Archive | April, 2012

So Long Austin

26 Apr

I was in Austin, TX last week for a conference. It was not awesome. Well, Austin was not at least. Sorry if anyone else enjoys it, but my first experience in Texas, specifically in Austin, was not a great one. Sure, it was cool that we had a conference event at Austin City Limits, and heard some decent music, but it was just kind of… eh. The crowning moment was on the last day we were there when someone stole my cell phone just after I posted this picture to facebook:

not the statue, just the W's Willie Nelson tribute nextdoor

We were at the Willie Nelson statue unveiling at Austin City Limits – SO cool, by the way, but apparently someone decided to ruin that, too. For those who have already heard about my phone being stolen, sorry, but just one more time: I’m so sad because I had so many (literally, thousands) pictures and videos on that phone – mostly of my guinea pigs… past and present. 😦 I don’t give a hoot about the phone, I just wanted my damn SD card back! The worst part is I knew I was going to lose my phone. I bought an SD card reader months ago and tried to get all the pictures off because I was scared something would happen and I would lose everything. However, for some reason the card reader would only upload my older pictures, as in, pictures from my LAST phone, prior to getting this one a year and a half ago. I kept trying to make time to figure out what was wrong with it, but never did. And now I’m mad and sad.

Ok done complaining. Nothing I can do about it now, afterall. (PS: Yes, it was definitely stolen – I had this thing called “Where’s my droid” downloaded and could see the GPS coordinates an hour after I lost it saying it was 13 miles outside of Austin. PPS: Karma apparently is a b*$%& because I have found and returned several cell phones in my day, but she wouldn’t give me mine back.)

Ok NOW I’m done.

Let’s focus on the awesome: Seeing Willie Nelson, and hearing him sing two songs, that close, was pretty frickin’ cool. Luckily my camera wasn’t stolen.

the man

singing "Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die" (I'm pretty sure he seriously wants this to happen)

the man and his statue


While I was away, I left my husband with enough food to last him at least 3 days (so he had to fend for himself for 2). When I got home he told me if I’d been gone another day he’d have had to go hunting for his food. “What, at Wawa??” I asked. The thought of him attempting to hunt anything makes for a very funny picture! He can’t even “hunt” for where I moved the cereal in the pantry!

I haven’t been home for a full weekend since the first weekend we moved in. It drove me crazy when we were in Austin just thinking of all the things I could be doing at the house instead. I was tired and sad/mad (about my phone) when I got home on Saturday, but Sunday couldn’t sit down. What I’m most proud of accomplishing that day – organizing my pantry. How ridiculous is that? Also, how ridiculous is it that 4 days later I’m still proud of it?? When I was unpacking the kitchen, I just put anything anywhere so I could get rid of the boxes that stood between me and my kitchen table. I couldn’t cook a full meal for weeks because I couldn’t deal with the frustration of not being able to find anything! So organize, I did. I even separated it by cuisine and meal types. (Mexican, Italian, baking, etc.) You don’t have to tell me, I know I’m crazy. Crazy like a FOX who knows where everything is! Ahhh…

Also, my husband now has his own shelf, which includes: tea, keurig k cups, nuts, mac and cheese, marmite, granola bars, and cereal – the only things he uses when I’m not around (he doesn’t cook… at all). Trust me, this is necessary. I don’t want to hear “I can’t find where you hid the mac and cheese!” when I’m out of town and can’t physically point to it, because telling him where to look just So my husband now has his very own shelf. Problem solved (…we’ll see about that!).

Now that I’m going to be home for a weekend, I’ll be getting some projects started and finally be able to share something other than anger and tears! Ha.



We Moved…

6 Apr

And while we’re very happy with our new house and home, there’s a bit of a damper on it at the moment.

On Monday, when I was leaving for work, I saw my baby (guinea pig) PC hadn’t eaten the carrots and grass I gave to him the night before. When guinea pigs don’t eat, it’s a serious problem. No, I’m not joking. Their livers can shut down within 16-20 hours if they’re not eating, and usually it’s a symptom of a very serious illness that needs to get checked out by a vet immediately. I came into work that day, but couldn’t stand not being home to help him if he was really sick, so I took my laptop to work from home for the rest of the day and try to nurse him back to health.

When I got home, he still hadn’t eaten anything, and was in the same spot I had left him in that morning, wrapped up in a fluffy towel in his cage (also not a good sign, guinea pigs move around a lot). I went to the store and bought some baby food because I read online that you can feed that to your pig with a needleless syringe if they’re not eating (which I have on hand from my last guinea pig’s long illness). He took some of it, and I made him drink some water, but I still called the vet because he just didn’t look good. The vet came to the house (I found a mobile vet right in our area, which was awesome considering A – our old vet would’ve been over an hour away now that we moved and B – it’s really hard to find vets that will treat guinea pigs, and this one did.), did a full check of him, and said he probably had a stone (since he also was unable to go to the bathroom) or a bladder infection. She left us with meds, including antibiotics and pain medicine, and I was supposed to check in with her the following evening to find out how he was doing and to discuss if he needed an xray and possibly surgery.

wrapped up in 30 blankets

I held him for a long time that night, wrapped up in, oh, like 30 blankets. We all like to be comfy when we’re sick! I’m glad I took the time to hold him that night because when I got back from work on Tuesday evening, he was gone.

It’s hard to ignore the coincidence that we had just gone through a move; hard to think that didn’t have something to do with it; hard to not think “When I gave him a bath the other night, did I not put enough blankets around him, and did he get sick?”

little begger

He was perfectly fine over the weekend. Eating and running around in his cage, begging me for treats. He was old, but hadn’t experienced any “aging” symptoms. The vet was surprised when I told her he was 5 because he looked so young. Out of the blue, he got sick and died on me. But apparently guinea pigs don’t usually show symptoms of illness until it’s too late. So I’m going to try to force myself to think that nothing I did had anything to do with it, and it would have happened regardless of location or bath or anything, because there’s nothing I can do about it now.

I know most of you will never know how close of a bond you can get to a guinea pig, but trust me when I say it’s just like a dog or cat. It really, truly, is. So if you’re thinking “it’s just a guinea pig”, think of how you would feel if you lost your dog or cat, and that’s how I feel right now. I was pretty much totally numb for 2 days, with Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb” on repeat in my head, and I can still feel the crying eyes soreness. Also, because I’m weird, apparently I use my jaw an awful lot when I cry, because, yeah, it’s still sore, too!

Anyway, I know I was trying to keep this blog less personal and more focused on things that people who don’t know me would also be able to relate to, but I think this deserves an exception.

PC died a year and 3 days after Scooter (and most of you will have read my broken-hearted post about Scooter). It’s really hard to have them both gone now. (Yes, I still have another guinea pig, but they were my babies that I had for 5-6 years).

Scooter & PC, back in the day

Next week we’ll talk awesome, non depressing stuff. Promise.