I think this is day three for Bunbun. She is adjusting very well. Sitting in my lap for the alotted TV hour is still a little nerve wracking for her, but I sat next to her cage with apple slices today and she climbed right on me. She wanted nothing to do with petting, but I am sure that will come with time.

She showed me where her priorities were though. As soon as the apple slices were gone so was she. Hmph!

Tonight I heard noises from the other room and I looked in, BunBun was happily rearranging the items in her house. I watched her as she repeatedly tried to get a toilet paper tube to stand up in a corner. After a few minutes she kicked it behind her in frustration. Yes, little BunBun has a temper. The longer she is here the more I see her personality appearing.

I don't know if it was an accident or thought out decision, but BunBun tinkled in her Litter tray today. I am hoping it is a trend that continues otherwise I will have to modify the kennel so that she is up off the bottom on a wire surface. I can't imagine that she enjoyed walking on a wire surface all the time, but I could be wrong.

I would give a running commentary on "In Other News", but there has been almost no other news. All three - four if we cound Kevin -of us sat at our game stations and played games most of the day. Ayron and I did go do the paper route, but that was it.

Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting.

Oh, not that I do the Birthday thing, cause I don't, but it aparently is my nine year Birthday at WDC today. I got a calendar and an email wishing me a Happy WDC Birthday. That was nice.

Have a good night or day.

Hugs
 

Yesterday I went to visit a friend of mine. I mentioned to her that I was looking for a baby rabbit. I was more than willing to pay. She had no baby rabbits because her last trip to the exotic pet auction proved there was not much money to be made in them at this time. She does have some grown ones that she could breed, but because she is trying to downsize she has not been breeding them. Anyway, I had mentioned the baby rabbit thing pretty soon after I arrived, just as we were starting to wrap up our visit, she says she has an older rabbit I could have.

My first response was, I want a baby so I can train litter box train it and so I can get it used to humans. My friend waved away my concerns. She said that older rabbits litter box train as well as or better than babies and just holding the rabbit every day will accustom them to humans.

Me being me, I said lets go look at the rabbits. I didn't realize it immediately, but I was already destined to end up taking a rabbit home. I was introduced to the available rabbit in her clean but small cage. I thought she looks nice enough, then my friend handed her too me. Once I got the bundle of fur in my arms I couldn't put her back into that boring little cage.

I asked what her name was, but she didn't have one. My friend said she had just run out of names because she has had so many. I started calling her Fluffy. It wasn't quite right, but it would do till I thought of something better to name her. It can be hard to name an animal before you get to know its personality, especially if you have very little imagination in that area. I mean look at the names I have stolen over the years -- Romeo and Juliet for my first Minnesota cats. Betty, Wilma and Pebbles for my first chickens. Not very origonal.

Home we went, me and my new companion. I gave her a pet carrying case for her first night. A quiet enclosed area. This morning after one look in the carrier I knew I had to make other accomidations. Somewhere in the night I had remembered that I still had the dog kennel I had housed the chickens in last year. After bringing it in and cleaning it up, I had a handy dandy rabbit area.

Back to the naming of the bunny. I didn't want to do something too obvious like Babs or Bugs and as she is a girl my husband's suggestion of Stu was out. This may seem odd, but I think of all my animals as royalty. My one cat thinks he is king of the house and my other cat acts like she is a princess who can barely stand to be touched by commoners like me and my husband. As those titles were taken I moved down the scale just a bit and tried out Lady...Not bad, but it still seemed unorigonal. I complained to my husband and after some careful thought and a slice of pizza he suggest we call her Cinamon because of her fur's color. Not a bad idea, but that just reminds me of a rat I had named Cinny.

I was trying out names on the unsuspecting bunny including BunBun, but still none seemed to fit then I put together three of the fancier names, Lady Cinamon BunBun.... They felt right and we can call her Cinabun or BunBun for short.

There is more to tell about the adventures of Lady Cinamon BunBun, but I am all tuckered out tonight from chasig a rabbit and other assorted activites.

I hop everyone is well and I will try to pop in tom orrow to keep you all posted on the settling in of the new lady in the house.

Hugs
 

I told my husband today that I am not cutting his hair again until he shaves his beard. If he is going to have that beard (said with mock disgust) then he will have to grow his hair out too, or find someone else to cut his hair. Hmph!

In reality it is no big deal. I love him with or without a beard. I think he looks better without a beard, but that is just my opinion. If the beard makes him feel good about himself, more power to him.

It is a sad fact that not much is going on in our small household. We are all staying busy with work and hobbies. Everyone is relatively healthy. I seem to be suffering from fall allergies or the beginning of a cold. If it is a cold it is just messing with me. I have had a scratchy throat and a stuffy nose on and off for the whole weekend. It could be that my body is just doing a great job of fighting off the cold too. (shrug)

I am almost finished with the little dress I am trying to make, well the crocheted part. I have to make the inner satin lining, but I messed up with the first one I made and have to start all over. Problem is, I need to get the material again. That means sending the hubby to pick it up after work one day this week. I have just about run out of time for this project.

The fight continues with the excercise bike. Once I get on and get going, it is a piece of cake to ride for an hour, it is the making the time to ride that is hard. I am still working at it though. I haven't checked the scale lately, but I was down a few pounds, the ones I gained when I first started riding the bike. Hopefully that is a good sign and the numbers will keep going down, though that is not the main reason for riding. I enjoy even more to see my sugar numbers go nice and low.

I am off for the night. Hope everyone out there in WDC land are having or had a good day.Hugs
 

Oops! Looks like your Internet is down! Don't you just love seeing messages like that. I am not sure why it picked now to act up, but the internet seems to be on the fritz tonight. I really shouldn't mind as I have been on the computer way to long, but I find it annoying to have the internet connection dictate what I can and cannot do.

I wish I could offer up some great words of wisdom or sage advice, but I have to admit I am just struggling through this week. Yesterday and today I took a break from riding my bike to nowhere. My bum started complaining that it hurt from all the use, I guess. I don't feel better for skipping, but I don't feel as horrible as the other time I skipped. I will see what tomorrow brings.

Today, I finally broke down and talked to the person who oversees the CNA training and said I wanted to take the class so that I could pick up a day or two a week there. Some time back my hours got cut and though for the most part I don't mind, I would like to be able to help the CNAs in some ways and I think it would be helpful all around. I would not have to spend so much time searching out CNAs to do something like transfer a resident from their chair to their wheel chair to take them to Bingo or other activities. I see the plus' as well as the minus' of there being a mix of jobs, like the personnel lady warned.

I won't be able to take the class before January, so I have plenty of time to think and re-think the decision to take the class. I have to admit I may have been spurred on by a co-worker deciding to do the same thing. She is taking the class at the end of this month. She may switch completely to CNA. I will miss her if she does -- well miss working in activities with her.

This is going to have to be a short blog tonight. My hip is hurting and for some reason, even though I took a nap in the morning, I am already tired tonight. Hopefully, I will wake well rested tomorrow and accomplish many tasks through out the day.

Hugs


 

Yes, you read the title correctly. I have a pain in my butt. Not someone being a pain, but an actual pain... I accepted it when the legs ached from my hourly rides. I stretched and took ibprofen then soldiered on, but now my left buttock is aching something fierce. Every rotation of the peddles has me feeling like I have a sharp instrument trying to stab its way out.

Not one to give up, I folded up my excercise mat and used it for cushion, but my back end didn't quit complaining. I may actually have to take a day or two off of riding. Don't want too as it is helping my blood sugars immensely...

I did do an hour tonight, but I forgot to look at the miles. (shrug)

Work went swifty. Maybe just a tad too swiftly. Ever since I got my hours cut, I always feel like I am running a marathon at work. There is too much to do and not enough time to get my work done. Tonight provided a good example. I used to be scheduled till 8:30, but me being me, I could get my work done by 8:00 most nights. I had an understanding with my last boss that I could leave at eight, then she adjusted the schedule that I was to leave at eight regularly unless I needed more time. With the new boss, who I almost never see and rarely talk too, I have no understandings or arrangements. I come in, work the hours I am supposed too and leave. Normally that works.

Today, however, the guy who sang didn't want to end at 7:45 like he was suposed too and all my tables were borrowed. There was a change in my routine that left me slightly stressed. And as I don't like change, it made me slightly cranky. Thankfully, I was able to shoo everyone from the activities room and clock out by 8:00, but I was stressing almost the whole last 15 minutes. (silly issue to get upset about, but that is me)

I did get a nice suprise when I got home. The hubby has been inspired by my exercise bike dedication and was peddling away on the bike when I walked in the door. That was a pleasant sight.

Have a great night or day.
Hugs
 

Bet you are expecting to hear how many miles I biked tonight. I have no idea.... I broke it up into two parts. First I biked 45 minutes and then checked the blood sugar. It was still slightly elevated so I got back on and biked another 45 minutes. The second time I checked my blood sugar was at 84. Low, but acceptable. So, I tried to go to bed. Dang if I didn't get a low blood sugar attack. GRRRR

That brings me to writing this. After bringing my blood sugar back up, no doubt it will be higher than I want in the morning. Ah well, it is getting so I can't watch TV without riding the bike anyway. It will give me something to do tomorrow afternoon.

I think I will try that going to sleep thing again....
 

Oh my word. I am one big bundle or Ache. Not the 'your sugar shot up' ache but the 'you ran a marathon ache'. It feels like I did run a long marathon last night and, I guess, in a way I did. Last night was our annual Ice-Cream Social. Good Sam invites people from the community to come join the residents in having ice-cream and cake while listening to music. Several hundred people showed up and, I believe, that a good time was had by all.

Okay, everyone had a great time, how did I end up doing a marathon? Well, all residents are invited to go outside. Some for varied reasons can't or don't. Mostly "don't' I somehow found myself bringing ice-cream and cake in to the people who didn't go outside. It may seem like that if the didn't go outside they wouldn't want the food. Not so. There were a couple of people that don't do well with crowds who really wanted their ice-cream and cake.

There were two women, in particular, who made me remember why I took this job. Both women's faces just 'lit up' when I asked if I they wanted food. Neither felt up to going outside, but were thrilled to hear they would still get their treats. Huge smiles. It made me feel warm and fuzzy all over.

Then just as the social was winding up, I checked with the staff in the Light House to make sure they had gotten outside to have treats. They were so busy that they couldn't leave, so I brought them in some food. I think I also inadvertantly caused a bit of disgruntlement. I repeated to them how someone in the serving line teased that the Light House personel found a sucker in me, because I was willing to bring them treats instead of making them get their own. The Light House staff replied that someone could have come and sat in there so they could have taken a break. See what kind of troublemaker I am?

Anyway, by the time the Ice-Cream Social ended, I felt like my feet were going to fall off. So, what did I do when I came home? I climbed on that darn bike and started peddling. I only did 50 minutes and just over 11 miles and after the first ten minutes, I cranked the settings down to the easiest one. But I did my time and was rewarded with a blood sugar of 95 when I was done. (For any of you that haven't dealt with diabetes, a good blood sugar is between 90 and 110 mg.)


All I can say as I sit here waiting for the Ibprofen to kick in is, "Thank goodness I have today off from work!" That doesn't mean I don't have things to do today. I go to the chiropracter at 10 a.m. Then sometime today I need to get chicken feed and laundry softener at the local stores. I suspect that somewhere in there is a nap waiting to happen also.

For right now, I am going to give up on writing as the coffee hasn't kicked in yet and everything is kind of blurry.

Have a great day!!!{/c}

 

I didn't ride my stationary bike last night and I felt guilty for not doing so all day today. What is more, I felt crappy as all get out this morning. Proof in my eyes that riding my bike is important to my well being, at least for now. So, tonight at 9:10 I hopped on -- sat carefully,-- on the bike...Well, you get the picture. Anyway, I rode my bike for an hour and twenty minutes and made it 16 miles. That means that if I was out on the road, I would have made it all the way to Lakefield or Alpha, two of the surrounding towns. Who knows in another few weeks, I might be able to make it all the way to Spirit Lake which is 30 miles away. Then when I tested my blood sugar it was 84. It should be in the 90s, but I am not going to freak, I will just have a yogart or pudding before bed to make sure it does'nt plummet while I sleep.

I am still working on the bag project for Jamie and I succeeded in getting one and a half made today while riding my bike and watching Psyc. I still got the multitasking down, though I have to slow down the peddling to fix a stitch if I miss a loop or mess up in some way.

The other day I put the baby dress I was making to the side to catch up with my schedule for the bags. I think I will definately get back to the dress on Friday. I am so close to done with the crocheted part, but the little bags were nagging at me that they needed doing too. In my mind I have it figures that I can make about ten bags a week and get most of them done in a timely manner. I cut back on them when I realized I only had till mid September to get the dress done.

I kind of got beat up at work yesterday. It was my first real instance of having a resident try to beat me. I got hit/pushed once before, but this guy really wanted to hurt me. Thankfully, he is not young any more and I was able to fend him off, but it was a surprising instance. And I couldn't just walk away because he needed someone there so he wouldn't fall. I often wondered how my co-workers handled it or even wanted to continue working after such an instance. Now I know. The person obviously was frustrated and couldn't express themselves verbally, though he was saying things, and felt that hitting was the only option left. (I repeat, I did not get hurt, I was just kind of startled by it all)

This particular person talks, but uses the wrong words i.e. he calls my cat dog and confuses other everyday items. He can be a fairly pleasant person, but then a switch gets flipped in his brain and he turns angry. I have seen the same thing with other residents and I am never completely sure what to do with or for them.

Oh, some pleasant news... tomorrow night we are having an ice-cream social. I am looking forward to that. Hopefully, in my ramblings it shows that I really like the residents and I enjoy seeing them have a good time. I am hoping that will be the case tomorrow night. My husband is even coming to volunteer.

After I worked my three grueling hours today I came home and cleaned. I would like to say I put a dent in the dirt, but it was more like a ding. I got us caught up with laundry till tomorrow morning, cleaned the counters, put away dishes, and swept and mopped the kitchen, living room and Kyle's room. I find it amazing just how much hair the cats shed.

I kind of went overboard in the cleaning department in Kyle's room. He is good about putting his clothes in the laundry, putting dishes in the sink and getting most of the garbage to the garbage can, but you would think he was allergic to dusting -- um well, he is allergic to dust. Not that allergic though. Anyway, I went in his room in cleaning mode and now I expect him to spend the next week complaing that he can't find the things I neatly stacked or put in their proper places. Still, getting his room tidied made me feel much better.

I felt so good in fact that I kept going and cooked supper tonight. Spagetti noodles in cheese sauce with sautee'd onions and mushrooms, and a salad. At the last minute I made some corn just to add a little more food after I invited Jamie and Wesley to dinner along with Kyle's friend Kevin. I ran out of time before I could make brownies and I am thinking that was a good thing.

Everyone complimented super, which made me feel great. I may even be inspired to cook again another day soon.

For now, I think I will get cleaned up and go to bed so I can start nice an early tomorrow.

Be well.
 

How many parents out there get almost giddy at the prospect of their children going back to school. I admit it, I used to. Now my son is sixteen and he doesn't spend all summer wrecking the house and begging me to take him places, so I am not as giddy as I once was. That doesn't change the fact that school starts back today. I can think of a few parents that are happy with the news though.

We put off our back to school shopping till beyond the very last minute. School starts today, but Kyle won't be going back till tomorrow. A few weeks back I took him to his first dermatologist appointment. The doctor decided that along with the other issues Kyle had five moles that needed removing. He called them precancerous. Today is surgery day. It will also be shopping day. I figured since we are in a bigger city we might as well take advantage and shop there.

In work related news, I took Tibbles to work with me yesterday and left him in the Light House till it was time to go home. I had hoped to get a one on one or two done, but that didn't happen. We went to dairy queen afterward for ice-cream. Okay, I had ice-cream, he just went for the ride. Everyone tells me what a mellow and friendly cat I have. Sometimes I don't know how to respond. He does put up with quite a bit, but he has his limits and I know the tells. Thankfully, yesterday, he did fine.

I think about getting a small dog to train, but that is still two years off. When I get her or him, I can only hope they will be as friendly and smart as my last dog. I know she would have been perfect to taking to the home.

Last night I rode my stationary bike over 12 miles in 88 minutes. I cranked up the tension for the first 45 minutes, but had to uncrank it to make my hour. I was watching a really good show and kept going past my hour till the show was over. I can't give a blood sugar reading because when I went to test my blood, I was out of strips. Getting more is on my To Do list for this morning.

I guess, I had better go wake up the boy and get him going for the day. We have a couple of things we need to do before we leave town including getting the moped down to the dealer to find out why it won't start.

Have a great day.