We bought a new home phone system from Costco over the weekend. It’s pretty sweet because it connects to our cell phones via Bluetooth. Now, if we want to make a free long-distance using our cell phone, we can pick up one of our home phones to do it. Also, if someone calls one of our cell phones, it will ring on our home phone. Cool, huh?!
Updated: added link.
The vet called last night and said that the lump on Lexi’s underbelly was malignant but only a level one which means it hasn’t spread to the rest of the body. But the fax they sent me from the lab says it’s at a level 2 and “deep invasion”. :rolleyes: Dogs with this level usually live for another 70 months (about 6 years). I guess the fact that there was “no lymphatic invasion” is a good thing.
Report on Lexi's "mass"
Some text from the report: Although the tumor cells were well-differentiated the deep invasion warrants a grade II category based on the scheme of patnaik. Current literature suggest grade II mast cell tumors with low mitatic rates as seen in this case have a median survival time of 70 months.
Hrm…. that’s the first place “tumor” has shown up. 
Lexi’s surgery went fine. They cleaned her teeth while she was under, too. And she got a vaccination. We won’t know what the lump was for at least another week.
Lexi has a lump on her underbelly and I swear when I took her in months ago “they” said it was nothing to worry about. Well, it got bigger, so I took her in yesterday to the veterinarian that I trust the most at my vet’s complex (there’s 4 vets there) and he said that we should remove it. He said it wasn’t a cyst, which I gathered is just a mass full of puss or something and can be drained. So, I scheduled an appointment for Lexi on Thursday for surgery. This makes me sad. First, and most importantly, I’m worried that she’s sick. Secondly, and not very important for someone who loves their dog, it’s going to cost around $500.
Joel went his first night without a binky (pacifier) last night. He did pretty well, we think. I laid with him for most of the night however. What happened was that he wasn’t (and still isn’t) feeling well so he was up crying. At one point Christi asked me to go lie down with him. Well, I never got back up. Probably from all the alcohol.
Joel with his new Binky Buddy
Anyone have a funny Thanksgiving quote? The only one I can remember was from my brother: “I’m only friends [on Facebook] with people I don’t know.” It was also funny to see my face popup on his Droid.
I also was reminded of how much I love my wife. Since she didn’t come to my parents at the same time I did, I waited until she showed. At one point we all heard the door open and my mom said that is was probably “Chris”. I immediately got excited because I thought it was my wife instead of my brother. (Sorry Chris!)
Lexi celebrated her 10th birthday this Thanksgiving! (The big one-oh. Double digits.) We gave her treats and lots of love.
Dr. Pepper sent me a “year’s worth” in the form of 24 free 12-pack coupons. First of all, that’s only 288 days if drink 1 Dr. Pepper a day, which is typical for me. Secondly, I got the coupons November 19th, 2009 and they expire December 31, 2009. Come on Dr. Pepper and M80.
I got an email and some of the stuff was hilarious. Thanks, Chad!:
More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?
Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase “Regards” again.
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.
There is a great need for sarcasm font.
Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f*** was going on when I first saw it.
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.
How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
Was learning cursive really necessary?
“Lol” has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.
I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.
How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?
I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories
Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!
If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from; this shouldn’t be a problem…
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.
There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.
I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’
While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed.
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles…
As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my a$$ everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…
My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the hell do I respond to that?
It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
