yo wil !!! (you old dog hehe) .. good buddy .. ol' friend .. pal-o-mine .. mon ami .. mi amigo .. il mio amico .. mein Freund
fast, furry, fierce freddy (aka big ugly spider) should be arriving on your doorstep in .. oh .. 'bout 3 days or so
i made sure and sent him Priority Mail .. nothing but the best for freddy
please take good care of him ok !!
(PS
.. you can keep the bowl .. after hearing from ya how he might be a
wolf spider capable of jumping up to 10 feet, i mailed him to you still
snuggled inside his captive abode)
not too many things in this life elicit the infamous F word out of me
... finding things like THIS in my bowl cabinet do
...
trust that it may be years before i ever gather enough courage to do
something stupid like grab a bowl from the cabinet again
...
and NO .. i don't have enough courage to actually get my hand that
close to these creatures .. i safely encased him in saran wrap first
... and there he will remain until some dear friend (whom i'll be indebted to for life) frees him from his captive abode
... ps .. i'd like new bowls for Christmas please .. i surely can never use this bowl again !!!
there are times that i feel our judicial system is in need of some serious fixing this is one of those times ...
AOL News - Gift of Cookies Crumbles; Girls Told to Pay $900Update
.. i found yet another story this morning in the Denver Post .. no
matter which way i slice it, the old lady is coming off as sue happy
"The families had offered to pay Young's medical bills if she would agree to indemnify the families against future claims.
Young wouldn't sign the
agreement. She said the families' apologies rang false and weren't
delivered in person. The matter went to court."
DenverPost.com - LOCAL NEWS
would anyone be interesting in knowing where my Christmas tree is?
hauled away with the recycling sometime between Christmas and New Years you say?
that was the plan
of
course, being "rule conscious", i first called the trash hauling
company to find out what restrictions, if any, they had .. i was told
"as long as the tree is under 6 feett" i can place the tree whole, with
the rest of my recycling .. "anything over 6 feet and the tree has to be
cut in half"
no problem .. i knew the tree was about the height of my last boyfriend, so i figured it to be 6 foot
but trash day came and went and my tree remained at the curb
then the next trash day came and went and my tree remained at the curb
so
i got my tape measure out and attempted to measure the tree .. yea ok
.. it was a rough estimate .. measuring a bushy tree just isn't one of
my talents .. i swear it still looked to be about 6 foot tall .. but the
next trash day came and went and my tree remained, stoically standing
at my curb and i realized something was wrong
so
i got some wire .. i ran it up the trunk of the tree .. then i got my
tape measure out again and measured the wire .. gosh .. i was wrong ..
it was a whole 6 foot 4 inches !!!!!so
i got out my cute little hack saw .. and when i say cute and little, i
mean exactly that .. it took me nearly 30 minutes to saw through the
trunk of the tree .. it probably would have been quicker but several
neighbors just had to stop to chat with me delaying my progress .. yea
ok .. i'll confess .. i had to take a break cause my arm was killing me
lol
but now i have 2 -
3 foot 2 inch sections of Christmas tree sitting out at the curb .. i
swear it had best be gone when the trash haulers pull away from our
street tomorrow
i have
a message that i am tempted to tape to the tree .. to my beloved trash
hauler who refused to haul away my tree because it was 4 inches too tall
..
i don't care what your girlfriend tells you .. 4 inches really isn't THAT much dude
i sometimes have a difficult time
coming to terms with situations that occur in my life .. especially so
when the situations were what i consider avoidable or preventable
so it was with a situation that occurred last weekend at the humane society ..
since
the city of San Jose opened up their own shelter late last year and
reduced the amount of incoming pets to our shelter, we have more room to
offer to other shelters to help them reduce the overcrowding that
sometimes occurs .. last week we had 27 dogs transferred from a shelter
in a neighboring city .. 10 of the dogs were puppies
last
saturday we were scheduled to healthcheck all 27 dogs for possible
adoption .. at first glance it was obvious the puppies were deathly ill
with what was obviously parvovirus .. since i was the only one not
scheduled to work a full day (the virus isn't contagious to cats so my
own pets were safe from the virus) so the supervisor had me gown up and
hold the puppies for parvo testing .. sadly, they all tested positive ..
they were all suffering the effects of advanced parvovirus .. an
extremely contagious and often deadly disease for puppies
and
now a large number of our kennels are under quarantine until they have
been sufficiently disinfected to prevent passing the virus on to other
dogs at the shelter
when i returned to the shelter this past saturday i learned that none of the puppies survived ..
not
only is my heart breaking for the adorable puppies, i am livid that a
shelter can operate so poorly that 10 puppies can pass through their
facilities to our shelter without one person noticing that the puppies
were ill .. i am angry that not one person noticed that what should have
been bouncing playful puppies were instead lethargic .. noticeably
lethargic
so i get to
spend my day transferring sick puppies to quarantine to prevent any more
dogs at our shelter catching the virus .. and of course afterwards it
was necessary that i leave the shelter immediately afterwards to prevent
me from transferring the virus .. i spent the day bleaching my clothes
and disinfecting myself ..
i
also learned that the supervisor that has become my mentor over the
past year had given his notice .. i was thinking it would be several
months before his replacement was found but i found out this weekend
that last weekend was the last time i'd ever work with him again
part
of me wants to call him today and thank him for sharing his knowledge
with me .. for helping me learn more about canine behavior after my
involvement with the fight between the pitbulls .. for giving me enough
knowledge that my fear didn't overwhelm me and prevent me from returning
to the shelter ..
but i'm not good at good-byes .. some things just don't get easier with practice
my 14 year old daughter has this
sure fire way of getting my attention .. all she has to do is start a
conversation with "mom, i know you're probably going to get upset but
..."
and this morning she got my attention
i've
been divorced from my children's father for 11 years, the same amount
of time i endured being married to him .. at first we shared joint
custody but for the last 8 years i've had full custody of my daughter ..
out of sheer financial necessity, i finally convinced myself last year
that i had a responsibility to sue him for child support
my
ex-husband and his new wife have a nice local home that they were in
the process of remodeling .. they also have a second home in hawaii ..
all the while, my daughter and i struggle to pay for groceries .. there
was something wrong with the picture and i finally decided i needed to
"fix" it .. last week i was informed that the papers were finally being
drawn up so i should begin receiving child support very soon
fast forward to this morning ..
"mom,
dad is thinking about moving and last night he asked me if i wanted to
live with him in hawaii during my freshman year in high school"
like i said, she knows how to get my attention .. and "upset" is an understatement
i
want my children to experience as many things in life as opportunity
affords them .. even though i was crushed 2 years ago to find out my son
would be attending college in hawaii instead of locally, i was excited
for him that he had the opportunity to experience something that is not
offered to everyone
the
same holds true for my feelings for my daughters life .. how exciting
it would be for a 14 year old to be able to live for a year on the
islands !!
i've
already warned her not to get too excited .. her dad blows smoke out his
butt with regularity .. i have yet to have him give his word on
anything that he followed through on
the
thought of losing my daughter for an entire year has me floored ..
weall knew when they bought the second home in hawaii that there was a
really good chance that they'd be moving over there .. i just never
dreamed he'd want to take my daughter
right
now i want to hurt him or at the very least, to call him on the phone
and scream at him .. how DARE he feel he has the right to entice my
daughter away from me
i can't compete with hawaii .. hell .. i'd probably move over there myself if he asked me (NOT !!) but it sure would be tempting
part of me would probably enjoy having my own life again for a year .. yea right
i knew both of my children would be leaving the nest someday .. just not THIS soon
color
me cynical .. 11 years he's gone without showing any interest in living
with his daughter .. until the very week that i am granted child
support .. i wonder if there's a connection
i need to go distract myself .. i'm feeling ill
i'm a product of my generation .. i hope 
i
console myself with thinking that i'm a product of my generation .. in
high school, the guys took auto shop .. the girls took home economics ..
that was the way things were supposed to be
i know absolutely
nothing about cars .. what little i do know i've gained from watching
the men in my life with their cars .. my brother had even tried to teach
me a few things but lost his temper when i wouldn't stop cleaning his
tools .. ok, so my priorities were a little skewed, but honestly, i
didn't see how he could concentrate with every single tool being
absolutely filthy and covered with dirt and oil
the only help
i've gotten along the way was from the service station attendants ..
reminding me to check my oil .. letting me know my battery was empty ..
hey !! empty of what? nobody told me about batteries .. and now of
course, service station attendants are a thing of the past and i'm on my
own
i ruined my minivan .. i assumed that i was covered by
modern technology and one of those little lights would come on when i
needed to check the oil .. 50,000 miles later the light finally came on
.. and now they tell me it was too late .. nobody told me i swear
so now i have a new truck and i've got the oil thing covered
my
tires were looking a little low, so i bought a tire gauge and read the
little book that came with my truck .. i even had one of my guy friends
show me how to use the gauge .. i have realized how important those
maintenance issues are and i'm not leaving anything to chance
the book said that i need 35 pounds hot or 32 pounds cold
i found the air pump at the service station .. i even had those handy little wipes cause i knew i'd be getting my hands dirty
i
tested the air from the pump but it felt "warm" so i wasn't sure how
much to put in each tire .. the book said nothing about WARM air so
rather than screw things up yet again i decided to admit i knew nothing
and made a quick phone call to one of my guy friends
today i
know the answer .. today i realize how stupid my question was .. but its
too late to salvage my pride with my friend who thinks i'm a full blown
helpless idiot of the female persuasion
