My Rattie George

I'm sad tonight. George, (the first rat I ever brought home), an all brown rattie that I saved from being snake food from some dirty-ass pet store, has been ill for over a month now. He has been on two antibiotics at once, Albuterol, and Prednisone twice a day for the past month... and there was only an improvement for a couple of days.

He is constantly wheezing, and doing this coughing thing... trying to cough up the phlegm in his lungs... but rats don't have the ability to do this successfully. When I've been home, I carry his cage from room to room with me (which stresses him out, so I'm leaving him be tonight)... so I can make sure he's OK and so he has company. This may sound silly to some, but I love my rats like they were dogs or cats (of which I am allergic and not crazy about either anyway). My rats are my passion, my "palm dogs."

I came home from work this evening, and George had this red blood-like substance called Porphyrin, coming from his left eye. This means that he has severe respiratory distress, and it is causing him a lot of stress. I imagine he feels like I feel when my asthma is acting up, but I can use my inhaler(s), he cannot. He's just in a constant state of wheezing and difficult breathing. He's still walking around, up and down the levels of his cage, eating and drinking... but he's not doing well. If only he could let me know if / how much he is suffering!

I called my Vet, (the most compassionate and kind man I have ever met), who loves rats and has been treating George this whole time, and we agreed to try one more really strong medication on him for two or three days, see if we can see any improvement. I started him on it about 1/2 hr. ago. Now's the hardest part, which I talked about with Dr. Bock... What do I do if he doesn't get any better by Thurs.? I tried and tried not to get emotional on the phone, but I lost it. I found out my options, and if George hasn't improved by then, then he's not going to and I will have to make an unbelievably difficult decision on what to do. I won't type them here, because it's too difficult to even think about right now. I had my cry earlier and now I'm going to think good thoughts and hope for the best. (I'm in my bedroom, and I can hear him wheezing from the dining room.)

*sigh* This situation is so sad... and so am I.

Restroom Wall Humor

Written:
John Yeats Middle School
Suffolk, Virginia USA 23435
Women's restroom

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me,
So... throw me down,
and tie me up and show me that you like me.
_______________________
Written:
Brunswick Junior High School
Brunswick, Maine, USA 04011
Men's restroom, 1st floor

Fuck me
suck me,
make me bleed.
Kinky sex,
is what i need.

Middle School?? Junior High?? I don't recall reading, or even KNOWING about such things at that age... GEEZ! However, as for what I think about these two little "poems" at the age of 38... I digress. ;)

(Courtesy of http://www.thewritingsonthestall.com/)

Webmasters...

... who didn't think when they registered their URL.
("Lifted" from http://spadassin.blogspot.com)

Here's a list of some funny URLs, where the designer didn't thinking about how people would read the name of the site:

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Links!

I'm SO happy! Last night I was given a "lesson" on HTML. This resulted in my blog now having Amy's Blog Log, with links to the blogs I read regularly. Hooray! (I have been trying and trying, on my own, to figure out how to do this... to no avail.) AND, I now have links within my posts... to those I've mentioned who have blogs, web sites, etc.

I'm so happy I could just...

Kobe's Balls

First off... my Uncle is a very successful Chiropractor in NY state, plays rugby and polo, loves to water ski / jet ski, and snowmobile too. A bit of a "daredevil," but a regular guy. Except for his off-kilter, and a bit morbid sense of humor. :/ Not to mention, he's about 50 going on 25! haha

I spoke with him yesterday, and he told me a little story that I HAD to write about. *shaking head*

Relatively recently, he got a new dog, a Rotweiller (no comment) to keep his existing dog company. Well, this new dog, whom he named Kobe Bryant (my mistake to ask why), needed to be neutered. My uncle told the Vet that he wanted to watch the surgery, and, well... they let him! As he told me, "She (the Vet) popped out one of his balls and I said, I want to keep them." Wha? Huh? Why? Anyway, the Vet saw nothing wrong with this, and told the approximately 18 yr. old Vet Tech, "We need a jar of formaldehyde to put them in." As Chipper put it, "The kid took about two steps, looked at me and said, that's weird." hahahahaha EXACTLY what I'm thinking!

Fast forward to now.

Kobe is fine, and my Uncle keeps his balls in his SUV as a conversation piece / starter! He said that the other night he went to a local bar (where he knows everyone I guess) for a bite to eat and brought the jar in with him. He sat at the end of the bar, the bartender asked what was in the jar... and the conversation starts. *shaking head again* Seems the jar worked its way all the way down the counter at the bar, through the kitchen staff, and back to the bar. OK... I can see how this works as a conversation starter, but it just seems wrong! He even suggested seeing for myself... and he'd send them to me here in CO and I could "try it myself." I turned down the offer... some people (friends!) already think I'm a freak! ;) hahaha Doing this would just seal the deal I think.

If I get mail from him, I'm marking it "RETURN TO SENDER!" (The only balls I want to see are attached to the next man in my life. hee hee)

Things I LOVE...

In no particular order... and the list will keep growing. =D

1. My pet rats
2. Penises (hard or soft... they are equally intriguing)
3. Man nipples
4. The Autumn colors
5. My family
6. My friends and coworkers
7. My pet birds and betta fish (RIP Freckles 10/31/05)
8. Saying the perfect thing at the perfect time
9. Thunderstorms
10. Rainy day weekends
11. My favorite music
12. That I bought my own condo, and it rocks!
13. Decaf carmel soy lattes from Joe's (esp. if made by Joe)
14. People watching
15. Innocent flirting ;)
16. Mexican food
17. Having my own "office" at work
18. BOULDER!
19. El Taco Loco's salsa (muy cilantro!)
20. Trying to find the perfect red purse... finding it, and then finding out (before I buy it, thank goodness) that my new friend at work has the same exact one! haha To buy or not to buy?
21. Gerber daisies, daisies, and tulips
22. Chatting with my new friend "D"
23. Finding new jeans that actually fit right
24. Getting recent pictures of my Nieces
25. Hugging, kissing, playing with my Nieces
26. The fantasy of getting a new car (SUV would be nice)
27. Masturbating (Shhhhhhh! hehe)
28. Cuddling with someone special *sigh*
29. Productive / meaninful talks
30. Being in love
31. Country music (it moves me...)
32. Attending concerts
33. People-watching (Pearl St. is good for that)
34. Not having a headache or generally feeling like shit
35. 311!
36. My new "boy shorts"
37. When my laundry is caught up
38. Romantic comedies
39. Anticipating how my livingroom / kitchen will look when I finally paint a wall in each room "Cooper Molera Fandango Red"
40. Reading Duane's blogs
41. Watching The Apprentice on Thurs. nights
42. When it's getting closer to Friday
43. Taco Bell
44. Chris Rock and David Chappelle's stand up comedy
45. Getting a good deal on major car (engine) work =D

Ouch!

hahaha Today I came up with this great idea... I should re-pierce my belly button! Myself! I haven't had any jewlery in it in about 2 yrs., so I wasn't sure how this would go. I went into my bathroom, got my baggie of body-piercing jewlery that I've accumulated (since my navel and eyebrow have been pierced for many years... about 10 each.). I took the smallest gauge hoop I had and slowly but surely, managed to force it through the old piercing. All that I had to go by was the small dot on the upper part, where the hole once was. I don't have any of the balls that hold the hoop together with tension, so I had to come up with something else to put in the piercing. I chose the next smallest gauge that I had, which was a dumbell that I've had in my eyebrow. This was more difficult, since it's not curved like a hoop (which is what my piercing was done with), and... IT'S FATTER! This hurt a bit more, but I got it in! So, right now I am once again sporting a navel ring, and my eyebrow is currently bare. :(

Time to go clean it... all this writing about it is making it hurt a bit.

On TV!

Wooo Hoooo! Tonight my "Fantasy Husband" had a TV special on ABC. I damn near forgot about it, but at the last minute, I remembered... thank goodness! Kenny Chesney, for an entire hour, on "regular" TV... can't get too much better than that! Well, it could, but I won't get into that right now. (Other than the obvious... it would have been better without commercials.) And, I managed to scrounge up an old VHS with who-knows-what on it, and TAPED IT for later viewing. This may be one of those reasons that Duane calls me "Uber Dork."

BONUS: About a week ago or so, my TV / stereo was finally hooked up so that I can have stereo sound through my stereo speakers, rather than the TV. This came in VERY HANDY tonight while watching this program, and enjoying the musical (and visual) stimulation. Yay!

*Heavy sigh*

This is one of the most boring Sunday's I have had in a long time. Ugh! I tried to be productive... cleaning bird cages, didn't get to my rattie cages yet... but still BORING! I tried reading Cosmo, but reading always makes me tired. I watched lots of TV... that was OK, nothing exciting... just some reality show about Hulk Hogan's family. haha Several episodes of it at that.

As usual, I ended up falling asleep on the couch for a couple hours. Nothing like a early evening nap to throw off my sleep schedule. :/ I need to stay vertical when I'm on the couch, or it's inevitable that I'll fall asleep at some point, no matter what I'm watching or reading.

Three minutes until "Grey's Anatomy" comes on, so I'm off to bed to watch it.

More silly "Blogthings"

To alleviate my boredom, I've found myself back at blogthings.com, looking at the silly quizzes they have to take and post to blogs. Exciting Saturday night, huh? What's scary is, every once in a while I take one of these quizzes, and no matter how trivial and dumb it seems, the results ring true. When that is the case, I post them here... for an eyeroll and maybe a giggle... even if it is at my expense. hahaha Here's my latest: How are you in Love?

You fall in love quickly and easily. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

Very interesting...

These pics speak for themselves...

Music

Music, lyrics specifically, play a very large role in my life. I can hear a song that says exactly how I'm feeling at that moment, and I never would have been able to put it into such perfect words... I can put on a CD that fits my mood and sing and dance around all alone, get angry and let it out through the songs I'm hearing, or I can sit and cry as I listen to the words and feel the emotion. Most of the music that I own moves me in some way, and it MUST have lyrics, or I'm not interested.

As I'm sitting here this morning, I'm listening to Brad Paisley's "Time Well Wasted" CD, his latest and greatest, and Track 5 comes on, "She's Everything." It brings tears to my eyes, and I wonder why... I've heard this CD at least a hundred times already. Why the emotion NOW?? I thought about it for a few minutes, after getting up from the computer, and I know why!! I long for someone to feel about me the way that the man in this song feels about the woman he's singing about. I believe I had this once, and maybe... if I'm lucky... will have it again someday.

She's Everything
She's a yellow pair of running shoes
A holey pair of jeans
She looks great in cheap sunglasses
She looks great in anything
She's I want a piece of chocolate
Take me to a movie
She's I can't find a thing to wear
Now and then she's moody
She's a Saturn with a sunroof
With her brown hair a-blowing
She's a soft place to land
And a good feeling knowing
She's a warm conversation
That I wouldn't miss for nothing
She's a fighter when she's mad
And she's a lover when she's loving

And she's everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
I talk about her, I go on and on and on
'Cause she's everything to me

She's a Saturday out on the town
And a church girl on Sunday
She's a cross around her neck
And a cuss word 'cause its Monday
She's a bubble bath and candles
Baby come and kiss me
She's a one glass of wine
And she's feeling kinda tipsy
She's the giver I wish I could be
And the stealer of the covers
She's a picture in my wallet
Of my unborn children's mother
She's the hand that I'm holding
When I'm on my knees and praying
She's the answer to my prayer
And she's the song that I'm playing

She's the voice I love to hear
Someday when I'm ninety
She's that wooden rocking chair
I want rocking right beside me
Everyday that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she's the one
That I'd lay down my own life for
And she's everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She's everything to me
Yeah she's everything to me
Everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She's everything to me

Who SHOULD NOT wear thong underwear

I was faced with this very "issue" just yesterday, when I turned around and saw a not-so-petite woman with a not-so-petite ass bending down to lift something. To my horror, what I couldn't help but see was... not just your ordinary thong, but a STRING THONG coming out from above the waistband of some very tight hiphugger jeans. I have been traumatized by this vision, and I now know that thongs are NOT for everyone!!! (Nor are hiphuggers for that matter!)

I am 5'4" and weigh 114 lbs., and not even I can pull off a string thong and look sexy... in fact, I'm not even sure if my run of the mill thongs look all that sexy on me either, but I'd like to think they do. ;) However, my "cup-o-soup size ass," multiplied times 3 or 4 sure as hell looks even worse than on my worse thong day! Plain and simple, it just shouldn't be done.

I wonder if this person, the person that has caused me such frightening visions, has one of those fun-house mirrors at home that makes her look thinner than she really is?