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I knew what was up when I saw him reaching for his keys on a Saturday night. “I have to go out for an emergency run”, he says, “maybe I’ll get some ice cream while I’m there”.

I say “if you love me you’ll get a flavor I like… but if you REALLY love me you’ll buy ice cream with peanut butter in it”… (I hate peanut butter ice cream and won’t eat that flavor and don’t really need to be eating sweets on Saturday night anyway. I’m trying to watch my weight, “trying” being the key word here)

He brought home chocolate. I think he loves me. I guess he doesn’t REALLY love me, or does he? hehe… yum yum… Breyers Chocolate…

I am so freeking sick and tired of Google Adsense. I guess I’m not smart enough to figure out how people make money from it because I have never made one thin dime. I think I’m going to take it off of all my sites and just forget about it. blah!

I never thought it would happen to me, but I am actually making money by blogging.

I have been paid $10.00 for 2 blog posts that I made on my original personal blog and I have 4 posts on another blog approved for $5.00 each (for a total of $20.00) and I’ve been tasked to write a post tomorrow for $10.00. None of these posts were made on this blog, of course, as it is too new to submit to any blog ad networks yet. That’s $40.00 for the month of March so far, woo hoo!

I’m very happy about it. The only problem at the moment is that the blog I’m writing paid posts on has a very narrow niche so there aren’t that many tasks I can take yet.

P.S. If you are wondering if you too can make money by blogging please feel free to check out my affiliates. They are listed on my sidebar under, er, “Affiliates”. heh

I realize my posts are disjointed and sometimes don’t make total sense, but it will just have to be that way until I finally recover (if I ever do) from whatever ailment it is that makes it hard for me to communicate sometimes. All in all, I’m sure the services of a good therapist would help the process, but how does an agoraphobic get themselves to the therapist in the first place? That’s one thing I’ve always wanted to know. LOL

She took her walker outside to plant a potato (yeah, you read it right, heh) and to weed her flower beds. She said she fell foward and couldn’t get up. She yelled but nobody could hear her. Finally one of her neighbors heard her and went to get Louise but they couldn’t get the Old Lady into her house. They had to go get a young man to help get her in the house. (The young man who the Old Lady didn’t even know lived with the neighbor and looked like he was in his early 20’s and was clean cut and he said he was a physical therapist.)

They finally got her into her house and into her recliner. She said she was not hurt and had no pain anywhere. She also said Louise gave her a pain pill.

I know she should not be living alone and I know this blog makes my husband and I look like complete asses for allowing her to live alone. There is a lot more to it than I have written so far. I’m not sure why I’m writing about her in this blog. Maybe it is to explain myself. I have some guilt inside and maybe I’ll be able to purge it here. Or maybe not. It might make it worse. (which is has so far.)

My job is to call the Old Lady every day to make sure she is still alive. I usually call her at 11:00am every day. I tried to call her today but her line was busy and was busy for a few hours. I finally called her on her cell phone and asked her if she was on the phone or if one of her phones was off the hook. (She has at least 4 phones in her house.) Well, she said she wasn’t on the phone so I told her to go check to see if one was off the hook. She called me back to let me know the pink phone in her bedroom was indeed off the hook.

Louise is the neighbor that checks on the Old Lady every day to make sure she is alive. She is about 74 and still active. She is a good-hearted lady and as far as I can tell would never hurt a fly. But my MIL is so bitter and unhappy and jealous that she makes fun of, gossips and makes snide remarks about everybody she knows. That’s why I keep my distance from her. No point in giving her more to be nasty about.

Here is the conversation:

Old Lady: You can’t tell by looking at the pink phone in my bedroom but if it gets bumped a little it is off the hook but it doesn’t look like it. (repeated several times)

Me: Okay, I was starting to worry about you.

Old Lady: Well Louise is not home. She went to get her nails done. Her fingernails and her toenails. Like anybody cares! *snide chuckle* Poor thing. Nobody cares about her.

Me: I think that’s wonderful. If it makes her feel good that’s all that really matters.

Old Lady: She is going to see Humperdink tonight. I saw him before in Punta Gorda. I used to have all his records but I gave them away in a garage sale. I don’t know why she got her nails done, nobody cares about her, poor thing.

Me: (exasperated) I don’t think she is “poor thing” for doing something that makes herself feel good.

Old Lady: Well, I have to hang up now.

Me: Okay, have a nice day.

All in all, the conversation wasn’t that bad, especially after typing it out. It is just the nasty way she has of saying snide things about anyone and everyone, and Louise is a person that cares enough about her to check on her and run her errands sometimes.

There. Maybe I can stop being annoyed now.

Nothing like spending the afternoon in the Walmart with an 84 year old lady who can only walk a few feet before tumbling over.

You know, I really wanted to write about this but I am so drained, so thoroughly drained, that I don’t even have the strength to talk about it. I just want to forget it.

The results of her protime test (at the heart doctor’s office) was within the range is it supposed to be. She can take the same amout of rat poison (Coumadin) and doesn’t have to have it checked for another month. At least that was good news.

I have to take my mother-in-law to the heart doctor tomorrow for a finger prick to check her protime level. I dread it. She will henceforth and forever be referred to as “the Old Lady”.

FanceePantzz was the one of the three that wasn’t sick at all. All she is is FAT! heh

Can’t leave her out so here is her picture.

We put ointment in both of Shimmer’s eyes last night and this morning and they are both improved now.

Maybe I can think of something else to write about besides these cats. :p

It just seems to be working out that way now. *big sigh* (I sure am sighing a lot lately.)

When we took them all to the vet last week Shimmer’s left eye looked a little weird so the vet gave us some ointment to put in it which we have been doing faithfully.

For the last few days he has been sneezing or coughing every once in a while which I know is not a good thing for a cat to do. Now I just noticed his right eye looks like it is infected and it is closed. Looks like another trip to the vet’s office first thing in the morning.

Skid got to stay home yesterday and he was very happy about it. All in all, he ate a whole can of food (one teaspoon at a time during the day) and was quite a bit more lively than he had been. Over the weekend he was doing so poorly that he would not even lift his head up. Now he walks around and yesterday he even went out on the screened porch.

We took him back to the vet this morning to have his catheter removed from his paw. He was given some pain medication and some antibiotics. His right hind leg still seems to be causing him pain. He is not eating as much as yesterday but at least he is eating.

There was a brief time that I was wondering if this was the end of the road for him. He is not completely out of the woods yet but hopefully he will recover fully and live another happy few years.

Skid spent the day at the animal hospital again today. When he got home he started eating on his own! I hope he continues to improve. He gets to stay home tomorrow. Yay.

Hubby force fed Skid over the weekend but he still refuses to eat by himself. He took Skid to the Vet early this morning and left him there all day.

Skid’s blood sugar was elevated at 278 and we’re told the normal level is 160. He was put on an IV, given appetite pills and force fed during the day. His blood was checked several times during the day also. Hubby picked him up at 6:30pm and brought him home.

He would not eat anything at all and would barely even pick head up. He yowled when he went to the litter box and we never did find out that that was all about. He has to spend the day at the hospital again tomorrow.

Hubby and I took all three cats to the vet last Tuesday for their routine checkups and they all got their vaccines.

Friday morning I noticed our oldest cat, Skid, would not eat his breakfast. This worried me of course, so I called the vet who said to bring him in the next morning.

It turns out he had a delayed reaction from the rabies shot which was making him sick. The vet put a subcutaneous pouch of liquid under the skin on the back of his neck because he had lost 5 ounces of weight since Tuesday and she said he was dehydrated. She also gave Skid a shot and some high calorie food and taught us how to force feed him in case he still didn’t want to eat.

This is my third attempt at a blog. I moved the first time because I didn’t like my subdomain name and I decided I liked Drupal better than Wordpress. So what did I do but move to another subdomain? lol I’d call myself a dummy but who knew? I had no interest in monetizing a blog back then.

So now I have a PR2 blog on the subdomain and a PR0 blog on this new domain. And now I’ve decided to switch back to Wordpress! geez

There is no use crying over spilled milk though, is there? The only thing I can do is pick up and move on from here. Only 3 months (approx) until Google updates their page ranks and hopefully I can be ranked by then. *fingers crossed* I don’t like having a PR0 website.

I’ve started and deleted so many blogs it isn’t even funny.

I always found something I didn’t like about them though so I just deleted them instead of trying to fix them. After all, if you’re on a subdomain instead of you own domain you either have to grin and bear it with a subdomain you don’t like, or you can grin and bear it by starting over again.

I choose to start over. By golly, I’m going to keep doing it until I get it right!