Complacency and Rats...

...don't mix.


Just when you haven't heard any noises in awhile nor seen anything, and your traps have remained empty for weeks, you open the cabinet door to check and you see this:







And for the record, as I was scrolling through my pics on the computer, full size, I jumped halfway to the ceiling when I came to this one. For added laughs, you should know that I am at work.


Please please please let this have been the only one.

Get Ready

I'm getting my soapbox out

Indifference

Ok so in the process of adding that lovely boxer thingy I managed to delete my page counter. I can't get it back because I don't know my sign-in name apparently and when you click on "forgot your sign-in?" it says to go to your page counter and hover over it to get it. So there ya go, it's that rock/hard place thing. I guess I will have to sign up for a new account. Since I spent so much time jacking with that I haven't bothered to post anything.

I adopted out my precious Randi boxer girl last weekend. Wonderful family, she will be SO spoiled, as an only dog who gets to go to work with Daddy every day and has another dog at his work to play with. I couldn't have asked for more for her. I miss her terribly of course but not all freaked out like the first time she got adopted (and subsequently returned) probably because I am very comfortable with her new family. I'm disappointed they have changed her name to Lexi, but that is of course their perogative. There are a lot of Lexi's out there, but I never met another Randi. Ah well, she will always be Randi to me!

I'm surprising the kid with a trip to the circus tonight, that ought to be a lot of fun. I took her last year, and the year before went with Phillip when he took her. I'd much rather take her tomorrow night on a non-school-night, but Mama is (supposedly) coming to get her tomorrow night for the weekend. I'd hate to count on her giving the brush-off and then she actually shows up and the kid misses the circus, so we will go tonight.

We were supposed to go and visit Phillip last weekend, but they were locked down and so we couldn't. They still are, it will apparently be a week tomorrow, as last Thursday was the last time that he called. I hope it won't last much longer.

Ok well that's a wrap. I still don't feel like writing anything. ACK.

Friday, I Thought You'd Never Get Here

It is seriously time for an update here. I'm way lagging behind. I completely missed out on NaBloPoMo, though the first 3 days I quite by accident posted something every day. I don't think I found out about it until the 6th or something. Oh well, maybe next year.

Ok, yes, a couple of my recent posts have been somewhat cryptic. I hate to disappoint my 3 or so whole readers, but I'm not going into any details right now. If I start to talk about it then I'll start to analyze it and right now what I need to do is just let it BE and see what happens. When I know, you'll know, how's that?

Ok, so you're not going to get an update after all because I had to do some work. Better luck next time.

Sometimes I Really Hate Modern Technology

You know how you can misconstrue things that you read in e-mail or in instant messages? Read an entirely opposite meaning or tone into things people say via those mediums?

Well, you can misconstrue things via text message too. WAY misconstrue.

:)

Perfect

Quote for the day:

Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.

Yes, perfect indeed.

Booby Trapped

My uncle came over last night and set rat traps up all over my kitchen. I am almost afraid to go in there for fear of getting snapped myself, and it is a MUST to keep the dogs out of there, though none are on the floor. Boxers are known for "counter surfing" though and there are a couple on the counters. Hopefully (I think) I will go home to find something that I'd ordinarily rather not see, but I'd rather see it than a live one streak across my floor again.


Fortunately I had a flat tire this morning (HA! When are you ever going to hear THAT again?) and my uncle has to come over tonight to replace the donut with the new/used tire he got for me today, so he can take away the corpse(s). I'm just always going to be a girl that way - I do not want to touch or go near or look at or be in the same hemisphere as rats.

Tomorrow's Friday, thank God.

It's True What They Say

You can't go back. I never really thought you could. But recently I made contact with a special someone from my past and I started to believe that maybe you could.

Until he let me know last night, via text message no less, that it is not to be.

It's good that his life is getting back on track. I am truly happy for him. But we have known each other nearly 20 years now, and he opts to give me this news via text message?

Men really are all the same.

But at least now maybe I can get off the roller coaster.

AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!

I just went into my kitchen and saw a rat scurrying away. I don't know what he was doing before I walked in, all I saw was him scurrying, and I don't know precisely where he went because I ran screaming from the kitchen. And screaming. And screaming.

Here we fucking go again.

Woohoo, it's Friday

I think I'll try not to drink a whole huge bottle of wine and stay up until 5:30 a.m. this week. Should be easy, I have a Halloween party to take the kid to.

On the other hand, it'll be over early, and I may need a drink pretty bad after dealing with that. Time will tell.

Happy Weekend

A Keen Grasp of the Obvious

Men suck.

Good grief

Um, what a weekend.

I started it out by going to the State Fair on Friday (pictures to follow), then stayed up drinking a giant bottle of wine until almost 5:00 a.m. (totally unintended) when I had to get up early and get to the vet to pick up Fred. I worked at the store all day Saturday except for a brief exit to take Cassidy to her school carnival. Then we made the drive to visit Phillip, which was a nice visit as always but DAMN that drive. I drove all but 1 1/2 hours of it too. I was SO ready for sleep last night!

Depending on how fast you were, you might have noticed a couple of drunken blog entries which I uh, took care of once I came to my senses and got to a computer on Saturday. ACK. Oh, I suppose they really weren't that bad I suppose but not necessarily stuff I want "out there." Anyway.

I had an eye exam today and I think I am going to get contacts. We'll see. I never have before because I couldn't imagine putting something little in my eye and leaving it there and then fishing it out later, not to mention the always changing them and this and that and the other. But I am reallllllly tired of glasses and now they have contacts that you only have to change every 30 days which sounds awesome. I go back tomorrow to get them and try them, so we will see.

By the Way

(because I haven't had the good sense to go to bed yet)

My Whirlpool Cabrio review was a hit. One of my very bestest friends just got one. With any luck I can get her to guest author an entry and write a review of her own. :)

Decisions, Decisions

So I'm stealing wireless internet access at home in order to get online on my (brother's) awesome laptop, and mostly I have one choice to hack into, but tonight, I had 2:

linksys, or imadooshbag61

Gee, guess which one I chose as less likely to be monitoring my unsecure hacking into their internet?

I used to be so on top of all the new technology crap, but now I just have no idea.

Well, except for the obvious.

Wow, a Whole Nuther Week Gone By

Excuse me whilst I pat meself on the back. As of this morning, I managed to lose 5.5 pounds since starting the diet contest last Thursday.

Of course, being sick all week and basically everything I ate coming right back up for a day and a half did not hurt the cause, I am sure. And not even a stomach bug. It's allergies/sinus infection crap, yet AGAIN, and coughing fits so bad that... well, everything comes back up. Or did. Better now, and back at work yesterday and today. Room for improvement still, though.

Shhhh, this is a secret... but I have another foster dog. His name is Fred. (For the record, this foster I did not get to name myself) Fred is believed to be a Boston Terrier/boxer mix. That seems right, he certainly seems a cross between my foster boxer Randi and my Boston, Tucker. (Hehehe, Tucker. I didn't name Tucker, either. Care to guess what Tucker's nickname is? **grin**) He is 8 months to a year old, they say, and was due to be put down after 2:00 on the day I agreed to foster him.

I know, I know, I have too many dogs. I didn't MEAN to agree to foster another one. It just HAPPENED. You know. "They are going to euthanize him after 2:00 today if I don't pull him" just tends to tear at your heartstrings. Actually I had agreed to foster one for them for 3 to 4 months for a lady who was leaving an abusive relationship and couldn't take her dog with her. Turns out she went to her parents instead of her brother's and got to take the dog. So then they asked me to foster this one. Anyway.

Haven't made it to the State Fair yet to see my prize-winning photo on display. I took off work early on Tuesday planning to go right after the kid got out of school but ended up leaving early sick instead. Now I am hoping to go tomorrow. This weekend is the last weekend and we are going to visit Phillip on Sunday so it's today or never.

And all I really want to do is have an evening without the kid and drink that giant bottle of wine that I bought...

"It Was a Boring Meeting"

Said my boss of the 3-day partner retreat he just returned from.

"Well, did you do ANYthing fun?" I asked.

"Got drunk," said he.

There's a Reason Diet has DIE in it

Diets should not be begun on Thursdays. I've never started a diet on anything but a Monday. Mondays suck anyway, and should be thus reserved as a day for all sucky things. Which is probably why most of my diets last exactly half a day.

But alas, I find myself in a contest of sorts to find the "biggest loser" among our cozy group of 3. Whomever loses the largest percentage of body weight in the next 2 weeks, wins a $100 gift card to a fancy mall. Ah, incentive.

It would have been nice to know this YESTERDAY though. So I wouldn't have eaten that sausage biscuit this morning, and that coffee with mega creamer in it, before I learned of impending diet. Plus I still have that carton of chocolate chip ice cream in my freezer at home. And had I known yesterday was my last real lunch for awhile, I would have eaten at Potbelly and not something out of the microwave.

But 2 weeks isn't forever.

It is just too bad I can't lose 40 pounds by Saturday.

Yes, big and unexpected happenings coming up this weekend. I'll have to elaborate on that later though.

God Love the Flea Flicker

Except when it's the opposing team who has successfully executed it. I noted a couple of flea flickers in watching the NFL highlights Sunday evening.

Ok, yes, I did watch the majority of the much-hyped return of TO to Philly. About what I expected. Lots of hype, and TO basically didn't do shit. He had lots of opportunities to catch stuff, but failed to do it. So the talk of "the crowd doesn't really bother me" is BS because he doesn't typically go around dropping shit all day. And mis-running routes causing interceptions. Etcetera.

The real irritation of the game for me was when Glenn just almost caught that ball - and he may have; I don't think they ever determined whether he did or not - but they didn't have to determine that, because the Cowboys got the pass interference call. For a LOT of yards. Note, had Glenn caught that ball I probably would have won my fantasy football game.

THANKS, guy who interfered on Glenn. So yes, I still have reasons to hate the Eagles.

Have I mentioned lately (and yes, I know that Sunday's game was a close one for them and how embarrassing would THAT have been for their first loss to come to the Titans after the Cowboys spanked them the week before so thank God that didn't happen) that...

My Colts remain undefeated

Me Among Them

I'll bet there are tons of brides out there who WISH someone had done this for them:

SALT LAKE CITY (Oct. 4) - A pre-wedding shopping trip for a 21-year-old bride ended with felony charges against her parents, who she says kidnapped her and drove her 240 miles to Colorado, trying to talk her out of the nuptials along the way and holding her until she missed the ceremony.

Reprinted without permission but not for monetary gain from AOL News.

Well That's a Fine Kettle of Fish!

One of my favorite bloggers has shut down her blog.

No warning. Well, at least, *I* had no warning. I got really busy and didn't get to read blogs for about a week, so she might have said goodbye, I dunno.

But I am really sad. Not only do I not know how it ended as it were, I never got the opportunity to go back and read all the stuff I missed prior to the time I started reading it.

How could you DO this, Christine?

I'd link ya, but there's nothin' left to link to.

ACK.

Exxon, you STILL suck, and I am SOOOOO not surprised

ExxonMobil, the company that announced jaw-dropping profits of $18.7 billion for the first half of 2006, said in June that it would fight the U.S. Justice Department over $92 million that the government said the company owes in the still-uncompleted 1989 Exxon Valdez oil-spill cleanup. [Fox News-AP, 6-19-06] [New York Times, 6-2-06]

Tagged!!!

Ouch! Well ok, it doesn't hurt. And Colin, don't worry, I don't hate you, could never hate ya :)

So this is a word association game, and the words are:

Music -> relaxing. Unless you're at a stop light and some ass hole is blasting their shit for all to hear and you can't hear your own. Then I wanna kick some ass.
Karma -> may it bite certain people I am thinking of in the ass hehe
Time -> should only exist in cincrements of p.m.
Angel -> the kid. Except for when she is a devil
Blue -> jeans. My favorite

Monday is not a good day for these things... I just counted the word "ass" 3 times in my responses.


Ok, so, no one I know will ever respond to this anyway but I guess I am supposed to throw it out there.

So... Crystal, Stacey, Jennifer, Paul, Danelle... get cracking. Here are your words:

Purple
Space
Fate
Smiley
Monday


I can't wait to read the responses to Monday.

Abby - 1/31/91 to 9/28/06

I held my baby schnauzer's paw as she crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. Godspeed, my little Abby, always remember how much I love you, and tell Nikki, Molly, Trudy and all of the others how much I miss them.

I had over 15-1/2 years with her, but no matter how much time you have, it is never enough. She was really starting to go downhill even since her vet visit last week, and since I had taken her up to the store with me on Saturday. My mom was so surprised in how she had changed from Saturday to yesterday. She wouldn't eat even a bite of her dinner Wednesday night, and I knew that it was time. She had lost another pound in the past week. She was still eating treats though. She wasn't really *there* anymore though. Her eyes that were once so full of life were just vacant, empty and staring.

Run through the tall grass as you've always loved to do Abby my Jungle Doggie. I'll see you when I get there.

Feel Better, T.O.

Even *I* am not hard hearted of a bitch enough to kick even *this* man when he is down.

Though I have to say, when I first heard of this I figured probably the media had latched on to something and was completely blowing it out of proportion.

Which seems to be what did indeed happen.

It is probably totally not appropriate for me to express the thought I couldn't help but have earlier, that being...

if you can't take the heat from being an ass, why don'tcha stop bein' an ass?

Feel better, T.O., regardless of what did or did not happen last night.

Let's Play Ketchup

Or rather, catch up, shall we?

My pretty Marie girl went to her new forever home:

I took the kid to see the American Idols on Tour show, and this was the view I had most of the time:

She had a great time though, and so did I!

Later that weekend we went to visit Phillip, it was his birthday weekend. Sucks to spend your birthday in jail. On the way down, I transported a pretty dalmatian girl to a rescue group in Houston:

And on the way back, I picked up a boxer and a Boston terrier, Siva and Tucker, who are the latest additions to the doggie family at my house:

Tomorrow, my dog Terri goes into the vet to have this removed:

My Buddy Dude went on his calendar photo shoot:

(I took this one, actual calendar photo(s) still pending)

And I am having to face the sad reality that my Abby girl is getting older. Her heart murmur and tumors are unchanged, but she has lost 5 pounds since April (1/3 of her body weight) and is exhibiting odd behaviors of late that the vet attributes to dementia :( She goes tomorrow for bloodwork to determine her level of kidney and liver functions. Please keep her and Terri in your thoughts.

And that's a wrap for now.

GEEZ!

My daily site hit average has gone up tremendously in the past 2 weeks. Which is very odd, considering I haven't been writing much the past 2 weeks. Hmmm, what does THAT tell me? The funny thing is most of the referrals are coming from searches for Whirlpool Cabrio reviews.

I wonder if any of these people will stay to read anything else?

Well, they might if I'd write something, huh?

It's a Bird, it's a Plane...

...it's PICKLEFACE!

A Pretty Good Day

I got two "you made my day"s via e-mail, and my boss told me "you're a genius."

But I'm still ready to go home.

More later.

Whirlpool Cabrio Washer and Dryer Review

The long awaited, by at least 2 whole people. ;)

These are awesome, awesome, AWESOME. Oh, and did I mention, awesome?

This washer is huge, HUGE I tell you. Well, it's a standard sized washer, but the inside is huge. I never dreamed one could wash so many clothes at the same time. And have them all come out clean. The only downside is that once they are dry, you have so many more clothes to fold/hang up/put away all at once. Which I hate to do. Anyway.

The Cabrio doesn't have the big agitation thingy sticking up in the middle taking up most of the room in the washer. Thus you don't have to situate your clothes around it, and you can get a LOT more clothes in. I got the black model with the clear lid, which is awesome, you can watch it wash. This model has a few more features than the white model without the clear lid. It has some awesome features, like double rinse, and features for extra-dirty clothes. It has a digital "remaining time" display, so as you set your features for the current load, you can see how long it will take to complete. It has 3 automatic dispensers, one for soap/color safe bleach, another for chlorine bleach, and a third for fabric softener. You can use either liquid or powder soap, but if you use a color-safe bleach, you must use the same as your soap is, i.e. both liquid or both powder, but not one of each.

So far all of my clothes have come out wonderfully clean. My only real complaint is that if you don't go put them in the dryer as soon as they are done washing, they sometimes get so wrinkled from sitting that even the dryer can't get the wrinkles out.

The Cabrio dryer is awesome too. Plenty big enough to hold the large loads of the washer (well, one would hope, they are a set), and dries quickly. It also has a boatload of settings to choose from. It too has a digital remaining time display, which adjusts as your clothes dry. It actually gauges how wet your clothes still are and adjusts the time accordingly. One thing you will want to do is make sure you have the setting for how dry you want them set to "more," otherwise you may find several items still damp when it stops. Changing this to "more" very nearly eliminates that problem. If, however, you want to take your clothes out while they are still damp and hang them to finish drying, there is a setting for that as well.

Ok, that's my take on them. A lot of money, I never would have dreamed I'd spend THAT much on a washer, but after using them, I am completely satisfied that I did the right thing.

If you have any questions about them that I haven't answered here, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me an e-mail.

Whatta Week

It's been quite a week since last I posted here. We moved into our new offices at work last Monday, I've had a flat tire and a sick kid (with mono, no less), wasted an entire evening on a wild goose chase meet and greet with one of my foster boxers, dealt with another bloody dog fight between Randi and Buddy, took the kid to her surprise concert last week, went to visit Phillip, transported dogs both ways to/from Houston, including making 2 new canine additions to the family (which, I know, I needed to do like I needed a hole in my head) in the process.

But all of that will have to wait.

For my focus now must be on my promised review of my new Whirlpool Cabrio washer and dryer.

I mean, I am getting requests now. Requests. I have to keep my fans happy.

Unfortunately it is 4:59 and time to go so I will have to get back to you in the morning.

Happy Labor Day

Me: (on the phone) Hmmm, I guess PetsMart is closed today
Kid: What holiday is today?
Me: It's Labor Day today
Kid: But I'm not wearing green!

I Interrupt This Blog to Brag on Myself

I don't recall if I mentioned (and I am far too lazy to go back and look) that I entered a couple of pictures in the upcoming State Fair of Texas' photo contest.

The results of the judging came in the mail yesterday. Let me begin by saying that, according to my results sheet, I am Exhibitor No. 14,257.

And yet, somehow, one of my pictures won 2nd place in its category, Texas Animals/Wildlife.

Amazing.

Well, not so much. I worked HARD on this picture. Terribly. I was at Jennifer's house for her baby's birthday party, happened to look over at her squirrel feeder and say "oh look, a squirrel," and managed to snap a picture of it before it darted away.

It was the only picture on the disk that wasn't of the kid's party.

Go figure.

What did I win for this wondermous feat? Just a ribbon, my picture on display for the duration of the upcoming State Fair, and bragging rights, apparently. My letter said "Total prize money awarded $0.00." But that's ok.

Thanks to Jennifer, without whom I would not even have known about the contest, much less managed to actually enter anything.

And thank YOU, little squirrel. I wonder if he'll ever know he's famous?

Exactly!

From the Onion:

While Cowboys fans are hailing talented, physically dominant wide receiver Terrell Owens' debut in Dallas as the coming of a new Michael Irvin, football analysts are warning that the flamboyant, outspoken locker-room distraction may instead turn out to be another Michael Irvin. "You've got to respect the talent of a player who, much like Michael Irvin before him, can't be kept out of the end zone and changes the way the game is played at his position," said Rick Gosselin, who covered Irvin's career as an eager sports columnist and reluctant police-beat reporter for the Dallas Morning News. "But no one has any respect for a big-mouthed Michael Irvin-style player who can't keep his name out of the papers and changes the way people think of the Cowboys."

Yes, my thoughts, exactly.

NFL, Jeopardy Style

I'll take Sports Assholes for $1000, Alex

Question: Why are TO's eyes brown?

Answer: What is, because he's so full of shit?

It's something new every day with TO to marvel/laugh/scoff at.

His response to why he was late and got the $9500 fine:

"I overslept."

He overslept. Well, yes, he's right, everyone does oversleep sometimes, certainly myself included. Though, I have to say that if I was making his salary, which ratio to mine is probably something like, he makes my year's salary in under a week, hell maybe in a day or two, I can almost guarantee you that I would never oversleep again.

But, whatever.

The really comical thing is that the day after Parcells comes out and says "if he doesn't practice, he doesn't play," TO managed to get his ass out on the practice field. Imagine that! The very next day his hamstring feels all better! Go figure!

Of course his return to practice also coincided with a lowering of the local temperature, down to about 90 from the previous 105 or so.

Mr. Arrogant was apparently of the opinion that just because some consider him the best receiver in the NFL, he was going to be on the field come regular season time, regardless of his lack of practice and preseason play.

I say good for you, Bill. Good for you.

Confidential...

...to those who are finding your way here by Googling "whirlpool cabrio reviews":

Yeah, I couldn't find any either. So I took a blind leap of faith. I'll let you know after September 3rd what I think.

Of Mice and Cats

Well, ok, rats and cats and dogs.

You may recall some time ago I was dealing with...er... a rat problemo. Truly Nolen came out and fixed all rat access issues, eventually I stopped hearing things (although their traps never caught anything), and all is well with the world as far as rats not being in my house goes.

Yesterday I was walking Carlee boxer out front and I spotted a dead one in the grass in the yard.

Oh Lord is it rat season again?

I assume that a cat left it there as a proud trophy for me (or someone) to find. Where it was when the cat got it, I don't know.

STAY AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!

Rats, not cats. Rats=bad, cats=good. But watch out for Carlee, you kitties. She's not so cat-friendly.

Almost, but Not Quite, Ready...

...for "I told you so."

From AOL.com (reposted without permission but not for monetary gain; btw, the links are non-functioning, I copied/pasted and was too lazy to fix them):

Frustration Builds as T.O. Nurses Hamstring
MRIs Negative, but Receiver Not Ready to Play
By STEPHEN HAWKINS
AP

, Texas (Aug. 23) - Terrell Owens won't be in any hurry to get off the bicycle this time.

Like he did for most practices during training camp in Oxnard, Calif., Owens rode a stationary bicycle Wednesday when the Dallas Cowboys held their first workout at home. The receiver said he reaggravated his left hamstring injury by returning to practice too soon last week.

"At this point, yeah, I will be close to 100 percent before I get back on the field," Owens said. "I'm not going to jeopardize my health just because of speculation or anything like that."

Owens characterized his injury as a "severe pull" and said he almost certainly will miss his third straight preseason game. The Cowboys play at home Saturday night against San Francisco , Owens' original team.

"It's frustrating, but it's not where I need it to be to play and perform like I need to," Owens said. "So at this point, I'm going to be smart about it."

Asked if he could play if the regular season were starting, Owens said, "I doubt it, not the way I need to play."

After missing 14 consecutive training camp practices and the preseason opener in Seattle because of the hamstring problem that has bothered him all month, Owens returned for five practices last week. He then missed the final full workout in California and didn't play Monday night against New Orleans in Shreveport, La., after the hamstring tightened up on him.

Owens had returned to practice after Cowboys owner Jerry Jones suggested that the receiver needed to learn how to practice at less than 100 percent. His first practice back came only hours after coach Bill Parcells reiterated that Owens needed to be on the field.

"I felt like I was never pressured to get back on the field. I just tried to compromise with some people, just try to be around the team and get back out there," Owens said. "It just flared up again."

Owens first felt a twinge in his hamstring Aug. 2, but an MRI taken three days later was clear. Owens said another MRI taken this week was also negative, with only a little fluid in the hamstring.

"Just because the MRI doesn't show anything, that doesn't mean that I'm not hurting," Owens said. "I got to a point where I was feeling a little bit healthier (last week), obviously to go out there and practice. I felt like I got more reps than my body was ready for, than my injury was ready for."

Owens went through individual and team drills last week, running routes at full speed and making hard cuts without any apparent problems.

While saying he would take a "majority" of the blame for doing too much, Owens said he thought he was only going to be doing "limited stuff" on the field.

"That went out the window after the first day," Owens said.

Dallas has its final preseason game five nights after playing the 49ers .

It's possible that Owens might not play in a game for Dallas until the Sept. 10 season opener at Jacksonville . He hasn't played in a game with quarterback Drew Bledsoe , and the Dallas offense is different from the West Coast scheme Owens played in for the 49ers and Philadelphia .

"He is pretty much up on what to do," Parcells said. "He has been very attentive in meetings and trying to learn. There are some adjustments for him to make. Where he is and actually doing it is hard to tell. ... I'm going to have to see something."

Owens said he's not concerned about the possibility of not playing in the preseason. He wants to make sure he is healthy for the regular season.

"I don't really have any doubts about if I'm going to perform or not," he said. "Obviously, I need to get on the field ... to try to get in a rhythm in the offense. I think that will come with time, and I don't think I'm too far off."

Except he's not getting any closer riding a stationary bike.
**********************************************
Here are the results of the story's corresponding polls:


Will the Cowboys regret signing Terrell Owens?
Yes
92%
No
8%
Total Votes: 67,109


Whose side is Jerry Jones likely to take?
Bill Parcells
77%
Terrell Owens
23%
Total Votes: 65,949


What is more likely in Terrell Owens' future?
Closed-door meeting with Bill Parcells
96%
Super Bowl title
4%
Total Votes: 51,482
***********************************************

I just love this: "Owens said he's not concerned about the possibility of not playing in the preseason. He wants to make sure he is healthy for the regular season. "

Why yes, TO, nobody likes to bother with the preseason. But it's something players and teams have to do. Well, unless of course, you're an ASS, like you.

I feel "I told you so" coming up around the bend...

Shut up, Paul. ;)

ACK

Dear Conn's:

I just have to ask - did you send me a pre-approved mail-out because you got notice from the Exxon-Mobil people, or was it pure coincidence?

At any rate, thank you. I think I am going to enjoy my new Whirlpool Cabrio washing machine that is so HUGE that 1 load is the equivalent of 3 loads in my current washer. Not to mention that the cycle only takes 20 minutes.

Of course I needed the matching dryer because my current dryer couldn't possibly dry 3 loads worth of wet clothes at once. Especially not in only 25 minutes like this one.

The 12 months no interest is awesome too. I think you and I are going to have a long and fruitful relationship, Conn's.

Soon I can do 3 loads of laundry in under an hour. Wheeeeeeeee! Yes, I am aware that it is more than slightly pathetic that THIS is the kind of thing that excites me these days.

Anyone looking for a used set, cheap? Sorry, but it doesn't do 3 loads an hour.

The More Things Stay the Same...

...the more they don't change. Unless, of course, they get worse.

Well, ok, that is not entirely true. The kid is feeling better, in fact was feeling almost completely better the day after she started taking her antibiotic for strep throat. She went back to school yesterday.

We went to visit Phillip this weekend. It was good to see him, it always is. That trip schedule is grueling though, and I am always exhausted for about a week after. I had a follow-up doctor appointment yesterday and he recommended I start taking vitamins and getting rest. Uh, ok, the vitamins are something I can and probably should add, but the rest situation is not easily changed. Anyway, I also told him that the kid had strep throat late last week and gave me a "preventative" antibiotic I guess. It's something new, it's a liquid and you mix it up and drink it and you only do it once, it is supposed to be the same as taking pills for 7 to 10 days. He even gave me a free sample of it. That will be awesome if it works, but since I'm not really sick, how will I know?

Phillip called my mom last night with the best news in awhile. They are revamping their criteria for placement in September, and with the new criteria he thinks he will be redesignated as medium. That would be awesome because he could get out of maximum, where he never belonged in the first place, and because he could potentially be moved about 2 hours closer. Of course, he could go right across the street from where he is now, to the medium in Beaumont, which would be ok, same drive as now, but ideally he'd get moved to Oklahoma and knock 2 hours each way off of our drive. The best part would be for him though, getting him out of max. There's a lot of very dangerous people in max and he truly doesn't fit in that category. Anyway, keep your fingers crossed. He was going to come up for a review in March anyway but September would be much better!

Neither of the cars is fixed yet. I have a part ordered for the main car, and the back-up car has been better direct-wired so that the fan comes on when the key is on and goes off when it's off so no digging around under the hood at least. This no A/C thing in 107 degrees is about to wipe me out though. I'm sure that is partially why I am totally dragging. I went to bed at 10:00 last night and still got up late this morning - ACK! Hopefully though both cars will be fixed by the end of the week, I'll catch up on my sleep and all will be better.

It's good to dream.

The Ever Dreadful Strep Throat

That is what the doctor said yesterday the kid has. Poor baby felt just awful last night. Dada called and she could barely croak back to him. :(

If there is anything good about strep though, it is that once you start on the antibiotics, you feel better very quickly. By this morning she felt much better and just has the remnants of a sore throat. She let it be known though that while she was feeling better, she did not want to go to school today. Not to worry, kid, your doctor's note does not release you to return until Monday.

By the time I get a car with working A/C, I expect I will have sweated off about 20 pounds. At least that's what it feels like. Thank you Chrysler for turning out such a shitty car. I've had the car for 7 months and HOW much shit has gone wrong with it in that time? Granted it was used when I bought it but it still only has about 60k on it. I suppose it HAD to pick the hottest part of the summer to pull this crap, so that I'm driving around in upwards of 107 with no A/C. I see me trading in that POS quite soon. For one of these new things with a super long bumper to bumper warranty. Yeah, that is sounding REAL good right now.

During lunch today I very nearly melted while going to a fairly nearby animal shelter to evaluate a stray boxer for my boxer group. He is such a sweetie and very scared and I hope that we are able to help him. Isn't he cute?

Poor baby was picked up as a stray 4 days ago. He isn't super skinny like my Buddy was when I took him in, but you can tell he's dropped a few pounds as of lately. Hopefully we will be able to help him.

That's all I've got. Have a great weekend.

"I'm Not Falling Down Drunk

I am vertically challenged."

I saw that on a t-shirt on this website. It's pretty cool, they have thousands of t-shirts. I have actually found a couple of Christmas gifts on there. And of course I am getting myself one:

Well I was trying to steal their picture and insert it here but it's not working so here's the link.

That's a typical example of my last 2 days. I am pretty sure I might rather be falling down drunk right about now.

Let's see, so much to bitch about, so little time...

The kid is SICK with a capital SICK. She woke up this morning and said her throat hurt and she wanted a drink. I didn't think much of it because sometimes my throat is scratchy when I wake up, and she said it felt better after I got her some water. She got ready for school and as I was brushing her hair, she said she thought she was going to throw up. ACK. She kind of spit up the water she just drank, then said she felt better.

My uncle was still working on my back-up car this morning, so we got a late start. I went ahead and took the kid to school, which is a madhouse trying to drive her there. Kindergarten you can't just drop them off at the door in the drive-thru lane, you are required to walk them inside. I managed to get parked in a non-spot and started walking her in, when suddenly she started throwing up again on the sidewalk.

I decided she probably shouldn't go to school, so we stopped by the office and I explained that I was taking her home because she had just gotten sick and did not feel well.

I left her with Memaw and came on to work. Memaw is taking her to the doctor now. She has slept all day, and now has a fever, a sore throat, and is stuffy. Poor baby isn't feeling good at all. And unfortunately, odds are there isn't anything the doctor is going to be able to do because it seems right now, everything that is going around is "viral." Hmmmmph.

I suppose I could mention that although I left work a little early yesterday to try to avoid getting stuck in traffic, it didn't work. Accident on I-30, back-up 3.5 miles. Luckily I heard the traffic report and got off the exit in the nick of time. Incredibly, I didn't get stuck for long at any lights and I made it home just as it was creeping up to hot. WHEW. I had Memaw pick the kid up from school, and once traffic died down some, I had to go get her. I decided since I had to pick a car that had potential to overheat, I was at least going to pick the one with the working A/C, so I drove the new/used car. Well, guess what?

Come on, take a stab at it.

You may recall a few months ago I had the new used car into the dealership to look at the A/C problem. I was given a $1300 or so estimate, and had to pay $80 for the diagnosis. I told them "no thanks" to their estimate, in words which were not quite so nice as that, and oddly, the A/C was working when I left there, and has worked ever since.

I wondered at the time, How can an A/C in need of $1300 worth of work have been accidentally, if temporarily, fixed while they were banging around on it doing their estimate? Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I have been enjoying the A/C all this time, but now its brokenness is rearing up again. Thank you, A/C, for picking NOW, the hottest part of the summer, to re-break. I mean, it's 107 degrees out all week and as far into the future as the forecasters can see, you couldn't have picked a better time. Really.

Maybe I'll take a hammer and a screwdriver and pretend to be doing a repair estimate on it. Ya think I can fool it?

Oh but wait wait wait, I nearly neglected to mention the cherry on yesterday's shit sundae.

When I got home of course I let all of the pups out. I went to my room to get Carlee to take her out, Callie came in there with me. (yeah, I should have re-thought Carlee's name, kind of confusing, Carlee, Callie), I have not yet introduced Carlee to the others, though they see her in the crate and stuff. Carlee is very timid, and also has kennel cough which is contagious, so I have kept her separated thus far. Anyway, long story short, Callie apparently quite startled Carlee... and she peed on my bed. PEED on my BED. AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH. Never had an accident in the house since I got her, and her first has to be on my BED.

Can you say, thank God for Bissell's Little Green Machine thing?

I can.

Unhappy Hump Day

Duck. It's one of THOSE days.

On the way home from an errand last night, the car started to overheat, which it has been doing, on occasion, but this time it did so much more quickly, and also started to make a funny nose. So I bolted to my mom's and my uncle looked at it. One of the fan motors is out. It has 2 fan motors, but apparently needs both working to stay cool. So it is fine as long as you are moving, but if you get stuck in traffic or at lights you are screwed.

Sounds easy enough in theory. But if it was so easy, wouldn't everybody avoid traffic and lights, all of the time?

Anywho, my uncle followed me home and advised that I would need to drive the sucky back-up car, which still has no A/C. It's actually a good car and really only sucky because it has no A/C. It also doesn't have all of the bells and whistles that the car I drive every day has, but I can survive.

So I got to my mom's this morning, ran the kid inside, leaving the back-up car running, came back out, chatted with my uncle about the other car, and took off, only to look down and discover that the back-up car was about to overheat.

U-turn.

My uncle checks it out, and says the fan works, but whatever tells the fan when to come on is not working. Ultimately he rigged it by direct-wiring it so that it would just stay on, so that I could get to work. When I got to work, I was to open the hood and take the vice grips off the wire, and I was supposed to hook it back up before I leave today.

Unfortunately, it started to get warmer just before I got here, and when I opened the hood to turn the fan off... the vice grips were still in place, but the fan was no longer running.

I'm screwed.

Hope your day is better. Wouldn't take much.

"Kindergarten is Fun! And, I Didn't Pick and Eat Any Boogers Today! "

That is what the kid said yesterday when I picked her up after her first day of kindergarten.

What a relief that she thought it was fun and wanted to go back! And also that, so far anyway, no one would be calling her Booger Girl.

You see, the kid ended up spending what would have been the last 4 days of daycare/preschool with Memaw and Papa up at the store all day, because she didn't want to go back to school because some girls were calling her Booger Girl and Teacher wouldn't make them stop. (There was also a claim that Teacher, too, called her Booger Girl. Sometimes when we're telling stories, we start to exaggerate.) All I know is, the last few days she did not want me to leave her at all, and the last couple she looked thoroughly miserable when I walked in to pick her up.

Since there were only 4 days left, I saw no reason for her to suffer so. Plus, bonus, I saved a week's worth of daycare money as I didn't feel compelled to pay for the Monday she attended, seeing as how I paid for the almost 3 whole days they kicked her out over the lice deal.

So anyway, we had a talk about a fresh start and a new school and the importance of not picking and eating our boogers because now we know what bad can come from that and we don't want to be Booger Girl anymore. Apparently it sunk in. Maybe a little too well, if she was consumed with that thought...

Doesn't she look happy?


I am glad she was still so happy at the end of her day!

Dear Exxon Mobil:

You can take your pre-approved credit card mail offer and stick it right up your ass. Yes, I hold a mean grudge and I am still boycotting you from the Valdez oil spill. However, even if I had lifted my boycott long ago, I am pretty sure I'd be boycotting you again now, because no company should be raking in billions in profits while I'm paying more for 1 gallon of gas than it costs me to eat dinner off the $.99 menu. So please, feel free to go fuck yourselves.

If you wouldn't very much mind, though, can you send whatever favorable credit report you got on me over to Sears, or Best Buy, or Lowe's, or somewhere I would actually LIKE to receive a pre-approved credit card offer? Thanking you in advance.

And in Other Boxer News...

I promise this isn't going to be a dog blog. (Hey, I really should MAKE a dog blog, that would be fun! But then I'd have less time to write here and everyone would get mad. Well, ok, no one would even notice. That's beside the point.) But, I promised you a picture of Carlee:

Is she a cute girl or WHAT? She is just over 7 years old. Apparently she was an owner surrender to a shelter. I don't know the details as to why they said they were surrendering her, but being that she has papers (which they actually turned in to the shelter and were given to us, and which papers reveal her ridiculous registered name, Halff's Gypsy. WTF kind of name...?), she hasn't been spayed, and she still shakes like a little leaf most of the time, I'd say she was used in a puppy mill and probably given very little affection. Ever. Tragic. She is such a little love and I hope that I can bring her out of her shell so that she won't be so scared all of the time.

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This has been kind of the week from hell. Shopping from hell, I was still sick, then Tuesday evening Buddy and Randi got into a huge fight. I mean HUGE. It was awful. I had to take Randi to the 24-hour emergency vet. She was in shock and had to be stabilized, and had several puncture wounds and a lot of blood. Or so I thought it was a lot of blood. Any looks like a lot to me. They said she lost a little but it wasn't bad. But her heart was racing and her pulse was weak and she was in a lot of pain. They wanted to do $1300 worth of stuff, but I happened to know from unfortunate recent dog bite experience that they shouldn't suture dog bite wounds unless they HAVE to. So I told them to stabilize her, picked her up early and got her to her regular vet, who indeed opted not to suture the bites. I had to take Buddy to his regular vet too. Both dogs are pretty beat up, though Randi got the worst of it by far, and on pain meds and antibiotics. Total vet bills: $633. Woo-freakin-hoo. But everybody's ok now, that is the important thing.

But I really need my pick 3 numbers to come in.

I Wasn't Going to Tell This on Myself

But what the hell.

A couple of weeks ago, while the kid was in Oklahoma visiting Mama (this will become an important fact), I fell asleep on the couch while watching television. I woke up about 2:30 a.m. and decided I should get my ass to bed.

Of course with the dogs, it's never that easy. I let some out back and took some out front, maneuvered the pesky puppies so they didn't encounter the other dogs, filled water dishes so I wouldn't have to in the morning, gave Abby her medicine, etc., blah blah blah. Finally, everyone was situated and I was ready to lock up and go to bed.

Except oops, I forgot to lock the gate to the back yard.

I stepped out the back door, careful not to let anyone out, and shut the door. The boxers eagerly jumped up on the door, although they had just come in from outside. More fun to be outside when Mommy is out there too. Anyway, I took care of the gate and was ready to come back in, but when I tried the door...

Do I even need to tell you?

One of the boxers, whilst jumping up on the door, had hit the doorknob just right and turned the little dealie that locks it.

Shit. No keys in my pocket. Shit. No phone on my belt. SHIT! By then it was 2:45 a.m. Although there was no sense even trying the front door because I always lock it behind me when I come in, I tried it anyway. Nope, locked.

Normally it would have been a fairly simple matter to get back in. Normally the kid would have been sleeping in her room, and although I would really really really hate to knock on her window and wake her up to let me in because it would probably scare the living daylights out of her, I could have done that if it absolutely came down to it.

But. She was in Oklahoma, remember?

So my next (ridiculous) thought was to try to get the boxers to jump up on the door again. Except that it was a 1 in a million shot that they locked the door in the first place, nevermind the odds of getting them to do it again just right to unlock it. Not gonna happen.

Nevermind how I finally got into my house (I don't need to broadcast it on the internet lol). Just know that I did and it didn't involve waking anybody else up.

Of course if any of my neighbors happened to be awake I am sure they got a good laugh. I'd say thanks for not calling the cops, except that if someone else was doing what I did, I would hope someone would call the cops.

Oh, and Callie - I know it was you, you snot.

Cesar: 1 Foster Mommy: 0

Cesar got me good.

Cesar looks so innocent, but he's really quite a punk sometimes. A very sweet punk, though.

Yesterday I had to take him and Carlee (the newest foster - picture coming soon) to the vet. When I went to pick them up, I had my hands quite full - Cesar's leash in 1 hand and his meds in the other. A nice girl at the vet's office brought Carlee out to the car for me.

So, I open the front passenger door, let Cesar in, put his meds on the floor, lean across him, start the car and turn the air on. Cuz it's over 100 degrees outside and that's the kind of foster mommy I am. I walk around, take Carlee from the nice girl, go to open the rear driver door and... care to guess?

LOCKED.

Yes, all 4 doors were locked. Cesar stepped on the door locker and locked me out of my own car with it running.

Go ahead, laugh. I don't blame you.

Fortunately I am also the kind of foster mommy who leaves all 4 windows cracked ever so slightly when it is this hot, and I was able to force one of them down a bit more, get a coathanger in and roll the window down.

Cesar, you are going to have to do better than that, my friend. I am sure Callie will be happy to give you some advice on that. I'll expound on that tomorrow.

Christmas in August

I have discovered something that can only be likened to trying to Christmas shop the Friday after Thanksgiving.

School shopping, any time or place during Texas' "tax-free weekend."

Who knew the parking lot at the enormous Grapevine Mills Mall would be completely full and I would have to park shark for 15 minutes before finding a spot? Who knew it would be as impossible to move around once inside as it is at Christmas?

All the other people who have already been doing it every year, that's who knew.

Why didn't somebody tell me?

Actually the shopping was a lot of fun despite all of that. Memaw and Papa went too and we bought the kid all kinds of stuff. I bought me all kinds of stuff, too, which I should not have done but I needed some new Big Dog stuff. And I definitely needed that new Colts cap. (Note: My definition of "needs" may vary slightly from Webster's) I also bought the "school supply bundle" at Kroger so we're set with the actual supplies and my wasn't that easy! Looks like we are pretty much set to go after one final trip to Target this week.

What was not fun was that we lost Papa at the mall. After talking to the kid about the importance of staying right there by one of us at all times and not wandering off, it was Papa who we were looking for at the end of the day. He was riding many of our packages around on his scooter with him so we didn't have to carry all of them, and not long before the mall closed said he was going to go outside and smoke and would meet us outside the store we had entered the mall through.

Unfortunately me and Memaw and the kid didn't make it back to that store in time to go out through it, so we had to walk quite a ways around to find a "generic" mall exit. We did and walked down to where he was to meet us - no Papa.

No biggie, he'll be at the car.

Nope. Not at the car. Nowhere to be seen, in fact.

Long story short - after Memaw went back inside try to find mall security, and I talked to some people at the store he was to have to come through and learned they hadn't seen him, and we speculated all the "what ifs"... we drove around the mall, and there he was... sitting outside an exit nowhere near where he and we were supposed to be.

He said he couldn't find the right store and finally went outside where he could, figuring we would find him "eventually." His cell phone was dead and his scooter battery was very nearly so itself. Ack.

All's well that ended well.

So it was a successful shopping day, but now today I feel like crap again. I went to the doctor on Friday, where I got a lung test, a breathing treatment, an inhaler, 3 prescriptions for an antiobiotic, cortisone and cough syrup, and a diagnosis of bronchitis. I was feeling better yesterday but by last night was feeling bad again and not any better this morning.

To top it off, it's going to be pouring the whole way home from work, from the looks of things. Oh hey, though, I got a new Big Dogs umbrella yesterday, so I'm all set.

Except of course that is it in the car.

It sure is Monday.

It's Sad, I Tell Ya

It's just sad when lately a good day is when I get home after work to find I don't have to hose out a dog crate.

Unfortunately, by that account, yesterday was not a good day.

I think poor Buddy got ahold of some of the puppies' puppy chow again. That happened once last week and he got pretty sick in his crate, which he never does. I have since been very careful (or so I thought) to keep the food separated, but he may have gotten ahold of some yesterday morning. Poor baby boy. He was fine when I got home but man, talk about STINK and mess. GAG. Not nearly as bad as the first time though. I sure do love these crate bottoms that slide out for easy hosing down outside.

On the other hand, since I started giving the puppies actual puppy food instead of feeding them the same as the big dogs, they have NOT messed their crate. WOOHOO.

Just sad, I tell ya.

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So I am registering the kid for kindergarten tomorrow. Should be fun. Yesterday I had to go to the Social Security office and apply for a copy of her card, because who knows which parent has it and where it's at. Of course first I had to obtain a certified copy of the divorce decree giving me custody because SS wouldn't take a copy @#$%&*. Fortunately, I have her birth certificate and shot records, so we should be good to go.

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We went to visit Phillip last weekend. It was good to see him as always. The people who work there are all so NICE and helpful, unlike Pollock. It is too bad it is not better for him there too. His appeal is moving along finally and so hopefully soon he will have some time taken off, and also can put in for a transfer to a medium facility in March. Still a long time off but at least a light at the end finally.

Since I seem to have little incentive to write anything today, I leave you with this sweet and touching story:

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky.

Lucky was a real character.

Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.

Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer.

Something told her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky.

A thought struck her... what would happen to Lucky?

Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him.

The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks.

Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally, the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.

When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary, but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad, but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.

When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot.

But panic soon gave way to laughter, when Mary realized the problem.

She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!

While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.

Lucky?

He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

These Shoes Make Fart Noises When I Walk

And here are a couple of other things you can't go another moment without knowing:

No, chlorine does not kill lice. It's amazing the number of hits I've gotten from folks googling that question since I brought it up myself recently. So I consulted on it, and the answer is no.

Well, ok, chlorine actually would kill lice, if you could keep your head submerged in the pool for long enough.

It turns out the answer to the "L" word question of the other day is lesbian. Why the kid considers that such a bad word, I don't know. I'm not sure she's ever heard the word save for when she heard it during the Oklahoma screaming match (which come to think of it, you don't know about yet because I haven't told you about it yet. Suffice it to say for now there was an incident in Oklahoma and the kid says a lof of "F" "S" "B" and "L" words were tossed about). I can only think that the context in which the kid heard the "L" word led her to believe it is a word she should not repeat. Granted, 5 year olds have no business/reason to go around saying it, but it certainly is not up there with the ranks of the "F" "S" and "B" words.

It's going to be a lovely day, I can so tell. Much as yesterday was a lovely day.

Not long after I got to work yesterday, I got a call from the kid's school. Care to take a guess why?

You got it. Her teacher spotted a bug in her hair. Which I found very odd considering I had been checking (not that I ever see anything on my own, anyway), I saw nothing, no bites on her neck or behind her ears, and the kid said she wasn't itching at all. At all. Nor did I see her scratching.

Anyway, I had to pick her up immediately and she cannot go back to school until Monday. Sure, I find this out right AFTER I paid for this week. Interestingly, when I got to the school, I asked them to show me what they saw since I am no good at finding anything, and the director could not find anything to show me. Nothing. That would be, nothing. I told her the kid had just been treated 3 days before and I wasn't even supposed to do it again so soon. Know what she suggested? Hellman's mayonaise.

Ewwwwwww. No. It's icky and stinky, I don't eat it and I'm not putting it in anyone's hair. If I'm going to go through icky and stinky it's going to be with the LiceX which I know works completely in a matter of minutes. (By the way, LiceX, I'm getting some hits from folks googling to find out if you really work, and as you can see here, I am all about telling people that you really DO work and are totally awesome, so how about some free shit, huh?)

Anyway, I picked the kid up and took her over to Peggy's, who confirmed that there was nothing live, but there are a few egg sacs so I will would to treat again, which I planned to do anyway. In Peggy's opinion, since the bug was so visible to the teacher, and not burrowed down and hidden as they usually are, coupled with the fact that there were no more, it's quite likely that it had actually just jumped off another kid and onto her.

I can't wait to call the school and tell them.

Time Out

Ok, I have to put off talking about the humdinger and do this before I get my ass kicked or worse by Chris:

1. If you had to set your own work schedule; 8 hours per day; 5 days per week. Which days and hours would you choose?

If I had nothing stopping me, I would probably work from midnight to 8am, Sunday through Thursday.

2. What Reality Show would you be on and why?

Oh God. Do I have to? Really? Then I want to be on the one that I can win the most money I guess. If I really have to. Ack.

3. What is the last book you read?

Marley and Me (still reading it)

4. There are many songs that bring us back to a certain memory. What song(s) do you HATE to hear for that very reason?

Kenny Chesney - Me and You

5. If you could go back in time to be any place in world history, what time would you choose and what country/place?

Well, at this exact moment I'm pretty ticked b/c I just got my gas card bill so all I'd really like to do right now is go back to when gas was under a dollar a freaking gallon.

6. Do you know more than one language? Which one(s).

Nope. Well I can make out a word or 2 of Spanish here and there. But basically no.

7. What is your favorite blog? Please link it. One only.

Woulda

8. What is your favorite web site?

I have a lot of favorites, but this is a fun one: News of the Weird

9. Your house is on fire, the people and pets you love are safe and you can grab one other "thing", what are you taking?

All the photos I can carry

10. You have $100 to spend in the next hour. How are you spending it? (Saving it or giving it away not permitted.)

Oh, don't worry, I would never save it. I'd probably go to my favorite store, Best Buy, and buy a cool new gadget.

What the Hell is the "L" Word?

And it isn't "Love." Whatever it is, it's presumably a bad word.

Anyone? Come on, someone? Yeah, me neither. I'll explain later.

Wow, what a week. And weekend. Not sure where to start. How about if I just jump in at the end?

A week ago this past Saturday the kid went to stay with Mama for her July week. Notice I said week. A week being 7 days, for as long as I can remember. Thus, I ASSumed that the kid would return this past Saturday.

What's that you say? Well yes, of course I should have known better. Thus I highlighted the ASS in assumed.

I made several calls to Mama on Saturday, getting the voice mail each time, and each time leaving a message inquiring as to what time that day would they be here. Finally, at 9:30 p.m., when I had heard nothing back, I called again. This time, I preceded her number with *67 and blocked mine from showing up on her caller ID.

She answered on the second ring. And let me tell you, she was not a happy camper when she realized it was me. Here's how it went:

Me: (Mama's name)?
Mama: Yes?
Me: Hey, it's Wendy.
Mama: Oh.
Me: So are you guys on your way back? What time do you think you'll be here?
Mama: (snippily) I don't have to have her back until Sunday.
Me: Really? Because a week is 7 days and so she was supposed to be back today.
Mama: No, I don't have to have her back until Sunday. Did you have plans for her tomorrow?
Me: As a matter of fact I do.
Mama: Well you didn't tell me that.
Me: Of course I didn't tell you that. I saw no need. She was supposed to be back today. So what time do you think you will have her back tomorrow, then?
Mama: We'll start down there after church (church? really? You're effing kidding me, right?) and so it should be about 3:00.
Me: Ok, well, I'll be at Six Flags so you will have to drop her off at my mom's. (I just wanted Mama to know she was making the kid miss Six Flags. But remember this part. It comes into play later.)

Care to wager on what time she actually got her back here?

If you said 5:30 p.m. you would be correct.

Now, would you care to further wager on just why she was 2 1/2 hours later than planned? Well, aside from the obvious, that being that she is always later than she says she will be?

Aww, I'm sorry, that is incorrect. The correct answer is, the kid got lice again and Mama had to treat her right before they left.

What the hell is going on up there that there is STILL a lice problem in that house? According to my friend Peggy, it means someone in the household still has lice. Now I know they are hard to get rid of, believe me, but you keep at it until they're gone. You don't say F it and give up.

That is, if you're normal.

So I actually ended up not going to Six Flags yesterday after all, and instead came up to work for awhile. Mama dropped the kid off at Memaw's and I came not long after to pick her up. You can imagine how happy I was to come in and discover that she'd gotten lice again. Of course I was ready to take her right home and use the magical wonderful LiceX, but Peggy advised that since she was just treated earlier that day, I should wait 2 or 3 days before treating again with different chemicals and drying her hair completely out and possibly burning her scalp.

Frankly, while I appreciate Mama's efforts at trying to treat it, clearly whatever dimestore crap she is using is not working any better than the dimestore crap I tried, and I would rather have just used the LiceX to begin with this time. But then, that's just me - I'm never happy. Or so some would say.

So. Aside from my angst of the new round of lice, I was SO happy to see the kid. A little peace and quiet sometimes is nice, sure, but a week is just too long!

She really seemed happy to see me too when I walked in. She was actually as happy to see me as she always is to see Mama. When I walked in she squealed and hollered and fairly tripped over herself to get to me and give me a hug. I thought she was actually that happy to see me.

But then reality set in.

Kid: Where are we going?
Me: Well, we're going home in a little bit I guess, why?
Kid: (crushed) Home?
Me: Well yes, why, where did you want to go?
Kid: Six Flags

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Me: Well Sweetie we can't go today, it's going to close in about 15 minutes.
Kid: (tears)
Me: I'm sorry but we can go one day this week after work and school for awhile.
Kid: But I wanted to go today!
Me: I know, but we can't today. So did Mama tell you I was going to take you to Six Flags when you got here or just that I was going to Six Flags today?
Kid: Just that you were going to Six Flags today.

Well WTF? What the flying fuckity fuck fuck? Why in the HELL would Mama tell the kid that?

Ok, I've given you 2 out of the 3 bits of bad news, so how about I leave you with the good news now, and save the humdinger for tomorrow? Since time is running short and all.

Mama recently asked me a question about visitation, saying she had packed away her copy of the orders somewhere. I decided to make her a copy, and also review them and find out what specifically it says about the week long summer visitations, since I was just sure that it spelled out that a week is 7 days. Since Mama was making and issue of it and all.

Well, in fact, it does not spell out that a week is 7 days. But this is because, upon review, nowhere in the final decree does it mention anything about any extended summer visitation at all, aside from her usual every other weekend. The wording was in the temporary custody order, but apparently it is not in the final decree.

Can you believe I never noticed that before?

Yeah, me either.

I Call BULLSHIT!

Talk all you want, T.O., but you are NOT either a nice guy! See, REAL nice guys don't have to go around talking about what nice guys they are. Everybody just knows. So there.

Someone Has a Bad Case of the Mondays

Except that it's Wednesday. Ack.

It seems like everyone around me is having an awful day. I, at least, am merely having a so-so day. I have to say that Jen takes the prize, reference this e-mail I got from her at 12:04 p.m. today:

OMG What a #$%$#% day. So I go to the dr yesterday who is at the hospital and the freaking hospital is on fire. So I am there forever and he wants to do labs but the lab is closed. So I get up this morning to take [the baby] to day care and I stop to get gas and when I go to leave my freaking car won't start. I call Mike who comes and sits with my car waiting on AAA and at this point I have to take [the baby] to the lab where we sit for an hour and a half which she thoroughly enjoyed. In the meantime my mom is driving from [BFE] to pick up Mike from the car dealership. I go home after the labs and have my mom hold [the baby] who suggests I take her temp because she feels hot. 102 temp. #$%$#%% So now she can't go to day care so I pack up all of her crap so my mom can keep her. Now we have to drive to [BFE] to get me a car to drive to work. I pick up the Mercedes convertible and turn it on to find there is not a drop of gas in it. So I get to fill it up with premium unleaded (has to take it) at $3.08 a gallon. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just got to work.

But she got to drive a Mercedes convertible to work. Life is rough. Seriously, that is a pretty shitty day indeed. Mine could always be worse. Right, Stacey?

When Will He Stop? When Will He Knock the Crap Off?

In my newfound exploration of all music Eminem, I recently decided I was ready for my second CD. I like Curtain Call, but I'm ready for some new (to me) stuff.

Ok, so I'm at the store looking at a couple different CDs, and I spot the song "My Dad's Gone Crazy" on The Eminem Show.

I remembered back to when Phillip lived at my house, and I heard that song blasting out of his room. I thought it sounded cute and thought it was sweet of Eminem to make a song and include his little girl on it.

So it was based on that that I chose The Eminem Show.

The kid was with me when I bought it, and I thought she would be very excited to hear that song that Dada used to play for her.

Uh.... Clearly, I did not listen to the majority of the lyrics of this song when it was blasting out of Phillip's room, pretty much just the more innocent chorus...

Imagine my surprise when I popped my new CD in and went right to that song.

Ooops. Sorry, kid.

A Proper Entry at Last!

Well at least that is my intention. We will see just how far my workload today lets me get with it.
I hate to burst the stalker story bubble, but it's not all *that* exciting of a story. It's probably more funny than anything, that is of course if you're not me. I know that Phillip broke into peals of laughter when I told him.

Long intro short, I've been spending a little bit of time with a man who I know from my parents' store. That should tell you something right there. Daily customer. Usually several times a day. Nice enough guy when he's sober or not too drunk, but which conditions are rare for him. Completely obnoxious after he drinks over the line. At any rate, I've known him for many years through the store, and suddenly he got this bug or something and decided we needed to go out. I'd let it be known that I did not want to see him or talk to him when he'd been drinking too much. That was no matter to him, though.

And so on July 4, he wanted to spend the day together, but began drinking quite early. I had other plans anyway, involving spending the day with the kid and also getting certain things done. He wasn't happy about that, and the more he drank that day, the more he called to tell me so.

Finally I just stopped answering his calls. Which led to him calling my folks' store to ask my mom to have me call him. And then led to him going up there and hanging out half the day waiting to see if I was going to stop by. I don't think I talked to him after mid-afternoon that day, though he called many more times after that.

The day ended with us watching the fireworks display after the baseball game ended, and going home and going to bed. I saw later that he had called my phone rang a couple of times in the wee hours, but I slept through them.

To give you an idea of how many times he called though, my cell phone stores the last 60 calls. At that point, the oldest call was less than 24 hours old, and the majority of those 60 calls were from him.

About 5:30 a.m. I was sort of half-awake for whatever reason. Suddenly I thought I heard a doorbell, and the dogs took off out of the bedroom, barking their fool heads off. Sleepily, I called out to them, "it was on the tv, you guys!" (I sleep with my tv on) But suddenly I realized it hadn't come from the tv, because the news was on. Not too many doorbells ringing on the news.

So I waited, dogs barking, and sure enough not long after came KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. At first I thought WHO in the WORLD would be at my door at 5:30 a.m.? But it didn't take me long to put 2 and 2 together. I wasn't about to open the door.

The knocking continued intermittently. I think the dogs finally got accustomed to the knocking and quit barking.

The knocking stopped for awhile and I thought Mr. Stalker had given up and gone home. But much later, the dogs went to barking again, and I woke up to hear BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM on my door again.

By then it was light outside. I rolled over and put my pillow over my head.

Moments later, there was a loud knocking on my bedroom window, followed by: "This is the Arlington Police Department. Come to the front door, NOW!".

Needless to say, I about jumped out of my skin.

I assumed at that moment that one of my neighbors had called the police on Mr. Stalker. I jumped up, threw on a robe, and went to the door. I carefully opened it and stepped outside so as to avoid a boxer break-out. The officer even said, "Don't let the dogs out!"

The officer asked me, "Do you know a Mr. Lastname?" Yes, I told him. He asked if we were having issues. I said none, other than I hadn't been answering his calls the day before. He asked me if I was all right, and I told him I was fine. Apparently Mr. Lastname called them saying he was worried about me because I wasn't answering the phone or the door. I told him that I was just fine and he let me go back inside.

I'm a pretty law-abiding citizen these days. But I would pretty much never, EVER, intentionally make a call that would bring law enforcement to my front door. So needless to say, I was not happy with the situation for a plethora of reasons.

I was grumbling about it to my mom on the phone when my call-waiting beeped in. It was Mr. Stalker. I was surprised, but answered it. He asked if I would step outside and get his keys because he was going to the hospital.

Huh?

I went outside and there I found 2 police cars and an ambulance. (Mr. Stalker told me later that at one point there had been 5 police cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck) Apparently he didn't feel well and one of the officers felt he might be having a heart attack and called an ambulance. Would I take the keys to his car and get them to his dad for him?

Ultimately he did not have a heart attack, though tests found certain minor issues for which he got prescriptions. Probably the trip to the hospital was a good thing for him, but I could have done without the stalking drama in the process.

I guess the best outcome is that he hasn't had a drink all week. How do I know this, you ask?

Because here it is Friday already and the oldest call logged on my phone is from Sunday.

Happy Weekend!

At Least I Don't Have...

...bloody poop. Like poor Cesar did. (yes, I know that is not how you spell Cesar, but that is how someone decided to spell Cesar's name and so I am stuck with it.)

Cesar had to go to the vet the other day getting that checked out. Poor boxer. He seemed to feel fine beforehand, eating and drinking and frisky, but since he went to the vet and got medicine for hookworms - he is like a brand new dog! Hooray!

So. You're on pins and needles wanting to know all about the stalker, eh? Well I have to keep your attention somehow. Assuming I actually get your attention in the first place - ha! Unfortunately I am very very busy here at work just now and I'll have to get back to you. I will. I promise. Don't give up on me. Please?

Tease

Well let's see. I've been away for a little while. Has anyone missed me? Hmmmph. That's what I thought.

I was off work all last week. It was quite nice. I was enjoying it and hoping that I would go ahead and win the lottery so that I would never have to go back to work, but alas it was not to be. So my week involved lolling around, taking care of dogs, watching a parade, fireworks, finding Jen's missing dog while she was on vacation, being stalked, visiting my brother 2x (it was nice to see him but I don't recommend that drive 2x in the same week), and wishing I'd got a lot more done than I did.

About what I expected. Well, all except for the being stalked part.

More on that later.

Ding Dong, the Wicked Lice Are Dead!!!

FINALLY. I thought I was doomed to deal with the nasty things forever. Thanks to LiceX for finally getting rid of them. It really DOES kill lice and eggs in 1 treatment. We got the official bug-free thumbs up yesterday from my friend Peggy who cuts our hair. Got that stuff off the net, and though it's expensive and I ordered the family pack of treatments, we did both of our hair with one treatment, the treatments are good sized.

Oh yes. Did I mention that *I* got the bugs too? Peggy said I had the most lice-eaten neck she had ever seen. Ever. That would be, EVER.

But WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE they are gone.

I'm off work this week and thus the lack of blogage. Lots to say when I return, will try to super blog on Saturday.

We went to visit Phillip last Sunday and are leaving again tonight for another visit tomorrow. We hadn't seen him in about 2 months, between all of the lockdowns and not being able to go a couple of times due to a dog bite and another time because of bad weather. It was nice to see him, he is growing his hair out and it looks very nice. Hopefully the kid didn't pass him any bugs because we didn't do LiceX until Monday... cross your fingers.

I'm out for now, more soon.

When "No" Means "Yes"

ARGH.

Well, ok, not in caps maybe, but definitely Argh.

The kid is back to itching. Not a lot, just a tiny bit, and I did get the super duper pricey "I promise to kill all lice and eggs with just 1 treatment" treatment in the mail yesterday. So we'll be doing that tonight. The kid is gonna love it, I tell you. This one has to set for 30-40 minutes as opposed to 10 minutes for the others we've used. But if longer does the job, then longer it will be. I guess while it is setting I can re-change all the bedding and spray everything. Again. Where is that Mama, anyway? I've never been in a physical fight in my life (well save for torturing Phillip before he got big enough to fight back) but I've got my fists clenched over this lice deal, let me tell ya.

Now that you're all sick of hearing about lice.

Ok, but one more thing.

I was hoping that the kid hadn't gotten too too close to the one-year-old guest of honor at the birthday party she attended that Mama dropped her off at. In looking back at the pictures, I can see that hope was in vain:



Please don't hate me. I am sorry. I knew not what I did. I promise. Please don't hate me. Though I might hate me if I was you.

So have I mentioned lately that I still do not have a dishwasher? Nope. Sure don't. Well, I take that back, I have one, I do not have one that works. That is all about to change though. I'm going to Home Depot to get one tomorrow night - 10% off and no payments/interest for 12 months, woohoo! The magic words. I have it all picked out, it will match my new (did I mention stainless?) fridge.

The Greatest "NO" I Ever Heard...

This morning:

Me: Hey sweetie, is your head itching this morning?
Kid: No.

AWESOME! Woohoo! Light at the end of the long, licy tunnel? I can only hope.

In other good news, apparently my ice maker does indeed work. I guess it just wanted to fill itself up before it spit any ice out or something. Crushed ice right outta the door ROCKS.

Some days I think my stupid hangover will never go away. Oh the hangover itself is gone, but the after effects just keep going and going and going. Sigh.

Oh, and Did I Mention, SHIT?

Hey, guess what? 1 lice treatment doesn't cut it, and you'd better not wait 7 days between treatments. I'll bet you all knew that already, didn't you? Crystal tried to tell me, but did I listen? Nooooooooooooooo. I crossed my fingers and hoped that my other friend, my "just do it again in 7 days" friend, was right.

So, to Walgreens I shall go at lunch, to arm myself further against the little fuckers. All the miracles of modern technology, and they haven't come up with something that can kill these little demons with 1 treatment? Are you KIDDING me?

Apparently not. SIGH.

Ok, well, on a happier note, I got my new refrigerator delivered Wednesday and it is awesome. Except that, SHIT, for some reason the dude thought there was a leak when he hooked it up, so he hooked it up and turned the water off. My uncle came to look and said no, there's no leak, don't know why dude thought there was one, and turned the water on. There indeed does not appear to be a leak, and I love getting water out of the door now except that it tastes like new plastic water line, but for some reason, I STILL don't have any ice. SHIT.

Oh but hey, pool guy is coming out Monday to drain and clean the pool. Because it's full of green SHIT right now. However, it's evaporated so much that there's little to drain. The water doesn't even come up to the top of a beer bottle. I know this because there is a beer bottle standing in the bottom of it and I can see the top inch or two of the bottle.

HEY, does pool chlorine kill lice? I may be on to something here. Just maybe, things are looking up!

Let's See, What Else?

Cesar got his stitches out today. I am sure we are all going to be happy he is not walking around with the lampshade/conehead thing on anymore. Poor baby. Poor me and my house. He knocks into everything with that thing, including everything say, on my coffee table, and I think the backs of my legs are totally bruised.

Let's see, what else? Got my new refrigerator delivered yesterday, it is pretty awesome. First time in 7 years I have lived with an icemaker, wheeee-ya! Did a lot of cleaning up in the back yard and made arrangements for the pool guy to come on Monday and finish draining the practically already drained pool and clean it up, get it ready to re-fill. Once that is done and I'm finished cleaning off the back patio, I can haul my new grill out of the garage and have a barbecue. Wanna come?

Let's see, what else? Dog bite looks 95% better. Still feels funny though. I suppose it might for a long time.

Itchy Itchy Itchy

Shitty. Shitty shitty shit. And did I mention, SHIT?

Mama sent the kid back from Oklahoma with lice.

The kid's cousin had such a bad case of it that they apparently cut her hair off very short in an effort to get rid of it. Poor cousin hates it, she thinks she looks like a boy. If it's as short as they say, she probably does. Poor girl.

I suppose I should at least be grateful that Mama didn't try to deal with the kid's infestation in THAT manner.

However, she dropped the kid off to me on Saturday afternoon, on the doorstep of a kid's party that we were attending, assuring me that she did not think the kid had gotten lice. How fucking irresponsible is THAT?

Personally I didn't know what to look for. Never had it myself, never had to determine if anyone else did. So after the kid spent the last couple of days scratching, I went to a professional, who advised that unfortunately, yes, she has lice. Well, one lice and a few nits. Or would it be a lie? One lie, 2 lice? You know, like die and dice? Who knows. At any rate.

So we were having some fun last night, let me tell you. The kid's hair is almost down to her booty, as she would say, and so combing through every last bit of it with that itsy bitsy comb they give you was quite a chore. Took over an hour. And to my understanding I have to do it again in a week.

I swear to God I am going to kick Mama's ASS.

In fact, 2 ass kickings are in order. The kid only made it back with about 2/3 of the clothes I sent with her. Upon reviewing matters with a divorced-with-child friend, it seems that most parents maintain their own supply of clothes etc. and do not routinely shuffle backpacks of clothes back and forth on visits. No doubt I would have engaged in this practice except that Mama has no clothes for the kid at her place.

Oh THAT is SO going to change. Next time, the kid goes with nothing but the clothes on her back.

And maybe a showercap to keep her hair up in the entire visit.

The Dog Count is Rising

But that's more than ok! I got my darling Randi back, and I also got adorable Cesar:



He is adorable and so sweet! Right now he is a "cone head," as he just had surgery and the cone stops him from picking at his stitches. His scrotum had to be removed, poor dear. I joked on Saturday that Cesar is now She-sar. I know - that's just WRONG. Poor baby. He feels fine, and will get his stitches out in a few days.

Yes, the count is up, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Randi's Coming Home!!!!!!!!!

Apparently, Randi's not as happy at her new home as I had hoped.

I get to go pick up my sweet girl tonight. Her new mama says she is sad and won't eat or go to the bathroom and she feels that Randi is not happy there. She feels she won't be happy with apartment life after having a back yard and other boxers and kids to play with.

Maybe she's right. At any rate, I am absolutely ecstatic. I have been depressed and mopey the past few days without her. My dogs cheered me up some of course, but I miss my Randi girl.

Well of course, I'm not totally ecstatic. The girl who adopted her feels very bad, she loves Randi already, but says she sees that Randi isn't happy and wants to do what is right for her. That is very admirable. Somewhere out there is the perfect dog for her and I hope that she finds it.

I almost didn't get Randi back, as the group said that since I have made a commitment to Cesar (pics coming soon), Randi would have to stay with this lady until a foster became available. I voiced my concern over her health if she is not eating or pottying, and said I'd be happy to have both dogs. They agreed and the rest is soon to be history. I get Randi right after work, take her home, and go up to the vet's office and get Cesar.

I'm not letting Randi go again. It is the rescue group's policy to not adopt females to households that already have females, but I know for a fact they have made exceptions in the past, and I will ask for (and beg if necessary) an exception. I don't want to go through giving my Randi girl up again.

Poor Cesar just had surgery yesterday morning and will need to be kept quiet for awhile. Could be quite a feat at my house but I think I can manage it. Bless his heart, his - uh - scrotal area was swollen and so they had him on antibiotics but those weren't working as well as they hoped so they had to - uh - remove it. Poor guy. (Or would it still be guy?) Anyway, he is a white boxer cutie and will look cute with my 2 whities.

I think I have a full house now.

Maybe I'm Not Cut Out for This Fostering Thing

So I took Randi to her new foster home last night. Her new mommy is a nice girl, has a nice place, etc., and I am happy for Randi having a great new forever home, and yet... it feels like my heart is breaking.

I don't know what it is. I tried not to cry as I was leaving her, though I didn't particularly succeed, and as soon as I got back to my car I just bawled like a kid for about 10 minutes before I could even drive.

I didn't have this problem with the other 2 dogs I fostered. But then, I placed them with people I knew, and knew I would have the opportunity to see them again. Not so with Randi. And Randi is somehow one of the more special dogs I have known. Maybe it's that she was around the day I got bit, and even in my state of shock afterwards I could tell Randi knew something was up and was very concerned, and she was so sweet and helped me remember that dogs are awesome and most of them don't bite. And that she would have ripped the other dog apart if she had actually been there. She told me that, ya know.

She's sweet like that.

Happy New Life, Randi.

Please, People

When you see this picture on AOL's main sign-in screen -




- just know that this is by no means representative of ALL Texans.

Now I've Gone and Done It

My blog now officially comes up when one Googles "toilet humor." Excellent.

Ouchie Revisited

Remind me the next time I go to have stitches removed to take 2 pain pills an hour beforehand and have someone drive me.

That was not quite as painful as being bit and stitched originally, but it was no walk in the park either. To top it off, he may not have gotten all of them because there is a little scabbie thing under which he thinks there is one or two more and he wants to wait until it comes off on its own to see and so I might have to go back.

The good times just keep coming on this little adventure, let me tell ya.

I guess the good news is Doc said I have done an excellent job keeping it from becoming infected. That is a big concern when they actually have to stitch dog bites, I guess, stitching all those dog germs up inside and all. That's an ooky thought.

In more good news, I finally this morning confirmed with Animal Control that they have the dog in quarantine. It certainly took long enough, especially when they knew since Monday who owned the dog and where it was, yet it didn't manage to get quarantined until either Wednesday or Thursday.

I told Jen earlier, my name may not be Earl, but I am with him on the whole karma thing. My parents had a dog who was quarantined 3 times for biting people - never in the face, though. She was a "back biter," she'd get the back of your leg as you were walking away. Still painful, I am sure. At any rate, they were fortunate enough to never get sued over any of the bites.

I figure that karma probably wants me to return the favor. Which I plan to do.

But DAMN the owners of this dog make it HARD when they won't even cooperate in quarantining the fucking dog.