LMRC

Petfinder.com is a site that helps you locate a homeless pet to adopt; i have added the link to my list on the right for when you need it

it's about time
do ya think it might start to sink in that he isnt king of the world and maybe not even of the USA

today is the first day with no rain in some time
i was gonna say first dry day, but that just wouldnt be accurate
the yard is swampy and all ready for its own alligator or some turtles and a mayhaps a pelican or three; i know many people think that everyone in louisiana lives in a swamp and gets to work by pirogue and rassles gators for fun; well, it isnt true, except for maybe the rasslin part, but only with horny bois dressed like gators

the sun was shining today---whoooo--hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!yeeehaaaaa!!!and all that redneck kinda noise.....
i showed the babies that the sun was out and told them they could go outside
they went to the door and looked around and then went back to bed;lazy bitches, getchasses outside so i can clean dammit!
poor lil things have been trapped inside except for quick runs outside to pee or poop and then running back in and shaking themselves dry and laying pitifully around; now they dont remember how to chase bugs and roll in smelly spots and crunch on stix and leaves---jj may need to stop by and romp with them

i read in his blog that he wormed his way out of attending a KISS concert
i bet HE isnt in the doghouse for not going; C & B are prolly still talking to HIM

anywho, i am off topic
hmmm what was the topic
i dont think i really had one
i think i may go shopping
Bed Bath and Beyond is my new fave money-absorber
maybe chat tonight???durly's anyone?
and what exactly IS wrong with chrisco?
and what is this about durly moving?
and where the hell has stanley disappeared to?
and and and i feel kinda outta the loop.....

it distresses me to see so many of my former students end up in jail
really, i should quit reading that portion of the paper
today there were two
one of them was from my first year as a teacher, stella
stella is now 27 years old and was found guilty of one count of theft over $500 and other charges including possession of cocaine with intent to distribute were dropped
she was sentenced to a year in prison
stella was one of my favorite students of all time
i also taught both of her sisters
i'm sure this is especially troubling to her family since her mother passed away earlier this year(i should stop reading the obits page too)

is there more that i could do to shape these young lives while they are in my care?
i tell myself that i do all i can, all i know how....
it's why we keep going to more training to try to do more and to do better
sometimes, though, it just breaks your heart

a doberman is bigger than a possum
muuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bigger

when the landlord had come by to check out the pipe situation last weekend, he was looking under the house and in a startled voice exclaimed "there's a big dog under your house"

I calmly replied,"are you sure it isn't a possum or a coon?"
"it cant be my cat as the poor dear died recently"

"hmmmm, maybe so" he replied

it wasn't until after he had gone that I decided to try cutting of the hot water valve to see if I could at least get just cold water---cold is better than nothing, especially with the bladder the size of a pea

so I go out back to check it out and of course, the babies go with me
they start having a caniption fit, barking towards under the house
before I could ask what was up, there came a very loud, very deep response from below!!!!

omg, there IS a big dog under there

after getting my water back on and making sure that there were no further leaks,etc, I went to the other side of the house with a flashlight and, staying back a bit in mild terror that it might be a cujo, I take a peeky-peek under the house

well, I can see something move and it does look large
I move in a bit closer and then back away cuz out is a-comin'!!!!

it's a gigantic doberman!!!!!
and omgomgomg it wants to get closer!
I freeze and though watching it carefully, I do not make eye contact which could be interpreted as aggression; silly me it puts its enormous head under my hand encouraging me to pet him, sweet thing
I notice a slight limp and worry he is hurt and that is why he is hiding
he goes back under the house
nonono I don't want him there
the plumber is supposed to come tomorrow and will prolly refuse to go under the house with the abominable doberman under there
thinking quickly, I can only remember two nearby homes that have dobermans
a quick check with both reveals they aren't missing any
a call to the local animal shelter gets a machine that says if its an emergency call 911
well. I didn't consider it one so I call mel
no help from the animal angel; I get her voice mail

I go back out and call for big baby to come see
out he comes
he looks well fed and has tags, so he definitely belongs to someone; he's not a stray
I clap my hands and tell him to go home boy!
he looks at me quizzically and then off he runs
damn, i'm good!
i realized later that he had probably gone under there earlier to get out from the rain and thunder and lightening which was truly wicked and frightening.
I hope he's home
I took a drive about the general vicinity later and didn't see him and I haven't seen him on any of my walks with my dogs, so I have high hopes that he is where he belongs

oh the joys of living in old houses
the charm, the style, the history, the frayed wiring, the rusted pipes
well, since i am on "vacation" i was "spring cleaning" and when just finishing mopping the entire house, i hear a loud clanging from under the house and---yep, burst pipe

i turn off the water and call the landlord who comes by and looks under the house, but he decides it is something best dealt with by a professional

ever try to get a plumber on a sunday???
they dont even answer their phones
but at about 8 pm, my landlord phones and tells me that a mr harrington will call in the morning to set up a time, and since the pipe was a hot water pipe, i at least have cold water(after turning off the valve on top of the water heater, i was able to turn the water main back on)

after all that house cleaning, i needed a shower;brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
the last time i took a cold shower was when i was in el salvador in '98 for 3 weeks
no one in el salvador has hot water, except perhaps the american embassy and the fancy hotels; i was staying with manuel at his mother's; we didnt even have running water every day and on the days we did it was only for a couple of hours

anyway, i digress
where was i?
oh yes, the plumber

what a prick
and i say that in the sweetest way i can---while shoving my middle finger repeatedly into the air!
monday morning, i get up early, thinking that if he is like my father(a painter) he'll be up and working by 7
well, i wait
and wait
and wait
and wait and wait and wait and wait
around eleven, the landlady calls to see if i've heard from the man yet
nope
well lets give him a lil more time before we call someone else
why??????????????????

after lunch, the landlord calls and is surprised i havent been contacted yet, and says he will call the man-----apparently he had told the landlord that he had an appt with a contractor first and if that didnt pan out he would come straight to my house

well, apparently the big job panned out
harrumph!

well, i lay down to take a nap and i'll be damn if as soon as i fall asleep the asshole calls and wakes me up
"i couldnt find the paper i'd written your number on"
bullshit
"i'll be there shortly--i just have one little thing to do first"
liar
i get up and wait
and wait
and wait and wait and wait
boy was i pissed off!!!!
who says i'll be there shortly and then makes you wait for 3 hours????
by the time he got here it was almost 6pm, and he didnt even have the decency to be attractive
but he crawled under the house and after much banging and clanging, i again had hot water
and what a nice long shower it was!

i love spring and summertime
the sights, the sounds, the smells
i love the flowers, squirrels and birds
and walking down well worn trails

seeing men working hard
sweat-glistening from bare skin
hearing baby birds cry for food
and soft showers tap on tin

i wish for love and peace for all
no bombs nor bullets rain
on tops of heads of lil babes
may war earth's men refrain

jeff

cool email service that i found for those times you need an email acct and dont want to give out your real one
Mailinator

Ronald Reagan was not the worst president we ever had

see i can say something nice about the man!!!

really, i truly feel sorry for nancy; after being a caretaker for so long, you know she is totally lost and suffering from survivor guilt; i really dont expect her to live much longer, poor lost lil lamb(be nice jj)(and stanley)(and ken)(and dante)(and mel)(and maryclaire)(and jazz)(and max)(andandand everyone else!!)

every summer, i get addicted to a new game
this year. it looks like it will be Zuma at Yahoo! Games

give it a try and let me know how you do

Born Blonde?

Melodie calls me upset, crying
Mistletoe has been run over
Mel lives in the Carriage House of a mansion located on a 4 lane, major street in town which is actually part of Hwy 90, known as Broad Street here in town---and if you arent aware, she is an Animal Angel, which is a group of people that cares for strays and other unwanted animals; she not only feeds them, but makes sure they are all spay/neutered and takes care of other veterinary needs-----in more common terminolgy, she is one of those people with a dozen cats; some are so wild they cant be approached, except maybe by Mel

anywho, back to our story
mel, crying and upset
she has run out into the highway and picked up the mangled bloody remains of this squashed roadkill(sorry mel) and is rushing it to the vet when she calls me(btw, she is in uniform and on her way to work when she discovers the deed)

the vet assures her the cat is actually dead and mel rushes to get to work, nearly hysterical, as this is not the first loss she has suffered recently---her 19 year old companion, Misty passed away just recently

she just cant understand what he was doing in the street; he never went there. always preferring the quieter realms to the south, behind the manse

well the more she thought about it the more she wondered if this cat was one of "hers"
she goes back to the vet and asks if the cat had a notch in the ear(signifying that it was a cared-for animal by an Animal Angel, so that animal control wouldnt pick it up)

no notch

well, was it fixed?
no it has its testicles and the vet assures mel that they cant grow back(omg)

so mel goes back and carefully checks over the mangled remains and determines it isnt mistletoe

she rushes home and searches, and amongst the multitudes of wild and semiwilds, is the tame and loving mistletoe (who is no longer allowed outside)

AND

melodie DARES to compare this to my mistaken belief that Tigger(now really deceased) had died after I accidentally ran over her a few years back

i actually felt the thump/bump as i backed out the driveway and saw the poor dear run like a rabbit under the neighbor's house; after that i didnt see her for a good 10 days; i figured that she had run off and died from her injuries; i gave away her food, toys, advantage

then i see the bitch is living down the street, limping but alive
she thought i ran her down on purpose!!!!
poor tigger
anyway, i tempted her home with a can of tuna and all was well
the vet said she had some torn ligaments and needed a VERY expensive surgery to repair them but could live just fine with the limp(he swore it couldnt heal by itself------it f'ing did!!!in about 6 months, no more limp and no surgery thank you very much)

anyway, the two situations are nowhere near comparable
i didnt pick her up and bring her bloody corpse to the vet and then realize it was a mistaken identity

my roots are dark (hmmm that brings up an interesting image from a porn mag, but i digress)

who's the couyon(sp?)? me or mel?