MY NEW TOY

Remember back on Friday I took my BFF JJ to the vets? And I took his siblings, who are also my grand kidlets, along for support? After taking JJ back home, we headed out to WalMart, because, let's face it...those kids are troopers. They could have stayed home playing wii, or watching Hannah Banana instead of going to the vets to hear JJ scream in pain getting the poop scooped out of him shots and stuff like that.

My grandson wanted a couple zipper binders, and his sister wanted a new digital camera nothing. They both wanted McD's and got it.

I wanted to look at laptops. Not that I could afford one, but the thought of going on my cruise, and then heading down to OC for three weeks without my little blogging fingers flying away left me in a cold sweat. It's either buy a laptop, steal hers when she pulls into port, or cancel the whole trip.
It almost killed me to even ask a sales person for assistance because I'm a bit ticked at the folks at WallyWorld. Last Sunday afternoon I got an email from them saying they were advertising Toshiba Satellite laptops for $399, in store only. Additionally, the email said there were only ten per store, and the ad was for THAT DAY! The last time I saw a deal like that I had advance notice, and still wasn't fast enough to nab one.

So here we are, Friday after the Sunday and the sales associate asks me if I have any preferences. Yeah, I have to have internet! Oh, music would be nice too. She tells me they have a great deal for $399....a Toshiba 15.4 in. blah, blah, Vista, wireless something, DVD R/W+ and other regular stuff. According to the sales associate, this particular store got 100 laptops, and people assumed (like me) that they were gone. So just know, that if you are in the market for a new laptop this one is a steal. Check your local WallyWorld.

I buy it, yes I do! But hears the catch. I don't know a thing about laptops.

Here it is.


And what the heck is with the light show? I'm not sure when it's off, sleeping or hibernating....or what the difference is. My desk top is a Sony Viao, and I never turn it off....tornadoes be damned!



Am I missing something? I could probably read at least one of the three pamphlets that came with it. I'm getting brain freeze just thinking about this . I'm gonna have to purge the third grade. That means out with the multiplication tables, and California State history. Yeah, like we already know that Father Junipero Serra freed the swallows from Capistrano. And now, everyone shows up once a year to moon the Amtrak train watch the swallows come back. What the?

Tomorrow is nominations on Big Brother...stop back to take the poll for who will be the third houseguest evicted.

I will also give you a recap on my crazy Saturday.

THE BRAVEST LITTLE TROOPER

Today was the day our little guy JJ, had to have his annual physical and immunizations....SHOTS! I agreed to take him, but I made others go with me for moral support.

When I had my own dog, Charlie, I never held him, or even stayed in the same room with him when he got shots. He had to know it wasn't my idea...at all. His

oldest sister used to scream bloody murder, scratch, run, kick, bite, you name it! To this day she's scared to death. I didn't want JJ to be traumatized and blame me.
I explained to his siblings that he would be getting three shots, a blood test, and a fecal sample would be collected. A what? I explained that they needed some fresh poop to check for worms and stuff. EWWWWWW! Just the realization of exactly how that happens was a sad awakening for the kids.

The nurse took JJ back into another room for the tests. Then she came back with the Doctor. ok, so some of you call her a vet. She looked in his ears and nose.....listened to his heart, checked his teeth and THEN SAID IT WAS TIME FOR THE SHOTS. What? I thought that was done already! We had to leave the room. And yes, JJ cried with each one! They tried to sooth things over with some crappy doggie treats....and JJ turned his nose up! I asked the Dr. if they might have some bacon strips or sausage treats but no!
They gave us JJ's rap sheet.

You can't say Grandma J isn't the bravest, kindest, clueless grandma in the world. Actually, she did great for a fourteen year old.
We left and took JJ home. Where we gave him two nice chewy steak bites.