Can you believe this lawyer who got on a plane with a resistent strain of TB? What is he an idiot? Who does that?? He is quarantined right now....what would that tell him about what he did? He should be ashamed of himself....what a terribly selfish act on his part. If he infected someone with already compromised respiratory health...he could have killed them. Amazingly shameful!!
Lotus's bday is tomorrow!! How cool is it we celebrate our birthday's in the beginning of June? We are seven days apart...both left handed....my co-trainer was a left handed Gemini as well...his birthday is the day before mine. Lotus will be two...thats right non believers...I have taken care of a living thing for two years. LOL. The other day I found the email that the breeder sent me the day after Lo was born. First one out and the only girl. The attachments were the first pics I had seen of her....eyes still shut...wriggly...looked like a little rodent. What a great birthday that was. So I am happy its her bday...she probably has no clue its her birthday...nor does she care..which is actually good because I have no money to buy her anything. LOL
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Here is a piece of sound advice. When you have a pinched nerve in your neck....don't do push ups and sit ups. LOL
Don't ask me how I got this stupid pinched nerve in my neck. My mom insists its stress. I think its from having to physically move that 150lb cow of a dog who just amble in front of you and then stops. Or it was already compromised a few weeks ago when I had alcohol poisoning. The repetitive...ehhh...strain on the neck muscles....from ehhh...the alcohol being...purged...from my system. And then one stupid move later that week just caused the nerve to be pinched. Or maybe its all of the above. Who knows.
But the idiot I am....insisted on working out this evening and severely depreciated any healing that had gone on this weekend. Ahhhh...the trial of having a slower metabolism than some of those size three chicks out their. I hate you. LOL.
Some of you people who have gotten my back rubs in the past better start paying back. LOL
God...it hurts. Maybe its just some kharmic sympathy, psychic energy I absorbed from my boss who is in chronic back and neck pain. Its possible....it is!!!
I must say it was a great excuse to dodge the better half of the BBQ yesterday. My mom set up the vollyball net in the backyard. But it was impossible to keep the game in play because Darla and Duncan kept going after the ball. They can't help it....every ball in the yard is theirs..the only time any of us are ever out there with a ball is to play with them...so they just associate: person+ball=playtime. At one point my newfian princess and the alpha matriarch Darla was on the field running for the ball. The older of my two cousins screams...I mean screams at Darla to "get off the field". I clenched my jaw and held onto my seat to keep from getting up. My mom as usual pretended nothing happened. Darla looked at him like, "How dare you!.....who do you think you are?"
If you know me, you know I can not stand it when people who know nothing about dogs yell at my dogs. All you are doing is confusing their opinion of people. Not to mention the fact that its just plain rude. If someone yelled at your child how would you feel? This back yard is essentially the main playground for all three dogs and has been since they were little pups. This is their territory in their mind. Everything in it is theirs, they defend it, guard it...its theirs. This shit yelled at Darla and in her typical dignified fashion turns her back on him walks toward the edge of the field, puts her front paws over the line and keeps her ass in the field pointing in his direction. I lost it....she has an amazing sense of humor. "Good one Dar". She looked at me and opened her mouth in a big panting smile as if to say, "Right? can you believe the set on this kid? Kiss my tail buddy". Darla has always cracked me up with her well thought out actions. Her sense of humor is one you see commonly in the Newfoundland but very rarely in alot of other breeds. That humor coupled with the typical stubborn attitude of a female dog makes for a hysterical sense of humor....not unlike alot of us bitchy broads huh?
Don't ask me how I got this stupid pinched nerve in my neck. My mom insists its stress. I think its from having to physically move that 150lb cow of a dog who just amble in front of you and then stops. Or it was already compromised a few weeks ago when I had alcohol poisoning. The repetitive...ehhh...strain on the neck muscles....from ehhh...the alcohol being...purged...from my system. And then one stupid move later that week just caused the nerve to be pinched. Or maybe its all of the above. Who knows.
But the idiot I am....insisted on working out this evening and severely depreciated any healing that had gone on this weekend. Ahhhh...the trial of having a slower metabolism than some of those size three chicks out their. I hate you. LOL.
Some of you people who have gotten my back rubs in the past better start paying back. LOL
God...it hurts. Maybe its just some kharmic sympathy, psychic energy I absorbed from my boss who is in chronic back and neck pain. Its possible....it is!!!
I must say it was a great excuse to dodge the better half of the BBQ yesterday. My mom set up the vollyball net in the backyard. But it was impossible to keep the game in play because Darla and Duncan kept going after the ball. They can't help it....every ball in the yard is theirs..the only time any of us are ever out there with a ball is to play with them...so they just associate: person+ball=playtime. At one point my newfian princess and the alpha matriarch Darla was on the field running for the ball. The older of my two cousins screams...I mean screams at Darla to "get off the field". I clenched my jaw and held onto my seat to keep from getting up. My mom as usual pretended nothing happened. Darla looked at him like, "How dare you!.....who do you think you are?"
If you know me, you know I can not stand it when people who know nothing about dogs yell at my dogs. All you are doing is confusing their opinion of people. Not to mention the fact that its just plain rude. If someone yelled at your child how would you feel? This back yard is essentially the main playground for all three dogs and has been since they were little pups. This is their territory in their mind. Everything in it is theirs, they defend it, guard it...its theirs. This shit yelled at Darla and in her typical dignified fashion turns her back on him walks toward the edge of the field, puts her front paws over the line and keeps her ass in the field pointing in his direction. I lost it....she has an amazing sense of humor. "Good one Dar". She looked at me and opened her mouth in a big panting smile as if to say, "Right? can you believe the set on this kid? Kiss my tail buddy". Darla has always cracked me up with her well thought out actions. Her sense of humor is one you see commonly in the Newfoundland but very rarely in alot of other breeds. That humor coupled with the typical stubborn attitude of a female dog makes for a hysterical sense of humor....not unlike alot of us bitchy broads huh?
Monday, May 28, 2007
Ugh. My mom thought is would just be a riot to have family over today for a Memorial Day BBQ. Wonderful....unfortunately you can't pick up the sarcastic tone in my text. If you can you either know me to well or I am the greatest writer ever. LOL.
My aunt uncle and cousins are Baptists....not the entertaining kind either that dance around with no teeth in their mouth and snakes in hand while swiging a jar of homemade moonshine. No, these are boring baptists. They sucked my mom in. So basically its their fault I get harrassed while I try to sleep every Sunday morning with, "Do you want to come to church with me?"
And basically my brother and I are told consistently if we don't accept christ we are going to hell, despite the fact that we could save a bus load of nuns from a fiery death...we would still go to hell. I had started this arguement with her many times in the past. Now I just keep my mouth shut. My brother loves to debate and does with the typical sneaky yet scarey cunning only a Pisces can have. I break it up when he starts to step on my mom's faith though. I don't think you should ever step all over someone's faith...although many christians seem to do so constantly...very rarely do you see any other religion do this to others...but still and all...no one should take away your faith.
My brother is agnostic for the most part. I am pagan but I apply alot of agnostic...cism?....to my faith. Because in reality the images we are given in the Bible and mythology are just given to us to help focus our minds on morals, clear thought as well as teaching us to find underlying meaning in all that we do...be it work, life choices..etc. What Pagans call spells, christians call prayer....its all just to help the human mind focus on a goal or gain clear thought to see what truely needs to be done, or what you are supposed to learn from the situation. I am not a fan of christians telling me that I need to give everything over to god because he will take care of all. If that was the case we would have no war and no homeless. We are here to learn, we are challenged to become better and stronger. We are consistently and until our death beds...a work in progress....maybe even beyond the death bed.....but I am getting off the subject here.
My mom gives me the speech about not cursing or telling any "off color" stories. I said, "Do you have that little faith in me and my conduct...I know I curse like a trucker but when I taught class...and you were in on two sessions...did you ever once hear me swear?"
"No...but I..."
"Then have a little faith in my fucking conduct..." LOL, "And what kind of things do you think I am going to say?.....Here's to swimmin with bow legged women...." Jaws was on yesterday...
"Skadi, OMG"
She then gave the speech to my brother. He argued with her on the issue for some time. We have never gotten along with this side of the family. For years my aunt has sat me down and tried to convince me of the "dangers of heavy metal". Her kids look at me in fear..I don't know what she has told them...I could be dressed like a Stepford wife and sneeze pez and these kids would still fear me.
So my brother, fresh from the dorm mentioned a few beers will solve everything.
"No there's not alcohol....baptists don't drink..."
After the sound of a skipped record filled the room ad quickly left....my brother and I looked at each other.
After my mother left the room he said there is no way he can deal with these people. I told him its no problem he just needs to chill. Then my mother comes back and insists we must include the children in all we do. These kids are like 20 years younger than us!! If we were in Alabama...I could have bore these children...there is a slight gap in age (no offense Alabama..but you know your rep)...lets out it this way...they missed the Yu-gi-oh craze.
So we went and got a six pack of Guinness...because Lotus loves the Guinness..kidding. Long story short...empty stomach...I am one in...with a pinched nerve...and a house full of Baptists. Send help!
No spell check....my mom is at the door telling me to be social. I love you guys...it's been nice knowing ya.
My aunt uncle and cousins are Baptists....not the entertaining kind either that dance around with no teeth in their mouth and snakes in hand while swiging a jar of homemade moonshine. No, these are boring baptists. They sucked my mom in. So basically its their fault I get harrassed while I try to sleep every Sunday morning with, "Do you want to come to church with me?"
And basically my brother and I are told consistently if we don't accept christ we are going to hell, despite the fact that we could save a bus load of nuns from a fiery death...we would still go to hell. I had started this arguement with her many times in the past. Now I just keep my mouth shut. My brother loves to debate and does with the typical sneaky yet scarey cunning only a Pisces can have. I break it up when he starts to step on my mom's faith though. I don't think you should ever step all over someone's faith...although many christians seem to do so constantly...very rarely do you see any other religion do this to others...but still and all...no one should take away your faith.
My brother is agnostic for the most part. I am pagan but I apply alot of agnostic...cism?....to my faith. Because in reality the images we are given in the Bible and mythology are just given to us to help focus our minds on morals, clear thought as well as teaching us to find underlying meaning in all that we do...be it work, life choices..etc. What Pagans call spells, christians call prayer....its all just to help the human mind focus on a goal or gain clear thought to see what truely needs to be done, or what you are supposed to learn from the situation. I am not a fan of christians telling me that I need to give everything over to god because he will take care of all. If that was the case we would have no war and no homeless. We are here to learn, we are challenged to become better and stronger. We are consistently and until our death beds...a work in progress....maybe even beyond the death bed.....but I am getting off the subject here.
My mom gives me the speech about not cursing or telling any "off color" stories. I said, "Do you have that little faith in me and my conduct...I know I curse like a trucker but when I taught class...and you were in on two sessions...did you ever once hear me swear?"
"No...but I..."
"Then have a little faith in my fucking conduct..." LOL, "And what kind of things do you think I am going to say?.....Here's to swimmin with bow legged women...." Jaws was on yesterday...
"Skadi, OMG"
She then gave the speech to my brother. He argued with her on the issue for some time. We have never gotten along with this side of the family. For years my aunt has sat me down and tried to convince me of the "dangers of heavy metal". Her kids look at me in fear..I don't know what she has told them...I could be dressed like a Stepford wife and sneeze pez and these kids would still fear me.
So my brother, fresh from the dorm mentioned a few beers will solve everything.
"No there's not alcohol....baptists don't drink..."
After the sound of a skipped record filled the room ad quickly left....my brother and I looked at each other.
After my mother left the room he said there is no way he can deal with these people. I told him its no problem he just needs to chill. Then my mother comes back and insists we must include the children in all we do. These kids are like 20 years younger than us!! If we were in Alabama...I could have bore these children...there is a slight gap in age (no offense Alabama..but you know your rep)...lets out it this way...they missed the Yu-gi-oh craze.
So we went and got a six pack of Guinness...because Lotus loves the Guinness..kidding. Long story short...empty stomach...I am one in...with a pinched nerve...and a house full of Baptists. Send help!
No spell check....my mom is at the door telling me to be social. I love you guys...it's been nice knowing ya.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
New Jersey currently has the lowest gas in the country. I think they should have the most expensive gas as punishment for having the most impossible roads to navigate. Any state that makes you take an additional road to make a left or a U turn should DEFINITELY pay more for gas. Shove it up your jug handles.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Turn signals...they are not just the towns way of gussying up the road ways...they are useful too. You can use them as a means of determining when it is safe for you to make a turn. Thoughtful and accommodating huh? Yeah....SO USE THEM AND STOP STARING AT THEM!!!!! I just can't stand it when I have to Andretti my way to work because I don't know which personality will be managing the office and I have to sit behind some jackass staring at the turn arrow. "Derrr....sideways V with a tail, what does that mean?...der why is there a vehement looking butch chick in a filthy blue truck screaming at me to move?....Is that Bad Brains she's blasting?"
Yeah, schmuck...move it.
Ugh...and don't even get me started...Sirius added a punk channel. OMG....its awesome. Usually the only way you can listen to good punk is on some college radio show at 4 a.m.
There used to be this young girl I used to work with and she said she was into punk. I was like, "Cool...so you're in stuff like The Vandals, Exploited?" Blank stare. "How about Black Flag....TSOL....The Descendents?" She replies, "I like Green Day" Of course you do. Kids today...LOL.
Lotus' bday is in a week. She'll be two. Two years, I have owned a living thing....and its doing GREAT. LOL. I have to find a new vet for her because her current vet has no problem letting pet store owners come on his shitty cable show and get a little marketing time by bringing the mill puppies they sell in the slavery market they call a pet store(and don't think for a second any of the other animals they sell there come from any better a place). I refuse to give that asshole any more of my money...if I'm paying him, and he is supporting the corruption known as puppy mills then inadvertently I am supporting it. Plus if I bring Lotus in for her check up and I am in an exam room with this guy.....well...I just can't afford bail AND her check up. LOL.
When I pick up her records I have to remember to drop off some puppy mill info. If you knew a clothes line used sweat shop kids to make their clothes, and you personally saw the devastating effects of sweatshops on the children...would you feel right buying those clothes still?
Not only did my family have to suffer through the harsh realities of two dogs from over bred broods...but in the training ring I had to explain to people that because its a pet store dog, its sub par both health wise and behavior wise. I had a couple of good cries (like thats a hard thing to do right..I have a soft heart in certain situations) with several students when they realized their dogs really would be better off on the other side. I've stood in front of the doggie day care and pointed out to other bystanders the differences that were visible between healthy dogs from good breeders and the sickly deformed ones from mills(I could have been fired for this...should have a couple of times). How do you, as a vet, who has gone to school almost as long as any other doctor, learned about the ins and outs of breeding, caring for animals, find it quite alright for the abuses that are carried out on these puppy mills and in these backyard breeding facilities? Apparently no one has brought an abused mill Great Dane with cigar burns all over his body from some mill worker who thought it was funny to watch the dog writhe in pain into his exam room. Apparently he never saw this dog hobble with a permanent injury from being cramped in too small a cage. He never saw the scars on this dogs head, face, legs, mutilated tail, horrible fear of men. If he had he would stand up against all the pet store in our upper class, "Give it to me now, I don't have time to wait"snob infested area. So no....I have fought too hard and have given to many speeches both orally and in text against puppy mills to sit by and let this uncaring money hungry vet stick a thermometer up my dogs ass.
Screw him and screw puppy mills!!
Crap...I don't have time to spell check. Too bad. And sorry for the run ons. Deal with it.
Yeah, schmuck...move it.
Ugh...and don't even get me started...Sirius added a punk channel. OMG....its awesome. Usually the only way you can listen to good punk is on some college radio show at 4 a.m.
There used to be this young girl I used to work with and she said she was into punk. I was like, "Cool...so you're in stuff like The Vandals, Exploited?" Blank stare. "How about Black Flag....TSOL....The Descendents?" She replies, "I like Green Day" Of course you do. Kids today...LOL.
Lotus' bday is in a week. She'll be two. Two years, I have owned a living thing....and its doing GREAT. LOL. I have to find a new vet for her because her current vet has no problem letting pet store owners come on his shitty cable show and get a little marketing time by bringing the mill puppies they sell in the slavery market they call a pet store(and don't think for a second any of the other animals they sell there come from any better a place). I refuse to give that asshole any more of my money...if I'm paying him, and he is supporting the corruption known as puppy mills then inadvertently I am supporting it. Plus if I bring Lotus in for her check up and I am in an exam room with this guy.....well...I just can't afford bail AND her check up. LOL.
When I pick up her records I have to remember to drop off some puppy mill info. If you knew a clothes line used sweat shop kids to make their clothes, and you personally saw the devastating effects of sweatshops on the children...would you feel right buying those clothes still?
Not only did my family have to suffer through the harsh realities of two dogs from over bred broods...but in the training ring I had to explain to people that because its a pet store dog, its sub par both health wise and behavior wise. I had a couple of good cries (like thats a hard thing to do right..I have a soft heart in certain situations) with several students when they realized their dogs really would be better off on the other side. I've stood in front of the doggie day care and pointed out to other bystanders the differences that were visible between healthy dogs from good breeders and the sickly deformed ones from mills(I could have been fired for this...should have a couple of times). How do you, as a vet, who has gone to school almost as long as any other doctor, learned about the ins and outs of breeding, caring for animals, find it quite alright for the abuses that are carried out on these puppy mills and in these backyard breeding facilities? Apparently no one has brought an abused mill Great Dane with cigar burns all over his body from some mill worker who thought it was funny to watch the dog writhe in pain into his exam room. Apparently he never saw this dog hobble with a permanent injury from being cramped in too small a cage. He never saw the scars on this dogs head, face, legs, mutilated tail, horrible fear of men. If he had he would stand up against all the pet store in our upper class, "Give it to me now, I don't have time to wait"snob infested area. So no....I have fought too hard and have given to many speeches both orally and in text against puppy mills to sit by and let this uncaring money hungry vet stick a thermometer up my dogs ass.
Screw him and screw puppy mills!!
Crap...I don't have time to spell check. Too bad. And sorry for the run ons. Deal with it.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Allergies are kicking my ass!! I went out to get lunch for the office today and when I got back I suddenly became congested, itchy throat, ears, eyes, sniffles. Ugh. I'm hoping its just allergies.
I'm strongly considering calling in sick to work tomorrow, but that means I lose a day's pay. But I have not taken a day off from work since my seminar in December. I can't sleep...which means my patience will be even lower with my boss tomorrow which means I'll be more likely to get fired which will cost me more money that if I just called in sick.
I have not had a decent night of sleep in a few days. I think I could use a day of sleep and/ or bad daytime TV.
I'm strongly considering calling in sick to work tomorrow, but that means I lose a day's pay. But I have not taken a day off from work since my seminar in December. I can't sleep...which means my patience will be even lower with my boss tomorrow which means I'll be more likely to get fired which will cost me more money that if I just called in sick.
I have not had a decent night of sleep in a few days. I think I could use a day of sleep and/ or bad daytime TV.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
For the life of me I will never understand why my parents insist on the fact that the garbage men cannot pick up a garbage bag weighing more than thirty pounds. They refuse to let me put most of my garbage out on the curb. They actually want me to go through the bags of garbage and divide them into smaller bags!! So they basically sit there because I refuse too. SO today my mother resolves that the one year old garbage bags on the side of the house MUST be taken care of. Now if I can haul the garbage to the fucking curb then why is it too heavy for the damn garbage men. Are the garbage men 7 year old girls??? They are garbage men!! If they did not want to pick up heavy shit they should be in an office. Come on. So my fat asthmatic ass has to go dig through all this musty ass decomposing bullshit because as usual my parents have this skewed concept on reality. They are severely insane. I mean this is almost as retarded as the time the crazy bitch I call mom would not let me dump the fish tank water into the street because she said it would run down the street past the houses and neighbors would complain. So instead I had to let this water evaporate and decompose until the whole house smelled like a swamp. This is the insanity that is the parental logic that I have been raised with. So I ask you...is it any wonder I am off to such a slow start in life???
Fucking nut jobs I have for parents!!!
Fucking nut jobs I have for parents!!!
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