Julia Child died today. I am not big on cooking, but she was a crack up. I loved watching her and I loved that she lived for so long doing whatever she pleased. This is an excerpt from the article about her passing. Maybe it will be my new way of thinking.
As the trend toward healthy eating grew in recent years, Child accused "health experts" who advised cutting out rich foods like red meat and butter as "nutritional Nazis."
"I think these fake foods aren't worth eating," she said in 1992. "Either have the real thing and a little of it or have something else. I like real hamburgers and real meat, real butter. Eat everything. Have fun."
Friday, August 13, 2004
Not a donation
People, people, people, when you are tired of your dog and no longer want to care for it, and you call a rescue or shelter to have them take it off your hands, it is not called a "donation". When you call and say that you would like to "donate" your 12 year old dog, you are not giving us a gift, you are abandoning your responsibilities and going back on a commitment to care for that dog for it's lifetime. You have failed. I often wonder why people think that they can do a better job with kids when they can't even care for a dog or cat. But then, some people do leave their children behind bars in shopping carts so I guess people just suck.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Splish Splash
You gotta love puppies, even when they piss you off they are having so much fun doing it.
I picked up a 4 month old puppy to foster yesterday. He is a cute rascal. His mom is a Portuguese Water Dog and his dad is a Lab. He is an active, playful, cuddley little guy with big feet and a shaggy, wirey looking coat that is actually pretty soft. He is black and scruffy looking and his name is Teddy.
Teddy took right to my dogs, and he and my male dog TS decided it was great fun to run circles around the storage building. While I watered the plants my other dogs steared clear of the relay around the building and through the garage, then back around the buiding, etc. When he was tired he came right over and plopped down in the runoff of water from the plants. Thinking he might be thirsty I showed him where the dog waterer was, silly me. He stepped right in and helped himself to a big drink and a big play, then went over and flopped down in the dirt. Uhg. Dirty puppy. Dirty, wet puppy. Oh well, the pet fair isn't until Saturday.
I went back to taking care of things in the garage and around the yard. It was getting late but the boys didn't seem to be slowing down. If anything the trips around and through seemed to have increased in speed. I just happened to glance out at the deck, and wondered how it had gotten so wet...when it dawned on me that Teddy could not have gotten in to that much water from the water bowl. Oh no, he had to have cleared the 3 foot high wall that encloses the fish pond. Sure enough, the ground was soaked, the mallard decoy was askew, and the fish were not pleased.
I wanted to get mad, but it was done and he wouldn't understand anyway. Besides, he looked so happy to have found such a grand source of water. He was, afterall, made for water. Between those 2 parents he could probably smell water 100 miles away. And his natural instinct would make it as hard to keep him out of water as it would to keep a beagle from food. So I smiled, and he leaned against my leg and got his sloppy, smiling face rubbed before I put him to bed.
I picked up a 4 month old puppy to foster yesterday. He is a cute rascal. His mom is a Portuguese Water Dog and his dad is a Lab. He is an active, playful, cuddley little guy with big feet and a shaggy, wirey looking coat that is actually pretty soft. He is black and scruffy looking and his name is Teddy.
Teddy took right to my dogs, and he and my male dog TS decided it was great fun to run circles around the storage building. While I watered the plants my other dogs steared clear of the relay around the building and through the garage, then back around the buiding, etc. When he was tired he came right over and plopped down in the runoff of water from the plants. Thinking he might be thirsty I showed him where the dog waterer was, silly me. He stepped right in and helped himself to a big drink and a big play, then went over and flopped down in the dirt. Uhg. Dirty puppy. Dirty, wet puppy. Oh well, the pet fair isn't until Saturday.
I went back to taking care of things in the garage and around the yard. It was getting late but the boys didn't seem to be slowing down. If anything the trips around and through seemed to have increased in speed. I just happened to glance out at the deck, and wondered how it had gotten so wet...when it dawned on me that Teddy could not have gotten in to that much water from the water bowl. Oh no, he had to have cleared the 3 foot high wall that encloses the fish pond. Sure enough, the ground was soaked, the mallard decoy was askew, and the fish were not pleased.
I wanted to get mad, but it was done and he wouldn't understand anyway. Besides, he looked so happy to have found such a grand source of water. He was, afterall, made for water. Between those 2 parents he could probably smell water 100 miles away. And his natural instinct would make it as hard to keep him out of water as it would to keep a beagle from food. So I smiled, and he leaned against my leg and got his sloppy, smiling face rubbed before I put him to bed.
from friends during work...
This was funny to me, but maybe you have to be able to picture these two trying not to laugh.
Then I got an update:
Amy passed this girl who works here and they almost ran into each other. Amy said excuse me to her and the girl just walked by and ignored her.
So we're sitting in the lunch room eating our yogurt and chit chatting. This girl walks in and she is getting something out of the vending machine kind of bent over and Amy and I both notice (at about the same time) that she has a toilet seat cover stuck in the back of her pants hanging from the waste band. We both look at each other and smile, then our eyes start watering and we're both thinking - should we tell her? does she know? But instead, we decide to let her walk out and as soon as she does, we just bust up. It turned out that it was the same girl who ignored Amy and she decided she didn't wanna say anything to her.
Life is good.
Then I got an update:
The best part is, Amy told some people here what happened and everybody got a pretty good laugh out of it. One girl said that she needed to have closure on the story so she and Amy walked over to see if they could find out who it was. As it turns out, she's a big mucky muck VP in the legal department.
Life is really, really good.
I'm just a girl, afterall...
I got a call on the Jeep last night (I'm selling an '84 CJ7). I've spoken with my Mechanic to make sure how low I should go on it. He says he thinks $5850 but that means I'm willing to go to $5000 if someone offers it. But it's kind of weird. He says he can't believe I still have it, it's in great shape, looks good, it's priced right. Anyway, this guy calls last night and says "you know, bluebook is only $2700, how did you come up with $6000?" so I said "well, I researched what they are ACTUALLY selling for, and asked my mechanic as well as a friend in to Jeeps what they thought I could get for it. Then I looked at the Jeeps that are going for around bluebook and noticed that they don't run so I figured I was right in the right range. You can't really go by bluebooks for cars that are considered classics." So much for treating me like a dumb girl. I hate it when some guys call about cars. I had that with the MG and the Miata as well - I have a weakness for cars, it's a big joke among my friends.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Thinking outside the box
When I finish my story you will have another item (or 2) to add to your first aid kit.
I have 4 dogs; Jodie is a 13 year old corgie. She used to be the top dog until about 1 year ago. She hasn't completely let go of the idea. Taylor is a 10 year old choc. lab. She has always been bottom of the ladder. The new top dog is TS, he is a 5 yr old Border Collie (McNab) that is usually pretty gentle as a leader. Lastly is Ekko, the 4 yr old deaf australian cattledog that is second in command. She is really kind of a brat, and gets on Jodies nerve alot. But she's also a sweety. Through the years I've had various scuffles in the pack over position, food, or me. Sometimes someone bleeds. Sometimes Taylor because she's so low on the ladder, sometimes Jodie because she's not ready to get shoved down the ladder.
The other day was different, it was more like road rage in my kitchen. My normally diplomatic Border Collie has an issue with the door bell. I do not know where he developed it, but whenever he hears the doorbell he pounces on one of the lower dogs. He gets some relief evidently from flattening them in his flurry of frustration. The other day someone rang the bell and as I answered the door I heard TS launch in to his search for a trampoline, I told him to knock it off as I opened the door. Then the sound took a different note so I ran back to where he was and yelled that it was ENOUGH and I watched him let Jodie up. I got rid of the people at the door and went back to check on the dogs. Jodie was dripping blood on the kitchen floor, again.
I kicked everyone else out in to the yard and tried to get a good look at Jodie's throat. She has long hair for a corgie, they call then fluffies, she looks like a sheltie with no legs. All I could see was a bloody bit of white fur. Everytime I tried to pull the fur back to get a better look it would kind of run out more and drip on the floor. I knew I needed to get a better look, which meant I needed to clip the fur back. This was another 30 minutes of scissors and clippers and trying to keep Jodie in place. Once I got the area cleared I could see it was still bleeding. I needed to get a somewhat permanent bandage on it just to see if I could get the bleeding to stop. This wasn't an emergency situation yet, but I wanted to make sure it was going to come under control or it would become one.
Paper towels will stick to a wound so I went in search of my gauze. I could not find it. I found the make up pads, which I use to clean the dogs ears. What else would I use them for? Bandaids - do not work for dogs. Minipads. Let's see, I need something to absorb the blood that won't stick to the wound. Well, as long as I fold it back so the sticky part that sticks to everything it ISN'T supposed to stick to is away from her skin it should work just fine. And it did. I put the minipad on the puncture wound, wrapped a bandage around it to hold it in place and in 30 minutes I took it off. The bleeding had stopped and it didn't get reopened by the bandage sticking to it.
TS will be undergoing some reconditioning using a tape recording of the doorbell, Jodie is healing up just fine, and my first aid kit now has a minipad in it. Oh, and don't forget to keep a cigarette there as well. Damp tobacco will pull out the poison from a wasp/bee/hornet sting - I learned that from a nice old man once when I stepped on a wasp in the bottom of my boot. Better get one in there while you can, they're getting harder to find.
I have 4 dogs; Jodie is a 13 year old corgie. She used to be the top dog until about 1 year ago. She hasn't completely let go of the idea. Taylor is a 10 year old choc. lab. She has always been bottom of the ladder. The new top dog is TS, he is a 5 yr old Border Collie (McNab) that is usually pretty gentle as a leader. Lastly is Ekko, the 4 yr old deaf australian cattledog that is second in command. She is really kind of a brat, and gets on Jodies nerve alot. But she's also a sweety. Through the years I've had various scuffles in the pack over position, food, or me. Sometimes someone bleeds. Sometimes Taylor because she's so low on the ladder, sometimes Jodie because she's not ready to get shoved down the ladder.
The other day was different, it was more like road rage in my kitchen. My normally diplomatic Border Collie has an issue with the door bell. I do not know where he developed it, but whenever he hears the doorbell he pounces on one of the lower dogs. He gets some relief evidently from flattening them in his flurry of frustration. The other day someone rang the bell and as I answered the door I heard TS launch in to his search for a trampoline, I told him to knock it off as I opened the door. Then the sound took a different note so I ran back to where he was and yelled that it was ENOUGH and I watched him let Jodie up. I got rid of the people at the door and went back to check on the dogs. Jodie was dripping blood on the kitchen floor, again.
I kicked everyone else out in to the yard and tried to get a good look at Jodie's throat. She has long hair for a corgie, they call then fluffies, she looks like a sheltie with no legs. All I could see was a bloody bit of white fur. Everytime I tried to pull the fur back to get a better look it would kind of run out more and drip on the floor. I knew I needed to get a better look, which meant I needed to clip the fur back. This was another 30 minutes of scissors and clippers and trying to keep Jodie in place. Once I got the area cleared I could see it was still bleeding. I needed to get a somewhat permanent bandage on it just to see if I could get the bleeding to stop. This wasn't an emergency situation yet, but I wanted to make sure it was going to come under control or it would become one.
Paper towels will stick to a wound so I went in search of my gauze. I could not find it. I found the make up pads, which I use to clean the dogs ears. What else would I use them for? Bandaids - do not work for dogs. Minipads. Let's see, I need something to absorb the blood that won't stick to the wound. Well, as long as I fold it back so the sticky part that sticks to everything it ISN'T supposed to stick to is away from her skin it should work just fine. And it did. I put the minipad on the puncture wound, wrapped a bandage around it to hold it in place and in 30 minutes I took it off. The bleeding had stopped and it didn't get reopened by the bandage sticking to it.
TS will be undergoing some reconditioning using a tape recording of the doorbell, Jodie is healing up just fine, and my first aid kit now has a minipad in it. Oh, and don't forget to keep a cigarette there as well. Damp tobacco will pull out the poison from a wasp/bee/hornet sting - I learned that from a nice old man once when I stepped on a wasp in the bottom of my boot. Better get one in there while you can, they're getting harder to find.
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