Hey, there...
I guess it's fairly obvious that I haven't been on the computer much, if at all, for the past couple of weeks. I've just been feeling so horrible; I spend most of my time either asleep or lying on the couch. I saw a neurologist; my next step is to get some bloodwork and an MRI done. They're testing for several things, including Lupus and MS. At this point, I'd be happy just to know what's causing this. The last 3 months have been really bad; I've become really weak and am just so fatigued all the time. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
The whole point of that very long whine is to say that if you need someone else to be an Asst. Manager for you till I'm back on my feet (or butt, depending on my particular typing position LOL) I would completely understand. I feel as if I'm letting you down, and I hate that. It's just that right now, Mr. Depression is nudging his way into my life, and I don't have much interest in anything...and I mean anything. I'm really sorry to have been so lax lately. Even the grandkids have noticed it; I can't tell you how much I hate that.
One good thing in my crummy (right now) life...night before last, Miss Willow had her puppies. NINE...yes, that's right NINE girls!!!! A breeder's dream litter. Everyone happy and healthy, nice and strong. Cute as can be. Willow, for a first-time mom, is absolutely amazing. One pup was just a tad (1 oz) smaller than most of the others (they ranged at birth from 8 to 12 oz), and today my parents came over to visit their new grandpups. Well, much to everyone's surprise, while we were chatting, Willow took this little girl while the others were snoozing, picked her up (by the butt, if you don't mind) and bellied her up to the bar, giving her a bath and her choice of "milk taps" with no competition. She's going to be a great mom. Here's the first pic I took. There are only 8 pups because she had the last one while I was on the phone with a friend telling her "OH MY GOD...SHE HAD 8 GIRLS!!!!" I got off the phone and went to admire them again, and counted nine. I figured I was wonky from being up ALL NIGHT LONG, and kept re-counting, and sure enough, she'd snuck another girl into the mix. I told Nolan later that my own dog was trying to gaslight me (a family joke), and he said that when I started believing that everyone, including my dog, was trying to gaslight me, I should probably start considering that I actually WAS nuts. HaHa. He's got jokes. LOL
Here are all my girls...

Poor, tired Willow. I know how she feels. But aren't they beautiful??
So, again, Judilynn, please feel free to get someone to help you, and to do it completely guilt-free. I promise I'll be back and raring to go once I get this plague/ebola/curse/etc. taken care of. In the meantime, I WILL try to be more active on the board. I miss you guys; I really do.
Big hugs to all...
Karen
I guess it's fairly obvious that I haven't been on the computer much, if at all, for the past couple of weeks. I've just been feeling so horrible; I spend most of my time either asleep or lying on the couch. I saw a neurologist; my next step is to get some bloodwork and an MRI done. They're testing for several things, including Lupus and MS. At this point, I'd be happy just to know what's causing this. The last 3 months have been really bad; I've become really weak and am just so fatigued all the time. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
The whole point of that very long whine is to say that if you need someone else to be an Asst. Manager for you till I'm back on my feet (or butt, depending on my particular typing position LOL) I would completely understand. I feel as if I'm letting you down, and I hate that. It's just that right now, Mr. Depression is nudging his way into my life, and I don't have much interest in anything...and I mean anything. I'm really sorry to have been so lax lately. Even the grandkids have noticed it; I can't tell you how much I hate that.
One good thing in my crummy (right now) life...night before last, Miss Willow had her puppies. NINE...yes, that's right NINE girls!!!! A breeder's dream litter. Everyone happy and healthy, nice and strong. Cute as can be. Willow, for a first-time mom, is absolutely amazing. One pup was just a tad (1 oz) smaller than most of the others (they ranged at birth from 8 to 12 oz), and today my parents came over to visit their new grandpups. Well, much to everyone's surprise, while we were chatting, Willow took this little girl while the others were snoozing, picked her up (by the butt, if you don't mind) and bellied her up to the bar, giving her a bath and her choice of "milk taps" with no competition. She's going to be a great mom. Here's the first pic I took. There are only 8 pups because she had the last one while I was on the phone with a friend telling her "OH MY GOD...SHE HAD 8 GIRLS!!!!" I got off the phone and went to admire them again, and counted nine. I figured I was wonky from being up ALL NIGHT LONG, and kept re-counting, and sure enough, she'd snuck another girl into the mix. I told Nolan later that my own dog was trying to gaslight me (a family joke), and he said that when I started believing that everyone, including my dog, was trying to gaslight me, I should probably start considering that I actually WAS nuts. HaHa. He's got jokes. LOL
Here are all my girls...

Poor, tired Willow. I know how she feels. But aren't they beautiful??
So, again, Judilynn, please feel free to get someone to help you, and to do it completely guilt-free. I promise I'll be back and raring to go once I get this plague/ebola/curse/etc. taken care of. In the meantime, I WILL try to be more active on the board. I miss you guys; I really do.
Big hugs to all...
Karen


