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Archive for August, 2009

My little miracle is now an angel

Posted in Chi-Town Fur Gang, tagged , on August 25, 2009| 15 Comments »

I lost Ralph Friday. It was sudden and unexpected. I came home from work, started the usual routine of grabbing my mail and saying hello to the cats – when I see Ralph wasn’t there to greet me. Stepping into the living room, I see him laying near the bottom of the stairs. Of course, those mixed feelings hit me – a combination of dread and fear and hope that really nothing is wrong and I’m being paranoid. But I know something’s wrong, the way you just KNOW. He’s not getting up. I give him a freeze-dried 100% meat treat and he eats it eagerly, but he’s not getting up. Honestly, I hoped he’d just fallen down the stairs and broken his leg, but again, I just KNEW. I knew this was bad.

Ralphie in the cat tree, surveying his domain

Ralphie in the cat tree, surveying his domain

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Pit stop

Posted in Life of the Lintee Bean, tagged , , on August 23, 2009| 3 Comments »

Last weekend I visited a friend in Iowa. It was a FABULOUS time, with the exception of the drive there, and the drive back. It seems like any drives I make out of state are fraught with disasters galore.

I set out Friday morning – and was soon hit by torrential rains. It was POURING rain, visibility was poor, and every time I tried to change lanes my car started to hydroplane. It was all the more exciting as it’s summer in the Midwest so there’s lots and lots of construction. Lanes closed and reroutes and all the fun that comes with it. Fantastic. I wasn’t sure I’d make it there at all, but I did.

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Dentist-a-phobia

Posted in Life of the Lintee Bean, tagged , , on August 6, 2009| 3 Comments »

I went to the dentist this week. I HATE going to the dentist. It’s not that my dentist isn’t super nice, she is! However, how ANYONE could not fear dental visits is beyond me.

Before I changed to my current dentist, I had another dentist (for a VERY brief time) that didn’t seem to understand at all why I was afraid. Well, let’s think about it. You’re going to put me in a big chair. You’re going to lean me way back, so I can’t sit up or get out easily. Then you’re going to stick SHARP POINTY metal instruments in my mouth and poke around. Then you’ll take a LARGE SYRINGE and STAB me with it. Then you’ll take a DRILL and DRILL into my teeth. I think I have every right to be scared!

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