First things first-- Molly is no longer Molly. She stopped being Molly before we picked her up. Her name is now Pip.
She is going pretty well. She still doesn't come when you call and is sometimes a bit skittish, but she runs around playing like an idiot sometimes, follows you from a distance when you leave the room or something, and loves to lie in the bean bag. It's even better if someone is in the room with her.
She gets the stitches from her desexing out on Saturday (which is good, seeing we were apparently supposed to keep her quite and haven't really been successful. She has some internal bleeding which is reasonably common and not all that serious, unless it turns into a hernia, or something like that.)
It looks like she might still take a while to train though. Put a leash on her and she either runs around as usual-- which is all fine until she reaches the end of the leash. Then the second option for her behaviour takes over-- she lies down and pretty much refuses to move. Oh well.
Today is Valentine's Day and I find it quite surreal that this is only the second such day that Kel and I have seen together and yet everything has changed so much. We were engaged before we'd seen a Valentine's... We may have mentioned this previously, but back on the first one we decided that we weren't allowed to buy anything for each other. We had to make something. (We are allowed to spend about $10 on buying stuff with which to make the gifts though.)
This year, I made a plaque thing from plaster of paris that had 'Kelly' written in several languages-- Arabic, Hebrew, some Japanese thing (don't remember the name exactly), elvish and a few basically dead languages. I still think it was a good idea (and Kel says she likes it) but it didn't turn out as well as I was hoping (the colour was the main problem). And Kel basically did a little album with photos and scrap-booking type stuff in which she said some very nice things about me in a little album. Now that was great and so much better than some hallmark card and a box of chocolates or something like that. Hopefully we'll be doing similar things 50 years from now.
Anyways, it's nearly 8:30pm on Valentine's Day and I can think of better things to do...
Thursday, 14 February 2008
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Notes from a bludger
Ah, this is the life. Here I am sitting around doing not much of anything while Scott goes out an earns us a living... it's fabulous. And only a little boring. And it's only day two. By the end of the week I'll be phoning random people from the phone book just to say hi.
Seriously though, it's been nice to have a couple of days at the house after the last couple of weeks. We've been running around like mad things trying to get everything organised, mainly at the unit. Hopefully all that hard work is about to pay off. I spoke to the real estate agent today and she said that they were having a 'showing' today and they were expecting a few people to go along so any minute now they're going to call with a list of perspective tenants...Any minute.
I'd also like to set the record straight for all those people who Scott has been telling that I'm going to be sitting around doing nothing while he goes out to work. I've done heaps in the last two days. There's been washing (hung in the carport because it hasn't stopped raining), tidying, filing, cooking dinners. Scott decided to come home for lunch today so I even made us a cooked lunch. I told him not to get too excited because that won't last.
I have been working on my resume but I won't go to any of the nearby childcare centres just yet. We want to give the puppy a chance to settle in a bit first. I'll leave her on her own for short periods of the day at first so she doesn't fret too much if we are both out all day.
Scott is insisting that I tell everyone about my 'episode' at the Kingaroy hospital the other day. So, here it is:
We went down to register at the hospital so I can have my injections, antinatal visits and, ultimately, have the baby there. So we were sitting down filling out the paperwork when I started to get faint. I was getting bad so Scott went and asked the nurse if I could lay down somewhere. Next thing I know they've brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me into the emergency ward (for some reason the emergency and antinatal departments are in the same section). They put me on a bed and the nurse takes all my obs and I say that I don't want to see a doctor because I'll be fine in a few minutes. So the nurse fills out a bunch of paperwork too, takes my obs again after 10mins, checks again to make sure I don't want to see a doc and says we can go.
As we tried to leave the nurse was giving the doctor a run-down of my case and the doctor saw us and said that I couldn't leave without them doing an ECG to check that my heart was OK. We went back to the bed and they sent another nurse in to do the test. A few minutes later the doctor came in and started talking about...well I'm not quite sure, but it sounded a little scary. Then he finally told me that I needed to go to a GP and get them to give me a 24hr heart monitor.
Hmm...Didn't actually have a local GP at the time, so that afternoon we went down to DR Robinson's office (no we weren't playing dress-ups, that's a whole other story). After waiting for two hours we walked into his office and he took one look at the results of the ECG and said "Baulderdash" (or maybe it was poppycock, or fiddlesticks -- whatever it was came straight from the 1950s). Turned out that the hospital doctor was new and didn't know what he was talking about. Let's hope he doesn't deliver the baby.
And if you made it through all that, wait for the next one I write after being at home on my own for four days.
Seriously though, it's been nice to have a couple of days at the house after the last couple of weeks. We've been running around like mad things trying to get everything organised, mainly at the unit. Hopefully all that hard work is about to pay off. I spoke to the real estate agent today and she said that they were having a 'showing' today and they were expecting a few people to go along so any minute now they're going to call with a list of perspective tenants...Any minute.
I'd also like to set the record straight for all those people who Scott has been telling that I'm going to be sitting around doing nothing while he goes out to work. I've done heaps in the last two days. There's been washing (hung in the carport because it hasn't stopped raining), tidying, filing, cooking dinners. Scott decided to come home for lunch today so I even made us a cooked lunch. I told him not to get too excited because that won't last.
I have been working on my resume but I won't go to any of the nearby childcare centres just yet. We want to give the puppy a chance to settle in a bit first. I'll leave her on her own for short periods of the day at first so she doesn't fret too much if we are both out all day.
Scott is insisting that I tell everyone about my 'episode' at the Kingaroy hospital the other day. So, here it is:
We went down to register at the hospital so I can have my injections, antinatal visits and, ultimately, have the baby there. So we were sitting down filling out the paperwork when I started to get faint. I was getting bad so Scott went and asked the nurse if I could lay down somewhere. Next thing I know they've brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me into the emergency ward (for some reason the emergency and antinatal departments are in the same section). They put me on a bed and the nurse takes all my obs and I say that I don't want to see a doctor because I'll be fine in a few minutes. So the nurse fills out a bunch of paperwork too, takes my obs again after 10mins, checks again to make sure I don't want to see a doc and says we can go.
As we tried to leave the nurse was giving the doctor a run-down of my case and the doctor saw us and said that I couldn't leave without them doing an ECG to check that my heart was OK. We went back to the bed and they sent another nurse in to do the test. A few minutes later the doctor came in and started talking about...well I'm not quite sure, but it sounded a little scary. Then he finally told me that I needed to go to a GP and get them to give me a 24hr heart monitor.
Hmm...Didn't actually have a local GP at the time, so that afternoon we went down to DR Robinson's office (no we weren't playing dress-ups, that's a whole other story). After waiting for two hours we walked into his office and he took one look at the results of the ECG and said "Baulderdash" (or maybe it was poppycock, or fiddlesticks -- whatever it was came straight from the 1950s). Turned out that the hospital doctor was new and didn't know what he was talking about. Let's hope he doesn't deliver the baby.
And if you made it through all that, wait for the next one I write after being at home on my own for four days.
Sunday, 3 February 2008
A Dog's LIfe
Well, tomorrow I start work. Actually, I've been working for a last couple of weeks, but I'll get paid for what I do tomorrow. That will be nice. We've spent a lot of money in the last two weeks without any coming in. I must say though, it feels like a lot longer than two weeks. It feels like we've been driving backwards and forwards to Brisbane for months.
As for work, I start at 7:30 in the morning. Weather permitting (it's been raining on and off here today) I'll ride my push-bike. Did a trial run today and it took about 4 minutes. I like that. No stress in the mornings and a bit of a chance to unwind on the way home in the afternoon.
Kel is thinking about looking for work too. She started working on her resume today. She'll probably be bored stupid in a week if she does nothing. Whether anyone will employ her is another thing.
She had us cleaning today. The study does look heaps better though.
And we didn't clean all day. This morning we visited the RSPCA in Kingaroy and ordered ourselves a puppy. We can't pick he up until Wednesday (because she still has to be de-sexed) which is a bit of a bummer. They were calling her Bindi but we changed her name to Molly. She is really quite-- possibly didn't have the best start in life-- but hopefully we can cure her of that. We've bought her a bed and my parents visiting on the weekend (for Kel's birthday) are bringing all the stuff they have left over from when their dog died.
Other than that... had a visit from the guy who used to own this place. He just dropped by to show us where the termites were in the yard and see if everything was going all right, which was nice.
And hello to all the people at my old work. They posted a comment and I replied, but I'm not sure if they'd think to look there. And I just remembered that I have a book on order. Let me know when it comes in please.
As for work, I start at 7:30 in the morning. Weather permitting (it's been raining on and off here today) I'll ride my push-bike. Did a trial run today and it took about 4 minutes. I like that. No stress in the mornings and a bit of a chance to unwind on the way home in the afternoon.
Kel is thinking about looking for work too. She started working on her resume today. She'll probably be bored stupid in a week if she does nothing. Whether anyone will employ her is another thing.
She had us cleaning today. The study does look heaps better though.
And we didn't clean all day. This morning we visited the RSPCA in Kingaroy and ordered ourselves a puppy. We can't pick he up until Wednesday (because she still has to be de-sexed) which is a bit of a bummer. They were calling her Bindi but we changed her name to Molly. She is really quite-- possibly didn't have the best start in life-- but hopefully we can cure her of that. We've bought her a bed and my parents visiting on the weekend (for Kel's birthday) are bringing all the stuff they have left over from when their dog died.
Other than that... had a visit from the guy who used to own this place. He just dropped by to show us where the termites were in the yard and see if everything was going all right, which was nice.
And hello to all the people at my old work. They posted a comment and I replied, but I'm not sure if they'd think to look there. And I just remembered that I have a book on order. Let me know when it comes in please.
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