I'm crashing really hard. I don't know why...ah, the joys of being BiPolar.
The medicine only smooths out the major highs and lows: It doesn't fix
every crash, and I never know how low it's going to let me go.
My comforter gave up the ghost today--completely ripped apart.
Pocky shit in the house AGAIN.
Hamachi got a hold of my big male leopard gecko last night
(who knew he could climb all the way up there!) and crushed
its head.
I just went in and huddled in a ball in bed for 3 hours...I'm a little better
but not really.
*sigh*
I hate it when I'm this unuseful and pathetic.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Suddenly, a Visitor
So we had the house open last night, trying to cool it off (the last three days have been BRUTAL), and Pocky started spazzing and barking and running backwards.
I tried to calm her, which really didn't work, so I went out onto the front porch to see what she was losing her mind and nerve about, and I saw...
a kitten.
a tiny little fluffball, about 8 weeks old, trying desperately to cram itself back through our fence and escape into the night.
So of course I ran over and grabbed its back end.
I screamed "help!" and TTK came running...he opens the gate, and grabs the well-equipped front half. And promptly screamed, and bled.
But, he had distracted it long enough that I could scruff it, and disable those formidable needles...still bleeding, ttk got the scruff from me and pulled the kitten the rest of the way through the fence (there was NO way this little demon was going backwards).
This whole time, Pocky had decided it was safe enough by now to come onto the front porch and was barking madly behind us...
So now I have a struggling ball of black-tufted white fur in my hands, and I can feel her (his?) bony little body under all that fluff: so thin!
I carried her into the critter room, grabbing a can of cat food on the way, TTK bleeding along behind me.
"If you've got things under control, I'd like to tend my hand." He gestured, disappearing into the bathroom.
I popped open the can and little demon instantly buried his/her face into the dish...
I decided to solve the mystery and parted fur until I saw...no parts! A girl! Maybe. (It's been a while since I sexed a kitten.)
She never once looked up from the dish--I could feel her sides bulging out as she ate.
Long, soft white dirty fur, with black ears and black blotches on her butt and tail.
Just the mere fact I was able to catch hersays that she wasn't born to a feral mother, and the fact that she's bone thin says she's been away (without?) a home for a while.
It's possible she was dumped here, or perhaps she came from the college students renting the house 2 doors down.
TTK set up a cat carrier with towels for her, in the tub (where else? Everything goes in that tub) and disappeared--out onto the cool porch, I figured. I was a bit occupied, so seeing that he wasn't going to bleed to death was enough for me.
After she ate, I pet her for a while (such a purr!) and picked burrs out of her fur, telling myself the whole time, that we would clean her up, find her owners, and if she had none get her shots, spay her, and adopt her out to someone.
We could NOT keep another cat, I kept telling myself firmly.
Finally, I tucked her into the cat carrier and went out onto the porch.
I guess I had been "kittening" for a while, because when I got outside, TTK held up his Anniversary present...
Scrolling across the screen, in a slow march. was a long message (most of which I've forgotten already): There was something about "SHE HAS TASTED OUR BLOOD" and "I'VE BEEN THINKING OF THE NAMES OF DEMONS..." But the final line got me: "I GUESS THIS IS CAT NUMBER SIX..."
!
It wasn't until we were in bed, about to sleep, that I asked him "Were you serious about keeping her?"
He said, eyes closed, "Ask me tomorrow."
Then a few minutes later he said, "Ginsu."
Great. She now has a name.
The next morning I said, "hmm...eight hundred dollar dog, or free dirty kitten. Guess which one I like more..."
TTK looked at me, a very serious expression on his face, "If we gave Pocky to Momma, and she didn't want to give us Fancy, how would you feel about that?"
My response? "Well, I would be fine. I don't really like having this many dogs--we can't go anywhere without an ordeal."
His response was, "It was worth a try--now we know how much work is involved in more than one dog. And we didn't realize how GOOD Willow was, how well-trained and behaved, until we got these other dogs."
Me--*nod*
He went on, "And I think while Willow has had fun with Fancy here, she is a bit overwhelmed and misses being alone."
So that's that.
Pocky shat all over the house last night, I forgot to mention.
Lovely.
Diarrhea.
Which isn't surprising, because she eats EVERYTHING.
She eats her own shit!
We set her up in a crate last night after she shat up the house, and she settle right in like she was used to it...so the woman we bought her from lied: she wasn't a house dog, she was crated.
Sigh.
BTW, diarrhea is a really damn hard word to spell--I can never remember what letter to double, or where the H goes...I finally came up with a way to remember it: Dia is easy, but then I thought of the bird, a Rhea...that way, I know that RHEA stays together, so the only place to put a double letter is the R. Heh.
Yes, I know about spell-checkers. I like to do it right myself and not have to rely on an outside tool.
So bleah.
And now, I go shower so we can get out of this hotter-than-fuck house and buy an air conditioner.
(I can't believe he finally talked me into it. Well, he and htis 98 degree heat wave, that is...)
I tried to calm her, which really didn't work, so I went out onto the front porch to see what she was losing her mind and nerve about, and I saw...
a kitten.
a tiny little fluffball, about 8 weeks old, trying desperately to cram itself back through our fence and escape into the night.
So of course I ran over and grabbed its back end.
I screamed "help!" and TTK came running...he opens the gate, and grabs the well-equipped front half. And promptly screamed, and bled.
But, he had distracted it long enough that I could scruff it, and disable those formidable needles...still bleeding, ttk got the scruff from me and pulled the kitten the rest of the way through the fence (there was NO way this little demon was going backwards).
This whole time, Pocky had decided it was safe enough by now to come onto the front porch and was barking madly behind us...
So now I have a struggling ball of black-tufted white fur in my hands, and I can feel her (his?) bony little body under all that fluff: so thin!
I carried her into the critter room, grabbing a can of cat food on the way, TTK bleeding along behind me.
"If you've got things under control, I'd like to tend my hand." He gestured, disappearing into the bathroom.
I popped open the can and little demon instantly buried his/her face into the dish...
I decided to solve the mystery and parted fur until I saw...no parts! A girl! Maybe. (It's been a while since I sexed a kitten.)
She never once looked up from the dish--I could feel her sides bulging out as she ate.
Long, soft white dirty fur, with black ears and black blotches on her butt and tail.
Just the mere fact I was able to catch hersays that she wasn't born to a feral mother, and the fact that she's bone thin says she's been away (without?) a home for a while.
It's possible she was dumped here, or perhaps she came from the college students renting the house 2 doors down.
TTK set up a cat carrier with towels for her, in the tub (where else? Everything goes in that tub) and disappeared--out onto the cool porch, I figured. I was a bit occupied, so seeing that he wasn't going to bleed to death was enough for me.
After she ate, I pet her for a while (such a purr!) and picked burrs out of her fur, telling myself the whole time, that we would clean her up, find her owners, and if she had none get her shots, spay her, and adopt her out to someone.
We could NOT keep another cat, I kept telling myself firmly.
Finally, I tucked her into the cat carrier and went out onto the porch.
I guess I had been "kittening" for a while, because when I got outside, TTK held up his Anniversary present...
Scrolling across the screen, in a slow march. was a long message (most of which I've forgotten already): There was something about "SHE HAS TASTED OUR BLOOD" and "I'VE BEEN THINKING OF THE NAMES OF DEMONS..." But the final line got me: "I GUESS THIS IS CAT NUMBER SIX..."
!
It wasn't until we were in bed, about to sleep, that I asked him "Were you serious about keeping her?"
He said, eyes closed, "Ask me tomorrow."
Then a few minutes later he said, "Ginsu."
Great. She now has a name.
The next morning I said, "hmm...eight hundred dollar dog, or free dirty kitten. Guess which one I like more..."
TTK looked at me, a very serious expression on his face, "If we gave Pocky to Momma, and she didn't want to give us Fancy, how would you feel about that?"
My response? "Well, I would be fine. I don't really like having this many dogs--we can't go anywhere without an ordeal."
His response was, "It was worth a try--now we know how much work is involved in more than one dog. And we didn't realize how GOOD Willow was, how well-trained and behaved, until we got these other dogs."
Me--*nod*
He went on, "And I think while Willow has had fun with Fancy here, she is a bit overwhelmed and misses being alone."
So that's that.
Pocky shat all over the house last night, I forgot to mention.
Lovely.
Diarrhea.
Which isn't surprising, because she eats EVERYTHING.
She eats her own shit!
We set her up in a crate last night after she shat up the house, and she settle right in like she was used to it...so the woman we bought her from lied: she wasn't a house dog, she was crated.
Sigh.
BTW, diarrhea is a really damn hard word to spell--I can never remember what letter to double, or where the H goes...I finally came up with a way to remember it: Dia is easy, but then I thought of the bird, a Rhea...that way, I know that RHEA stays together, so the only place to put a double letter is the R. Heh.
Yes, I know about spell-checkers. I like to do it right myself and not have to rely on an outside tool.
So bleah.
And now, I go shower so we can get out of this hotter-than-fuck house and buy an air conditioner.
(I can't believe he finally talked me into it. Well, he and htis 98 degree heat wave, that is...)
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Of Tea and Men
I found a really neat website, TeaChef, that encourages people to create recipes using tea and submit them...there are some really damn good cooks there too--some of the recipes are incredibly creative and fun.
I signed up for them, and the first sample I was sent was...
Chamomile.
TTK is allergic to Chamomile.
I'm not going to cook anything he can't eat--he's my biggest fan! So, of course, I didn't make anything or submit any recipes, and didn't get sent the current month's sample, which is Pi Lo Chun, which sounds delicious. Sigh.
Maybe I'll get next month's, which is Assam Melody...which of course I don't like. But then again, I've never tried their version of it, which they describe here as being "a burgundy-red cup with rich aroma and strong malty taste." So who knows? I'll brew a cup of it, then decide what it would be good in.
Most of the recipes I've seen there involve brewing a strong cup of it, then mixing the elixir into the recipe...there have been a few chefs who have actually mixed the leaves directly into the recipe, but not many.
The first time I cooked with tea it never occurred to me to just use the elixir...I used Gunpowder green tea leaves in the water I boiled pasta in though, so I kind of used the liquid. They are little balls that unfurl into whole leaves, and though I strained the pasta I didn't rinse it, so there were a lot of the leaves left on the pasta that then ended up in the sauce.
Was tasty.
I'm waiting for a good one to use as a rub, though.
Um, I guess I forgot the "Men" part of this post...so here goes: of the mammals in the house, just a mere 35.7% are male.
Heh.
I signed up for them, and the first sample I was sent was...
Chamomile.
TTK is allergic to Chamomile.
I'm not going to cook anything he can't eat--he's my biggest fan! So, of course, I didn't make anything or submit any recipes, and didn't get sent the current month's sample, which is Pi Lo Chun, which sounds delicious. Sigh.
Maybe I'll get next month's, which is Assam Melody...which of course I don't like. But then again, I've never tried their version of it, which they describe here as being "a burgundy-red cup with rich aroma and strong malty taste." So who knows? I'll brew a cup of it, then decide what it would be good in.
Most of the recipes I've seen there involve brewing a strong cup of it, then mixing the elixir into the recipe...there have been a few chefs who have actually mixed the leaves directly into the recipe, but not many.
The first time I cooked with tea it never occurred to me to just use the elixir...I used Gunpowder green tea leaves in the water I boiled pasta in though, so I kind of used the liquid. They are little balls that unfurl into whole leaves, and though I strained the pasta I didn't rinse it, so there were a lot of the leaves left on the pasta that then ended up in the sauce.
Was tasty.
I'm waiting for a good one to use as a rub, though.
Um, I guess I forgot the "Men" part of this post...so here goes: of the mammals in the house, just a mere 35.7% are male.
Heh.
GAG.
The new dog just fucking SHAT in the bed.
oh, yeah, she's housetrained, mmm hmm, right.
And just now, stripping the entire bed, we found yellow piss stains on the mattress pad.
Unbelievable.
All I can say is, THANK GOD we bought the waterproof mattress cover for our NEW $1300 bed that this dog has pissed in 4 times and SHAT in.
Maybe now we're learning why the woman wanted to sell this dog after having her for 5 months...
oh, yeah, she's housetrained, mmm hmm, right.
And just now, stripping the entire bed, we found yellow piss stains on the mattress pad.
Unbelievable.
All I can say is, THANK GOD we bought the waterproof mattress cover for our NEW $1300 bed that this dog has pissed in 4 times and SHAT in.
Maybe now we're learning why the woman wanted to sell this dog after having her for 5 months...
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
And the Ark Grows...
I hate having to do these update entries, but when you don't log on for weeks, all sorts of stuff has happened "in the background."
So.
We have a dog.
I should say, we bought a dog.
She's a chinese crested.
A hairless crested.
Will wonders never cease?
Me, not only getting a dog, but a crested, and a hairless one--and paying money for it, too!
Lots of money.
She's small for a crested, but much larger than Willow or Fancy.
She came with the name Kara, but we've named her Pocky...
she's kinda vacuous, and happy and excited about everything.
And I mean, EVERYTHING.
She could be a sweet dog, with work. She's completely non-housebroken.
Just really has no concept of Potty is Outside...
I'm getting really tired of cleaning up dog poop, and we've only had her for 5 days...
After we (I) bought her, I had serious Buyer's Remorse: I called my mom up, all subdued, and talked to her...I called her when I saw the ad in the first place, so she knew we were considering it.
She "talked me down," so to speak, and said that if we decided that we just really don't like Miss Thing we could bring her down there and she would take her. And buy me the camera I was going to get with the money.
!
SUCH a relief to not be worrying about the $$!
Miss Thing is very girly, which I am not used to, and she's pushy.
She wants to be Alpha.
WILLOW is Alpha.
We'll see how this works, and if Willow can deal with the competition.
So.
We have a dog.
I should say, we bought a dog.
She's a chinese crested.
A hairless crested.
Will wonders never cease?
Me, not only getting a dog, but a crested, and a hairless one--and paying money for it, too!
Lots of money.
She's small for a crested, but much larger than Willow or Fancy.
She came with the name Kara, but we've named her Pocky...
she's kinda vacuous, and happy and excited about everything.
And I mean, EVERYTHING.
She could be a sweet dog, with work. She's completely non-housebroken.
Just really has no concept of Potty is Outside...
I'm getting really tired of cleaning up dog poop, and we've only had her for 5 days...
After we (I) bought her, I had serious Buyer's Remorse: I called my mom up, all subdued, and talked to her...I called her when I saw the ad in the first place, so she knew we were considering it.
She "talked me down," so to speak, and said that if we decided that we just really don't like Miss Thing we could bring her down there and she would take her. And buy me the camera I was going to get with the money.
!
SUCH a relief to not be worrying about the $$!
Miss Thing is very girly, which I am not used to, and she's pushy.
She wants to be Alpha.
WILLOW is Alpha.
We'll see how this works, and if Willow can deal with the competition.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Farrago
Just some bits and pieces, no particular order:
-I've been enjoying the demented hummingbird battles over the feeder I put out a few days ago. A great hummingbird resource is http://www.hummingbirds.net/feeders.html--don't add color to your syrup, and don't do what I did--get the ratios mixed up! I put 4 cups of sugar in one cup of water, and basically made candy that crystallized in the feeder and greatly confused the little birds. And wasted a lot of sugar!
-I've gone out of the house alone one time in the past two weeks. My colitis is so bad that I CANNOT leave the house between the hours of noon and three...dunno why they all group together there--it probably has something to do with the timing of eating the night before...I tend not to eat during the day and just drink a lot of milk because, well, eating results in colitis and HURTS.
I have an appointment with a specialist in July.
-I've been making Fancy (the dog) little sweaters--I bought one of those Knifty Knitters (the round looms) and have been experimenting with different stitches and yarns. Note: don't buy it online, you'll pay too much. I got mine at Wal-Mart (as much as I hate the store)--the set of 4 looms and a hook for 12 bucks. Oh--and buy an extra hook! I've lost the damn thing so many times from setting it down to wrap the next row, then having to get up and do something.
The advantages over crochet are you don't have to count stitches, so you can zone out and do it while watching tv, and you can easily use the fancier yarns without having to guess or fight where to put the hook for the next row. The disadvantage is that I am way too used to crochet, and being able to back up when I made a mistake a few rows back--with this, you have to obsessively unloop all of your work, rather than just pull on the end and unravel.
It's fun to ad-lib, though--the learning curve is short and when you use the super fuzzy fancy yarns, the mistakes are very difficult to see. Heh.
The smallest ring fits over Fancy's head, so I can just stick it over her to see how far I still need to go. Poor dog. ;-)
*Note to self: change colors on blog to be more readable. Also remember to SPELL-CHECK!
-I've been enjoying the demented hummingbird battles over the feeder I put out a few days ago. A great hummingbird resource is http://www.hummingbirds.net/feeders.html--don't add color to your syrup, and don't do what I did--get the ratios mixed up! I put 4 cups of sugar in one cup of water, and basically made candy that crystallized in the feeder and greatly confused the little birds. And wasted a lot of sugar!
-I've gone out of the house alone one time in the past two weeks. My colitis is so bad that I CANNOT leave the house between the hours of noon and three...dunno why they all group together there--it probably has something to do with the timing of eating the night before...I tend not to eat during the day and just drink a lot of milk because, well, eating results in colitis and HURTS.
I have an appointment with a specialist in July.
-I've been making Fancy (the dog) little sweaters--I bought one of those Knifty Knitters (the round looms) and have been experimenting with different stitches and yarns. Note: don't buy it online, you'll pay too much. I got mine at Wal-Mart (as much as I hate the store)--the set of 4 looms and a hook for 12 bucks. Oh--and buy an extra hook! I've lost the damn thing so many times from setting it down to wrap the next row, then having to get up and do something.
The advantages over crochet are you don't have to count stitches, so you can zone out and do it while watching tv, and you can easily use the fancier yarns without having to guess or fight where to put the hook for the next row. The disadvantage is that I am way too used to crochet, and being able to back up when I made a mistake a few rows back--with this, you have to obsessively unloop all of your work, rather than just pull on the end and unravel.
It's fun to ad-lib, though--the learning curve is short and when you use the super fuzzy fancy yarns, the mistakes are very difficult to see. Heh.
The smallest ring fits over Fancy's head, so I can just stick it over her to see how far I still need to go. Poor dog. ;-)
*Note to self: change colors on blog to be more readable. Also remember to SPELL-CHECK!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
...But not a Dollar Short...
So, um, our 8 year wedding anniversary was yesterday.
We were so stressed out from the IRS thing, that we didn't really do anything special for it.
I take that back--we didn't go OUT somewhere...I crashed at like 5:30 after dealing with IRS from 8:30 am to about 2:30 pm, and TTK went to the store and got hamburger fixins and lots of chocolate and treats...
when I woke up from my nap and he offered to make us dinner, hamburgers, I got up and kinda ended up taking over and making the burgers myself, heh.
I apologised later for taking over when he was trying to do this sweet romantic thing, and we both laughed and things were good.
We're going to renew our vows during our 10th year, but probably not on the same date as our wedding anniversary--our official "one night stand that never ended" start date is September 13, 1996, but there's no way we're going to get ourselves together to make that our ten year renewal. Besides, we want to hold our wedding in the backyard of our new and fabulous house that we're gonna get, yessiree, any month now, really...
We were so stressed out from the IRS thing, that we didn't really do anything special for it.
I take that back--we didn't go OUT somewhere...I crashed at like 5:30 after dealing with IRS from 8:30 am to about 2:30 pm, and TTK went to the store and got hamburger fixins and lots of chocolate and treats...
when I woke up from my nap and he offered to make us dinner, hamburgers, I got up and kinda ended up taking over and making the burgers myself, heh.
I apologised later for taking over when he was trying to do this sweet romantic thing, and we both laughed and things were good.
We're going to renew our vows during our 10th year, but probably not on the same date as our wedding anniversary--our official "one night stand that never ended" start date is September 13, 1996, but there's no way we're going to get ourselves together to make that our ten year renewal. Besides, we want to hold our wedding in the backyard of our new and fabulous house that we're gonna get, yessiree, any month now, really...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
VROOOM!
WOOO!
That massive juggernaut called the IRS just swerved and missed us completely!
We're alive!
Our case agent called us mere seconds ago to tell us he reviewed our fax (all 74 pages of it!) and he is dismissing the case against us--and that he couldn't believe that we made it through 2003 on only 17 grand...
Woo!
This only cost us about $100 in printing services, 50 or so hours of labor, and TEN months of stress, fear, and worry. FUD.
Now we have to pay the accountant, who knew the magic words to say during the phone call Thursday to the IRS...
Is it over? Really over? I can finally file away 2 years of tax paperwork?
...fingers are crossed until we get that determination letter (makes typing hard, but hey)...
That massive juggernaut called the IRS just swerved and missed us completely!
We're alive!
Our case agent called us mere seconds ago to tell us he reviewed our fax (all 74 pages of it!) and he is dismissing the case against us--and that he couldn't believe that we made it through 2003 on only 17 grand...
Woo!
This only cost us about $100 in printing services, 50 or so hours of labor, and TEN months of stress, fear, and worry. FUD.
Now we have to pay the accountant, who knew the magic words to say during the phone call Thursday to the IRS...
Is it over? Really over? I can finally file away 2 years of tax paperwork?
...fingers are crossed until we get that determination letter (makes typing hard, but hey)...
Monday, June 26, 2006
In Memoriam
Fizzbinn, my sweet little old man, goodbye.
Sleep well.
I don't know how your nose got crooked--looked as if you had had your face shut in an door or something.
You would have these funny little moments where you'd be running around playing, then freeze in place, totally stiff, then *clamp* on whoever or whatever was near you. And boy, could you bite! Very much into biting the top of my feet, so I always had to move fast when I saw you lock up.
5 years you shared with me. I'm so sorry three of them had to be in this crappy little house, with much less room to roam.
You were the first ferret I have ever known who would eat a pinkie mouse...at first, both you and Az would take the pinkie from me and go hide it somewhere (then I got to find it before it went nasty), but when Az was still hiding hers you started actually eating yours. The past year you started eating them so fast that you'd make yourself sick, so I stopped giving them to you. You still glutted yourself on Bob's Chicken Gravy, all the way up until the end. TTK fed you a small dish of warm food for breakfast, and held you up so you could eat since your back legs were completely unstable.
Despite daily feedings you shrunk away to skin and bones (could I have done more? Oh, always the guilt must gnaw), and I'm so sorry I didn't take you in for the gentle death sooner--I didn't want you to suffer but I couldn't let go and I know doing this was the right thing, but still I miss you.
Fizzbinn, what is Atlantis going to do without you?
We put you in the same cairn as Azrael and Fatboy...when Atlantis follows you (as I know he will, and soon, because he almost doesn't remember when you weren't there) I will put you all in a bigger space so you all will fit. I didn't worry about you fitting, although Fatboy was pretty big--you had wasted away so far you were like a little skeleton.
I saw your spirit go away, watched it in your eyes and felt your heart beat once more, then nothing. I thanked the vet for helping us give you such a gentle death, surrounded by your loved ones and all warm and snuggly in a fleece blanket.
Goodbye sweet Fizz.
Sleep well.
I don't know how your nose got crooked--looked as if you had had your face shut in an door or something.
You would have these funny little moments where you'd be running around playing, then freeze in place, totally stiff, then *clamp* on whoever or whatever was near you. And boy, could you bite! Very much into biting the top of my feet, so I always had to move fast when I saw you lock up.
5 years you shared with me. I'm so sorry three of them had to be in this crappy little house, with much less room to roam.
You were the first ferret I have ever known who would eat a pinkie mouse...at first, both you and Az would take the pinkie from me and go hide it somewhere (then I got to find it before it went nasty), but when Az was still hiding hers you started actually eating yours. The past year you started eating them so fast that you'd make yourself sick, so I stopped giving them to you. You still glutted yourself on Bob's Chicken Gravy, all the way up until the end. TTK fed you a small dish of warm food for breakfast, and held you up so you could eat since your back legs were completely unstable.
Despite daily feedings you shrunk away to skin and bones (could I have done more? Oh, always the guilt must gnaw), and I'm so sorry I didn't take you in for the gentle death sooner--I didn't want you to suffer but I couldn't let go and I know doing this was the right thing, but still I miss you.
Fizzbinn, what is Atlantis going to do without you?
We put you in the same cairn as Azrael and Fatboy...when Atlantis follows you (as I know he will, and soon, because he almost doesn't remember when you weren't there) I will put you all in a bigger space so you all will fit. I didn't worry about you fitting, although Fatboy was pretty big--you had wasted away so far you were like a little skeleton.
I saw your spirit go away, watched it in your eyes and felt your heart beat once more, then nothing. I thanked the vet for helping us give you such a gentle death, surrounded by your loved ones and all warm and snuggly in a fleece blanket.
Goodbye sweet Fizz.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Letting Go...
My little old man, Fizzbinn.
It's time.
We're going to the vet Monday, where we'll say our final goodbyes.
I've been saying goodbye for months now, knowing just from watching him stagger about the room that it would soon be time.
He's down to skin and bones, and has lost almost all of his hair.
When he first got the hind end weakness, the vet couldn't find anything wrong with him, so I've been nursing him as he has gotten weaker and thinner and more staggery and just--old.
I've said that as long as he has gusto, joy de vivre, any sign that he was still happy, I would not put him down, no matter what I had to do.
Three months ago I padded the cage and put down vinyl on top of that so he wouldn't hurt himself falling.
He gets Bob Church's Chicken Gravy every day, which until the start of this week he would suck down every drop.
Despite the amount of food he eats, he has lost weight dramatically in the last month...I would take him in for surgery, and would have ages ago, but there's no surgery to be done, and he's no longer a good surgery patient--he's so thin that he would probably not wakeup from the aenesthesia.
Friday I noticed him crying out when he tried to poop (he's almost completely incontinent) and I knew it was time for me to let go.
He's in pain. It's my responsibility--nay, my GIFT to him to release him from that pain.
My sweet little crooked nose Fizzbinn.
I don't know what Atlantis is going to do without him--they've been together for 5 years. When Fizz goes, Atlantis will be alone.
I know they bond, and I know they pine...and I am so scared of losing Atlantis too.
Sybil, Eve, Azrael, Fatboy, Fizzbinn. I miss you all (yes Fizzbinn, I miss you already, even though you are in the next room curled up in a tiny ball, sleeping).
Which is easier--losing them, young and healthy, to an injury or an accident, or watching them grow old and sickly and stagger around until YOU have to make the decision to euthanise them?
I've had both happen, and both carry their own emotional load, and guilt.
-sigh-
I love you Fizz.
It's time.
We're going to the vet Monday, where we'll say our final goodbyes.
I've been saying goodbye for months now, knowing just from watching him stagger about the room that it would soon be time.
He's down to skin and bones, and has lost almost all of his hair.
When he first got the hind end weakness, the vet couldn't find anything wrong with him, so I've been nursing him as he has gotten weaker and thinner and more staggery and just--old.
I've said that as long as he has gusto, joy de vivre, any sign that he was still happy, I would not put him down, no matter what I had to do.
Three months ago I padded the cage and put down vinyl on top of that so he wouldn't hurt himself falling.
He gets Bob Church's Chicken Gravy every day, which until the start of this week he would suck down every drop.
Despite the amount of food he eats, he has lost weight dramatically in the last month...I would take him in for surgery, and would have ages ago, but there's no surgery to be done, and he's no longer a good surgery patient--he's so thin that he would probably not wakeup from the aenesthesia.
Friday I noticed him crying out when he tried to poop (he's almost completely incontinent) and I knew it was time for me to let go.
He's in pain. It's my responsibility--nay, my GIFT to him to release him from that pain.
My sweet little crooked nose Fizzbinn.
I don't know what Atlantis is going to do without him--they've been together for 5 years. When Fizz goes, Atlantis will be alone.
I know they bond, and I know they pine...and I am so scared of losing Atlantis too.
Sybil, Eve, Azrael, Fatboy, Fizzbinn. I miss you all (yes Fizzbinn, I miss you already, even though you are in the next room curled up in a tiny ball, sleeping).
Which is easier--losing them, young and healthy, to an injury or an accident, or watching them grow old and sickly and stagger around until YOU have to make the decision to euthanise them?
I've had both happen, and both carry their own emotional load, and guilt.
-sigh-
I love you Fizz.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Certianties
Well, we've FINALLY got an appeals date with our lovely friend
the IRS. Funny, they promised a date within two months, to give
us a speedy trial as is our right--back in JANUARY.
I'm not going to mention details, so as to not poison the waters,
so to speak...the basics are someone filed saying they paid us
lots of money as a contractor, and the IRS says we owe them a
chunk of that $$ (that we never got).
Oh, and penalties.
And interest.
*sigh*
From now on we're using a CPA, so we have someone who can speak
the language if there are any repercussions.
the IRS. Funny, they promised a date within two months, to give
us a speedy trial as is our right--back in JANUARY.
I'm not going to mention details, so as to not poison the waters,
so to speak...the basics are someone filed saying they paid us
lots of money as a contractor, and the IRS says we owe them a
chunk of that $$ (that we never got).
Oh, and penalties.
And interest.
*sigh*
From now on we're using a CPA, so we have someone who can speak
the language if there are any repercussions.
Monday, June 12, 2006
New Graphic Site
Yahoo! has done it again. Ah, the joy of crappy software being implemented without fully examining for security weaknesses...
There is a worm that exploits a flaw in the Yahoo! Mail Service (and currently only hits Windows users, so I'm safe there) and embeds javascript into the html code of an email.
When the user simply OPENS the email (titled "New Graphic Site") with the script, BAM the script is run, the user is redirected to an advertising site, and their Yahoo! addressbook is copied and the email is sent to everyone in it...
[sigh.]
So every Yahoo! list I am on is getting these mails, and list owners keep assuring everyone that the list is safe sindce they don't allow attachments.
Um, sorry, guys, but this one isn't an attachment!
It's not an attachment!
So far the best article I've read on it is at the Register.
Symantec insists that it's a minor worm, but they're not seeing all the panicked emails hitting the lists.
Once again, in case you missed it: It's IN the email, NOT as an attachment!
Ah, STDs of the modern age.
There is a worm that exploits a flaw in the Yahoo! Mail Service (and currently only hits Windows users, so I'm safe there) and embeds javascript into the html code of an email.
When the user simply OPENS the email (titled "New Graphic Site") with the script, BAM the script is run, the user is redirected to an advertising site, and their Yahoo! addressbook is copied and the email is sent to everyone in it...
[sigh.]
So every Yahoo! list I am on is getting these mails, and list owners keep assuring everyone that the list is safe sindce they don't allow attachments.
Um, sorry, guys, but this one isn't an attachment!
It's not an attachment!
So far the best article I've read on it is at the Register.
Symantec insists that it's a minor worm, but they're not seeing all the panicked emails hitting the lists.
Once again, in case you missed it: It's IN the email, NOT as an attachment!
Ah, STDs of the modern age.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Friday, June 9, 2006
Boomerang
So I had a very surreal chicken moment this evening, about a half hour before dusk. I was cleaning off the back porch, and this little red rooster comes sauntering across the yard, heading for the chicken run.
I recognised this rooster.
I KNEW this rooster.
I had taken him and his two brothers to the feed store about 2 months ago.
And yet, here he is, all confident and assured, acting like he never left.
His wings were clipped, even.
!
I opened the run gate, and in he strutted...and promptly got into a rooster head bobbing match with his brother, the frizzle.
I ran and got my camera, because they were posturing and dancing as if they were big roosters, not little nerf footballs.
By the time I got back, they had gone from posturing to actual fighting, so instead of taking pictures I grabbed a rooster--the Prodigal Son...
He was bleeding from his comb, but was totally calm and let me pick him up...I set him on the outside of the chicken yard, and he stayed all the way until dark, pacing back and forth, waiting to be let in.
TTK said we could make lots of money--sell him, and when he comes back, sell him again, and so on.,,,but this is a ROOSTER.
No one pays money for a rooster.
If he's still here in the morning, I think I'll take him to a DIFFERENT feed store--one further away.
I recognised this rooster.
I KNEW this rooster.
I had taken him and his two brothers to the feed store about 2 months ago.
And yet, here he is, all confident and assured, acting like he never left.
His wings were clipped, even.
!
I opened the run gate, and in he strutted...and promptly got into a rooster head bobbing match with his brother, the frizzle.
I ran and got my camera, because they were posturing and dancing as if they were big roosters, not little nerf footballs.
By the time I got back, they had gone from posturing to actual fighting, so instead of taking pictures I grabbed a rooster--the Prodigal Son...
He was bleeding from his comb, but was totally calm and let me pick him up...I set him on the outside of the chicken yard, and he stayed all the way until dark, pacing back and forth, waiting to be let in.
TTK said we could make lots of money--sell him, and when he comes back, sell him again, and so on.,,,but this is a ROOSTER.
No one pays money for a rooster.
If he's still here in the morning, I think I'll take him to a DIFFERENT feed store--one further away.
Conversation
Me: Would you go get the mail?
He: Didn't I go get the mail this morning?
Me: Yes, but it comes every day.
He: Smartass!
He: Didn't I go get the mail this morning?
Me: Yes, but it comes every day.
He: Smartass!
Thursday, June 8, 2006
Tegu+Chicken+Tub=BAD
OH. MY. GOD.
I am never going to take a bath in this house again.
At least, not without bleaching the entire tub and shower and shower curtain, that is...
Carnivore shit is pretty nasty.
Carnivore shit from a carnivore that ate chicken is EVIL.
I discovered a new treat for the tegu a few days ago--chicken wings.
On sale at Safeway, they were in a "value pack" with the whole wing--tips, "drummettes," and, well, forearms (what they called in food parlance, I don't know).
So I hacked ten pounds of wings apart, vacuum sealing up the drummettes for the humans (appropriately marked "human food" in the freezer) and the rest for the Tegu, aptly named Goose.
He ate 8 pieces of chicken Tuesday, and was scratching at the glass today for more.
Into the tub he went: this is not a smart tegu--if there is anything else under his food (carpet, cage bedding, toes, his drinking bowl, etc,) he will try to eat it, so the tub provides a nice flat surface, and he doesn't end up trying to eat the wallpaper. (Natural selection would have eliminated this guy years ago!)
He ate 4 more chicken wing parts, so I left him in the tub while I defrosted more for him.
Suddenly the house filled up with this TOXIC odor. I figured Nefertiti or one of the other big snakes had pooped, since they are the only ones in the front room. The odor usually dissipates, but this time it wasn't.
Ten or so minutes went by, and it was getting stronger, not weaker.
By this time the chicken had thawed, so I took 2 more pieces in to the tegu.
Opening the bathroom door just about sent me into a coma from the odor wave.
Goose had not only shit in the tub, he had spent the last 15 minutes or so busily scraping this "lovely" grey-brown effluent it ALL OVER the ENTIRE tub.
That includes the sides, as far up as he could reach, which is not quite over the edge far enough to climb out (thank god!).
I promptly hosed down Goose (all sorts of goose/shit/slick jokes are coming to mind), and as much of the bottom as I could get, carried the tegu out to his sun cage (where he got his chicken), and sprayed the entire surface down with scrubbing bubbles.
Next I get to get on my hands and knees and scrub, since those bubbles don't really do the work promised in the commercials...
I am never going to take a bath in this house again.
At least, not without bleaching the entire tub and shower and shower curtain, that is...
Carnivore shit is pretty nasty.
Carnivore shit from a carnivore that ate chicken is EVIL.
I discovered a new treat for the tegu a few days ago--chicken wings.
On sale at Safeway, they were in a "value pack" with the whole wing--tips, "drummettes," and, well, forearms (what they called in food parlance, I don't know).
So I hacked ten pounds of wings apart, vacuum sealing up the drummettes for the humans (appropriately marked "human food" in the freezer) and the rest for the Tegu, aptly named Goose.
He ate 8 pieces of chicken Tuesday, and was scratching at the glass today for more.
Into the tub he went: this is not a smart tegu--if there is anything else under his food (carpet, cage bedding, toes, his drinking bowl, etc,) he will try to eat it, so the tub provides a nice flat surface, and he doesn't end up trying to eat the wallpaper. (Natural selection would have eliminated this guy years ago!)
He ate 4 more chicken wing parts, so I left him in the tub while I defrosted more for him.
Suddenly the house filled up with this TOXIC odor. I figured Nefertiti or one of the other big snakes had pooped, since they are the only ones in the front room. The odor usually dissipates, but this time it wasn't.
Ten or so minutes went by, and it was getting stronger, not weaker.
By this time the chicken had thawed, so I took 2 more pieces in to the tegu.
Opening the bathroom door just about sent me into a coma from the odor wave.
Goose had not only shit in the tub, he had spent the last 15 minutes or so busily scraping this "lovely" grey-brown effluent it ALL OVER the ENTIRE tub.
That includes the sides, as far up as he could reach, which is not quite over the edge far enough to climb out (thank god!).
I promptly hosed down Goose (all sorts of goose/shit/slick jokes are coming to mind), and as much of the bottom as I could get, carried the tegu out to his sun cage (where he got his chicken), and sprayed the entire surface down with scrubbing bubbles.
Next I get to get on my hands and knees and scrub, since those bubbles don't really do the work promised in the commercials...
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
OUCH!
Well, last Friday at the herp meeting in Palo Alto, I fell on my ass.
HARD.
Foot went right out from under me, and splat! I went.
We were all so startled that I fell--both my friends who I
was talking with froze and stared at me, speechless.
I was stunned for a second, then started cracking up
as they both asked me "are you all right?"
For some reason, since the brain surgery, when I fall or lose
my balance badly, it makes me giddy and I start laughing.
It's kind of like I get dizzy from the fall--I am my own
amusement park ride.
I haven't fallen in years, though, and no one expects it nowadays--
least of all, me.
Of course, I migrained the next day, which usually happens when
I jar my skull.
HARD.
Foot went right out from under me, and splat! I went.
We were all so startled that I fell--both my friends who I
was talking with froze and stared at me, speechless.
I was stunned for a second, then started cracking up
as they both asked me "are you all right?"
For some reason, since the brain surgery, when I fall or lose
my balance badly, it makes me giddy and I start laughing.
It's kind of like I get dizzy from the fall--I am my own
amusement park ride.
I haven't fallen in years, though, and no one expects it nowadays--
least of all, me.
Of course, I migrained the next day, which usually happens when
I jar my skull.
The Ciar Finishing School
We have a visitor for the summer.
She's tiny, and cute, and has a fuzzy black butt.
Her name is Fancy, and she's Willow's cousin...
she's here for some self-esteem and confidence lessons,
as well as leash/recall/command training.
Oh, and some exercise/fun for Willow, who has gotten lazy
in her old (4 years) age.
So far she has learned "Fancy, COME" and a variation
of "Leave it!" which is a kind of a sharp scolding noise
(she's a chicken chaser, and our sedate roosters aren't
stopping it at all!).
She'll be walking on a leash soon, I think.
Willow is having a few jealousy issues, but mostly
she's happy to have someone to chew on and romp
in the grass with.
She's tiny, and cute, and has a fuzzy black butt.
Her name is Fancy, and she's Willow's cousin...
she's here for some self-esteem and confidence lessons,
as well as leash/recall/command training.
Oh, and some exercise/fun for Willow, who has gotten lazy
in her old (4 years) age.
So far she has learned "Fancy, COME" and a variation
of "Leave it!" which is a kind of a sharp scolding noise
(she's a chicken chaser, and our sedate roosters aren't
stopping it at all!).
She'll be walking on a leash soon, I think.
Willow is having a few jealousy issues, but mostly
she's happy to have someone to chew on and romp
in the grass with.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Sleep at Last!
We bought a be-ed, we bought a be-ed!
Okay, we bought a mattress-and-founda-ation, a mattress-and-founda-ation!
(doesn't scan quite as well, does it?)
I slept for the first time without pain last night!
For the detail-obsessed, it's a Simmon's Beautyrest Cunningham Plush Pillowtop.
When you go buy a bed, there's a few things to remember:
-lay on the mattress in question for at least 5 minutes, better is 15, to see if you like it (they expect this!)
-be aware bed salesman are like car salesman, and prepare accordingly. (if that's even possible)
-ask for a discount...we made noises about going elsewhere, I said I was tired and just wanted to buy now, and TTK said we should check for a deal elsewhere, then asked me if I could deal with spending more by just buying now...I turned to the salesguy and said, "Can you do better on the price?" (or some such thing)...he said "Yeah, lemme see what I can work out for you..." a bit of typing on the computer, and he offered us a 400 dollar discount.
!
So, with a $1500 price tag, and a $100 mattress protector, the total came to $1230.
And that was with delivery AND removal of 2 boxsprings and our mattress...
Still, that's the most money we've ever paid for a bed--but we budgeted it so I'm not all worried or in debt or anything.
Consumer Reports recommends that you shop around for deals because the discounts are "steep" but we just don't have a lot of good days for shopping around where we're both functioning and able to deal with salesmen, so we just bought on the spot.
Okay, we bought a mattress-and-founda-ation, a mattress-and-founda-ation!
(doesn't scan quite as well, does it?)
I slept for the first time without pain last night!
For the detail-obsessed, it's a Simmon's Beautyrest Cunningham Plush Pillowtop.
When you go buy a bed, there's a few things to remember:
-lay on the mattress in question for at least 5 minutes, better is 15, to see if you like it (they expect this!)
-be aware bed salesman are like car salesman, and prepare accordingly. (if that's even possible)
-ask for a discount...we made noises about going elsewhere, I said I was tired and just wanted to buy now, and TTK said we should check for a deal elsewhere, then asked me if I could deal with spending more by just buying now...I turned to the salesguy and said, "Can you do better on the price?" (or some such thing)...he said "Yeah, lemme see what I can work out for you..." a bit of typing on the computer, and he offered us a 400 dollar discount.
!
So, with a $1500 price tag, and a $100 mattress protector, the total came to $1230.
And that was with delivery AND removal of 2 boxsprings and our mattress...
Still, that's the most money we've ever paid for a bed--but we budgeted it so I'm not all worried or in debt or anything.
Consumer Reports recommends that you shop around for deals because the discounts are "steep" but we just don't have a lot of good days for shopping around where we're both functioning and able to deal with salesmen, so we just bought on the spot.
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