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Happy belated Birthday, katzb101

Apologies for the belated part, but here's hoping you had a wonderful birthday, filled with everything you could have hoped for.

*snore*

So sleepy. Kitty did not want me to get extra sleep, so I ended getting up at 6, instead of 7 like I normally would. Damn kitty. Though he's so sweet about it, wanting love and snuggles I just can't get upset at him. Normally, at ten of six, he gets cuddles, and he likes them. So, I give him cuddles. For how bad the first week or two was, he's really settled in to be a good house cat, I have to say. The dog loves him, he likes the dog, and the girls tolerate the smelly boy cat. He's charmed our family, to the point that he can do no wrong, and is rapidly settling in to become a lardass like the rest of the family.

Did I mention that our little, barely 3 pounder is now 14 pounds? He shot up about an inch and a half as soon as he started getting fed regularly. Now, he's this tall, long limbed graceful cheetah shaped thing. I have to get some new pictures, if he ever holds still long enough.

Aside from that, things have been...hectic. Grandmom's still in the hospital, owing to the fact that she's got a blood clot in her leg and the first antibiotic didn't work on the urinary tract infection. The meds they gave her for the pain were making her confused, and it was just...yeah. Not fun. But, in the midst of that, we've had some amazing things go on:

She was in what they call the Extended Emergency Dept, which is basically the old emergency room. It's where they put people they need to monitor, but don't have beds for. It's loud, the rooms are small, and there are no windows. Depressing as hell, but hey, they were taking care of her. We were told that she would be there until she came home. Then, magically on Wednesday night, she got moved up to her normal spot on the third floor, just in time to celebrate her 92 birthday. We found out yesterday that down in EED on Wednesday, one of our favorite 3rd floor nurses was on. Oliver, who we've always teased about being Grandmom's secret boyfriend, saw her in that dingy room, and couldn't stand it. So, when a bed opened on the third floor, he had her moved, throwing every bit of his weight as Duty nurse behind the decision.

As a result, she got to spend her birthday in a nice room, with a window, and people she knows taking care of her. Her nurse took time during her break to go get her a balloon, a birthday card and a little pound cake. Her cardiologist, who can be an asshole at times, dragged half the interns of the hospital in to sing happy birthday to her. Not surprisingly, once she landed in the right place, she's feeling much better, and with reduced pain meds, she's also much more clear-headed.

I may bitch about Good Sam, and whether or not their doctors are competent sometimes, but at least they care. And sometimes, letting someone know they're special makes all the difference.

Now, off to do some work. Ew.

Y'know...

I am horribly disturbed that not only do I know who Mayhem is, I'm starting to find him hot. Send help.

Also, upon seeing the CW upfronts pictures, my reactions were, in order:

Oh, holy fuck, Jensen should always have stubble. Wow, did you bother to stop drinking to go to this thing? Nope, didn't think so. Honey, while those pants are lovely, you've obviously put on a couple pounds, and they're a wee snug--well. Jen obviously hangs to the left. Guh.

Who's the hottie? Tom Welling? No shit? If he looked like that on the show, I might watch Smallville.

OMFG, Jared. With twenty extra pounds. His little face! Eeeee! Wow, see that you joined Jen in that all night bender. Whoa, thighs. Now, I see how Jeff could be your daddy. Mrrrow.

Who's the cutie with Mayhem? Isn't she a little old for his tastes? Did I just think that. Oh, god. They've corrupted me. Dammit.

eM pleH. /geeky wrestling fan. *grin*