Archive for June, 2007

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I wasn’t even born in 1972!

June 29, 2007

This week I filled out one of those ridiculous and still somehow completely and totally addicting survey thingies on Myspace.  100 questions about me.  One of the questions was “what is to your left?” or something inane like that.  So I get to this question and I look to my left and start to type out: Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72  ’cause, well, ’cause that is what was to my left, this 3 CD set that I’ve been meaning to listen to for awhile.  But the thing is that, while I’m typing this all out, my DSL starts going wonky and I get disconnected in the middle of writing this.  So frustrating.  So I go back to Myspace and start filling out the survey again.  Again I get to the “to the left” question and again, I start to write out Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72 and AGAIN I get disconnected.  So AGAIN I go back to Myspace and start the damned thing again and get to the left question and again I start to type out Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72.   (So incredibly interesting that this was the only answer that was consistently the same each and every time I had to fill this thing out.)   And, well, you guess it.  So I take a break.  I go upstairs.  I drink some beer.  I eat some pizza.  I hang out.  I go to the garage.  Then I come back down and try it again.  This time I finally managed to type out Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72 and I get the darn thing posted on the stupid Myspace that is completely and totally retarded and yet I’m still drawn to the thing like stink to a hippie.  FINALLY I get it posted.  And tonight I sit down at my desk and decide that I’m going to write and guess what is to my left?  That’s right.  Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72.  So I decide to give it a listen.  After all, I’d written the title of it four and a half million times.  And I’m listening to it and loving it and start to write this post and let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, it wasn’t until that very second, just a very few minutes ago, that it occurred to me that I could have just typed out “Dead Cds.”  And that, my friends, is why you should never expect perfection from your children … it makes for fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup adults.

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In case you haven’t noticed …

June 28, 2007

There’s some groovy tunes playing on this page – it’s worth listening to.  Check the lyrics, check the artist.

 

GOD, GUNS & MONEY (PT 1)
(RADIO EDIT)

GOD, GUNS & MONEY IS ALL SOME UNDERSTAND
BUT JESUS NEVER WALKED AROUND WITH A WEAPON IN HIS HAND
THE SCENE IS SCARY WHEN THE INSANE RULE THE DAY
GOD, GUNS & MONEY THE AMERICAN WAY

GOD, GUNS & MONEY EACH ONE TO REVERE
SAVE ME, FALSE PROTECT ME, BRING ON THEM LAZY YEARS
THE PICTURES CRAZY, COMPASSION’S IN THE GRAVE
GOD, GUNS & MONEY THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND RAVE

GOD, GUNS & MONEY CAN’T TAKE AWAY THE FEAR
OF SELF-CREATED NEURO-SPIN IN A LOCKED OUT HEMISPHERE
PSYCHIATRIST ARE RICHER, PHARMACEUTICALS PAVE THE WAY
GOD, GUNS & MONEY THE DRUGS THAT WE CRAVE

GOD, GUNS & MONEY ALL THREE WORK IN STRIDE
A DEADLY COMBINATION DESIGNED TO TURN THE TIDE
THE STORM IS BREWING, HEAT RISING HIGH
GOD, GUNS & MONEY WON’T SOMEBODY TELL ME WHY?

WE’RE DROWNING DEEP IN LIES
TO KEEP AN ILLUSION ALIVE
DARK CLOUDS HOVER IN THE SKY
WHERE BRAVE EAGLES USED TO FLY

GOD, GUNS & MONEY BRING A CHILL DEEP TO MY BONES
WHEN I HEAR INNOCENT VILLAGERS DIED IN A FREE FIRE ZONE
MIDDLE FINGER FOREIGN POLICY, DIPLOMACY EXTINCT
GOD, GUNS & MONEY HOW SICK CAN WE THINK?

GOD, GUNS AND MONEY, WHEN WILL THE BUBBLE BURST?
THEY’LL CUT THE TONGUE RIGHT FROM YOUR MOUTH, THE ARTISTS WILL BE FIRST
IF YOU VOTED FOR IT YOU SHOULD BE SENT OFF TO WAR
GOD, GUNS AND MONEY JUST WAIT FOR WHAT’S IN STORE

GOD, GUNS & MONEY GIVE THE RIGHT TO PLUNDER LAND
THOUGH THE CHICKENHAWKS CAN’T EVEN FIND THEIR ASS WITH
BOTH THEIR HANDS DOCTRINE’S IN MOTION, THE CRUSADES IN FULL SWING
GOD, GUNS & MONEY CROWN AMERICA KING

Make sure your speakers are on and give this little dittle a listen or two.  And be sure to check out Brian Stoltz.

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An unlikely role model

June 28, 2007

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I’m so freaking tired.  Just so. damned. tired.  I never thought I’d live to see the day where I find myself envying Homer Simpson.

Lucky bastard.

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Hips Don’t Lie

June 25, 2007

I just spoke with the vet.

Hank DOES have Hip Dysplasia, but we caught it at the beginning-ish of it’s onset.    He’s too grown for preventative surgery, so at this point, all we can do is maintenance.  He’ll be on pain meds for the first week and then as needed and then we’ll have to do Glucosamine supplements daily for the rest of his life to help to delay the inevitable onset of arthritis. (This is the medical treatment listed in the link above.)

The good news is that it is not life threatening.  He will have good days and bad days.  He will be able to manage his own care – if he hurts, he’ll lay down.  If he feels good, he’ll get up.  He’ll be around for a long time, we all hope.

I wonder if I get a copy of his x-rays?  That would be so cool.  From what the vet says, they’re awesome, very clear pictures of his hips, that tell the whole story.

And they don’t lie.

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I’m so nervous, I feel like I’m gonna puke on my sandals

June 25, 2007

I just dropped my Hanka Hanka Burnin’ Love off at the animal hospital.  Although he’s acting so much better this morning, he’s still not right.  He’s still laying around, he’s still limping, he’s still not playing fetch or running or anything.

Of course, Hank was too freaked out and in pain to be examined fully.  And, well, he is huge, so it’s not like they can manhandle him (or that I would want them to.)

The vet took him for a walk around and said, “Wow, you’re right – he does seem to be limping on both sides!”  And then she mentioned the most terrifying words a dog owner can hear – Hip Dysplasia (okay, Parvovirus might be more horrific than Hip Dysplasia, but not by much.)  Since he’s so big (83 lbs 9oz of solid muscle,thankyouverymuch,) they decided that they cannot x-ray him without putting him under anesthesia.  And, of course, anesthesia comes with risks and tests and other stuff going on….

I called B and gave him the price estimates for the least expensive treatment (pain pills) and the full work up (pre-anesthesia blood work, heartworm check, anesthesia, 3 x-rays, tendon exam, nail exam, nail trim, removal of his damaged dew claw, pain pills, etc.) and we discussed what should be done.  And then I heard my husband say the words that a dog owner loves to hear, “I don’t care what it costs – we’re not losing this dog because of money.  He’s there, we have the money, I don’t have a problem paying for it.  I’d rather have Hank than a new deck any day.”

And I handed my Hanky Baby over.  He’ll be held until 2pm and then they’ll do the blood work, anesthesia, and x-rays.  They will call me when the procedures are done and we’ll take it from there.   By the end of the day, I’ll be writing a check for $400+ to my vet, but at least we’ll know something.

😦

Cross your fingers, folks. 

And send beer.

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OMG, Full on Mama Freak Out in progress…

June 24, 2007

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It hurts, Mom!!!

Something is wrong with Hank.  I don’t know what is going on, but I’m about to have some sort of freaking cosmic mental breakdown.

I noticed that he was limping a little bit Friday night.  Up on close inspection of his front left foot, I saw that he had a little injury to the nail on that bizarre top wannabe toe that most owners have removed.  He was in good spirits, but no big deal.  Saturday morning, he was fine -absolutely no indication of a limp or any pain.  I took him to the doggy park yesterday afternoon and, after our walk, he started limping again!

Today – he can barely get up and down.  He seems to be favoring one of his hind legs as well as one of his front paws.  He won’t run or jump or play.  He barks and whines and only wants to sit on my lap (all 80lbs of him.)  When he does walk, he is very slow and limps horribly.

There are no vets open on Sundays and the ones with Emergency hours don’t consider this an emergency.  I wish my heart felt the same way!

I’ve read my doggie vet book and have deduced that he either has – hip dysplasia, arthritis, a sprain, a pulled muscle, degenerative kidney disease, a slipped or herniated disc, a broken toe, or a splinter.  I’m telling you, that book is so very helpful.  :{  Needless to say, I’ll be on the phone at 7:30 sharp tomorrow morning.

My sweet Hanky!

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Me Spleen’s a Breakin’

June 23, 2007

You think I’m funny?  You gotta check out Kimmah!

Seriously.