Diesel is at the hospital. The doggie hospital but he doesn't know the difference and i'm sure it smells as sweet and the neighbors are just as pleasant as at the people hospital so lets not spoil it for him.
Little tyke's been there since monday night. Looks like he is taking after his mom. Per my usual medical run of things, the docs are clueless. Could be pneumonia. Could be a birth defect. We really can't say for sure. But what we can say is thus far it'll cost you $350. After that, we're going to have to check our records and our vacation homes in Puerto Vallarta.
Can't put a price on my little boys head of course. Though i think at times J could.
I'd just like him home, bouncing off the walls and following me around like a shadow. Until then i'm trying to keep busy -what else can i do? I pester the vets for the latest test results, make healthful, complicated, yet tasty dinners (homemade chinese anyone?) and i've started painting the kitchen red. Yep, deep dark Colgate red -so really more of a coppery burgundy?
anyway i'm off like a prom dress to try to rejuvi my brain for 8 hours. -who am i kidding, maybe 6 or 7?
**I will be accepting mental donations of happy furry thoughts through the end of this week at least. Thank you for your support**
3.27.2007
3.10.2007
reading = listening
it appears people may actually be reading this.
it's a funny thought since as i write [and watch The Transporter -chic weilding two large semi-automatic weapons while wearing naught more than a pair of stilettos and lingerie -bad lingerie at that] i can't really imagine anyone else sitting at their monitor, reading these words.
[Ohhh sweet jesus above, a lamborghini....]
Might be some gal in oregon with a shock of pink hair and a bijon frise named Paul. Perhaps an architect in Boston taking a break from studies. Maybe some skater punk in PA who thought i had forgotten about him.
[a ferrari now...]
Anyway, i kinda like it. it's a connection. to who knows who. and who knows where
[now the end of the Fast & the Furious -tell me Paul Walker isn't hot. can't act his way out of a paper bag but really -who cares].
So for now it's a one way, tenuous connection. who's gonna break that?
it's a funny thought since as i write [and watch The Transporter -chic weilding two large semi-automatic weapons while wearing naught more than a pair of stilettos and lingerie -bad lingerie at that] i can't really imagine anyone else sitting at their monitor, reading these words.
[Ohhh sweet jesus above, a lamborghini....]
Might be some gal in oregon with a shock of pink hair and a bijon frise named Paul. Perhaps an architect in Boston taking a break from studies. Maybe some skater punk in PA who thought i had forgotten about him.
[a ferrari now...]
Anyway, i kinda like it. it's a connection. to who knows who. and who knows where
[now the end of the Fast & the Furious -tell me Paul Walker isn't hot. can't act his way out of a paper bag but really -who cares].
So for now it's a one way, tenuous connection. who's gonna break that?
3.04.2007
architects -don't i love 'em
ahh architects. A species all their own.
check 'em out on tv or film. romanticized - they look like intelligent otherworldly types, their speech issuing forth in well-formed, eloquent quips about the deeper meaning of the shape of a steel girter, or the true feelings hidden deep within the .25 ga metal stud. Apparently even Keanu Reeves is permitted to spew such crap as long as he's playing an architect.
It's one of those career choices readily available to the public, and yet so foreign. Everyone knows what they do -vaguely- little ones run around telling their first grade teachers that they will grow up to be big and strong and doctors or architects or spacemen or the like. Yet it's not a profession i think highschoolers profess to their college counselors with quite as much frequency. there must be a real passion running through their veins for this pursuit to be realized.
So while architects such as Frank Ghery or Corbusier (or Corbu as we, his inner circle call him), are well known for their sculptural masterpieces, there is more to this story. The true genius of architects lies in their little known skill as defiers of all the known laws of physics. It's true. They bend time. Don't ask me how this is accomplished for i've never actually witnessedthis phenomenon myself. I simply know the unshakable faith they have in their kind to achieve this mystery.
Take for example my schedule of the past few weeks. These masterminds have determined it's entirely feasable to fit 92 hours into 40.
I'm telling you -they're brilliant.
check 'em out on tv or film. romanticized - they look like intelligent otherworldly types, their speech issuing forth in well-formed, eloquent quips about the deeper meaning of the shape of a steel girter, or the true feelings hidden deep within the .25 ga metal stud. Apparently even Keanu Reeves is permitted to spew such crap as long as he's playing an architect.
It's one of those career choices readily available to the public, and yet so foreign. Everyone knows what they do -vaguely- little ones run around telling their first grade teachers that they will grow up to be big and strong and doctors or architects or spacemen or the like. Yet it's not a profession i think highschoolers profess to their college counselors with quite as much frequency. there must be a real passion running through their veins for this pursuit to be realized.
So while architects such as Frank Ghery or Corbusier (or Corbu as we, his inner circle call him), are well known for their sculptural masterpieces, there is more to this story. The true genius of architects lies in their little known skill as defiers of all the known laws of physics. It's true. They bend time. Don't ask me how this is accomplished for i've never actually witnessedthis phenomenon myself. I simply know the unshakable faith they have in their kind to achieve this mystery.
Take for example my schedule of the past few weeks. These masterminds have determined it's entirely feasable to fit 92 hours into 40.
I'm telling you -they're brilliant.
2.11.2007
2.06.2007
he's baaaack
... or is he?
can't recall a time when this has happened to me before. someone who was so huge in my life/growth/development/whatever who disappears comes back.
i invited it sure, but i completely expected total, utter and thorough failure.
so shame on me when my plan backfired -and succeeded.
So now he's back. or, he was yesterday.
and who is this mystery caller?
can't recall a time when this has happened to me before. someone who was so huge in my life/growth/development/whatever who disappears comes back.
i invited it sure, but i completely expected total, utter and thorough failure.
so shame on me when my plan backfired -and succeeded.
So now he's back. or, he was yesterday.
and who is this mystery caller?
2.02.2007
bring the white stuff. bring it!
is it snowing there?
um -NO. and thank the lawd or allah or whomever b/c the folks down here are what i've heard termed SnowStupid. It's depressing. An inch? Head for the hills! Ohhh neighbor, have you stocked up on toiletpaper and milk? Better get your move on!
so -YES i hated digging my car out each morning -not to use it but only so that when the roads had less than 6 inches of packed ice/ripped up road/snow i'd have a car left and not a car shaped glacier.
Sigh. It's not a battle i can win. I shall miss it from afar, and enjoy the fact that in early december i still wasn't wearing a jacket and i'm sure come march i'll be back to pissed off that i can't wear flip flops to work.
time to get back to work. bah.
um -NO. and thank the lawd or allah or whomever b/c the folks down here are what i've heard termed SnowStupid. It's depressing. An inch? Head for the hills! Ohhh neighbor, have you stocked up on toiletpaper and milk? Better get your move on!
so -YES i hated digging my car out each morning -not to use it but only so that when the roads had less than 6 inches of packed ice/ripped up road/snow i'd have a car left and not a car shaped glacier.
Sigh. It's not a battle i can win. I shall miss it from afar, and enjoy the fact that in early december i still wasn't wearing a jacket and i'm sure come march i'll be back to pissed off that i can't wear flip flops to work.
time to get back to work. bah.
1.23.2007
such a day
this was my friday.
a friends mother passed
a friend has HIV
a mother miscarried
at least it's not friday right now.
a friends mother passed
a friend has HIV
a mother miscarried
at least it's not friday right now.
10.22.2006
jitters
i'm going to get married.
not someday, as in, oh, before i turn 97. but on a fixed date, with a determined man.
this is terrifying.
ask me why. i'm wearing a shiny 1.5 carat princess cut platinum ring. I'm living in an upscale condo outside DC with our two adorable dogs. suburbia is scaring the isht out of me. the tamed domestication of marriage is not something i ever thought i'd dread or grow to loathe. i never thought the security of always knowing someone will be there for you could possibly be a bad thing.
why am i the one with commitment issues? this is the boys issue. before the ring and the date, we were good. i was even anxious to get engaged. then once engaged, Mr. Fiance suggested a long engagement, but no -i would have none of it. However, my better sense got the better of me and we will have an almost two year engagement.
not someday, as in, oh, before i turn 97. but on a fixed date, with a determined man.
this is terrifying.
ask me why. i'm wearing a shiny 1.5 carat princess cut platinum ring. I'm living in an upscale condo outside DC with our two adorable dogs. suburbia is scaring the isht out of me. the tamed domestication of marriage is not something i ever thought i'd dread or grow to loathe. i never thought the security of always knowing someone will be there for you could possibly be a bad thing.
why am i the one with commitment issues? this is the boys issue. before the ring and the date, we were good. i was even anxious to get engaged. then once engaged, Mr. Fiance suggested a long engagement, but no -i would have none of it. However, my better sense got the better of me and we will have an almost two year engagement.
8.25.2006
Dedication
things like this just make me happy. that someone was this much in love with their engine that they spent the time and money to make it insane. you have to admire the dedication; thats some serious follow through.
Gun racks and Bumper stickers
sometimes i hate living here.
bear with me. i'm having a negative evening goddamnit. foresaking all my friends, family, and comfy little local hangouts for this disneyland of stripmalls and perfectly manicured 'common areas' is my own personal hell sometimes.
Being 'special' -according to good ol' mom- is something of a disadvantage in this land. i have yet to find good friends i would call if ever in need down here. i have yet to feel i belong anywhere down here. maybe this girl just wasn't meant for the south. or is it this pseudonorthern area thats to blame? i bet the real south probably isn't that bad. but here, where every other car is a BMW, every other head has an earpiece plugged into it, every other handshake has acrylic french tips dangling off limp fingers, things are rarely true. the south has that midwestern reputation to uphold. hearty, easy, down-homey types. well those types aren't here. no 1984 Nissan trucks with gun racks in the back and '40 isn't old if you're a tree' bumperstickers mingling with these mercedes so shiny new they don't even have license plates on them.
the other problem i'd like to kvetch about is thanks to my no grrreat friends down here situation, i find the only person i go out with is my man. this is nice, this is fabulous. but when it's not nice and/or fabulous, it down right sucks. take tonight for example. long week at work (like a how-on-earth-did-they-squeeze-70-hours-into-40-hours kind of week) and all i wanted was a frosty, fruity margerita (I have no idea how to spell that drink and don't ever plan to learn). but i walked in the door, promtly got in a fight with the future hubby, stormed upstairs and locked myself in the bedroom, taking the dogs with me.
so much for that drink.
bear with me. i'm having a negative evening goddamnit. foresaking all my friends, family, and comfy little local hangouts for this disneyland of stripmalls and perfectly manicured 'common areas' is my own personal hell sometimes.
Being 'special' -according to good ol' mom- is something of a disadvantage in this land. i have yet to find good friends i would call if ever in need down here. i have yet to feel i belong anywhere down here. maybe this girl just wasn't meant for the south. or is it this pseudonorthern area thats to blame? i bet the real south probably isn't that bad. but here, where every other car is a BMW, every other head has an earpiece plugged into it, every other handshake has acrylic french tips dangling off limp fingers, things are rarely true. the south has that midwestern reputation to uphold. hearty, easy, down-homey types. well those types aren't here. no 1984 Nissan trucks with gun racks in the back and '40 isn't old if you're a tree' bumperstickers mingling with these mercedes so shiny new they don't even have license plates on them.
the other problem i'd like to kvetch about is thanks to my no grrreat friends down here situation, i find the only person i go out with is my man. this is nice, this is fabulous. but when it's not nice and/or fabulous, it down right sucks. take tonight for example. long week at work (like a how-on-earth-did-they-squeeze-70-hours-into-40-hours kind of week) and all i wanted was a frosty, fruity margerita (I have no idea how to spell that drink and don't ever plan to learn). but i walked in the door, promtly got in a fight with the future hubby, stormed upstairs and locked myself in the bedroom, taking the dogs with me.
so much for that drink.
8.22.2006
some kind of queen of mediocrity
sometimes i feel like i've accomplished nothing in my life.
i went to a great college, did ok.
i went to grad school -didn't graduate but got great marks.
i bartended.
i helped teach SCUBA classes.
i was a theater tech, stage manager, taught hockey players how to use power tools.
i assisted with invertebrate zoology labs.
i was social chair for a sorority.
i played rugby and managed to sprain both ankles.
but i didn't DO anything. what do i do now? work a lot. cook a lot. walk dogs. work some more. not sleep enough.
i need a hobby. or something.
if i were still in boston would i be doing things?
i went to a great college, did ok.
i went to grad school -didn't graduate but got great marks.
i bartended.
i helped teach SCUBA classes.
i was a theater tech, stage manager, taught hockey players how to use power tools.
i assisted with invertebrate zoology labs.
i was social chair for a sorority.
i played rugby and managed to sprain both ankles.
but i didn't DO anything. what do i do now? work a lot. cook a lot. walk dogs. work some more. not sleep enough.
i need a hobby. or something.
if i were still in boston would i be doing things?
8.19.2006
The masses are what now?
yes, all black people are loud.
yes, all jewish people are stingy.
yes, all italians are hairy.
yes, all blond girls are stupid.
yes, all mexicans are illegal.
yes, all pitbulls will bite you.
wait, who's stupid again?
yes, all jewish people are stingy.
yes, all italians are hairy.
yes, all blond girls are stupid.
yes, all mexicans are illegal.
yes, all pitbulls will bite you.
wait, who's stupid again?
8.17.2006
selling babies
thats right. we sold her.
she was just over a year old. beautiful, with a rosy complexion and like-new tread (despite our driving habits).
Does anyone else think that skips Crying Shame and goes straight on to Catastrophe? (Bonus points if you catch my obscure reference #2)
car junky in the making here. been in the making for years to be quite honest. dad had Fiats, Jags, prolly a Mustang or two -back in the day. an S2K now. i have a lovely little Acura RSX Type S. Love it, but needs new headers. possibly turbo or super charger. is it obvious that i have more reading to do?
8.16.2006
Ahh.. what beginnings...
Not the way i had planned to start. but it is what it is, and so, here it is.
got home from work and found that my coolest uncle ever had passed over. then received the necklace of St. Joe, patron saint of warriors (i'm told) who will watch over a boy i used to babysit (that's right) who will be heading off to Iraq to join other marines in kicking some foreign arse.
happy weekend to me. and to him i suppose.
BUT
life does not end there so lets clear our heads and try this again.
i have two lovely dogs. over the years, i've had a number of furry friends of varying species. Daisy, Lilly, AJ, Holly, Bubs, Stewart, Diesel, and my adoptive daughter Janie. Who doesn't love coming home to a wagging tail? makes things all right.
i think i need a bottle of wine. a nice spanish red perhaps.
got home from work and found that my coolest uncle ever had passed over. then received the necklace of St. Joe, patron saint of warriors (i'm told) who will watch over a boy i used to babysit (that's right) who will be heading off to Iraq to join other marines in kicking some foreign arse.
happy weekend to me. and to him i suppose.
BUT
life does not end there so lets clear our heads and try this again.
i have two lovely dogs. over the years, i've had a number of furry friends of varying species. Daisy, Lilly, AJ, Holly, Bubs, Stewart, Diesel, and my adoptive daughter Janie. Who doesn't love coming home to a wagging tail? makes things all right.i think i need a bottle of wine. a nice spanish red perhaps.
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