Posted on March 10, 2010 by Wyzwmn

well…
if you’ve been watching my Facebook page (and a little bit here) you know a couple of things have happened to me recently

one is that I got a Chihuahua/Pomeranian cross pup…but she’s 100% Chi in looks and attitude…she’s six months old and weighs in at a whopping 2lbs 10oz…I wanted a small dog as I am an apartment dweller and I wanted something I can tuck in my coat to ride with…besides…old single women look less crazy when they are talking to a dog rather than talking to themselves :o)

I had her spayed a week ago – and since then she’s been airborne…I don’t know if it was the drugs they used or wth but this little dog is jet propelled…I got her at 4 months – and she was kinda a rescue…sadly the people that bred her had never once let her out of the house or the breeding pen…so potty training has been a challenge (Chi’s are smart dogs – but they are also as stubborn as the day is long) She’s been really good about using the potty pads when I’m not home but last night I discovered that she’s also kinda partial to the bathroom mat…and I’d never noticed before cos it’s black…ick.

the second thing pertains to being an apartment dweller (and the question at hand)- at the beginning of the month…a meare 9 days ago….someone new moved into the apartment next door to me…with an xbox and a surround sound system – I think he’s 12 but that’s likely got something to do with me being 54…so the more games he plays the louder he gets…the louder he gets the more wound up the little dog gets…the harder the bass the faster she runs the gauntlet from the kitchen to the hall to the living room and back to the kitchen….it’s a vicious circle…

I’m looking for a spell that might suggest to this young man that he’d like to be a little more considerate of his neighbours…one that doesn’t involve shoving his head and the xbox up his ass cos I’m about done….one that won’t (hopefully) land me in jail…cos at this rate there’s gonna come a time when I’m over there at 3 AM wearing nothing but my flannel night gown and my riding boots kickin on his door and physically teaching him some respect….Old School Style…..I’ve tried earplugs but I can still hear the bass and I’m just a hairs breath away from being outta patience…

I can see it now…newspaper headlines “fat bald pagan biker broad in flannel nightgown decimates small young yuppie putz over xbox noise causing hemorrhoid operation in process. “

My ohm is sorta bent – but not quite broken yet…
I just need some freakin quiet
and I gotta quit saying…”what else can go wrong”
*sigh*

I’m off to the eye dr place this morning…
wish me luck!

Wyz

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Unhappy Camper..

Posted on March 1, 2010 by Wyzwmn

what the hell is it
about life
that allows you
these little teases
about things getting better
and then kicks ya
in the freakin teeth?

don’t get me wrong
there’s lots of stuff
in my life
that is very good
and I’m not complaining
about my life in general…

but periodically
I get frustrated
by my perceptions of fairness

I have this wee dog
who is truly a light
in my life
but because she’s so small
it’s gonna cost me big bucks
to have her spayed
but I’m gonna do it
cos I’m committed to her health

yesterday the VOD surprises me
with a check
for the full amount
for the spaying
How Cool Is That?

so I went to bed last night
feeling rather optimistic
about the state of my life

I wake up at 4 AM
my eyes are in full flare
(I have an eye disease
called Map Dot Fingerprint Dystrophy)
I start socking the medicine
to them at 4
and by socking it in every 15 min
between 4 and 8
I make it to work by 9

I call the opthamalogical surgeon’s office
to find out about the pending eye surgery
(said eye surgery is the same one
people get to stop wearing glasses)

I talk to his MOA
she says that I have to find out
who’ll pay for it
before it can be booked

I call our health plan from work
they don’t cover it
cos they consider it cosmetic
I tell them it isn’t cosmetic
and I don’t care
if I have to wear glasses
till the day I die
I just want the pain to stop

they reiterate
“it’s considered cosmetic
and not covered”

so I call our provincial health office
wait on hold for a full hour
and get to speak to a woman
who says they consider it cosmetic
and therefore won’t cover it

I tell them it isn’t cosmetic
and I don’t care
if I have to wear glasses
till the day I die
I just want the pain to stop

she reiterates
“it’s considered cosmetic
and not covered”

so I get off the phone
and make the mistake
of looking the surgery up
on line
$1000.00 to $1500.00 per peeper

I’m going to have to
take out a personal loan
to get my eye’s fixed
at a time when
I’m as cash strapped
as I’ve ever been in my life.

what the hell
was I thinking
getting excited
about the prospect
of feeling better?

it’s just not in the damn cards apparently.

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