day. Tomorrow is Zoo day no matter what. I promised Alyssa that nothing would keep us away so we are heading over early in the morning for a day of animals. Talk to you guys soon.

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