I'm making chicken soup again. I just want it to be very clear to the masses that I am dead serious and when I am not respected, shit goes down and you lose.
While I am doing this I will be enjoying the latest fun online music offering http://pandora.com/, brought to my attention by the ever resourceful and oh so cool (not to mention trendy as hell) T man. I'm a tough one to keep entertained but somehow he manages to stay abreast.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
GIRL POWER!!
A new finch was found through CL and I picked her up Sunday morning. I placed her next to the others in the small cage she came in. After watching her for a bit I realized she cannot fly! Yes, I have a broken finch. I believe it is due to the fact that she has been kept in such a tiny cage for so long. Fun Fact: Birds flight muscles deteriorate at a rapid pace. They must have the chance to fly or they lose the muscles needed to do so. This can happen in just a 24 hour span. This is just more proof that I am 100% correct in my collected knowledge of animals. Awesome.
A little background of the newest member that I have decided to name Bob. She started out with her daughter (a very cute white finch) and had to be rehomed. The next owner decided to place a male in with the mom daughter duo. Mom was pissed when her daughter and the new male decided to become a pair. She and the male battled long and hard. Her tail feathers (or lack there of) are proof of this. Sometimes, she would go into jealous fits of rage and trash their nest. It came down to the male winning and her sleeping at the bottom of the cage and generally being a malcontent. Can you hold any of this against her? I wouldn't want my daughter sleeping with some new guy right in front of my face! And when you're locked in some tiny room by a much larger force, it must be very frustrating. I mean, you and I can go for a walk, burn off some steam. She can only sit there and stew about the whole thing. Let alone the fact that she had her daughter all to herself before all this. Then she had no one. No one to hang out with, no one to practice flying with, no one to show her that she's still young enough to be attractive and loved. No one but me and two raucus males that is!! Freedom from that hellish cage and males waiting to have lots of sex! Does life get any better than this?! I think not! And once I figured out the whole flying issue, I moved her to a larger cage and placed anything enjoyable (nest, bath, etc.) up nice and high. The needs have been placed low but that will change once she's fluttering comfortably. Here's a nice little picture of the newest of the new on the floor of her bigger, better home.
Since I have read everything I can put my eyes on when related to finch care, I have two choices with the introduction to the new cage. I can either move everything around and strip all nests down so everyone has to claim new territory. I like this one as it gives me a chance to revamp the place and take more pictures for you. The other one is to send her in as a pair with another bird so she has a fighting chance with someone having her bath. I do need another female, it's true. Considering her past however, I think this is a lousy idea that could cause major controversy... The third solution (because I am a thinker that enjoys doing most of my contemplation outside of the box) is to simply let her and one of my males get all cosy in the smaller cage and when I put them back, switch with the last lonely male and do it again. :) This would give her a reason to fly and would make it less violent when everything is said and done. Don't get me wrong... I'm still ripping their place apart when I put them back in. It seems only fair. I am going to match her up with the little piebald guy since he's had it the worst and is easy to be pushed around (why pick someone that will fight back when she gets all bitter?). Besides, I have no idea which of the zebra finches is which. The next female might have a bit of a struggle if I still can't figure it out by then. Have faith! Both of the zebra finches are super aggressive and have no problem defending their bitches.
A little background of the newest member that I have decided to name Bob. She started out with her daughter (a very cute white finch) and had to be rehomed. The next owner decided to place a male in with the mom daughter duo. Mom was pissed when her daughter and the new male decided to become a pair. She and the male battled long and hard. Her tail feathers (or lack there of) are proof of this. Sometimes, she would go into jealous fits of rage and trash their nest. It came down to the male winning and her sleeping at the bottom of the cage and generally being a malcontent. Can you hold any of this against her? I wouldn't want my daughter sleeping with some new guy right in front of my face! And when you're locked in some tiny room by a much larger force, it must be very frustrating. I mean, you and I can go for a walk, burn off some steam. She can only sit there and stew about the whole thing. Let alone the fact that she had her daughter all to herself before all this. Then she had no one. No one to hang out with, no one to practice flying with, no one to show her that she's still young enough to be attractive and loved. No one but me and two raucus males that is!! Freedom from that hellish cage and males waiting to have lots of sex! Does life get any better than this?! I think not! And once I figured out the whole flying issue, I moved her to a larger cage and placed anything enjoyable (nest, bath, etc.) up nice and high. The needs have been placed low but that will change once she's fluttering comfortably. Here's a nice little picture of the newest of the new on the floor of her bigger, better home.
Since I have read everything I can put my eyes on when related to finch care, I have two choices with the introduction to the new cage. I can either move everything around and strip all nests down so everyone has to claim new territory. I like this one as it gives me a chance to revamp the place and take more pictures for you. The other one is to send her in as a pair with another bird so she has a fighting chance with someone having her bath. I do need another female, it's true. Considering her past however, I think this is a lousy idea that could cause major controversy... The third solution (because I am a thinker that enjoys doing most of my contemplation outside of the box) is to simply let her and one of my males get all cosy in the smaller cage and when I put them back, switch with the last lonely male and do it again. :) This would give her a reason to fly and would make it less violent when everything is said and done. Don't get me wrong... I'm still ripping their place apart when I put them back in. It seems only fair. I am going to match her up with the little piebald guy since he's had it the worst and is easy to be pushed around (why pick someone that will fight back when she gets all bitter?). Besides, I have no idea which of the zebra finches is which. The next female might have a bit of a struggle if I still can't figure it out by then. Have faith! Both of the zebra finches are super aggressive and have no problem defending their bitches.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Okay, the thought that kept racing through my head today, actually there was also a song mixed in there with the madness but that doesn't matter all that much. I always have a song going through my head. Everyone should have an entry song. You know, when you come into a room, the song starts playing. I like Smooth Criminal and sometimes I would like that one to be mine, other times, not so much. Maybe some James Brown or something like that. Anyway, I kept thinking that there should be one (just one, I'm not greedy) day a year that you should be able to pile drive people that block the intersection when you have the green light. You know the people and you know how much it bothers you, be honest. I've also come to the conclusion that when they don't acknowledge what they've done (the people that just stare straight ahead like they're on an empty desert highway with no reason to look around them because nothing is there anyway), you should be able to put it in reverse and hit them again just for a nice reminder that you do exhist and yes, there are other people on the road and some of them actually want to drive down the street you are blocking with your car because you are to stupid to realize you're not getting anywhere by doing that to begin with as the line of traffic still isn't moving, just like it wasn't the entire time you were in it! This could have turned into a downward thinking spiral but I know enough to keep myself busy and took pictures of the dogs piled into my truck when it happened. My truck was a little doggy clown car today. In the backseat: Melvyn (the fat boy golden), Ember (totally psychotic but trying very hard today as I had her leash in my hand just in case shit went down because of her) and Charlie (obviously he was the best behaved back there, need I say more?).
And in the front: Jimmy (so cool, so generous, so patient) and Coco (we're getting to the boots this girl rocks around town in) rode shotgun and Zoe rode shotgun floor.
Now don't get me wrong, it was tight but the backseat was in. When the backseat is taken out you can fit way more dogs in. I once fit Jim, Dugan, a newfoundland, a labrador and two westies. No joke. Just the newfie alone should get me some kind of credit with the size aspect. It's not like she jumped in all athletic like either... So as much as today took the cake and a lot of patience on Melvyn's part, it was smooth sailing.
Onto the next thing which I totally forgot about until I started downloading the pictures from my phone. Coco has boots (she's a princess and has an entire large drawer full of her clothes so the boots do not surprise me even slightly). Her boots are sparkly gold with little jingle bells on them. I love them and wish I had a pair so we could match and make everyone's day. I got a picture of these bad boy... girls and now they are here for your viewing pleasure.
I don't know what bothered her more, the fact that I was taking pictures, the fact that I was laughing while taking the pictures or the fact that she was wearing the boots to begin with. She was sullen but a good sport.
Oh, and just in case you are wondering, this is what all the ice looks like on the field down the street where I run the dogs at night.
Just a quick reminder that today is the day the training classes start. We are going without the dogs tonight. I am assuming (and making an ass out of you and me once again) this is so she can lay down the law and let us know where the line is so we don't cross it. That's how it usually feels to me anyway. For everyone else it will be an introduction of sorts. I might bring my camera and see if that is a newly made up line as of this evening.
And in the front: Jimmy (so cool, so generous, so patient) and Coco (we're getting to the boots this girl rocks around town in) rode shotgun and Zoe rode shotgun floor.
Now don't get me wrong, it was tight but the backseat was in. When the backseat is taken out you can fit way more dogs in. I once fit Jim, Dugan, a newfoundland, a labrador and two westies. No joke. Just the newfie alone should get me some kind of credit with the size aspect. It's not like she jumped in all athletic like either... So as much as today took the cake and a lot of patience on Melvyn's part, it was smooth sailing.
Onto the next thing which I totally forgot about until I started downloading the pictures from my phone. Coco has boots (she's a princess and has an entire large drawer full of her clothes so the boots do not surprise me even slightly). Her boots are sparkly gold with little jingle bells on them. I love them and wish I had a pair so we could match and make everyone's day. I got a picture of these bad boy... girls and now they are here for your viewing pleasure.
I don't know what bothered her more, the fact that I was taking pictures, the fact that I was laughing while taking the pictures or the fact that she was wearing the boots to begin with. She was sullen but a good sport.
Oh, and just in case you are wondering, this is what all the ice looks like on the field down the street where I run the dogs at night.
Just a quick reminder that today is the day the training classes start. We are going without the dogs tonight. I am assuming (and making an ass out of you and me once again) this is so she can lay down the law and let us know where the line is so we don't cross it. That's how it usually feels to me anyway. For everyone else it will be an introduction of sorts. I might bring my camera and see if that is a newly made up line as of this evening.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I'll cut my feet until my mom learns how to crochet...
First off I want to say that Jimmy is winning the contest due to everyone that is helping (even if it is grudgingly at this point). So I want to thank everyone for a job well done. I really hope he wins as it will defy the whole human aspect of it. Just in case you have no idea what I am talking about I will help you out. It is a contest Celibate Sexaholic is having on his myspace page. You have to write "Celibate Sexaholic" somewhere on you that is sexy. Needless to say, all of Jim is pretty hot (in a dogs world) but since this is a contest for humans (until we stepped in, maybe next time he'll make better rules eh?) we opted for a more human sexy body part. To win, you have to have the most comments under the picture you entered. Here's the entered picture:
I also took a full body shot and it's so hysterical I will share it. We didn't enter this one because he wanted to stay anonymous:
Yesterday we went to the Waverley dog park with all the dogs we usually take to the woods. We skipped the woods due to the sheet of ice we now walk upon. Breaking my leg in the middle of the woods (not to mention falling off the bridge we have to cross) with a pack of dogs running loose just didn't sound like all that fun of a time. Once at the park some other people showed up with their dogs. One woman was out of her mind and TALKED WITH A SUPER LOUD VOICE ABOUT HER DOG RUSTY AND JUST KEPT TALKING EVEN IF YOU WALKED AWAY. At one point someone saw there was blood on the snow. When at a dog park, when you see blood you must announce it to whichever dog owner is closest. The word will be spread until someone knows where it is flowing from. Jim has sensitive feet and sometimes they are cut a little on ice and snow. I said that could be it, which leads to a talk about dog boots. I tell them it's tough finding a pair of dog boots that a.) stay on the feet and b.) don't wear out after walking on cement for five minutes. The crazed woman turns and says, "YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO CROCHET!!". I agreed wholeheartedly. Nough said.
Today I have this quote going through my head over and over. I'm wondering if blogging the things going about my brain full throttle will help them stop? Well see. Anyway, this is one of my favorite quotes ever:
You cannot play with the animal within you without becoming wholly animal, play with falsehood without forfeiting your right to truth, play with cruelty without losing your sensitivity of mind. He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn't reserve a plot for weeds.
I am going to find a way to take my favorite quotes and make them art. I don't know when and I don't know how they'll come out but this is something I have always wanted to do. I'm crafty so whatever I do will be fantastic.
I also took a full body shot and it's so hysterical I will share it. We didn't enter this one because he wanted to stay anonymous:
Yesterday we went to the Waverley dog park with all the dogs we usually take to the woods. We skipped the woods due to the sheet of ice we now walk upon. Breaking my leg in the middle of the woods (not to mention falling off the bridge we have to cross) with a pack of dogs running loose just didn't sound like all that fun of a time. Once at the park some other people showed up with their dogs. One woman was out of her mind and TALKED WITH A SUPER LOUD VOICE ABOUT HER DOG RUSTY AND JUST KEPT TALKING EVEN IF YOU WALKED AWAY. At one point someone saw there was blood on the snow. When at a dog park, when you see blood you must announce it to whichever dog owner is closest. The word will be spread until someone knows where it is flowing from. Jim has sensitive feet and sometimes they are cut a little on ice and snow. I said that could be it, which leads to a talk about dog boots. I tell them it's tough finding a pair of dog boots that a.) stay on the feet and b.) don't wear out after walking on cement for five minutes. The crazed woman turns and says, "YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO CROCHET!!". I agreed wholeheartedly. Nough said.
Today I have this quote going through my head over and over. I'm wondering if blogging the things going about my brain full throttle will help them stop? Well see. Anyway, this is one of my favorite quotes ever:
You cannot play with the animal within you without becoming wholly animal, play with falsehood without forfeiting your right to truth, play with cruelty without losing your sensitivity of mind. He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn't reserve a plot for weeds.
I am going to find a way to take my favorite quotes and make them art. I don't know when and I don't know how they'll come out but this is something I have always wanted to do. I'm crafty so whatever I do will be fantastic.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Taking strangers to the woods... power lines... the likes.
Yesterday was family day. Every Sunday is. I like it that way. I usually run the dog at *cough cough ahem* (it's a secret. I don't want other dog owners finding out about it and ruining it for me) but since L is still under the weather I took her straight to the house and then went off with the dogs from there. The places we frequent were stuffed full of people and their ::gulp:: children so I came up with the idea of the power lines. Good thinking, per usual. We started out on the trails in the woods (not so good thinking with the uneven terrain and ice build up) which was thrilling but dangerous (especially for the Ted because I almost fell on him). I came back along the powerlines. It was electric and full of excitement. The boys had a blast and I got some decent pictures...
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This morning was a gamble that turned into an acceptable adventure as well. After reading a decent CL rant from some guy that couldn't figure out why chicks aren't attracted to him I decided to help him figure out why. We emailed and IMed and since he didn't seem creepy and I had today off I invited him to the woods with me and the dogs. I scooped him up at 9:30 this morning and we headed off to *cough cough* so the dogs could run free and I could analyze the situation. It was FREEZING as it's right next to the ocean (and the middle of February). E brought his camera (he takes a fantastic picture!!) but it was a no go considering the whole fingers numb with frost bite thing. Next time. Anyway, I told him my observations and I guess I am going to be hearing his observations of me once he can put them to words. I'm guessing he's so overwhelmed with the overall experience that he's having a hard time thinking. I have that effect on people. I think today was a smash hit due to the fact that I am still alive AND have another adoring fan. :)
EXCITING UPDATE!!
I have been given permission to post the rant I responded to on CL! YAY!! A huge nice smelling thanks to E for having rage issues he releases comfortably online (and also for not being a total pussy by allowing me to post this on my blog) as you all now have the missing piece of the puzzle. Since rage about relationships and society is always something I will support, it does me good to see it here. A beautiful addition to an equally as beautiful blog. ::sigh:: Also, before you read the rant, I just want you to know I will be hanging out with E again as he's not what you'd think after reading this hate filled post. :) Enjoy. I know I did.
Ladies: I can not figure out what is wrong with me
Reply to: pers-280435807@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-02-17, 9:15PM EST
I'm completely at the end of my rope so i'm just going to lay it all out here and be completely and anonymously honest.
I'm 26 and I've never had a real girlfriend or a long term relationship. Sure, I've dated. I periodically end up going out with some girl i meet somewhere, typically once a year, for about two weeks. The longest relationship I ever had was 6 months in highschool. I've gotten to the point where I'm honestly loosing my mind. I can not, for the life of me, figure out what it is that makes me so unattractive. And to be completely honest, I just can't imagine living the rest of my life like this.
Obviously I'm lonely, both physically and emotionally. But it's a lot deeper than that. I think back on the last few years and all the time i've spent alone and I wonder if people are really supposed to live like that. I feel like my life has been completely wasted.
And WHY? I can't figure out WHY! There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fucking smart, motivated, and for god's sake I'm funny. And no, I'm not taking about the kind of 'funny' that you think your boyfriend is. I'm talking about the kind of funny that is forged from a lifetime of desperation and heartache. Your boyfriend is not funny; He's always had a girlfriend and he somehow, fundamentally, relates to society. (and no i don't give a shit about correct punctuation so stop asking)
But you women are just not interested. It's like you're all only interested in Joe Fuckface with his bullshit faux sincerity and boring corporate job OR Mr quiet angry artist who's only moderately talented but over compensates by being quasi anti-establishment and psudo emotionally detached. And quite frankly I'm fucking sick of it.
So I find myself wedged into some kind of attractiveness limbo, like those motherfuckers at the end of superman 2. I don't fit some kind of 'type' I guess, and so what am i supposed to do? Where am i supposed to go?
I do, I blame myself. I've tried to come to grips with my situation in my mind by rationalizing that there is a such thing as fate or destiny. I've rationalized that the only way to explain this is to understand that some people are meant to love other people during their life, they're just meant to. And other people like myself have been born into a life without it. I can only believe that there is a force greater than myself which has destined me to live this life alone for as long as I can bare it.
I say this because without meaningful relationships, without someone who I can be with physically or emotionally, the rest of the word seems stale. You can live off of crackers, but would that really be living?
Most of you spoiled, self-centered bitches out there who may or may not read this probably don't get it. Well, here's a little thought experiment for you. Remove every relationship you've ever had from your life. Every boyfriend, every crush, all the good feelings and self confidence you've gotten from the people you've shared your life with... remove it. Picture your life without ever knowing what it's like to have somebody love you back. Got it? Can you picture that? Of course you can't. You will never know what that's like. You know why? Because you've never had to work for it. It's been given to you. Like that fucking trust fund kid who doesn't have to work, you're soft and spoon fed and you truly, truly have no appreciation for what it means to really connect with another person. To you, it's easy. easy.
Yea, I'm angry about it. I go out and I see regular people who don't seem to have any problem getting a date or finding a girlfriend. I keep asking myself how do they do it? Where do they meet these people? Just on the street? I don't fucking get it. I just don't fucking get it. I don't get how it's so easy for you to find another person. I'm attracted to lots of people, but I can't ever, ever find the one who's attracted back. I'm completely, absolutely at a loss. I have nothing left. zero. I'm just totally on empty. and i don't get it.
This morning was a gamble that turned into an acceptable adventure as well. After reading a decent CL rant from some guy that couldn't figure out why chicks aren't attracted to him I decided to help him figure out why. We emailed and IMed and since he didn't seem creepy and I had today off I invited him to the woods with me and the dogs. I scooped him up at 9:30 this morning and we headed off to *cough cough* so the dogs could run free and I could analyze the situation. It was FREEZING as it's right next to the ocean (and the middle of February). E brought his camera (he takes a fantastic picture!!) but it was a no go considering the whole fingers numb with frost bite thing. Next time. Anyway, I told him my observations and I guess I am going to be hearing his observations of me once he can put them to words. I'm guessing he's so overwhelmed with the overall experience that he's having a hard time thinking. I have that effect on people. I think today was a smash hit due to the fact that I am still alive AND have another adoring fan. :)
EXCITING UPDATE!!
I have been given permission to post the rant I responded to on CL! YAY!! A huge nice smelling thanks to E for having rage issues he releases comfortably online (and also for not being a total pussy by allowing me to post this on my blog) as you all now have the missing piece of the puzzle. Since rage about relationships and society is always something I will support, it does me good to see it here. A beautiful addition to an equally as beautiful blog. ::sigh:: Also, before you read the rant, I just want you to know I will be hanging out with E again as he's not what you'd think after reading this hate filled post. :) Enjoy. I know I did.
Ladies: I can not figure out what is wrong with me
Reply to: pers-280435807@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-02-17, 9:15PM EST
I'm completely at the end of my rope so i'm just going to lay it all out here and be completely and anonymously honest.
I'm 26 and I've never had a real girlfriend or a long term relationship. Sure, I've dated. I periodically end up going out with some girl i meet somewhere, typically once a year, for about two weeks. The longest relationship I ever had was 6 months in highschool. I've gotten to the point where I'm honestly loosing my mind. I can not, for the life of me, figure out what it is that makes me so unattractive. And to be completely honest, I just can't imagine living the rest of my life like this.
Obviously I'm lonely, both physically and emotionally. But it's a lot deeper than that. I think back on the last few years and all the time i've spent alone and I wonder if people are really supposed to live like that. I feel like my life has been completely wasted.
And WHY? I can't figure out WHY! There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fucking smart, motivated, and for god's sake I'm funny. And no, I'm not taking about the kind of 'funny' that you think your boyfriend is. I'm talking about the kind of funny that is forged from a lifetime of desperation and heartache. Your boyfriend is not funny; He's always had a girlfriend and he somehow, fundamentally, relates to society. (and no i don't give a shit about correct punctuation so stop asking)
But you women are just not interested. It's like you're all only interested in Joe Fuckface with his bullshit faux sincerity and boring corporate job OR Mr quiet angry artist who's only moderately talented but over compensates by being quasi anti-establishment and psudo emotionally detached. And quite frankly I'm fucking sick of it.
So I find myself wedged into some kind of attractiveness limbo, like those motherfuckers at the end of superman 2. I don't fit some kind of 'type' I guess, and so what am i supposed to do? Where am i supposed to go?
I do, I blame myself. I've tried to come to grips with my situation in my mind by rationalizing that there is a such thing as fate or destiny. I've rationalized that the only way to explain this is to understand that some people are meant to love other people during their life, they're just meant to. And other people like myself have been born into a life without it. I can only believe that there is a force greater than myself which has destined me to live this life alone for as long as I can bare it.
I say this because without meaningful relationships, without someone who I can be with physically or emotionally, the rest of the word seems stale. You can live off of crackers, but would that really be living?
Most of you spoiled, self-centered bitches out there who may or may not read this probably don't get it. Well, here's a little thought experiment for you. Remove every relationship you've ever had from your life. Every boyfriend, every crush, all the good feelings and self confidence you've gotten from the people you've shared your life with... remove it. Picture your life without ever knowing what it's like to have somebody love you back. Got it? Can you picture that? Of course you can't. You will never know what that's like. You know why? Because you've never had to work for it. It's been given to you. Like that fucking trust fund kid who doesn't have to work, you're soft and spoon fed and you truly, truly have no appreciation for what it means to really connect with another person. To you, it's easy. easy.
Yea, I'm angry about it. I go out and I see regular people who don't seem to have any problem getting a date or finding a girlfriend. I keep asking myself how do they do it? Where do they meet these people? Just on the street? I don't fucking get it. I just don't fucking get it. I don't get how it's so easy for you to find another person. I'm attracted to lots of people, but I can't ever, ever find the one who's attracted back. I'm completely, absolutely at a loss. I have nothing left. zero. I'm just totally on empty. and i don't get it.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Ice ice baby
Why I don't bring my camera to work is beyond me. Today the parking spaces I created were awesome. Granted they are actual spaces when there isn't a huge pile of ice blocking them. I laugh at ice banks while driving in my little truck HA HA HA!! I parked where ever I wanted to today because four wheel drive is like that. It ruled. Now walking around in that shit was an entirely different story. That was more slow and d e l i b e r a t e. The sheet of ice that is covering my world is BORING!! There is nothing to do when it's this easy to fall down when you leave the house. I don't want to go out because of the fact that it is treacherous. I'm not worried about me, I'm careful. Maybe less so when parking, but isn't that basically coming to a stop? How unsafe can one be when coming to a stop? Everyone around me is learning to drive again and not only is it eating into my schedule it also takes nasty bites out of my patience.
Here are some random photos that were taken. This first one is a button. I have three of them and they are going on my coat. I would rather not discuss what kind of coat it is. Lets just say once the buttons are on it is going to be far more offensive (to the people that take offense) than it was before.
This next one is something I did for my favorite myspace blogs http://www.myspace.com/celibatesexaholic It's a more than decent blog and he asked his female readers to send in a picture of themselves with the words "celibate sexaholic" on them somewhere sexy without showing to much. Well, most of the pictures were pretty skank and I wanted to kick it up a notch so I sent in this one:
I also recommend you read the blogs because they are fucking hysterical and worth it.
I want to show everyone what the flash of a camera does to Charlie. It has very little to do with justice. Being as bored as I am, I figured this one out today while torturing the dogs with the camera. I didn't do the fashion show as I became neurotic and thought I should run the clothing through the wash before posting it online as a fashion show of types. Anyway... with flash
and without flash (am I the only one that thinks this is a far better picture even if a little hazy?)
Tall dark stranger:
And last but not least here's a little cutie pie curled up on the couch trying to forget how cold it was today.
It's the lip that gets me...
That's all I have. Drive fast.
Here are some random photos that were taken. This first one is a button. I have three of them and they are going on my coat. I would rather not discuss what kind of coat it is. Lets just say once the buttons are on it is going to be far more offensive (to the people that take offense) than it was before.
This next one is something I did for my favorite myspace blogs http://www.myspace.com/celibatesexaholic It's a more than decent blog and he asked his female readers to send in a picture of themselves with the words "celibate sexaholic" on them somewhere sexy without showing to much. Well, most of the pictures were pretty skank and I wanted to kick it up a notch so I sent in this one:
I also recommend you read the blogs because they are fucking hysterical and worth it.
I want to show everyone what the flash of a camera does to Charlie. It has very little to do with justice. Being as bored as I am, I figured this one out today while torturing the dogs with the camera. I didn't do the fashion show as I became neurotic and thought I should run the clothing through the wash before posting it online as a fashion show of types. Anyway... with flash
and without flash (am I the only one that thinks this is a far better picture even if a little hazy?)
Tall dark stranger:
And last but not least here's a little cutie pie curled up on the couch trying to forget how cold it was today.
It's the lip that gets me...
That's all I have. Drive fast.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Specified Love Holiday
Here it is! V Day. *sigh* I am rocking this holiday solo and I can't get enough of it. Considering the volatile and treacherous weather outside, I am pumped about staying home with myself. I love myself to an abnormal degree so this really works out well.
Today I found out my suit is not, I repeat, not waterproof. That's a serious bummer in itself since I think I might have to walk all the way across the street to wash and dry it. If it shrinks I am going to turn into a fucking maniac and make everyone around me suffer for my loss. Hey, fair's fair. I'm always so level headed (in a fucked up aggressive/aggressive nonconfrontational kind of way) that I think I deserve some good down home freak out time. :) I'll tell you how it goes.
Today I found out my suit is not, I repeat, not waterproof. That's a serious bummer in itself since I think I might have to walk all the way across the street to wash and dry it. If it shrinks I am going to turn into a fucking maniac and make everyone around me suffer for my loss. Hey, fair's fair. I'm always so level headed (in a fucked up aggressive/aggressive nonconfrontational kind of way) that I think I deserve some good down home freak out time. :) I'll tell you how it goes.
Monday, February 12, 2007
I don't feel so tiny anymore
So the Bob's nails have been clipped and I took it worse than them. *huge sigh of relief* One of the little guys got away. Twice. In so many words, he got a healthy dose of freedom. I hope he doesn't get any ideas...
Since they went through such a tough time I then cleaned their cage and I am about to fill the bath water. They also get some new tasty food and millet spray. If that doesn't make it worth it, nothing will. After that I'm going to make it so my fish don't drown in air any time soon (and they will soon if I don't hurry the hell up). But I thought you would like to see the recordings of snip time. It was only me so they are not the best pictures. However, I just want to congratulate myself on a job well done. Catching, snipping and snapping pictures to boot. It took less time than I thought since two birds are missing one toe.
Oh yes, the other morning I found two eggs at the bottom of the cage. I put them in my pocket to show M (only the best dog walker in town) later that morning when we met up and joined forces. Word to the wise: Don't keep little tiny eggs in your pocket and then forget about them for even a second. Of course they mashed in my pocket. It was sad and gross all at the same time. Anyway, as I was wiping the booger like substance from my pocket I noticed one of the snots was larger. It was. It also wasn't just a snot. It was a little fetus. So things are happening in that bird dwelling after all. Apparently after it happens and grows a little it is then flung from the nest.
Onward.
Here's the net I used to catch the freakishly fast little fuckers. Yes, it's a fish net. PetCo doesn't have anything to catch birds in. They have this makeshift net they made to catch their birds. In fact, the cashier commented on my owning fish and I told him it was to catch my birds and his eyes lit up and he proclaimed what a good idea it was. I of course told him I know. And since it was my own brilliant idea, it worked splendidly...
I used my own boring nail clippers:
Last but not least in the tools needed department we have a bic lighter. I did not want to use this, but I did quick one tiny nail and used the lighter to stop the bleeding. I read it is the fastest and best way to stop the bleeding. It freaked me out big time, but it sure as hell stopped the bleeding.
All right, now in order... The bird caught in the net:
Bird all most out of the net and in hand (peeling their little teeny feet open and off of the net was mind numbing):
Bird in hand:
Bird in hand with feet in clipping position:
Bottom view of feet:
Side view of feet. You can see the nails in this one. Top nails have been clipped, bottom needs it still (they were long man!):
Mission accomplished! I'm off to save the fish world and just generally be an awesome person. :)
Since they went through such a tough time I then cleaned their cage and I am about to fill the bath water. They also get some new tasty food and millet spray. If that doesn't make it worth it, nothing will. After that I'm going to make it so my fish don't drown in air any time soon (and they will soon if I don't hurry the hell up). But I thought you would like to see the recordings of snip time. It was only me so they are not the best pictures. However, I just want to congratulate myself on a job well done. Catching, snipping and snapping pictures to boot. It took less time than I thought since two birds are missing one toe.
Oh yes, the other morning I found two eggs at the bottom of the cage. I put them in my pocket to show M (only the best dog walker in town) later that morning when we met up and joined forces. Word to the wise: Don't keep little tiny eggs in your pocket and then forget about them for even a second. Of course they mashed in my pocket. It was sad and gross all at the same time. Anyway, as I was wiping the booger like substance from my pocket I noticed one of the snots was larger. It was. It also wasn't just a snot. It was a little fetus. So things are happening in that bird dwelling after all. Apparently after it happens and grows a little it is then flung from the nest.
Onward.
Here's the net I used to catch the freakishly fast little fuckers. Yes, it's a fish net. PetCo doesn't have anything to catch birds in. They have this makeshift net they made to catch their birds. In fact, the cashier commented on my owning fish and I told him it was to catch my birds and his eyes lit up and he proclaimed what a good idea it was. I of course told him I know. And since it was my own brilliant idea, it worked splendidly...
I used my own boring nail clippers:
Last but not least in the tools needed department we have a bic lighter. I did not want to use this, but I did quick one tiny nail and used the lighter to stop the bleeding. I read it is the fastest and best way to stop the bleeding. It freaked me out big time, but it sure as hell stopped the bleeding.
All right, now in order... The bird caught in the net:
Bird all most out of the net and in hand (peeling their little teeny feet open and off of the net was mind numbing):
Bird in hand:
Bird in hand with feet in clipping position:
Bottom view of feet:
Side view of feet. You can see the nails in this one. Top nails have been clipped, bottom needs it still (they were long man!):
Mission accomplished! I'm off to save the fish world and just generally be an awesome person. :)
Friday, February 9, 2007
Let it build inside you until you burst
As a crazy pet person I feel obliged to have at least one thing on my blog about the pet overpopulation issue. I like this one, it's not totally overboard and has decent quotes. Also, I have always gotten a kick out of Moby.
I once heard the most excellent thing said about animals ending up at the shelter: "They didn't meet your [the owners] standards". Simplifies the whole thing very well wouldn't you say? Just feel sad and move on. If you can do something, do it. If you cannot do anything it's because you aren't trying hard enough. I'm kidding. No I'm not. I am, I am. Maybe a little. Lazy.
I once heard the most excellent thing said about animals ending up at the shelter: "They didn't meet your [the owners] standards". Simplifies the whole thing very well wouldn't you say? Just feel sad and move on. If you can do something, do it. If you cannot do anything it's because you aren't trying hard enough. I'm kidding. No I'm not. I am, I am. Maybe a little. Lazy.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Of dogs and birds
After work today I took the boys to Sheepfold for a well needed and deserved run. Jimmy was spectacular in the behavior department and Charlie got a bath & trim (this is the filthiest dog I have ever met). If that doesn't equal needed physical release, I don't know what does. I love the woods in the winter after it has snowed a wee bit. The stark contrast of the trees against the white background fills a void in me. Needless to say we had a blast.
The super good news of the night is that Charlie stayed home without any people tonight for the first time since coming to live with us. Everything was intact when we got back so that's a plus. The destruction he left behind in his first home was astounding so I was a little worried to say the least. But he proved he can handle it. He had Jimmy with him, and Jim is a rock so he had a good leader.
The egg Malcolm has been sitting on is undoubtedly a dud. Seriously, how long has it been? I don't know who laid it though and I am under the assumption there could be another female in there. She's not letting on so it's anyone's guess which one it is. Probably one of the Bob's. Could be Malcolm though. I don't know whether to just take the egg away or not. It's so pitiful watching Malcolm and Bob share the "duty" of sitting on a dud egg. Makes me kind of sad in a way. I still have to catch the Bob's to clip their nails and I might attempt it tonight. Wish me luck. If I do it, I'll blog it and you'll get the entire experience. I'll have L take the pictures while I attempt not to break bones and quick nails. I think I am going to hold a pillow case right up to the hole of the nest. That should do the trick without any contraptions. Maybe I'll go give it a shot and then give them new bath water. They love taking baths and it might take the sting out of me tricking, trapping and man handling them. I know a bath always helps me feel tons better. The real question is whether I should give them some of my shimmer bubble bath? They'd probably like it because they're into shiny things.
The super good news of the night is that Charlie stayed home without any people tonight for the first time since coming to live with us. Everything was intact when we got back so that's a plus. The destruction he left behind in his first home was astounding so I was a little worried to say the least. But he proved he can handle it. He had Jimmy with him, and Jim is a rock so he had a good leader.
The egg Malcolm has been sitting on is undoubtedly a dud. Seriously, how long has it been? I don't know who laid it though and I am under the assumption there could be another female in there. She's not letting on so it's anyone's guess which one it is. Probably one of the Bob's. Could be Malcolm though. I don't know whether to just take the egg away or not. It's so pitiful watching Malcolm and Bob share the "duty" of sitting on a dud egg. Makes me kind of sad in a way. I still have to catch the Bob's to clip their nails and I might attempt it tonight. Wish me luck. If I do it, I'll blog it and you'll get the entire experience. I'll have L take the pictures while I attempt not to break bones and quick nails. I think I am going to hold a pillow case right up to the hole of the nest. That should do the trick without any contraptions. Maybe I'll go give it a shot and then give them new bath water. They love taking baths and it might take the sting out of me tricking, trapping and man handling them. I know a bath always helps me feel tons better. The real question is whether I should give them some of my shimmer bubble bath? They'd probably like it because they're into shiny things.
Friday, February 2, 2007
V Day rant and moving
I can't decide what I hate more, Valentines Day or the people who have turned it into a relationship essential. I don't even know what to do with a little overpriced red stuffed heart, I honestly don't. I also have a hard time appreciating these gifts knowing they are given because they should be. Like some specified corporate whore holiday gift/dinner is going to strengthen the love and trust that builds the rock solid foundation of my relationship. How insulting can it get? Why have people (literally) bought this lie? Why is this "holiday" so crutial? I would rather be surprised on some random day with some random kindness than suffer through some day that has been imposed upon me by someone I have never met. Who thought this up? Whoever it was, they are fucking brilliant and probably died filthy rich. I hope they were hit and killed by something big red and meaningless while laughing their way to the bank. Clearly I shouldn't leave the house during this time as it so obviously further aggravates my loathing when concerning mankinds bleating ways. But staying in isn't something I can easily accomplish and self control isn't exactly something I have a grip on so I guess I'll just have to stew and despise. I'm proving to be excellent at both, don't you think?
Onward and upward I suppose. We are moving. I have decided to move every year until I can buy a home that I want to stay in. Why the hell not? Nah, that's not true, but I will be moving again shortly. When I leave here I am taking my sister, two dogs, two fish and eight birds with me. I might consider bringing the furniture and stuff as well. It should be interesting at the very least. I'm looking forward to it. Heaven would be finding a garden level (garden! Not basement!!! F!!!!) or first story home with a fenced yard and private entrance. Since I am so sick of renting I want this to be the year I get my shit together enough to finally buy a home. That way all my little furry/feathery/scaly friends will finally have stabilty and the smaller ones don't have to face the fear of death when regarding moving in cold weather over and over again. Anything for the little ones. I also have a longing to sit on myporch at my home drinking my coffee while pouring over the latest thing I want my brain to consume. Possession issues don't fare well when renting...
Jimmy has now moved five times while in my care. I am so glad he doesn't have to go to school and such because he would have so much baggage by now it would be ridiculous. I think he's going to do well with the move. He always does. Charlie. I'm hoping Charlie is all right considering that he left his first home (where he was psychotic and wanting) to join T at his home until it was decided he was staying with me forever and then he came here. That's sort of like moving, isn't it? He'll be fine. If there's one thing I know about Charlie it's that he's in no matter what. He's totally thrilled to do anything at any time. Totally and utterly thrilled. It doesn't get old either so that's a blessing.
I'm pictureless. I hate that. I'm so lazy with the photographs when it's winter. Maybe I'll make a nice back drop and start dressing up the pets and making them put on plays. It's more likely I will continue to sit on the couch and pour over apartment listings but at least I am thinking in a creative, productive manner. That totally works for me.
Here's an one to hold you over until I am back to snapping:
Onward and upward I suppose. We are moving. I have decided to move every year until I can buy a home that I want to stay in. Why the hell not? Nah, that's not true, but I will be moving again shortly. When I leave here I am taking my sister, two dogs, two fish and eight birds with me. I might consider bringing the furniture and stuff as well. It should be interesting at the very least. I'm looking forward to it. Heaven would be finding a garden level (garden! Not basement!!! F!!!!) or first story home with a fenced yard and private entrance. Since I am so sick of renting I want this to be the year I get my shit together enough to finally buy a home. That way all my little furry/feathery/scaly friends will finally have stabilty and the smaller ones don't have to face the fear of death when regarding moving in cold weather over and over again. Anything for the little ones. I also have a longing to sit on myporch at my home drinking my coffee while pouring over the latest thing I want my brain to consume. Possession issues don't fare well when renting...
Jimmy has now moved five times while in my care. I am so glad he doesn't have to go to school and such because he would have so much baggage by now it would be ridiculous. I think he's going to do well with the move. He always does. Charlie. I'm hoping Charlie is all right considering that he left his first home (where he was psychotic and wanting) to join T at his home until it was decided he was staying with me forever and then he came here. That's sort of like moving, isn't it? He'll be fine. If there's one thing I know about Charlie it's that he's in no matter what. He's totally thrilled to do anything at any time. Totally and utterly thrilled. It doesn't get old either so that's a blessing.
I'm pictureless. I hate that. I'm so lazy with the photographs when it's winter. Maybe I'll make a nice back drop and start dressing up the pets and making them put on plays. It's more likely I will continue to sit on the couch and pour over apartment listings but at least I am thinking in a creative, productive manner. That totally works for me.
Here's an one to hold you over until I am back to snapping:
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Let the games begin!
Okay, exciting news here. I received the confirmation email that I will be starting training classes with Charlie (and Mike with Jim) on February 22. I'm pumped. I have never gone to training classes with anything. I am going to look for training classes for people next. Charlie should have his turn after all. It's only fair.
My goal is to have the best trained dogs around. This might mean threatening people at the training classes but I am up for the challenge. Just kidding. Kind of. I just hope we can get past the beginner classes. Are dogs "held back" a class if they don't pass? Wouldn't that be something?
My goal is to have the best trained dogs around. This might mean threatening people at the training classes but I am up for the challenge. Just kidding. Kind of. I just hope we can get past the beginner classes. Are dogs "held back" a class if they don't pass? Wouldn't that be something?
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