Dang it's been a while since I've been on this here blog. Sorry to my 2-3 readers out there that actually give a rat's behind about all of this.
Here's been my life in a nutshell:
1) Annie and I are rolling again.
2) I'm still living with my parents. It's actually not that bad. I've been there for about 4 weeks now, and I'm not too bothered by it. There is a BIG benefit to it, and that is that I can leave my dogs at home and know that I don't have to go home right after work. Kinda nice. So if I show up drunk at 1 A.M., I can rest assured that there won't be a large pile of puppy poop and urine on my floor. Thanks Dad.
3) Dr. Toes, a.k.a. Chief Pounds on Toes has moved back to Oregon. Yesterday, I helped him load up his stuff, well almost all of it, and he should be on the road as I type this. Bye Sir Toes, it was a fun ride.
4) I'm about to start working at the new clinic, and I'm a bit nervous about the adventure. I just hope that I like it, and that it works well.
5) Big R and Lil N are still engaged, and it appears that they she is really gonna marry the guy. Who woulda guessed? Methinks she's a bit crazy for marrying the guy, but maybe Big R's done and "spiked" her drinks so she doesn't really realize what she's doing. Good luck you two!
6) I went down to San Antonio to visit Big Judy and my old roommate from college. We hung out 3 nights in a row, so that was an adventure that my liver is still recovering from. Here's a story about Thursday night:
I got the the area around 3 P.M., and hung out with Judy then. My friend J. had to work until about 8:00 that night, but he said that he'd like to meet at Hooter's for a few drinks. Judy and I got there before J. did, and we found ourselves a table. Now my friend J. teaches high school science, and I tell you this because it will become important. He sits down at the table and after a few minutes of talking, he tells us about how one time he and one of his teacher friends went to Hooter's and one of his friend's former students was their waitress. We all laugh and make fun of the situation, just as our waitress walks up to our table.
Wait for it.....
It was one of J.'s former students. And she was really, really embarrassed. And Big Judy and I were a bit uncomfortable, but we still laughed our collective butts off after she left.
Serves us right, I guess.
7) My sister is moving not to Connecticut, like we thought. She is now moving to Houston. This weekend. The bad news is that Cameltoes and I were gonna plan on flying up there in September to catch the Astros/Mets series. Not anymore. Now I guess that I'll have to settle for watching the Astros in their home park. Which is plenty fine by me.
8) I have no friends with me anymore. And that thought is just now beginning to sink in. I mean I have a few old friends from high school that I can hang out with. I even have a friend from vet school that I hang out with from time to time, but I wouldn't exactly call it a close friendship. I do have my brother here, but he's practically a dad, so I don't see him much either, with the time constraints of his life and all.
So I've got to find a place to meet some friends. Hmmmmm. There's always the casinos. Now that's an idea. Just kidding Bean.
9) I'm still waiting to get paid from my former slumlord. The judgement was in October 2006, and I'm STILL waiting on this mother-trucker to pay me. I just got off the phone with my lawyer, and he has no news to speak of. I guess I'll keep on waiting.....and waiting......and waiting. Bastage!
Update: I just heard from my lawyer and he said that the bastage paid me!!!! Now I have to wait FOUR WEEKS for the check to be mailed from the County to my lawyer. Then I'll have to wait for the lawyer to mail it to me. I figure it'll be about 5-6 weeks before that all happens, but I can't complain. YIPEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, that's it for now. Keep on keepin' on
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Visiting Big Judy
I just got to San Antonio for my 4 day weekend vacation. I'm gonna kick it back for a while, so I don't think that there will be much blogging for the next few days.
Keep on keepin' on.
Keep on keepin' on.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Funny Essay
This is from Jeremy Lavine, Period 3. Exactly what Period 3, or where or when cannot be determined by the source I got this from. Enjoy!
"Coming in like El Nino!"
"El Nino is Spanish. It is the Spanish word for child. Like all things Spanish, it is dangerous. It kills people and burns down trees. This child is more than a child. It really isn't a child at all. It is a storm. A deadly storm that kills people and burns down trees.
Warm water usually builds up around Australia. But not anymore with El Nino. El Nino move the warm water from Australia to somewhere else, namely to other places. Where are these other places? These are places that also have water, but water that is usually not as warm as the warm water El Nino move to these said other places. These other places are to the east. Of the water.
In Peru, they have many names for many things. One of the things they have names for is for people who go fishing, go fishing to make a living. If we had a word for this kind of people that word would be "fisherman." But we don't. In Peru, they have different names for things than we do in America. They call that kind of people "pescadores." That's Spanish. That's what they speak in Peru. When El Nino comes, these "pescadores" can't catch any fish. El Nino is caused when the Peruvian gods get angry. They have been angry for millions of years and have made El Nino for millions of years. Many, many moons ago, the Peruvians committed human sacrifices to satiate their gods and end the flood that was caused by El Nino. In today's modern dog-eat-dog work-a-day world of scientists, diplomats, and McSalad Shakers, we no longer have access to such solutions. We are too proud. We will not commit human sacrifices. We refuse to satiate the Peruvian gods. Thus, they remain angry and keep killing us and burning down our trees with El Nino.
Instead of satiating the gods, many of these "scientists" have tried to control El Nino with "science." They put up expensive fish-attracting-buoys that run on flashlight batteries. Imagine, fighting the power of the gods with flashlight batteries! Needless to say, this didn't work and everyone died."
His teacher had this to say about his essay, "Jeremy! Please, a little less drama!"
Just thought I'd share that with you guys.
Keep on keepin' on
"Coming in like El Nino!"
"El Nino is Spanish. It is the Spanish word for child. Like all things Spanish, it is dangerous. It kills people and burns down trees. This child is more than a child. It really isn't a child at all. It is a storm. A deadly storm that kills people and burns down trees.
Warm water usually builds up around Australia. But not anymore with El Nino. El Nino move the warm water from Australia to somewhere else, namely to other places. Where are these other places? These are places that also have water, but water that is usually not as warm as the warm water El Nino move to these said other places. These other places are to the east. Of the water.
In Peru, they have many names for many things. One of the things they have names for is for people who go fishing, go fishing to make a living. If we had a word for this kind of people that word would be "fisherman." But we don't. In Peru, they have different names for things than we do in America. They call that kind of people "pescadores." That's Spanish. That's what they speak in Peru. When El Nino comes, these "pescadores" can't catch any fish. El Nino is caused when the Peruvian gods get angry. They have been angry for millions of years and have made El Nino for millions of years. Many, many moons ago, the Peruvians committed human sacrifices to satiate their gods and end the flood that was caused by El Nino. In today's modern dog-eat-dog work-a-day world of scientists, diplomats, and McSalad Shakers, we no longer have access to such solutions. We are too proud. We will not commit human sacrifices. We refuse to satiate the Peruvian gods. Thus, they remain angry and keep killing us and burning down our trees with El Nino.
Instead of satiating the gods, many of these "scientists" have tried to control El Nino with "science." They put up expensive fish-attracting-buoys that run on flashlight batteries. Imagine, fighting the power of the gods with flashlight batteries! Needless to say, this didn't work and everyone died."
His teacher had this to say about his essay, "Jeremy! Please, a little less drama!"
Just thought I'd share that with you guys.
Keep on keepin' on
Ethics 101
I discovered something about someone the other day, completely by accident. Something that can really only be bad. I'm trying to think of an explanation other than the obvious, and I can't.
To keep the parties involved safe, I'm not going to give out any information on who or what it is. However, I'm in an ethical dilemma. If I tell the other party involved, it may cause a serious problem. As of now, I'm the only one on the planet, other than the party involved, that knows about this, or at least I'd have to assume that.
I have 3 choices of what to do with this information:
1) Eat it. Don't tell anyone. And especially don't tell the person or the person's significant other about it.
2) Tell the person what I've found, and ask him/her about it.
3) Tell the person's significant other about what I saw.
I really don't think that I should do Option #1, because that does nobody any good.
Option #2 has it's own inherent risks in it, because that person could go off the handle (and rightly so due to the nature of this here beast). But it also has probably the most possible benefit, because if it's innocent, then we have no more problem.
Finally, Option #3 is O.K., unless there is a completely rational explanation to it. In that case, then exercising Option #3 would be devastating. On the other hand, if what I've seen is really what I think it involves, then the proverbial "shit will hit the fan." Sorry for my French.
So in the immortal words of some smart cat, "What's a brotha to do?"
I'm going to have to talk to somebody about this. Anonymously. Not so much for my own sake, but for the other party involved.
So, there it is, my Ethics 101 dilemma. By the way, if you know me, please don't ask me to try to give up any information, cuz deez lips be sealed.
Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day. I hope all your endings are "happy."
Keep on keepin' on.
To keep the parties involved safe, I'm not going to give out any information on who or what it is. However, I'm in an ethical dilemma. If I tell the other party involved, it may cause a serious problem. As of now, I'm the only one on the planet, other than the party involved, that knows about this, or at least I'd have to assume that.
I have 3 choices of what to do with this information:
1) Eat it. Don't tell anyone. And especially don't tell the person or the person's significant other about it.
2) Tell the person what I've found, and ask him/her about it.
3) Tell the person's significant other about what I saw.
I really don't think that I should do Option #1, because that does nobody any good.
Option #2 has it's own inherent risks in it, because that person could go off the handle (and rightly so due to the nature of this here beast). But it also has probably the most possible benefit, because if it's innocent, then we have no more problem.
Finally, Option #3 is O.K., unless there is a completely rational explanation to it. In that case, then exercising Option #3 would be devastating. On the other hand, if what I've seen is really what I think it involves, then the proverbial "shit will hit the fan." Sorry for my French.
So in the immortal words of some smart cat, "What's a brotha to do?"
I'm going to have to talk to somebody about this. Anonymously. Not so much for my own sake, but for the other party involved.
So, there it is, my Ethics 101 dilemma. By the way, if you know me, please don't ask me to try to give up any information, cuz deez lips be sealed.
Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day. I hope all your endings are "happy."
Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
I'm Definitely Not Boring
In continuing with my theme of life in which there is never a dull moment, Annie and I have split up. I think it's for the best, but it still doesn't make it any easier.
To recap my life over the last 7-10 days (in chronological order):
1) I've moved out of the house with Cameltoes, and put all of my earthly possessions into a storage shed.
2) I've moved in with my parents. Yep, I'm that cool.
3) Annie and I have broken up. Not fun. This has been one of the hardest things that I've had to do. I really don't want to get into any more of it.
4) My sister is moving to Connecticut in about 3 weeks. Bummer. I'll miss her, and I won't have very many opportunities to get up there and visit her.
5) I just found out yesterday that the clinic that I will be working at full-time is expected to open 1-2 weeks sooner than I thought. Now I have to get in gear and figure out where to live. And mentally prepare for the opening of this here clinic. I'm getting a bit sad over leaving the fun clinics that I have been working at the past 11 months or so. *Sniffle, sniffle.*
6) I have euthanized 3 dogs and it's only 11:00 A.M., with 1 hour left to go. Not a fun day.
I think that pretty much sums up the events of the week. Aren't you jealous?
Don't get me wrong here people, I'm not complaining. That gets one nowhere. I'm merely stating the events of my recent life as a reminder to myself, and maybe others, that even where all hell breaks loose, there is still a light at the end of the tunnel.
As the great Robert Earl Keen said, "The road goes on forever, and the party never ends."
Peace out.....and keep on keepin' on.
To recap my life over the last 7-10 days (in chronological order):
1) I've moved out of the house with Cameltoes, and put all of my earthly possessions into a storage shed.
2) I've moved in with my parents. Yep, I'm that cool.
3) Annie and I have broken up. Not fun. This has been one of the hardest things that I've had to do. I really don't want to get into any more of it.
4) My sister is moving to Connecticut in about 3 weeks. Bummer. I'll miss her, and I won't have very many opportunities to get up there and visit her.
5) I just found out yesterday that the clinic that I will be working at full-time is expected to open 1-2 weeks sooner than I thought. Now I have to get in gear and figure out where to live. And mentally prepare for the opening of this here clinic. I'm getting a bit sad over leaving the fun clinics that I have been working at the past 11 months or so. *Sniffle, sniffle.*
6) I have euthanized 3 dogs and it's only 11:00 A.M., with 1 hour left to go. Not a fun day.
I think that pretty much sums up the events of the week. Aren't you jealous?
Don't get me wrong here people, I'm not complaining. That gets one nowhere. I'm merely stating the events of my recent life as a reminder to myself, and maybe others, that even where all hell breaks loose, there is still a light at the end of the tunnel.
As the great Robert Earl Keen said, "The road goes on forever, and the party never ends."
Peace out.....and keep on keepin' on.
...........bye Bean.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Failure To Launch
I'm home. With Dad and Mom. Again.
The move went, um, swell. We loaded up the moving truck in 33 degree weather, with slight showers. Not too bad, but not fun either. At least we could go back inside to warm up.
But the unloading of my stuff into the storage shed. That's another matter.
By the time we get to the storage shed, the rain has significantly increased. By the time we park the truck, it's turned to freezing rain. By the time we actually start unloading my stuff, it's a full-blown winter wonderland of snow. I had about a 1/2 inch of snow piled up on my furniture by the end of the adventure.
You'd have thought that we lived in North Dakota or something. Nope, it's just North Texas in February. What happened to this "global warming" anyway?
So Chief Pounds on Toes and I were dressed in our winter garb, which made the moving experience a little interesting.
Now I have moved under the following conditions: a snow storm with temps in the upper 20's, pouring rain and 40 degrees, and blazing hot in 100+ degree heat and 1000% humidity. An unholy trifecta of moving conditions.
Thanks to Dr. Toes for helping me. What an adventure. At least we have a cool story to tell.
My dogs don't know what in the heck to think about all of this moving stuff. They are a bit confused, since they've moved with me 4 times in the last 16 months. And then we get to move again in a few more weeks to months. Joy.
I'm gonna get back to work now. Gotta save the dogs of the greater Fort Worth area.
Gonna kick it now.
Keep on keepin' on.
The move went, um, swell. We loaded up the moving truck in 33 degree weather, with slight showers. Not too bad, but not fun either. At least we could go back inside to warm up.
But the unloading of my stuff into the storage shed. That's another matter.
By the time we get to the storage shed, the rain has significantly increased. By the time we park the truck, it's turned to freezing rain. By the time we actually start unloading my stuff, it's a full-blown winter wonderland of snow. I had about a 1/2 inch of snow piled up on my furniture by the end of the adventure.
You'd have thought that we lived in North Dakota or something. Nope, it's just North Texas in February. What happened to this "global warming" anyway?
So Chief Pounds on Toes and I were dressed in our winter garb, which made the moving experience a little interesting.
Now I have moved under the following conditions: a snow storm with temps in the upper 20's, pouring rain and 40 degrees, and blazing hot in 100+ degree heat and 1000% humidity. An unholy trifecta of moving conditions.
Thanks to Dr. Toes for helping me. What an adventure. At least we have a cool story to tell.
My dogs don't know what in the heck to think about all of this moving stuff. They are a bit confused, since they've moved with me 4 times in the last 16 months. And then we get to move again in a few more weeks to months. Joy.
I'm gonna get back to work now. Gotta save the dogs of the greater Fort Worth area.
Gonna kick it now.
Keep on keepin' on.
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