Still nothing happy to report: no new job (Who is getting all these jobs anyway, I don't know anyone actually getting the jobs?)
My health is still crazy. The medicine I thought was making me pass out was not the culprit. I almost passed out again without having that particular med for days. Something inherent to me is causing these episodes, and they're starting to think my heart is misfiring. Or that the tumor is secreting something which is messing with my heart, etc. More testing on that this month. (Sedated this time. I did an MRI last month and thought I was SO TOUGH and didn't need sedation. I'm an idiot. I was crying by the end and was convinced there was a monster stomping around in the room who had killed everyone else and I was going to be strapped to the board forever. And my husband can't understand the irrationality of a phobia)
I got the kids a mutt puppy (Corgi, Minature Pinscher and Pomeranian- SO cute!!!) because although our German Shepherds are amazing dogs, they're too feisty for the kids to walk and they've wanted a puppy of their own. She's adorable. However Biscuit picked her up and was shaking her like he had done with Tigger as a kitten. With this, the killer bark reserved only for our neighbor who has done something to make him angry in the past and his biting the vet tech and growling at the vet the breeder has decided he needed to go back to her for a different placement. I'm so, so sad and yet somewhat relieved because Biscuit had the worst quality elbows on his breeding x-ray (the reason we got him at 2 years), and with Kelsie starting college soon I won't be able to afford the surgery. Gib had never wanted Biscuit because of this, so it actually removes one of the multiple causes of fights around here. That'll be 2 dogs I've lost in a year. And the breeder is saying she won't place another puppy with me. (We'll have too much going on according to her- although it would be the exact same number of animals in this house.) This pisses me off. I don't want to have to find another breeder, but I just may have to.
And worst of all... my 13 year old son didn't come home Fri night. He decided to stay the night at a friends house after the movie they had gone to see. About 2 AM we realized he was gone. We had people in and out and sometimes Preston hides alone in this room. He didn't call me until 10 AM Sat morning. I have never been so scared. I was so afraid something had happened to them at the movies and Preston had no ID or even his cell phone on him. I feel like I'm doing some awful bad parenting if my child can do this. He is going to start counseling on Monday. Something obviously needs to be addressed.
Sorry for yet another "Downer post from Jenn" (said in Pigs In Space style), things have to start looking the other way eventually.