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That's Just The Way Things Go Sometimes

If you were following my Tweets, Twittering, Twittered Myself messages yesterday you found out the news about my little doggy Ruby.
She's not pregnant
There I said it. It is out in the open for all to know and read about. No more second guessing. No more sitting, waiting, wishing, wondering and wanting to know. Now I know.


When I first saw the x-ray that Yooper had taken of Ruby I thought maybe he was playing a joke on me and switched a client's xray on the monitor instead of Ruby's, messing with me yet again.
Nope, no joking around. Her belly was empty, except for a previous meal making its way through her small intestine.

My reaction when I viewed that image of her skeletal body? I was surprised with myself. I thought for sure I would be upset, start crying and carrying on.
Actually I was quite calm. It wasn't meant to be is what I told myself. Even though I was seeing signs not only by her behaviour but I believed there were some bodily changes as well. She just looked different to me prior to yesterday. She looked wider. Her belly felt different, seemed to hang lower to the ground. Boy she had me fooled!

It is sort of funny when I look at her today, she doesn't look pregnant like I led myself to believe before I found out the news. Even though I kept telling myself there is always that chance she may not be, I thought for sure she was. I really did.
Yet I was not as disappointed as I thought I would be when I learned she would not be having little Corgi puppies, carrying on her excellent disposition, her cuteness, and neurotic tendencies.
Sniffle, sniffle.........

When outcomes such as these arise, I've always told myself, such is life, it was not meant to be. There is always a reason for how things end up, even though we may not always know what that reason or reasons may be. It is this path of life we take. Up and down, bumps along the way, twists and turns. All we can do is keep plugging along, stay open minded, reason with those curve balls thrown at us and while we may strike out a few times, we keep walking on.

So what happens now? Do I still have plans to try again and see if Ruby will get pregnant next time? Possibly. Time will tell. Ruby will tell me. She'll let me know when she would like to hook up with Jerry Lee again. Or we'll find her another date.

I'm cool with the outcome. Truly I am. Even though these past 42 days have been a roller coaster of mind games, dreaming of puppies and how much fun it would be for my kids and how much cuteness of it all, I'm okay. I've let go of how exciting it would have been, what a blast to blog about her pregnancy, the birth, the puppies and oh the picture! Lawdy, the pictures I could have taken. Thankfully I don't have to worry about those filling and crashing my hard drive now.

I do want to thank all of you, my blogging friends, for your support, well wishes, crossing of fingers and cheering on Ruby and me during all of this. Reading your comments, suggestions and advice along the way has taught me one thing through this whole adventure. Even though I have never met any of you in person, but have only been introduced to you through this blog, I see I have some of the nicest people visiting here everyday. Thank you for stopping by, sharing my crazy life, showing your support and best of all becoming my friend!

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Busy As A Bee, So Very Cliche

I know, I know, such a cliche title, so very redundant, and boring. But it is the first thing that came to my mind today as I happened to sit down and drop in to my blog and load up this picture. 

Nikon d80, with 18-200 mm VR lens, ISO 400, Aperture 5.6, shutter speed 1/640 sec, focal length 200mm


This picture sums up my day already and it is only half over with. Yep, busy as a bee. However, I'm not complaining because odd jobs that needed to be taken care of I took care of! At least a couple. I'll check those three things off my list of 123, 000 items I have to do. But I feel relief and feel a bit more focused now.

By the way, this cute little bumble bee caught my eye when I heard him making a fuss inside this tulip. The poor bugger was stuck and couldn't seem to fly himself out. At least the animal lover in me thought he was stuck.
So I made a deal with him. I told him if he just stayed put inside that tulip for a bit more, then I would let him go, I mean save him. 
Then he shouted back at me and told me since I have a cool yellow and black camera strap that matches his fuzzy yellow and black body, we could call it good. 
So I took his picture, at least a dozen times, then gently pushed that tulip over he had trapped himself in and he buzzed away. 
He was sent free on his way to continue his job of being a busy bee and I came away with some cool shots. All was well in my little la-la photography world of mine. 

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Ruby Tuesday.......update.....

Ruby update................no news is good news right or is no news is bad news? Whichever it is, you will all be really upset with me once I have told you the news. Whatever news that may be, I still can't figure out.
I know the suspense is killing most of you, if not making you wonder what is up with that cute, little cyber Corgi dog you like to visit every Tuesday here on this blog.
Suspense killing you huh? Hmmm, I feel your pain.
Let me tell you how today went.
First off, according to my calendar and Ruby's last romp with Jerry Lee would give her 40 days. 40 stinkin' days of wondering, pondering, sitting, waiting, wishing for well you know, PUPPIES!
And according to Yooper's rule of checking potentially preggo dogs, puts her two days shy of officially checking and finding little skeletal bodies floating around in Ruby's belly, I mean uterus.
2 freakin' days!


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So what did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, or well sort of and cursed the whole 42-45 day mark .
So while eating my chicken Toquita with guacamole today at Taco Bell with Yooper, I tell him I am surely bringing Ruby in Thursday for her exam whether he likes it or not, no matter how busy he is. I'll xray her myself if I have to. I know I could figure that out.
"Honey, I have cyber people who are dying to know whether my dog is gonna have little mini Rubys! Inquiring minds need to know." He shook his head at me, wiping chili bean burito sauce from his face, squirted more Taco Bell hot sauce on his food and had the audacity to tell me, "She may not even be pregnant, just want to let you know that. So don't go getting all your hopes up and such."
GASP! How dare he! I then slammed my fist down on the little table in Taco Bell, right onto a package of hot sauce and it burst open and splattered all over his face!
Sigh..........kidding about that last part. I wished I had better aim. And I really didn't slam my fist down. I think I more or less had tears filling my eyes, real salty ones. I'm a wimp.
But I am not kidding about his little factual comment. He did say that part.
Then not noticing my watering eyes, he sighs, "We could also ultrasound her. You could have brought her into the clinic today and I could have done that."
By now I am reaching for more of my Diet Pepsi, wishing I had a flask of whiskey to dump into my drink, and gave Yooper a cross-eyed look.
He laughs, "Don't go and get your hopes up. I will tell you this, if I see your little dog whip out a cigarette, light it and with her other paw hold a glass of tequila, then I'll surely know that redneck dog she messed around with got her pregnant."
I am married to thee funniest man in thee entire world. Someone save me.

So aren't you so incredibly happy to read all about this and find out, I STILL DON'T KNOW if she has little puppies in her oven?
I promise, I swear, I will have an answer on Thursday.
Promise okay? Girl scout honor. Cross my heart. I will let you all know.
I'll Twitter the news as soon as I am either done jumping up and down excitedly or down on my knees crying a river. Just check over to the right hand column where it says, "I've Twittered Myself", then you'll know!

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Ruby Tuesday ~ Sitting, Waiting, Wishing ~

Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing 
You believed in superstitions 
Then maybe you'd see the signs 

The Lord knows that this world is cruel 
I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool 
Learning lovin' somebody don't make them love you 

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you 
Must I always be playing, playing your fool 


I sang your songs, I danced your dance 
I gave your friends all a chance 
But putting up with them 
Wasn't worth never having you 

Maybe you've been through this before 
But it's my first time so please ignore 
The next few lines cause they're directed at you 

I can't always be waiting, waiting on you 
I can't always be playing, playing your fool 


I keep playing your part  
But it's not my scene 
Want this plot to twist 
I've had enough mystery 
Keep building it up 
Then you shooting me down 
But I'm already down 

Just wait a minute 
Just sitting, waiting 
Just wait a minute 
Just sitting, waiting 



Well, if I was in your position 
I'd put down all my ammunition 
I'd wonder why'd it take me so long 

But the Lord knows that I'm not you 
And if I was, I wouldn't be so cruel 
Cause waitin' on love ain't so easy to do 

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you 
Must I always be playing, playing your fool 

No, I can't I always keep waiting, waiting on you 
I can't always be playing, playing your fool
Jack Johnson
"Sitting, Waiting, Wishing"

Pregnant? Or not?
To be continued..................

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