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Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
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12:31 pm - That's the spot.
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| Saturday, November 7th, 2009
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5:13 am
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This LJ's friends-only, says guinea pig Toffee. Add me to be considered!
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| Wednesday, March 5th, 2008
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5:21 pm - You're messin' with a Southern girl...
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Another Jersey entry!
We got Jersey in July 2006, from a pet adoption agency that listed her as a "beagle mix." For a year and a half we've been trying to figure out what that other half was. At first, we thought she was part Jack Russell terrier, then after watching the Westminster Dog Show and seeing a whippet, we thought she was part whippet. Today Ed was getting something fixed on his car and took Jersey with him, and there was another guy parked who saw her and said, "That's a beautiful Walker Blue!"
It turns out this guy was a dog expert and says that she is not, in fact, a mixed breed, but a variation of beagle that was mixed with a hound a long time ago (but she's still categorically a purebred, I guess, because after all, long-haired St. Bernards came about by breeding short-haired St. Bernards and Newfoundlands - so if you want to get "technical," there are only short-haired St. Bernards). They're bred in the South as hunting dogs, which makes perfect sense because she came from Louisiana and then was transported up to North Carolina. He said that they're bred for agility and speed and are generally slimmer than regular beagles, with a long nose and tail, and Jersey is the only dog IN THE WORLD that can outrun Ed and his 4:16 mile. It also explains her thinness, because she eats and eats and doesn't gain weight (can we trade places, Jersey? Please?)
Compare:
Blue Walker Beagle
Jersey
Finally after a year and a half we know what kind of dog we have, and she was a real beagle all along! Just a weird Southern version. This would explain how fast she is, how every bird/rabbit/bug in the area will get her to bolt, and why just like Stitch, "you destroy everything you touch." Ed wants to take her hunting in Florida for birds or something because she'd go crazy.
That's our Blue Walker, y'all!
current mood:  surprised
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| Sunday, February 24th, 2008
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4:06 pm - You had better remove the chain, because this is off of it.
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| Tuesday, February 19th, 2008
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9:22 pm
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| Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
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1:17 pm - No one's picking up the phone, guess I'll have to pretend I'm having a baby.
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Last night I was watching "Knocked Up" and got an idea. My parents hadn't called me for like 5 days so I called last night and let it run through to the message and said, "I'm going to have a baby." There's nothing like THAT to make your parents pick up the phone. Of course, I'm not pregnant but it worked. I highly recommend it. Note: this trick only works if you are not already pregnant and also a girl.
current mood:  pregnant with emotion
current music: Amy Grant, "Baby, Baby"
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| Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
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8:08 am
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Having seen a few people give their thoughts about it, I felt rather compelled to write about Miss America's pro-ED education platform and the issues I have with it. Now, I don't watch the Miss America pageant. It isn't because I'm against the idea of beauty pageants. My best friend growing up was a virtual Barbie doll from the South, and I always envied her for getting to do beauty pageants and felt like an ugly dog growing up because my mother took me to dance and Girl Scouts but never let me be in a pageant. But I always respected her for it. And if you know anything about me, I am addicted to Sephora, skincare, and fashion. If I had my druthers I'd be all up in that bizznatch. But I digress. The point is that I didn't watch the programme, and if you have watched it and want to give me some more information to defend my case or oppose it, I'm more than welcome to hear it. ( Read more... )
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| Thursday, January 24th, 2008
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6:50 am - America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
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I just heard from my mother that my father lost his job to a 25-year-old and was fired because he was too old. Which means my parents now have no insurance and my mother will die soon.
Don't expect me to respond to any livejournal/myspace/facebook things or act all cutesy anymore.
This is the worst day of my life.
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| Monday, November 26th, 2007
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5:42 am
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One of my guilty pleasures is the show 'My Super Sweet Sixteen', but I hate the fact that a lot of these girls have dogs they treat like toys. While I thought one girl dyeing her poodles pink for her pink-themed party was bad, it doesn't match the cruelty of this girl, who is tired of her dog looking ugly so she dyes it because she can't love an ugly dog. This infuriated me. It starts with her driving test and the dog comes on a few minutes later.
(Link might not work if you're not in the U.S., I remember I got a message about that when I tried watching them in Scotland.)
http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1567852&vid=170782
current mood:  pissed off
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| Tuesday, November 20th, 2007
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6:32 am
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| Wednesday, November 7th, 2007
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5:09 pm
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Happy Birthday to Kathy!! I know it's already 11 pm in Austria now so hopefully you had a fantastic day (I'm just making a quick post and haven't checked my friends list yet). I'll be mailing something to you soon, as we discussed I totally suck at getting anything anywhere on time, haha. Your letters when I was in Scotland were always so sweet and thoughtful, I still regret not visiting you when I was in Europe, but it will happen one day. You're one of the wisest, generous, and warmest women I know and I feel really blessed to know you and have you in my life, and so does everyone else. I hope you had a great day, love you lots.
current mood:  happy
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| Sunday, November 4th, 2007
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3:30 pm
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I am all excited because I drove around Middletown for half an hour without flipping out (maybe Geodon is working because I usually scream/cry/get honked at) and am now eating food from the McDonald's that *I* drove to.
It tastes like happy! :P
current mood:  cheerful
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| Saturday, November 3rd, 2007
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12:15 am
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Me: Stinky was the funny one, Cornflakes was the pretty one, Nathan was the sweet one. What is Columbo?
Mom: Columbo entered our lives three weeks ago. He's a baby. He hasn't developed a personality yet.
I decided last night that Columbo is the smart one because he took tissue paper and, instead of tearing it up, took it intact into his house and used it as a blanket to cover the top part of his body, which he couldn't fit in the aspen bedding. He's one smart cookie. Which is good, because I was (seriously!) worried that Columbo was a bit slow. Mom's reaction: "I think you are the only person on the planet earth who worries that their hamster is retarded." I also am under the impression that he is part monkey because I'm always catching him climbing on the bars of the cage, and I have to get the add-ons soon for the tubes.
I am also very sad tonight, regarding hamsters. I was having a conversation about wet tail with some people in the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) hamsters community because Columbo's stools were strange (don't laugh, I love my pets, whether it's my dog or my hamster) but it looks like it only has wet tail if the stool is discoloured or it isn't eating much, or active. I was about to respond to a comment and say, "None of my hamsters have had wet tail," then I remembered that Cornflakes died because she was "very sick." I couldn't resist the urge to go into my parents' bedroom and ask them what Cornflakes died from, because Nathan and Stinky died of old age.
It was wet tail.
I feel awful because I was at SUNY Purchase when she died. When I was home I'd take Cornflakes out to play every night. My parents were watching her while I was at school, and they wouldn't have known the warning signs: my parents go to bed early, they were probably only taking her out to play during the day, not seeing that she was probably sleeping all night when she was supposed to be awake. I could have noticed the warning signs. Granted Cornflakes was 2 and a half years old and elderly for a hamster but still... I thought she just fell ill. This is really hard for me, knowing that I could've helped. They said they gave her a hamster-sized baby bottle of medicine every night, and when I called Dr. Johnson from Purchase, he said he'd spoken with my parents (my mom lied to me about her cancer, so I wouldn't put it past them to lie about a hamster either). My parents tried their best, and they didn't know, but wet tail is like the smallpox of the hamster world and knowing that my Cornflakes went out like that breaks my heart. I remember Mom telling me, "Cornflakes is better! She's eating and drinking and on her wheel!" the night before she died, so at least she got to feel like a normal hamster for those last few hours. But I'm determined that wherever I go, Columbo is going with me. I won't leave him for a college dorm. No pets in this apartment? NOT TAKING IT. He's what I have left now of my ruined life with Ed, he's the good in it. I keep holding him like Tereza holds the rabbit to her chest while her husband dies in The Unbearable Lightness of Being. He's my refuge and my solace in this mess that has become my life. He reminds me that there is a little being who depends on me, so I can't go away. He reminds me that there's love left and that if we hold on there will always be more to give.
current mood:  nostalgic
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| Thursday, November 1st, 2007
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3:15 pm
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| Wednesday, October 31st, 2007
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11:49 pm
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9:43 pm - Viva Columbo
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2:10 pm
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It's Halloween, and I can't help but be reminded of special memories, like that time I took the song, "Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care. I'll pull down my underwear" literally and exposed my vagina to the better part of Goshen, New York's under-5 set.
Or that time I was maybe six and dressed up as Dorothy from "The Wizard of Oz" yet decided I'd just randomly trick-or-treat with an English accent and stopped at every door on our block telling them I had escaped from a draconian British orphanage via the woods.
Or that time I was in 7th grade when I volunteered to do a reading at the church's All Saints Day (November 1st) early mass only because the 8th grade boy I had a crush on was also reading, limiting my Halloween adventures to an 8:30 pm curfew and the boy, who eventually learned of my infatuation, calling me a "crazy-ass cracker" even though he was also white.
I've got a lion costume for the hamster that I'll try to get him into tonight for a photo shoot but I'm not making any promises.
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| Saturday, October 27th, 2007
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3:39 am
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Happy birthday, sweet Alex (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hurgu)... your thing is in the mail, as is always the case because I *suck* at the mail, haha... but I'm not sure if I'll be online tomorrow cause I have a lot of errands to run, in any case have a marvelous day and you are in my thoughts! Rock on and much love. - Marnie
current mood:  peaceful
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| Wednesday, October 24th, 2007
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10:54 pm - Don't believe the lie, your dragon needs slaying
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I am already backed up with a buttload of comments/entries to reply to but I thought I'd share that I uploaded pics of the Tori shows, Columbo and other things onto flickr here. Woop.
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| Friday, October 19th, 2007
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10:19 pm
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Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.
Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flakes, then four
Arrive, then many more.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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