Work is going good - still learning but they are actually letting me do things to live projects. They either watch me do whatever needs to be done - or I do it and then they check me. One gal is really getting into our unofficial company mud volleyball team that plays on 7/16 :) She bought the guy that will cheer with me (he has a bad knee) our little cheerleading equipment pictured below - even company colors. She found these at the Dollar Store. She's on a quest for green duct tape to tape shoes to feet while in the mud pits and green bandanas for everyone too.
The guy that will be the other cheerleader with me is quite the reader too - reading some of the same authors I read. He and his dad buy books when they come out in hard back - then share them with each other. He's given me Michael Connelly's latest book to read and give back to him when I finish it. I mentioned Tom Clancy has a new book out and he told me he would probably buy it and when he was done with it he would let me borrow it - he's also going to bring in Tom's last book for me to read since the WDM library doesn't have it. I explained how I'm a "library girl".
Butler had a bad day yesterday. I got home from work and he was laying on the kitchen floor by the table, next to the wall. He'd peed and then sweated and gotten dehydrated - who knows how long he'd laid like that. I got him up and his legs weren't working very good - he'd keep falling back on the floor - sometimes almost doing summersalts. I got him outside and he did go head over heels a few times. We got upstairs and I laid hands on him praying - and making sure he drank lots of water. He didn't do much during the evening and wasn't overly active this morning either. When I left for work I was pretty upset - even though I'd prayed for him again this morning. I wasn't sure if today wasn't the day to take him to the vet to put him down. I called home on my lunch hour - actually I debated whether I should call or not - but Dad said Butler seemed to be perking up laying on the couch barking at him a lot. That's always a good sign. When I got home his back legs weren't working the best and we struggled to get outside and struggled outside. He's tough. He's not overly active but he wasn't happy when I left him downstairs to take everything upstairs before I came back downstairs to get him - he barked and barked and barked at me. I've given Butler to God and while I want him around forever I know that doesn't happen with pets but I'm hopeful God wants him to hang around a little while longer for me.
Last night my cousin texted me and as we're texting she lets me know her dad is talking to my dad on the phone, so I go downstairs to tell Dad to tell Uncle Gerald "hi" for me and then show Dad that Jana and I are texting. I thought it was kind of funny at least :)
