My beagle has decided to run for city commission. A few of the things on her platform:
She's really into clean air and clean water.
She's definitely against indoor smoking.
She would like to use her power for stricter enforcement of the current citywide ban on fireworks.
She's a big proponent of recycling, in fact, she regularly patrols both the litter box and the backyard for opportunities to "recycle".
She is excellent at door to door campaigning, any chance she gets, she travels the neighborhood and beyond with beagly howls of "hello".
She's talkative, she gets along with everyone.
She is a regular participant in her own neighborhood watch, particularly sitting on the top of the couch in the living room window.
She monitors the comings and goings of city workers, or at least the one that lives next door to us.
She would like to outlaw thunderstorms, and if that is not possible, enforce a public sick day that would keep her mommy at home with her under the covers when it thunders.
. . . . Random thoughts about nothing in particular, executed with alternating fits of bitchiness and/or sentimentality.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Dreams...
I take Ambien at night sometimes, and it gives me weird dreams if I am otherwise sleep disturbed. I've been pretty sick and having a lot of abdominal pain, so no surprise that I had weird dreams last night, plus I was sleeping in a strange bed.
Having been sick all day yesterday, I cancelled my plans to have dinner downtown with my friend Beau, who is in the States visiting for a month this summer on break from his job teaching in Madagascar. Rather than miss out on seeing him, I invited him to Scott's house, since T is out of town and Scott has seemed bored all week without her anyway. Plus their house is roomy and clean, opposed to my tiny hovel of filth. Becky joined us, and we ordered Yello Subs and had a lovely evening chatting and catching up. I opted to stay over, because T has a huge jacuzzi style bathtub that was practically calling my name, and I haven't had a bath since March 16th. I remember this because I took a bath there the day before St. Pat's day so that I could shave my legs before being on the Queens for our own amusement float. Between the fact that I have a standing shower and the fact that I've been restricted off and on about bathing, I was really craving a bath. It was wonderful. Anyway, I slept in their guest room and had strange dreams all night.
The one dream that stands out the most is the one in which I had this "boyfriend", except that I didn't really like him. He was sort of not right mentally, and on top of that, he had an extra head growing out of his shoulder. It was small and malformed. More importantly, though, (at least in this dream) was the fact that he was insecure and clingy and mentally unstable. I took a bus to his trailer house where he lived with his mother and tried to break up with him, but he was having some type of breakdown so I had to pretend to be really happy to see him and when I hugged him, I had to try to land on the shoulder that didn't have the extra head. Finally his mother intervened and took him to another part of the house, at which point I ran outside, caught another bus, and moved on to a classical music concert at some church. I felt guilty the whole time, though.
I think I only remember my strangest dreams. I once had dream that I had sex with a ham. Seriously. Most people would be embarassed about such a dream, but I am fascinated, and have shared the tale of the ham/sex dream with most of my friends and a few strangers whose ears perked up because they were standing near us when we discussed it. It makes for a shocking "Well, I once dreamed..." story.
I claim no control over such dreams, and my waking fantasies certainly don't include pork products, usually. I am also hoping that my next boyfriend has only one head, and does not reside in a trailer with his mother.
Having been sick all day yesterday, I cancelled my plans to have dinner downtown with my friend Beau, who is in the States visiting for a month this summer on break from his job teaching in Madagascar. Rather than miss out on seeing him, I invited him to Scott's house, since T is out of town and Scott has seemed bored all week without her anyway. Plus their house is roomy and clean, opposed to my tiny hovel of filth. Becky joined us, and we ordered Yello Subs and had a lovely evening chatting and catching up. I opted to stay over, because T has a huge jacuzzi style bathtub that was practically calling my name, and I haven't had a bath since March 16th. I remember this because I took a bath there the day before St. Pat's day so that I could shave my legs before being on the Queens for our own amusement float. Between the fact that I have a standing shower and the fact that I've been restricted off and on about bathing, I was really craving a bath. It was wonderful. Anyway, I slept in their guest room and had strange dreams all night.
The one dream that stands out the most is the one in which I had this "boyfriend", except that I didn't really like him. He was sort of not right mentally, and on top of that, he had an extra head growing out of his shoulder. It was small and malformed. More importantly, though, (at least in this dream) was the fact that he was insecure and clingy and mentally unstable. I took a bus to his trailer house where he lived with his mother and tried to break up with him, but he was having some type of breakdown so I had to pretend to be really happy to see him and when I hugged him, I had to try to land on the shoulder that didn't have the extra head. Finally his mother intervened and took him to another part of the house, at which point I ran outside, caught another bus, and moved on to a classical music concert at some church. I felt guilty the whole time, though.
I think I only remember my strangest dreams. I once had dream that I had sex with a ham. Seriously. Most people would be embarassed about such a dream, but I am fascinated, and have shared the tale of the ham/sex dream with most of my friends and a few strangers whose ears perked up because they were standing near us when we discussed it. It makes for a shocking "Well, I once dreamed..." story.
I claim no control over such dreams, and my waking fantasies certainly don't include pork products, usually. I am also hoping that my next boyfriend has only one head, and does not reside in a trailer with his mother.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Birthdays...
What a fabulous birthday, even though it was planned and executed at the last minute, almost all of my dearest friends showed up to celebrate 36 with me! We had 15 at the Free state in the private room, and it was good fun and food. It meant a lot to me, and turned out to be an excellent birthday. I'll write more later, but thanks to everyone who showed up!!!!!!!
Monday, July 11, 2005
Money money money...
Wow! I just talked to Blue Cross/Blue Shield, because I need a new card... who knows where I've left my old one this time, it's gotten a lot of use lately. Anyhoo, my grand total (just in hospitalization) I don't think this counts a lot of radiology, tests, and medicines... $110,585. Wow, it's been an expensive couple of months. Thank god for insurance. We'd be having a lot of bake sales and car washes without it.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Grumpy Girl.
Well. Saturday night I went to the nearest grocery store, "Dirty Dillons", to pick up some fresh ginger and maalox to try to help me keep some food/water/meds down for once. I am still struggling with food and have lost 30 pounds since the beginning of May. I am happy that I have lost my second chin, but not too thrilled that I have lost a cup size in my bra. Seriously, I think I've become a B CUP!!!
Anyway, I hit the checkout lane with my stuff, including a cold 20 oz bottle of diet Sierra Mist for the ride home. The 12 year old working the register couldn't figure out the code for "Ginger" (4612), so I told her what it was...(I always look when I am buying only a few items in case I decide to hit the self-checkout lane, then I am prepared. don't laugh. I hate the grocery store.) The girl who was bagging my groceries caught my Sierra Mist as it rolled down the counter toward her, and handed it to me, asking "Do you want this out?" SHE obviously knew that I planned to drink it right away. I looked at both of them, looked at the Sierra Mist, and said... "Did you just roll that bottle all the way down the counter?" The 12 year old smirked and said, "Yeah."
So I put my reciept and change in my purse, moved it from the checkstand, and opened the Sierra Mist right there on the counter. Oh yeah... it sprayed everywhere. The bagger looked embarrassed and said "Oh, you can go get yourself another one." I just smiled and said "That's okay... I just didn't want a mess in my car." And I went home and threw up.
Anyway, I hit the checkout lane with my stuff, including a cold 20 oz bottle of diet Sierra Mist for the ride home. The 12 year old working the register couldn't figure out the code for "Ginger" (4612), so I told her what it was...(I always look when I am buying only a few items in case I decide to hit the self-checkout lane, then I am prepared. don't laugh. I hate the grocery store.) The girl who was bagging my groceries caught my Sierra Mist as it rolled down the counter toward her, and handed it to me, asking "Do you want this out?" SHE obviously knew that I planned to drink it right away. I looked at both of them, looked at the Sierra Mist, and said... "Did you just roll that bottle all the way down the counter?" The 12 year old smirked and said, "Yeah."
So I put my reciept and change in my purse, moved it from the checkstand, and opened the Sierra Mist right there on the counter. Oh yeah... it sprayed everywhere. The bagger looked embarrassed and said "Oh, you can go get yourself another one." I just smiled and said "That's okay... I just didn't want a mess in my car." And I went home and threw up.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Wooo Hoooo!!
Ahhhh... a trip to KU Med that was well worth it. I got rid of my drain and had it replaced with something much more manageable, so I can wear shorts, shower, swim, etc. I also got antibiotics for the infection and mucho relief from the pain!!!
I am so relieved and happy that they fixed me right up and sent me on my merry way today.
Some ASSHOLES who live near me have decided to shoot off some Friday night fireworks to celebrate. Seriously, I don't want to be a party pooper, but god DAMN I hate fireworks. Even more so since I have a beagle who thinks that climbing my head will keep her safe from the big booms. Poor dog.
I seriously thought about calling the police a while ago. I am turning in to the crochity old lady on the block who takes all the fun out of everything.
I am so relieved and happy that they fixed me right up and sent me on my merry way today.
Some ASSHOLES who live near me have decided to shoot off some Friday night fireworks to celebrate. Seriously, I don't want to be a party pooper, but god DAMN I hate fireworks. Even more so since I have a beagle who thinks that climbing my head will keep her safe from the big booms. Poor dog.
I seriously thought about calling the police a while ago. I am turning in to the crochity old lady on the block who takes all the fun out of everything.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Ick...
Well, I can't seem to get this infection under control, and no one here in Lawrence can either, so I am going over to KU Med for another (hopefully brief) visit. I asked Dr. Delcore to just shoot me today, and he said he would rather try IV antibiotics first.
In the past few days, the pain has been really awful, and I had to return the poor kitty to it's first owner. I just couldn't keep up with him... he was a wild thing. It breaks my heart, because he really was bonding with me, but he just would not slow down. He was goinggoinggoing all the time, and I can barely move, let alone keep up with that. Luckily, there were some others interested in him, so I am sure he'll have a better home than I was able to provide, at least for right now. I shouldn't have rushed into that decision.
In addition, I accidentally dumped all my email from 4th of July weekend on, so if you've tried to reach me, I am still here...just technologically challenged. I blame the fever. Beau, if you read this, call me on my cell so I know when you'll be in town exactly! I seriously hope that I'll only be at KU for a couple of days.
Hopefully I will be less reclusive and feeling up to more social interaction when I return, I apologize to those of you who I haven't talked to lately.
I'll have Scott update if I can't... later!
In the past few days, the pain has been really awful, and I had to return the poor kitty to it's first owner. I just couldn't keep up with him... he was a wild thing. It breaks my heart, because he really was bonding with me, but he just would not slow down. He was goinggoinggoing all the time, and I can barely move, let alone keep up with that. Luckily, there were some others interested in him, so I am sure he'll have a better home than I was able to provide, at least for right now. I shouldn't have rushed into that decision.
In addition, I accidentally dumped all my email from 4th of July weekend on, so if you've tried to reach me, I am still here...just technologically challenged. I blame the fever. Beau, if you read this, call me on my cell so I know when you'll be in town exactly! I seriously hope that I'll only be at KU for a couple of days.
Hopefully I will be less reclusive and feeling up to more social interaction when I return, I apologize to those of you who I haven't talked to lately.
I'll have Scott update if I can't... later!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Poor Nameless Kitty...
We seem to have a tie going right now between "Noodle" and "Gonzo"... Still waiting for more ideas and/or votes!
In the meanwhile, he gets called whatever seems appropriate at the moment.
Kitty love
Booger
Monster
Little Man
Ki ki ki ki ki!!!!
Baby
Mr. Whiskers
Little thang
Fucker
That last one was after a foray through some potted plants, dirt flying everywhere, and after he overturned a spider plant, he used the basket it was in to sharpen his little claws.
Which reminds me... in the big debate over the name, the inevitable question of "to de-claw or not to de-claw" will be coming soon, probably when he gets neutered. I don't know that I'll be taking votes on that one.
Anyway, Scott reminded me tonight that Sebastian was quite a handful the first year. Very demanding, active, and always in trouble. I am going to do some kitten proofing tomorrow and hope for the best. I always forget how much work they are when they are just babies. There's something to be said for adopting adult animals.
Luckily, he's just so dang cute.
In the meanwhile, he gets called whatever seems appropriate at the moment.
Kitty love
Booger
Monster
Little Man
Ki ki ki ki ki!!!!
Baby
Mr. Whiskers
Little thang
Fucker
That last one was after a foray through some potted plants, dirt flying everywhere, and after he overturned a spider plant, he used the basket it was in to sharpen his little claws.
Which reminds me... in the big debate over the name, the inevitable question of "to de-claw or not to de-claw" will be coming soon, probably when he gets neutered. I don't know that I'll be taking votes on that one.
Anyway, Scott reminded me tonight that Sebastian was quite a handful the first year. Very demanding, active, and always in trouble. I am going to do some kitten proofing tomorrow and hope for the best. I always forget how much work they are when they are just babies. There's something to be said for adopting adult animals.
Luckily, he's just so dang cute.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
A day not wasted...
I slept a good portion of today away, and was beating myself up for almost wasting a perfectly good holiday weekend day. Then Becky came and picked me up to go to a pool party that she said was lots of fun. We showed up and the food was gone and everyone was either drunk or tired. Yippee!
We decided to leave and headed downtown to the AA clubhouse on 9th street, which I was a little hesitant about. I thought it would be all nasty and icky and have a bunch of old drunks hanging around. It was actually very nice... there was a BBQ and a speaker. The speaker was this 80 year old guy who told fabulous stories about his time in the service in WWII, and subsequent years in New York and D.C. He lived a privileged life to some extent, grew to be quite a martini and scotch drinker, and then hooked up with AA in New York around 20 years ago and has been sober since. His story was interesting and I met some new people while eating and socializing before and after. And, as seems to be the case in a smallish community, I saw more people that I knew from the bars, as well.
All in all, not a scary place to hang out at all, and it was extra nice that neither the day, nor me, was wasted.
We decided to leave and headed downtown to the AA clubhouse on 9th street, which I was a little hesitant about. I thought it would be all nasty and icky and have a bunch of old drunks hanging around. It was actually very nice... there was a BBQ and a speaker. The speaker was this 80 year old guy who told fabulous stories about his time in the service in WWII, and subsequent years in New York and D.C. He lived a privileged life to some extent, grew to be quite a martini and scotch drinker, and then hooked up with AA in New York around 20 years ago and has been sober since. His story was interesting and I met some new people while eating and socializing before and after. And, as seems to be the case in a smallish community, I saw more people that I knew from the bars, as well.
All in all, not a scary place to hang out at all, and it was extra nice that neither the day, nor me, was wasted.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Kitty still has a bit of a feral streak in him, which makes him skittish as hell. He'll stand in the middle of the room and meow for attention, and when I approach him, he runs. Once caught, he's quite a love.
It's worrying me because I know that tendency to run is what is going to cause Emily to chase him, and I don't want to end up with another paranoid schizophrenic cat that lives in fear under the bed for years. Which, by the way, is what Clio is still doing. She hasn't met the new kitty yet, because I have him blockaded upstairs and she resides in the downstairs bedroom. Anyway, I am hoping that a few more days of limited dog time will help him to become more tame and less freaky.
It's been a great day, and looks to be a lovely 4th of July weekend. I know I am a big ol' party pooper, but I am grateful for the fireworks ban, as I (and the beagle) really hate fireworks that aren't big and pretty and in the sky, shot by professionals. Or drunk Jaycees. Whatever. As long as no one I know is blowing up a finger or putting out an eye, I am cool with it.
Megan came and catnapped with the kitty and me today... we have been tossing names around. My top favorites...
Thai Noodle ("Noodles") for short
Gonzo
Jaspurr
Vote now, it's free!
It's worrying me because I know that tendency to run is what is going to cause Emily to chase him, and I don't want to end up with another paranoid schizophrenic cat that lives in fear under the bed for years. Which, by the way, is what Clio is still doing. She hasn't met the new kitty yet, because I have him blockaded upstairs and she resides in the downstairs bedroom. Anyway, I am hoping that a few more days of limited dog time will help him to become more tame and less freaky.
It's been a great day, and looks to be a lovely 4th of July weekend. I know I am a big ol' party pooper, but I am grateful for the fireworks ban, as I (and the beagle) really hate fireworks that aren't big and pretty and in the sky, shot by professionals. Or drunk Jaycees. Whatever. As long as no one I know is blowing up a finger or putting out an eye, I am cool with it.
Megan came and catnapped with the kitty and me today... we have been tossing names around. My top favorites...
Thai Noodle ("Noodles") for short
Gonzo
Jaspurr
Vote now, it's free!
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