I just couldn't stay away. It's been more than a year since I last posted, the night before our oldest, beloved dog died of a massive cancerous lung tumor. Some things have changed, some are the same. What's happened since then?
Poogan died quite traumatically in my arms a few hours after my last post at the veterinarian's office.
My vehicular bad luck continued for another couple of months. I was rear-ended a third time, and then I was front-ended by another. Yes, you read that right. I was waiting to exit a CVS parking lot behind another car. As she pulled out into the street, I pulled forward. When she was almost completely pulled out, she braked, put the car in reverse and backed into the front of my car. What kind of moron does this? The kind whose moron boyfriend drops his keys out the window into the street while the car is moving, apparently. Only, instead of continuing forward motion & pulling into the next parking lot ten feet away, she decided to put the car in reverse & back her car back into the parking lot, regardless of the bright red vehicular obstacle in her way.
We had another full battery of neuropsychological testing for Youngest, who has gotten an "upgrade" on his diagnosis. The new flavor of mental illness is "schizoaffective disorder." In a nutshell, he has the distinction of symptoms of both schizophrenia and some sort of affective, or mood, disorder (in his case, bipolar disorder), and that he can experience the symptoms of both at the same time or independently of one another at any given time. I know, upgrades are usually exciting to win, but for some reason I can't quite muster up any fervor for this one. Maybe it's the raging paranoia or the complete and utter lack of ability to connect with reality, but that's just a guess.
I never did post about our experience with Youngest and the residential treatment center, but that's okay, because he may be going back. We had a slightly emergent situation arise at school yesterday, and he's spending two days at home, and we have a slightly emergent Saturday double scoop of psychiatry bright and early tomorrow morning.
After more than a year of cheating on Louis trying another purse, we replaced my Louis Vuitton Batignolles Horizontal bag. I even tried a different style of LV bag, but I carried it for two days and took it back for the perfect bag for me, the same exact one some skank stole that was stolen.
I made Jello shots for New Year's Eve again... all different flavors this year, none of which I really remember. I also didn't take photos because my camera was doing crazy stupid things (which were later alleviated by purchasing all-new data cards).
We still love our water-saving toilets and energy/water efficient front-loading LG Tromm washer & dryer. And I still owe a review of the washer & dryer. And we have a new Energy Star GE Profile refrigerator to love.
We got a new really damned annoying precious puppy. His name is Keller, as he is very visually impaired. His name was thisclosetobeing Merkin, as he is a black kinky-haired poodle. I will gripe blog about him a lot, I'm sure.
I finally went back to college! I'm a Cougar! (This status has nothing to do with my age or my age preference in men.) I've been wanting to do this for quite some time now, and I'm on my third semester of part-time classes.
I'm still a master procrastinator, and I'll still probably only post sporadically, especially when life gets crazy. Which it does quite often here.
