So the Vet just called me. Dr. Whir said Lexie's liver enzymes. So high, they can't even read it.

They need to do a bioacid test. $105.28 which is already discounted because I bought health insurance at Banfield. This test will tell me where the problem is coming from. Either her liver alone or her liver & her shunt (A portosystemic shunt is a blood vessel that bypasses liver tissue, carrying blood from the intestines, stomach, spleen, and pancreas to the heart before it can be filtered and cleansed of proteins, sugars, bacteria, and toxins). If the test says that the liver and shunt is causing her liver enzymes to go off the charts, surgery will be required. I will have to find a surgeon to do that. Surgeon = $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.

Where am I going to get the $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$? I'm worried.



"I'm Just a Boy" is on. Jessica and I thought it was a weird song hearing it on the radio yesterday. But after reading the lyrics....not too shabby. We likey.




:)

If I Were A Boy
Beyonce Knowles

If I were a boy even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted
And go drink beer with the guys

And chase after girls
I'd kick it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
'Cause they stick up for me

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

If I were a boy
I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone it's broken
So they'd think that I was sleeping alone

I'd put myself first
And make the rules as I go
'Cause I know that she'd be faithful
Waiting for me to come home, to come home

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

It's a little too late for you to come back
Say it's just a mistake
Think I'd forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong

But you're just a boy
You don't understand
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man

You don't listen to her
You don't care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
'Cause you're taking her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy

She's Katie Ka-Boom
Katie Ka-Boom
She lives in a house with a garden in bloom
Her family knows that any time soon
Their little lady, Katie
Goes ka-boom!!!

That's what Jessica sang to me after I told her the story of how I went ka-boom last night.

This weekend shaped up to be pretty snazzy.

It started out with a date night on Friday...just me and Josh. My original plan was dinner and a movie, but he surprised me with tickets to see Greg Proop (the guy from Whose Line is it Anyway?) at the Irvine's Improv Comedy Club!! It's nice to just sit there and laugh at nothing. I liked it so much, I'm ordering tickets to see Jay Mohr (the guy from Gary Unmarried) for this Friday. I can't wait! We have to remember this time to go to Pinkberry. We walked passed it and I wanted to suggest it, but didn't want Josh to think I was a pig...esp since I just polished off a plate of nachos with extra jalapenos. What's funny is...Josh said he would have gone for it! =P

Saturday...chores for everyone till it was time to head over to Amy's house. Michael was hosting a poker party and invited Josh to go over and play. I will never understand how a bunch of guys can sit there from 8 pm to 4:30 am and do nothing but play poker. I youtubed Twilight and played with the puppies...sat with Amanda and read J14 and SuperPop magazines. Move over JTT, it's Robert Pattinson's time now! Knocked out at midnight on Amy's couch. I'm not so young anymore.

Sunday...hung out with Megan while the boys went to the casino. Made carnitas con chile, some Spanish rice, and of course, beans for dinner. Not too shabby for Hollie.

Was shaping up to be pretty good weekend, until I was awaken at 4 am Monday morning to Lexie, laying in her bed whimpering. I turned on the lights and there was curry yellow puke everywhere. So glad I bought health insurance for her! Took her to Banfield...doc said she must have eaten something her stomach didn't like. She's fine now. WHEW.

And yesterday, Josh learned of how strongly I felt about...RUBBER BANDS. Hate 'em. Never liked 'em. Esp when he's pulling one way back, ready to sling it at you. I was literally going to jump over the table and slit his throat in the middle of Don Jose.

My mom just told me to tell Josh that she is very sweet and juicy.


--- On Mon, 1/12/09, Sonya Chung wrote:
From: Sonya Chung
Subject: RE:
To: hchung
Date: Monday, January 12, 2009, 4:08 PM


Before I forget, tell Josh that the oranges are sweet just like me. It is very juicy and sweet.

Okay, so I just got my W-2. I'm ready to do my taxes now.

I still think I should be able to claim my dogs as dependents. Psh.

So Amy's fish is sick. Covered in red polka-dots.

Johnny: if you need someone to do CPR for them, call Hollie...if you need someone to make sushi, call Karrie...


So funny...ahh...Laughing feels good. Plus this chicken bao from 168 market tastes so good.

We got it! Even though this cabin wasn't our first choice, it's still pretty with our own private dock to the lake. Our first choice cabin was booked. =( Arghs. To people who only booked it for one night.

Either way, I can't wait to go up to Big Bear for Valentine's Day weekend. =)

Inter-tubing!! WOOOOOOOOOOOTT.

Mystery solved. We know who the infamous Poop Lady is.

Amy, for some reason, always needs to pee between 3:30 and 4:00. Everytime she goes in, she gets gased out. Or pooped out? It stinks so bad in there, she'd rather hold it than relieve herself in the raunchy smelling women's bathroom. We've been trying to figure out who the mystery pooper is.

Just now, I went to pee from all the water I've been drinking (cause Kelly said it clears up your skin and I would love to have some of that). As I walked in, a stall door closed. I put on 1 toilet seat cover. It was when I put on the second cover that she really let one rip. LOUD. Using my awesome detective skills, I bent down just enough to see what kind of shoes she was wearing. Ahh...black pointy boots. 

I, excitedly, skipped back to the office, did a little victory dance, and said, "I have come across the Mystery Pooper." Jessica and I made camp by my desk, where we peeled open one sliver of the blinds apart...just enough to see who walks by with clue #1.

We sat there. Waiting. And waiting. And some more. She finally came out after 5 minutes of us, sitting there like ducks. We see a petite, pretty Hispanic girl walk by our window. She was wearing..black pointy shoes. (!!!) Jessica says, "I never would have suspected that all that came from that little thing. She's so...little." I guess pretty people poop too. 

And that, my friends, was the highlight of our day. Ahh...the simple life at an office.