Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I'm Going to Bed Now

Do with that what you will.




Image: http://talesfromanopenbook.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/rebeccamiller.jpg

Funness!

Now I just need to get a nifty 21st Century phone doohikey...

Art App after my very own heart

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Random Thoughts Throughout the Day

I love how Cleo smells.

Today is Wednesday.

They shouldn't make some of the Arizona Tea bottles look like hard whiskey. Makes drinking in the car tricky.

I need more fruit in my diet.

Chocolate.

I have a box full of dead batteries that I know I'm not supposed to throw in the regular trash but take to a proper disposal place. Where is this fictitious place?

The children principle works for dogs as well: If you have two dogs, they will be polar opposites.

I work in a cubicle. How the hell did that happen?

I like my freckles, dammit.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A Bowl of Kibble A Day...

I've gotten emails asking for an update on Coco and how he's doing after the surgery. He's doing well, thank goodness. Yesterday I took him back to the vet to have his sutures taken out, and he didn't seem to have a bad reaction to being there again. I'd never seen him so miserable as those days before his surgery, so I was wondering if returning there would frighten him in any way.

Instead, he was the Coco that we all know and love, making friends with all the receptionists and nurses. He's still rather intolerant of other dogs in his vicinity, though. At one point there was a small boxer in the waiting area with us, but a huge aquarium divided the area into two sitting lounges and the two dogs couldn't see each other. Somehow, they got wind that the other was there and began a volley of barking. Nothing in the slightest way aggressive, just more informative. Like, "Are you there?" "Yep, I'm here." "Still there?" "Yep, still here." The young boxer had a bit of a yelp in his bark, like "Arf" whereas Coco has a gruff "Big Guy" warbling bark like, "Whorf." So they made quite the duet, taking turns the way they did.

They eventually took away the young boxer and it was just us in the waiting area. Just as I saw a HUGE Great Dane heading towards us from the parking lot, Coco was called in, oh, lucky stars. He'd been petted by every nurse, one had to clean up after him when he peed in the center of the area, and another asked him to shake hands and gave him treats.

All went well with the surgeon. He'll remain off meds for another week so that we can monitor his behavior because he's been sort of sluggish, but we want to be able to identify if it was just aftermath of surgery or if this lack of energy has to do with his med alteration. In general, though, I've noticed that since last Saturday he's getting that spring back in his step. That makes me very happy.

My favorite picture of him:

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Mr. Sandman

I dunno what's up with me lately. I can't seem to shake off this sleepiness. Just finding it hard to clear out the sand in my eyes every morning.

Then, yesterday, I had a plate of pasta with broccoli and I was out like a light. I mean out. I felt like I had been drugged. This is the second time I feel this way after eating pasta. I think that I so rarely include it in my diet that when I do happen to ingest the stuff, it just works like a drug and the carb crash is overpowering. I slept most of the day. I'm not talking about a brief nap.

Today, the effects are mostly gone, though I still feel sort of groggy. I'll be making a dinner of salmon and broccoli salad, so as to keep all food light and fresh.


*Image: http://www.nightclub.com/files/ncb/uploads/nodes/2009/991/RipVanWinkle.jpg

With All Due Respect



I got a question a few posts ago and it coincided with my own inner rumblings, so I'll address it here.

Where do I get my images? Well, I'll tell ya. I get them online. I do an image search on Google, and I also do an image search on deviantart.com, a wonderful site full of fantastic original artwork of truly amazing quality.

Now, having said that, I recognize that most images on line are sort of a free-for-all, though not all of them, and certainly not the ones on deviantart.com. Here lies the conundrum. Some of the images that I've used have the artist or website that they come from already incorporated, so I feel ok about using them, besides which I'm not using the images for any profit or gain whatsoever. And let's face it, it's not like this place gets much traffic. *Snort*.

Still, I'm going to take the steps necessary to be sure and always attribute any images that I use by including a footnote at the end of each post. I'm an Art Historian and a critic at heart. I can't help but have a fascination with images. But if anything gets posted here, I've never done so with any intention of claiming credit whatsoever. If I've posted an image it's because I've found it beautiful and striking in some way, not to mention relevant to my ramblings. So I can only hope that artist would take my "borrowing" as a compliment, as it is meant no other way.



*Image: pageweb.com

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Fragile, Handle With Care

Delicate flower that I am, I'm almost embarrassed to admit the following. Almost, but there is such a thing as being able to laugh at one's self. So here it is.

I work with my brain much more successfully than with my brawn. Yesterday, I was asked to prepare marketing packets for a business convention. You know the drill: go down the line and grab one page from each stack, then place in the pocket of the folder, close folder, stack. I prepared 200 packets.

Today, my hands hurt.

'Nother Day, 'Nother Quake


Apparently this one was in the fives as well, but since I was driving around, doing errands, I remained completely unaware until returning home and switching on the television.

Centered in San Diego, I'm guessing I would have otherwise felt it.

You'd think, by the way, that having grown up in this here region of the world, that I'd have all my ducks in a row. Not the case.

Many moons ago, I had a very organized kit in the car that took into consideration such emergencies as car failure and natural disasters. I had a side of the road kit with jumper cables, flashlight, flares, blanket, radio, and empty gas container. And I had a kit with water, some power bars, a pair of old sneakers, pen, paper, and first aid kit.

Then my old jalopy got broken into. Piss. They took everything in the trunk and I've never gotten around to replacing all those things. I'm guessing it's time to get off my butt.

Saturday, July 3, 2010