Isn't North Korea developing nuclear missles and pointing them at us?
Isn't there civil unrest verging on civil war in Iran?
Didn't Farrah Fawcett die yesterday?
You're never know it on Fox News.
What the hell am I doing watching Fox News to begin with? Well, when you live in the STAUNCH Republican South Louisiana and you eat lunch in public, you aren't left with much choice.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Michael Jackson's Corpse.
So, where were YOU twenty minutes ago when MJ croaked?
Me, at work. reading about it on CNN. Because I work in a library.
Wow.
Me, at work. reading about it on CNN. Because I work in a library.
Wow.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
April Rose?
I always stumble upon this shit two days too late.
Who, or what, is April Rose, and what's all the fuss about?
Anybody, please?
Who, or what, is April Rose, and what's all the fuss about?
Anybody, please?
Monday, June 8, 2009
Dog Drug Rehab
So, did you know that June bugs are made of crack?!
Because that's the only explanation for Miss Daisy's evening obsession. She cries, whines, and barks to go outside, in the 118% humidity, just to catch and eat as many brown little fuckers as possible before being angrily dragged back up two flights of stairs. She then proceeds to sit at the tightly shut patio door and freaking attack the glass in a futile attempt to ingest even more nasty, pricky, crunchy insects of crack.
As I type, she's invading my personal space, eyes wide and pleading, "Moooooooommaaa, pease take me outsiiiiiiiiide. I need to eats s'more bugses!"
(Yes, to answer your question, Daisy speaks fluent LOLCat.)
Because that's the only explanation for Miss Daisy's evening obsession. She cries, whines, and barks to go outside, in the 118% humidity, just to catch and eat as many brown little fuckers as possible before being angrily dragged back up two flights of stairs. She then proceeds to sit at the tightly shut patio door and freaking attack the glass in a futile attempt to ingest even more nasty, pricky, crunchy insects of crack.
As I type, she's invading my personal space, eyes wide and pleading, "Moooooooommaaa, pease take me outsiiiiiiiiide. I need to eats s'more bugses!"
(Yes, to answer your question, Daisy speaks fluent LOLCat.)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A Daisy Diagnosis
After a medium-sized freak out (not naming any names...*cough* David), and just short of too much money at the Acadiana Emergency vet, we have a diagnosis.
The Dais was over-prescribed her antibiotics and suffered a seizure. Not a big one, just a little one, but a seizure none the less. Seems the vet we took her to last week prescribe a 22lb dose for my 13lb dog. See, she was behaving less than cordially that afternoon so we brought her to the vet in her kennel. She and the kennel together weighed in at just under 22 lbs. The vet tech never weighed the kennel sans thirteen pounds of Daisy to get an accurate weight for the aforementioned Daisy.
Just, you know, if you were curious. The seizures should stop when the drugs are out of her system, and after a few rounds of doggy diarrhea and no noticeable seizure activity today, I think we may finally be out of the woods...maybe.
(And just in case you're confused, David and Charlie Browne are one in the same. I'm done with nicknames. Except the J. That's not a nickname; it's a shortening. And yes, there's a difference.)
The Dais was over-prescribed her antibiotics and suffered a seizure. Not a big one, just a little one, but a seizure none the less. Seems the vet we took her to last week prescribe a 22lb dose for my 13lb dog. See, she was behaving less than cordially that afternoon so we brought her to the vet in her kennel. She and the kennel together weighed in at just under 22 lbs. The vet tech never weighed the kennel sans thirteen pounds of Daisy to get an accurate weight for the aforementioned Daisy.
Just, you know, if you were curious. The seizures should stop when the drugs are out of her system, and after a few rounds of doggy diarrhea and no noticeable seizure activity today, I think we may finally be out of the woods...maybe.
(And just in case you're confused, David and Charlie Browne are one in the same. I'm done with nicknames. Except the J. That's not a nickname; it's a shortening. And yes, there's a difference.)
Monday, June 1, 2009
Whatever the hell is wrong with my dog
This is Daisy.
She is the light of my life and the apple of my eye.
And right now there is something terribly wrong with her.
For the past two nights in a row she has started shaking and wailing for no discernible reason and running around the house trying to get away from whatever is hurting her.
She's just finished a week-long course of antibiotics after a harrowing weekend adventure during which she was bitten by any and every bug found in the woods of central Louisiana. No ticks that we are aware of, but she did spend four unsupervised hours lost in the woods.
She's been drinking, and she'll take snacks of table food, but she hasn't eaten her food for a few days now.
Does anybody have any thoughts on this? Does anybody out there know what's wrong with my Daisy Mae?
Thanks in advance,
J
She is the light of my life and the apple of my eye.
And right now there is something terribly wrong with her.
For the past two nights in a row she has started shaking and wailing for no discernible reason and running around the house trying to get away from whatever is hurting her.
She's just finished a week-long course of antibiotics after a harrowing weekend adventure during which she was bitten by any and every bug found in the woods of central Louisiana. No ticks that we are aware of, but she did spend four unsupervised hours lost in the woods.
She's been drinking, and she'll take snacks of table food, but she hasn't eaten her food for a few days now.
Does anybody have any thoughts on this? Does anybody out there know what's wrong with my Daisy Mae?
Thanks in advance,
J
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