Gasp!

So, Facebook has become even more important as a part of my life of late. I now have several games that I play regularly (I love Scrabulous!) and I have found a way to incorporate my professional life with Facebook to an even greater degree. Not only do I manage the FB profile of Tad, but I now manage the ITS page in FB. Yes, that is right, when I FB at 10pm at night... I may in fact be "working"-- how great is that?
Of course, the FB world is not without its potential pitfalls. My FB profile is personal. I keep it marked private and support politicians through it (Obama '08!) and have things that I would not want just anyone to see necessarily. Last night I received a FB friend request from a certain individual whose name just happens to be the name of the crazy professor I called the police on a few weeks back. This is where the "gasp!" comes in. I read the email message that this person wanted to be my friend. Gasp! Do I reject the crazy person possibly shoving them off the edge? Do I accept the invitation and bring crazy into my online home? I decide to ignore and hope I am quickly forgotten.
When I logged into FB this morning there was the request. Curious, I clicked it open and there was someone I do not recognize. Not the same crazy prof but someone with the same name. Bear in mind, I still don't know who this person is, but he has 4 friends in common with me. Well, if he is friends with those 4 people, it must be alright for me to accept him as a friend. That makes not sense!!! I would purposely ignore crazy, set my profile to private, but let in someone I know I do not know simply because he is a common friend. Furthermore,I really doubt the 4 other people who share him in common actually know him. They barely know each other so I don't see how their paths could intersect when he is in London and is way too young. He is probably genuinely friends with one person, but in my new sense of online protectiveness, that is not enough. Sorry Mr. London Young Guy whose name is the same as Prof. Crazy-- you are being rejected after you were accepted. The borders of my life must be secured.

Another Trip around the Sun

So, my husband turns 36. (Happy Birthday Bubby!) We are not doing anything in particular to celebrate today. He is scheduled to work this evening, and that is a bit of a bummer. I just wanted to spend a couple of lines being cheesy and wishing him a wonderful night. I love you, bubby. I am glad we enjoyed another trip around the sun together and look forward to your party on Saturday. I will be staying up late just for you.

Cheney Thinks Public Health Threats = Not Our Business?!

new statements by Jason Barnett, the former associate deputy administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency have revealed that Vice President Cheney’s office sought to delete testimony by the CDC in congressional hearings last fall which proves the negative health consequences for human beings as a result of climate change.

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Life Lessons from a Rottie

After a wonderful meal of curried chicken and a split of Segura, I came home yesterday to a kitchen, hall, and bed covered with garbage. My husband's rottie mix (a born archeologist) decided to excavate the kitchen's trash container. A thorough researcher, she pulled the trash bag out and deposited the contents across a wide swath of surface. The most interesting items she brought back to her lab (read: my bed) to inspect more closely.
Her research had lasting lessons for me as well. Here are my take aways:
1. I should empty the trash before I leave.
2. Sweeping after a full meal including bubbly and too much food is not a good idea (every time you bend down to use the dustpan, you taste a bit of your dinner again)
3. I eat a ton of cherries and pistacios
4. My husband does not recycle as much as he ought.

Unfinished Business

So, July is apparently the month for restarting old projects and hopefully finishing them. Our backyard has looked like a Laotian jungle for over a decade. I have plans and a person committed to fixing it, but sometimes (like for the last couple of years) unable to work through the process to completion. So when a couple years go by (or should I say grow by), he has to start all over again. This he did this past weekend. Yay! So, now I can see how vast my backyard actually is. I can see my lemon and peach trees and fence line. One day... hopefully this year... I will see an actual garden like environment.
Now I am in domestic diva mode. I bought a lawn mower yesterday and called the plumber today. Going to finally fix the two leaks and get a new s-pipe in the bathroom sink. Would like a new bathroom sink, but don't think that is going to happen. What will be next? An electrician? an HVAC person? Only the house will tell.....

I Think Kristy Reads My Blog

So I went in to the Vet yesterday to pick up my puppy with the clean teeth.... and yes, she is still alive and healthy. Vindication! Only when I walked in, Kristy immediately perked up and said "Hello, Ms. Thompson, it is good to see you. Your baby is just fine. I will be right with you." GASP! My first thought was, no joke, "She must read my blog."
So, hi Kristy... I don't think you suck so much now. I am pretty easy that way.

They are all out to get you... or at least Kristy is

So, I try not to be too paranoid... okay at least without some sort of possible justification even if it just lives in my mind. I think Kristy the front counter girl at my Vet's office does not like me and purposely tries to annoy me. I call the Vet fairly regularly as I am the co-owner of a frickin zoo... 5 cats and three dogs for those of you at home counting.
I called a couple of weeks ago to schedule a Saturday appointment for my two newest cats. Kristy took the call and we made the appointment for two days later. I packed up my cats into their carriers and trudged into the Vet fifteen minutes prior to my appointment. They had no record of me having an appointment... none. It was not even like there was some confusion about the day. Fortunately, my vet makes a fortune off of me and knows my value as a consumer. She fit me in and I hardly had to wait at all. It was just a bit embarrassing showing up without an appointment.
That alone would not be enough to get my paranoia engaged. It was when I called the next week to schedule my dog Cixous's dental appointment and she said, "Oh, its you." And, yes, she said it "that way." You know what I mean, like her stomach just clenched and she vomited a bit in her mouth.
This all stemmed from my first bad encounters with her. She just is not very good at customer relations. I have twice been ignored while she worked at the front counter. All I expect is an acknowledgement of my existence and the words, "I am sorry for the wait. I will be right with you." She does not do this. On the second encounter, she helps someone who is not even a regular customer while I wait for the pain meds for my then dying dog. After twenty minutes of waiting, (yes, 20) she informs me that the vet left and did not leave the script. I explain that he should have and that I need it. She looks at me blankly. Apparently of the three vets at this clinic, two are out and one is at lunch. I expect that one of them could be reached so that my dying dog can be relieved of pain. She suggests I try back later. I suggest she call the vet now. Ever since then, she treats me like I am the most horrid person.
Perhaps I am projecting somewhat as I do feel bad for being a bit of a bitch and demanding that I get the script. But my dog did in fact die three days later and enjoyed her last days only because of the meds.
I hate Kristy.