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Name: buyit
Gender: Female
Interests: Snagging me an agent, finding a MOTG wedding dress,marathon training, the purple toe and pudding.
Expertise: Frito Bandito song, healed plantar faciitis, Gummie Bears as marathon fuel, playing checkers with Oreos and cheese topped Ritzs and as always, pudding.
Occupation: Writer
Industry: Malarkey
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  pattittx
Member Since:
2/4/2004
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~ I accidentally drove my way into a parade with no way to get out, and ended up throwing Sonic mints out my window.
~ The deceased seem to think it's funny to visit me.
~ Called Boy's university anonymously in his freshman year to see about solving a problem only to be asked if I was indeed his mother. When I asked, "Yes, why?" I was told Boy was standing in front of her and did I want to talk to him. Um, no....click......
~ I'm adopted.
~ All my siblings are named after someone in the family but me.
~ I can tell apart the different colors of M&Ms by taste.
~ Peeped into Bob Gates kitchen pantry and discovered he eats Fruit Loops. |
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From 10-12ish this morning, I will be at my second eye surgeon's office having tests run and opinions formed about the safety and viability of having a drug-induced cataract removed and an intraocular lens implanted. This surgery would occur before the vitrectomy. As I said before, because of my vision, I am a special case. Makes for interesting conversations with all who are working with me.
After this appointment, the two surgeons confer and then I go in for a final consult and we'll see where I stand.
The doc I'm seeing this morn comes from two doc's recommendations, one who is a family friend who told me he wouldn't have anyone but this doc operate on his family. I take that as a strong vote of confidence.
Last night I researched this doc and found out he's the eye doc of the San Antonio Spurs. David Robinson is a patient. He's got loads of experience and loads of training. I likes.
Please offer a prayer for the best possible outcome and safety in the exams. I am feeling calm. God's hand is on me. But it never hurts to have my name brought to His throne by my peeps. Thanks.
p.s. I wrote about The German on Not a Wonk, if you are interested. That woman is full of surprises.
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| WHAT?! You want more puppy pics?! Seek help, seriously.
But in the mean time I will be happy to enable your sickness....
Kitty is not happy about Dexter being in her house, in her office that she generously lets Patti use. She seeks to impress upon Puppy that she will not tolerate insolence. While minding his own beeswax, Kitty enters the room to get her point across. BEWARE THE LASER EYES!
She moves ever closer, LASERS LOCKED AND LOADED! She dares Dexter to test her power. She gives him a warning yowl, loosely translated to GO HOME, PUPPY! He never moves.
Satisfied her point has been made, she retreats to torment another day. Dexter remained calm. He watched intently, searching for the A-OK to play with her. Sadly, the sign never came.
Kitty will not concede an inch. She was here first. 18 years gets you everything in household pecking order. She held back today, feeling a verbal warning with full display of laser eyes, sufficient to scare Dex straight.
After she vacated the premises, he didn't seem too worried about his place. After all, he has a secret weapon the kitty can only dream about: puppy cuteness. Oy. Lethal.
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FINALLY!
I finally went for a run after nine days of drought. Dexter has figured into the runless days. If you are interested, I wrote about it on the mysa site HERE. Feel free to leave a dog a bone :)
In other Dexter news, my life is revolving around his poop/pee schedule, sleeptime logged, playtime that doesn't involve a sneak attack on the 18 year old cat, and making sure he doesn't eat the furniture/hairball cat food/all of my fingers and toes.
He has NOT howled again, since the unfortunate crating incident, that I totally blame myself for. His crate-training has gotten much better. So much better that I was able to run today and found him happily asleep upon my return. Thank you, sweet Jesus.
We are gaining traction on all fronts. Soon I won't feel as if I am babysitting a really furry, adorable, sosoft, puppy-breathed....fine, I'll stop there before you hurl your lunch.
Boy and Girl Skyped us last night so they could get a look at Dexter. They confirmed he is beyond adorable. As I write this, as if on cue, Dexter is having puppy dreams and is growling at something and doing the puppy suck. ♥♥♥ have mercy.
Sorry for the unending puppy-love posts. Rest assured, I won't sink to the level of dressing him like a Pilgrim and putting a bone on his nose.
Or will I?!
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I think I done hurt PNN's feelings when I insisted that he stop howling while in his crate.
I realized my mistake in the training and all will be well soon. But, howling?! Earsplitting howling along with high-pitched barking?!
Ohmeohmyoh.
Name Update: Still no name. We are trying out Dexter. We tried Charlie. It was a wash.
NAME UPDATE II: Whoa! Seconds, mere seconds, after I typed the above update, I said to Husband, "We need to name him already." He agreed that Dexter it is. Totally after the show and all Husband's idea. Thanks to all who contributed. I loved that you guys played along.
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More puppy talk HERE! That is if you're not sick of all the puppy love.
Funniest name offered so far: George Barkanopoulos. Too bad it's a mouthful and a half.
Now fetch! Run on over and leave me a deposit!
(Puppy-No-Name is laying by my desk having puppy dreams. He's running in place and whimpering/growling/yipping his way through his doggie dreams...ADORABLE!)
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