We caught a squirrel today. We are going to rebait for the raccoons tonight. I feel all rustic and hunter like.
I have a ginourmous clinic day tomorrow. Like five appointments. One of which gives me the heebs - the bone marrow aspiration. They hurt, plain and simple. But I can do it.
My brother is in town. He will have a big week too.
I now have a sore throat. I'm hoping it's nothing, but it's really bothering me. Good thing I'm going to see like 80 doctors tomorrow.
I'm watching the Bachelor in Paris now, so I must go.
I think there is a raccoon at my door. Matter of fact, I know there is. EEKS!
Posted by debutaunt at February 6, 2006 07:59 PMI'll be thinking about you both this week...
I hope you can keep us posted.
Posted by: blackbird at February 6, 2006 08:16 PMBest of everything tomorrow, dearie! You CAN do this, and so can your brother. Because love is the most powerful force in the universe, and you have learned to harness that power by giving and receiving it in turn. You're in my thoughts.
Posted by: eclectic at February 6, 2006 10:54 PMUgh...bone marrow tests are the worst. I feel for you.
Take it easy and enjoy the time with your brother (and the raccoons)...
Posted by: amanda at February 7, 2006 06:28 AMA sore throat-OH NO. I hope you woke up and
that bad boy was gone.
I will ditto what Amanda said those bone marrow
aspirations are a major owie.
I think those creatures want to be your friend.
Invite them in and have a little tea party.
I will be thinking about you all day long.
Love,
Nikki
A raccoon at your door? What? Is he selling something? Damn raccoons, I can't believe they'd be out trying to sell door to door that late at night... sheesh... ;)
Posted by: Circus Kelli at February 7, 2006 09:47 AMOY VEY-those big old #@*^@ tell them OUT ALREADY.
I know you are a busy girl today but we still
have class. You can study during your 455 appts.
Say hi to the 80 docs for me.
But I digress the Yiddish word of the day..
do I hear a drum roll...I have been saving this
one for you. It is Bubellah which means Darling.
I know you can put that word in your own sentence. Now we are adding to the list of
names we shall call you. We have Deb, DEBUMA,
BUBELLAH and I will keep adding.
That sis #1 she too is a Bubellah like you.
Remember we are all here, you can do this.
I have my pom-poms out, which should scare
the hell out of you. And of course your
angel Sarah she is in your pocket.
Mwah,
Shoshie
Geez, not the Avon raccoon AGAIN. How many times can you tell the little masked face "I really don't need any Skin So Soft" before you just break down and buy some?
Rock the clinic, darlin'.
Posted by: Bucky Four-Eyes at February 7, 2006 11:12 AMWell, I'm a day late and a dollar short to wish you good luck during your day at the clinic. So, I hope that when you read this you know that I've got you in my thoughts and prayers all the time.
Posted by: cursingmama at February 7, 2006 12:24 PMAll those animals are coming around because
they know you are so much fun.
Good luck today with all your "doctor stuff"
Your brothers big week is a good big week.
Hugs,
Lisabeth
maybe you just need elmer fudd to come and get those wascally wacoons!
Posted by: Traci at February 7, 2006 03:33 PMBy now, with any luck, the 80 doctors have had their fun and you're home again, relaxing in a raccoon-free environment. At least for today. Sending thoughts of health and strength and rest,
~Shari
Posted by: eclectic at February 7, 2006 04:16 PM