Month: January 2008

  • I was going to bitch about the weather in AZ as I’m freezing my ass off, wearing a sweatshirt inside my house and at work and wearing a hat when I’m outside. Then I checked the thermometer and realized it was 39F oustide. And I needed a hat. It’s official – I’m a pussy.


    Joined Weight Watchers – or as many have dubbed it “The Cult”.
    I’m having no success on my own and I’m hoping that going to weekly meetings will give me (and Jen from work) some accountability to other folks as well as a reason to actually not eat like cows. I also was impressed with the group leader. He’s a 69 year old man who hikes the Grand Canyon rim to rim at least once a year. He does it in a day. It’s crazy.


    I am also taking a class on line through the community college – Nutrition. I think next semester I may do Arizona History or maybe a geology class. Community colleges are brilliant. I can take classes for $80/credit hour. Ghetto cheap and so nice to be taking classes again – even if they are just for fun.


    This weekend I’m doing Dream Dinners and will be prepping a whole bunch of food all in one go.


    And we’re going to go see Rambo! I was going to go last weekend but a friend from Bowling Green (my alma mater) was in town on Friday night and we went out instead. I love Tom!


     

  • 12 Concepts

    From the ACC out here in Phoenix, I got this as an email forward and would like to share it.



    In an on-going effort to express to the public how it “feels” to work at an Animal Shelter, the following twelve (12) Concepts have been developed for the employees by the MAZER Guild, a nonprofit Association for Euthanasia Technicians.  These concepts are posted at the Shelter to help the people who work directly with the animals cope with the emotional consequences of the mass euthanasia required by our society of surplus animals.  We share them with the public in an effort to form a bridge of understanding.  Thank you for thinking about these concepts.
     
    TWELVE CONCEPTS
    Twelve Concepts of working at an Animal Control Shelter and being required to perform or being responsible for the mass euthanasia of companion pets.
    I AM A EUTHANASIA TECHNICIAN.
    This does not mean that I KILL animals. It does mean that I have accepted the duty of releasing animals from a place where no one will accept the responsibility for them, for their lifetime.


     I AM IN THIS PLACE BECAUSE I CARE.
    Accepting the death of animals about which I care is difficult; having a part in effecting that death is even harder. I care enough to be here:  because I know that I intend to perform my tasks with perfection and professionalism.  Instead of leaving to chance the possibility that my agency would place this responsibility on someone who does not share my concerns?
     
    I CONFIRM THAT DEATH IS NOT THE WORST THING THAT CAN HAPPEN TO THESE CREATURES
    In my care and strive to administer a gentle exit for them. I would like to place them in homes, but not at any price. I do not operate a pet shop that will sell to anyone with the money at hand. Simply finding homes is not my mission, and will not “fix” the problem.


    I AM NOT GUILTY OF ANYTHING…
    But loving animals enough to work here. When those responsible for the unwanted animals they bring attempt to abandon their responsibility as they abandon those animals, and shift the blame to me, I will take the responsibility for administering euthanasia – but will not take the blame.


    I CANNOT SAVE THEM ALL!
    I must euthanize animals that become slightly ill, or simply have not been adopted and another deserves a chance, or, because of an epidemic, a whole run of animals. I must release pups and kittens with correctable medical problems – sacrifice them, to make room for the healthy ones. I must put down creatures that remind me of those with whom I have shared part of my life. These are facts that must be faced.


    I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THERE IS A SUBSTANTIAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE SORROW THAT I FEEL AND THE GUILT THE PUBLIC WOULD HAVE ME FEEL, and I will not be tricked into confusing the two. My sorrow is not my guilt.


    I WILL NOT BE OVERCOME BY PUBLIC IGNORANCE.
    My mission is not to highlight my sorrow but rather to accent their understanding. I cannot hate them for making me feel so badly. I cannot hate them for not knowing how badly they make me feel. I cannot hate them for not seeing more that one, or the few that they bring in (once, or rarely) and for not seeing the dozens, the hundreds, and the thousands. I will fight the darkness with light.


    I WILL, IN A NONJUDGMENTAL MANNER, ENCOURAGE DISCUSSION WITH THOSE WHO SURRENDER ANIMALS, AND SEEK TO HELP THEM;
    Acknowledge their concern about animals that die needlessly. Realize that we appreciate and need their help in expanding that message. When they challenge as if to dare me to answer in the negative. “You are going to find it a home, aren’t you?” I will respond with patience,  “I WISH WE COULD.” I WILL FURTHER GUIDE, “Thank you for your concern because, some days, we feel as if we are the only ones who care. Please help us by telling your friends of your concern, and that you do not like what must befall most of the animals at our shelter.”
     
    I WILL ADMIT THE PAIN AND THE SORROW.
    I know that I cannot cry over each animal or I will not be here long to cry at all. I confront my pain, however, I will not deny it, and I am not ashamed to be human. I do not like this waste, but would feel bad, indeed, if I could not intervene.


    I WILL IDENTIFY MY ROLE, MY RESPONSIBILITY, AND THE REALITY OF EUTHANASIA AT ANY AND ALL OPPORTUNITIES.
    I will not be isolated by this matter. There is no cure for an unnamed disease. There is no healing without identification, correction, and displacement. It is better to help people understand than to make them feel bad – as I have been made to feel bad.


    I WILL FIND SOMETHING OR SOMEONE TO LAUGH AT!
    Sick, or graveyard, humor is acceptable when properly expressed around comrades. No person laughs at death, or at those dying, but laughs to keep from being overcome by the seriousness of the event are ok. To laugh is healthy. To be overheard by those who do not walk in our shoes is not smart, nor is it fair. They simply cannot know our pain, and must not be subjected to our therapy.


    I WILL BE THERE TO PREPARE OTHERS WHO WALK IN THE ANIMAL CARE AND CONTROL AREA FOR THE IMPACT OF EUTHANASIA.
    Those in my company will not have to face this trauma alone. I owe support because I received support.
     
    Feel free to pass this along to anyone you think may need it. Don’t forget, we are all in this together!



     

  • You know you wanted it.

    Pictures, I mean. Not sex. Though, likely enough, you probably want that too.


    Pictures of Ripley from Josh’s cell phone (which, currently is better and faster than our digital camera and the battery lasts longer).


    First – The monkey sit.


     Isitlikeamonkey


    Indiana sits like this too. It’s like their butt is too good to be on tile or something. Please disregard the dirty spots on the tile next to Ripley and pretend that they’re supposed to be there or something. I really need to mop.


    Next – rare moments of laying down!


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    Look, she’s nearly asleep in the last one and not doing anything naughty or biting Mr Dog (she especially likes his tail, ears and face as her own personal chew toys!)


    And finally – my favorite picture that I just wish was better resolution – Big Brother, Little Sister


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  • Have new puppy.

    And therefore, pretty much no time.


    Her name is Ripley and she’s a 22 pound, 4 month old Red Heeler/Australian Cattle dog. She’s the red morph of the same breed as Indiana.


    She is also the boss of him. Entirely. She don’t take NO shit from him, even though she’s about half his size. She’s used to tangling with 4 to 6 adult cattle dogs at a time and just one isn’t even enough to really slow her down. Poor Indiana! He’s having some major adjustments right now.


    She’s housebroken (about 95%), crate trained, good in the car, good with other dogs, good with cats and relatively well mannered (she is, after all, a cattle dog and does love to chew on me).


    Pictures will come as soon as she holds still long enough for my old ass camera to get a good picture of her.

  • So.


    Last weekend was busy.


    I spent Saturday at my PhD’s house – cooking of all things! We had a cooking class/party with all the folks from work. There was ethnic cooking on the part of those who have actual ethnic heritage (kung pao chicken, wonton soup, spring rolls rolled by hand, tiramisu, steamed pork meatballs….) and just generalized cooking from those of us who have no ethnic heritage (I made black bean soup). It was six hours long and more fun than I had feared. But still not the best way to spend Saturday – a little too much craziness I think.


    Sunday we went to Green Valley and delivered Sophie (our foster dog) to her foster-to-adopt home. Seems like a potentially good match (assuming Sophie can get on some happy OCD meds…) We also had Jimmy John’s. I love Jimmy John’s. Someday, someone will open one in Phoenix. But for now, I’ll settle for having to drive to freakin’ Tucson for my Beach Club.


    This coming weekend will be even busier!


    We leave at about 4am on Friday morning (Thursday night) to drive Levi (someone else’s foster dog) to his adoptive home in Las Vegas. We will also have Mr Dog with us as we leave from Vegas to go to Sacramento, CA where we are going to meet the puppy mentioned in the previous post (tentatively named Ripley – get the humor there? I am very clever with dog names, you know).


    I’d like to say that we’re going to meet the breeder and ask all the right questions and all that jazz. But I’m already in love with little Miss Ripley the Ripper – she’s freakin’ adorable. AND! And! And, her mother’s name was Cheyenne which was the name of my dog who died when I was in high school. It is fate? Nah. Probably just chance but human brains look for patterns and this is one pattern I like.

  • I have no original thoughts and therefore I stole this from here:


    1. What’s your favorite children’s book?


    Only one? Eesh. Um. I can’t do it!!!



    2. What’s your favorite type of cake?
    Yellow cake. Chocolate frosting. In cupcake format.

    3. What is the last song you listened to?
    “Party like it’s 1999″ but I don’t know who sang it.

    4. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says-
    “Albumin, the most important protein found in urine, along with globulins, usually indicate renal disease.” -Cuviello’s Reference Manual for Medical Technology, Vol 1, Ed 3

    5. What are your 3 best qualities?
    I am hard-working, blunt and extremely capable.

    6. Do you think you’re a kind person?
    No.

    7. What color is your toothbrush?
    Which one? Right now I have 5 active ones. One at work, one in the shower, one electric in my bathroom, one non-electric in my bathroom and one in Josh’s bathroom.

    8. Who was your first TV crush?
    Dean Cain from Lois and Clark.




    9. If you had to choose one celebrity couple to hang out with for the holidays, who would it be?
    Uh. Um. I got nothing, really. I can’t think of a celebrity couple right off the top of my head.

    10.  What’s your all-time favorite, most-repeated movie quote?


    “Now that don’t make no sense!”


    It’s from O Brother Where art thou? You know, the flick with George Clooney in it? It happens in the gopher eating scene with him and one of the other escaped convicts.

    11. What was your least favorite class in school?
    Economics. Still don’t get it.



    12. What was the last thing that made you laugh uproariously? 
    Dirty jokes with Tony at work or possibly when I was making fun of my boss’s lack of hair… 

    13. If you had to choose between a million bucks or the ability to fly, which one would you choose?
    Fly. I can make a million with that ability.

    14. Where were you when 9-11 happened?
    I had just gotten to work at American Express Financial Advisors where I worked as a secretary when I was in college.

    15. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
    Nothing besides say shit.

    16. Name three things that you have on you at all times?
    Nothing. Half the time I forget my keys, my purse and my cell phone. I am terribly forgetful.

    17. Can you change the oil on a car?
    If I have to. But I don’t want to.

    18. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?


    It was someone asking me to go eat suishi this weekend.

    19. Do you like to cook?
    Not really.

    20. Would you rather wake up after surgery and find that they’ve accidentally given you Barbra Streisand’s nose or Dolly Parton’s breasts?
    The nose. The breasts would be a major impediment in my daily life. The nose only would make me wince everytime I looked in the mirror.

    21. What shampoo/conditioner do you use?
    Some special one for hard water as well as one for dark hair since I just dyed my hair the color “Midnight Ruby”

    22. What are you wearing?
    Cords and a stripey shirt. Panties, bra, socks and shoes.

    23. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
    Working in a lab in AZ.



    24. What do you think of this quiz?
    Um. It’s a quiz.

    25. What’s the last book you finished?
    Owlknight

    26. What fictional character is most like you? 
    None. I pretty much think I’m either unique or that no one else (including fictional characters) would admit to being like me.



    27. Do you like to dance?
    Only the happy monkey dance. And only when ALONE.

    28. What did you have for dinner LAST NIGHT??
    I’m unsure why last night is so exciting but I had sweet and sour shirmp stir fry and flax tortilla chips with mild salsa

    29. What’s your favorite painting?
    I like the old classics but couldn’t really name just one that I liked a whole lot.

    30. If you could have any kind of hair in the world, what kind would you want?


    Bright red curly Annie hair. Seriously. That is what I’ve always wanted.

  • “Go
    through your weblogs from 2007.  Take the first sentence from each
    month and write it down!  It’s kind of like a quick look back at the
    year! ”

    Stolen from

    January
    Scary thought: Wednesday is my five year anniversary with Xanga blogging.

    February
    More?

    March
    Kristy has requested an update.

    April
    One of the folks that I read on in Xangaland is getting a Blue Heeler (Australian Cattle Dog or Queensland Heeler) puppy

    May
    I don’t post enough.

    June
    We went tubing yesterday with my SIL who is visiting from Indiana.

    July
    I thought that our first foster doggie was supposed to be an easy one.

    August
    That thing that you don’t want to happen in AZ – yeah, it happened again.

    September
    Alli does indeed have treatment effects.

    October
    Yay Survey!

    November
    Watership Down by Richard Adams.

    December
    Nothing of excitement.