I got tagged a while back by Crazy Random Musings, so I'm supposed to write in here 5 little known things about me. I have to keep it clean though, just in case any of my family ever reads this thing =(
1. I'm a conservative democrat. Figure THAT one out.
2. I do not believe in any god or higher power, inherent good or inherent evil, infinity or any kind of afterlife.
3. I have a violent streak. That's why I'm on a roller derby team and why I believe I love shooting guns so much.
4. I don't really like my job anymore, and I wish I'd done what my momma said before I went to college. She told me to go into a field that would make me money. WHY WHY WHY didn't I listen to her????
5. If I won the lottery (with enough money), I would not be one of those noble people who would KEEP THEIR JOB. I'd still DO stuff, but it wouldn't be for any kind of real paycheck. What I want to do for a living: NOTHING. I guess that means I should have married rich and old with a heart condition. It's a shame how things don't always work out the way you planned.
And now I'm going to TAG some other people. I don't really know if anybody even reads this stupid blog, so I have no idea who to tag. If I could tag anybody in the world, I'd tag my dog, Tito and my cat Goober. I'd LOVE to know 5 little known things about them!!!
If you are reading this blog, consider yourself tagged. That includes you, Mark.
Muahs to y'all!!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
My gun lesson with a real live gun slinger!!
Mark took me to have a gun lesson today with a real, live gun slinger!!! He was a very articulate, well versed, and very good teacher. I learned a lot. I learned SO much in fact, that I am now ready for competition after roughly only four hours of lifetime shooting!!! WEEEHOOOO!!!!
This is the target from my first date with Mark:
The shots are all over the place and the ones near the middle probably came from him.
This is the target from my first shots after our first private lesson today:
The lesson paid off, no?
This is about five minutes in today:
YAY!
This is about 6 minutes in today:
You know, I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it, mmmhmmm!
We got to shoot all kinds of guns with all kinds of ammo. I did best with the .380, but I wanna get a double action magnum. Those are sick enough LOOKING to scare your average burglar away!! Hayell yes!
MUAHS!
This is the target from my first date with Mark:
The shots are all over the place and the ones near the middle probably came from him.
This is the target from my first shots after our first private lesson today:
The lesson paid off, no?
This is about five minutes in today:
YAY!
This is about 6 minutes in today:
You know, I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it, mmmhmmm!
We got to shoot all kinds of guns with all kinds of ammo. I did best with the .380, but I wanna get a double action magnum. Those are sick enough LOOKING to scare your average burglar away!! Hayell yes!
MUAHS!
Friday, January 26, 2007
Clean at last, clean at last. Thank god almighty we are clean at last!
Since we didn't have students today (it was a teacher work day), it was "Take Your Tito to Work Day!" So, my boy got to come to work with me and help me clean up my room. He was such a good helper today that I promised him a trip to the doggie park after work. I came home and took a nap for a while, then my friend Kristalle and I took him to the park. There were two beautiful huskies there that kept him going for a couple of hours solid. He was WIPED OUT when we left.
Since he didn't have a lot of spunk left in him, I decided it would be a good time to give him a bath! Kristalle suggested taking him to the showers by the pool. She's a GENIUS! It was SO much easier out there than in my tub! It was much faster, too. Now Tito is all clean and happy. I'm waiting for him to dry off the rest of the way before I hop into bed. I don't want my covers all wet.
=D
Since he didn't have a lot of spunk left in him, I decided it would be a good time to give him a bath! Kristalle suggested taking him to the showers by the pool. She's a GENIUS! It was SO much easier out there than in my tub! It was much faster, too. Now Tito is all clean and happy. I'm waiting for him to dry off the rest of the way before I hop into bed. I don't want my covers all wet.
=D
Sunday, January 21, 2007
On Death
I'm just going to do some rambling...on and on and on. Don't mind me. I'm not going to proof read either, so there.
I don't believe in God. I not a fan of all the rituals and I don't buy into the fantasies that people make up for themselves so they can feel better when someone they love has passed away. I've dealt with some death. Most of my grandparents are dead, and it's probably only a matter of time until the last one is gone. We think she's holding on for spite at this point ;) I've had friends die far too young. The most painful deaths I've ever had to deal with (I still cry when I think about them) were my Grampa Haack and my cat, Alice.
My Grampa had COPD, Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. It's a VERY slow death. It takes many years to whither away and die from COPD. I remember how thin he got at the end, and how he needed help with everything. My grandfather was a proud man, and it killed me to see him like that. Not long before he died, my grandfather was in the nursing home and left out of an activity involving my dad. I can't remember what it was, but he really wanted to go and couldn't. He and I were in his room alone together, and he started to cry. It was the first time I'd ever seen him like that. He asked me to end it for him. It's moments like that, when someone you love begs you for mercy, that you really find out what you're made of. Turns out, I'm a coward. I couldn't bring myself to even TELL anyone else what he'd asked me to do because I couldn't bear to see him go.
When my grandfather did die, he was on morphine and out of his head. My family left the hospital earlier in the evening, and I held his hand for hours. It was WAY past time, and I'm glad he didn't have to suffer anymore. Even though it's been years, my heart still aches that he's gone though.
When I was a little girl, my mom, dad and I lived on a cul-de-sac in Fort Dodge, Iowa. Our neighbors had a big white cat named Albert. I wanted one too - SOOOOOOOO BAAAAADDDDDD. One day, my dad came home. It was cold cold cold out but he was just wearing jeans, boots, a long sleeved shirt and a warm vest - no coat. He told me to come over to him. When I did, he opened up his vest, and out of the little inside pocket popped the CUTEST little white head. That's the day I met my baby, Alice. We spent years together. She endured SO much torment...I used to dress her up and walk her around in a baby carriage (omg....). She was certainly the QUEEN of the house.
She moved with us to Minnesota. My parents brought home a Chinese Shar-Pei puppy one afternoon, and even HE knew not to mess with the TOP dog. She moved with us again back to Iowa. After a break up with a boyfriend, my mom told me to go find a grey kitten. I think she was hoping to take my mind off of the breakup. It did, I did, and Alice never forgave me! But she still loved me, and she still let my Goober McBoober know who was BOSS. Back in Iowa, Grunt, the Shar-Pei died of a twisted stomach.
I cried the day I went to college, because I never imagined a life with out my baby doll. I would visit home and we would lay together on the basement floor until I got called away to do something around the house.
A while later, my parents brought home two of the cutest little lab puppies I've ever seen. Razzle and Zoe are getting old now, but they are still the cutest little lab puppies in the world! Alice must have been in her mid to late teens then. My dad cut a chunk out of the door to the basement so the cat's could get there if they needed to run away from the dogs. That was Alice's space.
As the labs grew up, they began to learn that the world revolved around Alice too. I'd come home from college and brush the mats out of Alice's hair. My dad would feed and water her in the basement so she didn't have to walk up the stairs. Every once in a while, she'd make her way up the stairs and out into the kitchen. Those 80 pound dogs had NUTHIN' on my Alice. My money'd be on her EVERY time. I remember one time in particular when she came up. The dogs were eating. She strolled into the kitchen, walked right up to them, and paused for a moment for them to realize they were in the presence of royalty. They saw her, stopped eating, and backed away from their bowls. Alice sauntered up to their food, munched a little, drank a little water, snapped her fingers in the air three times and said, "That's RIGHT, bitch!" and walked away. Alice weighed about 16 pounds by the way. LOL!
As the years passed Alice slowly began to deteriorate. Her beautiful white fur began to yellow, and she had more and more difficulty caring for herself. One day, my parents called me (I was living in Webster City at the time) and said they thought that it was time. My dad had to bath her so she could be clean, she had arthritis, and pretty much never left the perch my dad made for her on a chair in the basement. I went home that weekend, and we took Alice to the vet. She was very kind and reassured me that it was the right thing to do (you always secretly want them to tell you different). Alice didn't cry in the car. She didn't fight on the table - I don't think she had any left. They injected her with an overdose of anesthesia and my best friend, my sanity was gone. I held her in my arms while she drifted away. I've never felt pain mount an attack on my entire body like that before. It overtook me. It's out of this world how much I still miss her and how much it still hurts to think about that day.
Last night I whitnessed the passing of someone's beloved cat. My heart broke because his heart broke. He thinks I don't understand the attachment, but I understand better than he knows.
Someday soon, I'm going to have to make that decision for Goober. He's getting old too. He's 15. He used to be a big, big boy. He's sagging now, like most old guys do. His butt is boney, but he's got a little paunch on him. His eyes still sparkle, so it's not time just yet, but I know it's coming.
I think that one of the responsiblities that is part of your contract when you take a pet into your home is to put them down when they can no longer take care of themselves or when they are in chronic pain. Most people fight when faced with pain, but in the case of my Alice, she was EIGHTY FOUR YEARS OLD. Her little body was worn out, and it wasn't kind or fair to keep her alive. In fact, it would have been cruel. I knew that after all we'd been through together, that I owed her better than that.
In the end, I think it's all just over. There's no heaven. Alice and I won't be together someday playing in fields of dasies eating all the Cherry Garcia ice cream we can stomach without brain freeze. Nope. It's just done. No more consciousness, no more awareness. And that's ok. My dog, Tito Bean, doesn't need promises of some kind of great afterlife for being the worlds best doggie! So I don't need that to be the world's best mommy. I don't really care what it all means in the end. We won't really know until we get there. Or maybe we won't even know then. In the mean time, I'm going to stop typing this blog and get back to loving my babies. I've got a lot of that to do today!
I don't believe in God. I not a fan of all the rituals and I don't buy into the fantasies that people make up for themselves so they can feel better when someone they love has passed away. I've dealt with some death. Most of my grandparents are dead, and it's probably only a matter of time until the last one is gone. We think she's holding on for spite at this point ;) I've had friends die far too young. The most painful deaths I've ever had to deal with (I still cry when I think about them) were my Grampa Haack and my cat, Alice.
My Grampa had COPD, Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. It's a VERY slow death. It takes many years to whither away and die from COPD. I remember how thin he got at the end, and how he needed help with everything. My grandfather was a proud man, and it killed me to see him like that. Not long before he died, my grandfather was in the nursing home and left out of an activity involving my dad. I can't remember what it was, but he really wanted to go and couldn't. He and I were in his room alone together, and he started to cry. It was the first time I'd ever seen him like that. He asked me to end it for him. It's moments like that, when someone you love begs you for mercy, that you really find out what you're made of. Turns out, I'm a coward. I couldn't bring myself to even TELL anyone else what he'd asked me to do because I couldn't bear to see him go.
When my grandfather did die, he was on morphine and out of his head. My family left the hospital earlier in the evening, and I held his hand for hours. It was WAY past time, and I'm glad he didn't have to suffer anymore. Even though it's been years, my heart still aches that he's gone though.
When I was a little girl, my mom, dad and I lived on a cul-de-sac in Fort Dodge, Iowa. Our neighbors had a big white cat named Albert. I wanted one too - SOOOOOOOO BAAAAADDDDDD. One day, my dad came home. It was cold cold cold out but he was just wearing jeans, boots, a long sleeved shirt and a warm vest - no coat. He told me to come over to him. When I did, he opened up his vest, and out of the little inside pocket popped the CUTEST little white head. That's the day I met my baby, Alice. We spent years together. She endured SO much torment...I used to dress her up and walk her around in a baby carriage (omg....). She was certainly the QUEEN of the house.
She moved with us to Minnesota. My parents brought home a Chinese Shar-Pei puppy one afternoon, and even HE knew not to mess with the TOP dog. She moved with us again back to Iowa. After a break up with a boyfriend, my mom told me to go find a grey kitten. I think she was hoping to take my mind off of the breakup. It did, I did, and Alice never forgave me! But she still loved me, and she still let my Goober McBoober know who was BOSS. Back in Iowa, Grunt, the Shar-Pei died of a twisted stomach.
I cried the day I went to college, because I never imagined a life with out my baby doll. I would visit home and we would lay together on the basement floor until I got called away to do something around the house.
A while later, my parents brought home two of the cutest little lab puppies I've ever seen. Razzle and Zoe are getting old now, but they are still the cutest little lab puppies in the world! Alice must have been in her mid to late teens then. My dad cut a chunk out of the door to the basement so the cat's could get there if they needed to run away from the dogs. That was Alice's space.
As the labs grew up, they began to learn that the world revolved around Alice too. I'd come home from college and brush the mats out of Alice's hair. My dad would feed and water her in the basement so she didn't have to walk up the stairs. Every once in a while, she'd make her way up the stairs and out into the kitchen. Those 80 pound dogs had NUTHIN' on my Alice. My money'd be on her EVERY time. I remember one time in particular when she came up. The dogs were eating. She strolled into the kitchen, walked right up to them, and paused for a moment for them to realize they were in the presence of royalty. They saw her, stopped eating, and backed away from their bowls. Alice sauntered up to their food, munched a little, drank a little water, snapped her fingers in the air three times and said, "That's RIGHT, bitch!" and walked away. Alice weighed about 16 pounds by the way. LOL!
As the years passed Alice slowly began to deteriorate. Her beautiful white fur began to yellow, and she had more and more difficulty caring for herself. One day, my parents called me (I was living in Webster City at the time) and said they thought that it was time. My dad had to bath her so she could be clean, she had arthritis, and pretty much never left the perch my dad made for her on a chair in the basement. I went home that weekend, and we took Alice to the vet. She was very kind and reassured me that it was the right thing to do (you always secretly want them to tell you different). Alice didn't cry in the car. She didn't fight on the table - I don't think she had any left. They injected her with an overdose of anesthesia and my best friend, my sanity was gone. I held her in my arms while she drifted away. I've never felt pain mount an attack on my entire body like that before. It overtook me. It's out of this world how much I still miss her and how much it still hurts to think about that day.
Last night I whitnessed the passing of someone's beloved cat. My heart broke because his heart broke. He thinks I don't understand the attachment, but I understand better than he knows.
Someday soon, I'm going to have to make that decision for Goober. He's getting old too. He's 15. He used to be a big, big boy. He's sagging now, like most old guys do. His butt is boney, but he's got a little paunch on him. His eyes still sparkle, so it's not time just yet, but I know it's coming.
I think that one of the responsiblities that is part of your contract when you take a pet into your home is to put them down when they can no longer take care of themselves or when they are in chronic pain. Most people fight when faced with pain, but in the case of my Alice, she was EIGHTY FOUR YEARS OLD. Her little body was worn out, and it wasn't kind or fair to keep her alive. In fact, it would have been cruel. I knew that after all we'd been through together, that I owed her better than that.
In the end, I think it's all just over. There's no heaven. Alice and I won't be together someday playing in fields of dasies eating all the Cherry Garcia ice cream we can stomach without brain freeze. Nope. It's just done. No more consciousness, no more awareness. And that's ok. My dog, Tito Bean, doesn't need promises of some kind of great afterlife for being the worlds best doggie! So I don't need that to be the world's best mommy. I don't really care what it all means in the end. We won't really know until we get there. Or maybe we won't even know then. In the mean time, I'm going to stop typing this blog and get back to loving my babies. I've got a lot of that to do today!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Cats
Hey y'all!!!
Mark made me dinner last night again. Ain't he sweet??? After dinner, we moved to the sofa to watch the crappiest cowboy movie I've ever seen. Imagine bad porn - like the kind you see on Max. Now imagine it without the porn. It was that bad. He collapsed on the floor. We were happily watching the movie when all of a sudden he says, "why do I hear my cats eating?" I listened, and I hear the munching sounds of a famished kitty!!! When I looked over at the table, Marshall, Mark's oldest cat, was in the process of making off with the remainder of my steak - that thing was as big as he was!! I wanted to give him a high five (the cat, I mean).
MUAHS
Mark made me dinner last night again. Ain't he sweet??? After dinner, we moved to the sofa to watch the crappiest cowboy movie I've ever seen. Imagine bad porn - like the kind you see on Max. Now imagine it without the porn. It was that bad. He collapsed on the floor. We were happily watching the movie when all of a sudden he says, "why do I hear my cats eating?" I listened, and I hear the munching sounds of a famished kitty!!! When I looked over at the table, Marshall, Mark's oldest cat, was in the process of making off with the remainder of my steak - that thing was as big as he was!! I wanted to give him a high five (the cat, I mean).
MUAHS
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Let it SNOW, Let it SNOW, Let it SNOW!!!
It snowed here last Friday. I live in the desert. It should SAND here. Not snow. It was FRIGGIN cold, and all of a sudden my students started screaming that it was snowing...in Southern California...in the desert...CRAZY. We all went outside to take a look. It was, in fact, snowing! I said to the kids, "OOH! It's snowing! Hold your hands up to see if we can catch enough snow to make a snowball!!" And they all held their poor little hands up to the sky to collect the falling snow....Poor California kids....
HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Third time's the charm....
Yesterday I took a group of 43 kids to see FAMILY FEUD!!! My butt is still broken, so it was painful, but fun! We saw one family make $20,000! WAY cool. The kids earned about $400 from going (cuz they PAY their studio audiences!!), so we're going to get some new music or something.
Right after that, I had a date with Mark. He came over, and we were GOING to have a nice dinner. I was going to make hamboogers, with all the fixin's, chips and soda. I was gonna make my hamuggers on my little George Foreman grill, and then we were going to watch The Red Violin. Well, I kept getting side tracked with other stuff and forgot to make the hamboogers and then all of a sudden, my doorbell rang!!! I opened the door, but noone was there! I looked down and saw a box of hot chocolate, and a single red rose=D I took the money and ran, but before I could close and lock the door, Mark stuck his foot in the door and then rammed his way in, demanding his food NOW.
OOPS! I forgot to start the burgers! So I put em on. They were ready in upawards of 30 seconds. Go George! My kitchen was smelling yummy!!! I was HUNNNNNGGGGRRRRYYYY, so I got out plates and realized I threw away the buns with the cat litter by accident.....
So, we went to the store to get new buns. We got back to my house and started making our burgers when I realized I was out of katsoup!!!!!! OUT OF KATSOUP!!!! ARE YOU KIDDDING ME???? COME ON!!!!!! So we went back to the store to get it. Mark by this point, needed to be hospitalized due to lack of nutrients, but when we did finally eat it was SUPER yummy. The burgers were super done, but not crunchy. Nobody likes a crunchy burger...or so I'm told.
Oh, and if you ever have the chance, WATCH THE RED VIOLIN. And don't forget to put on the subtitles, k?
MUAHS!
Right after that, I had a date with Mark. He came over, and we were GOING to have a nice dinner. I was going to make hamboogers, with all the fixin's, chips and soda. I was gonna make my hamuggers on my little George Foreman grill, and then we were going to watch The Red Violin. Well, I kept getting side tracked with other stuff and forgot to make the hamboogers and then all of a sudden, my doorbell rang!!! I opened the door, but noone was there! I looked down and saw a box of hot chocolate, and a single red rose=D I took the money and ran, but before I could close and lock the door, Mark stuck his foot in the door and then rammed his way in, demanding his food NOW.
OOPS! I forgot to start the burgers! So I put em on. They were ready in upawards of 30 seconds. Go George! My kitchen was smelling yummy!!! I was HUNNNNNGGGGRRRRYYYY, so I got out plates and realized I threw away the buns with the cat litter by accident.....
So, we went to the store to get new buns. We got back to my house and started making our burgers when I realized I was out of katsoup!!!!!! OUT OF KATSOUP!!!! ARE YOU KIDDDING ME???? COME ON!!!!!! So we went back to the store to get it. Mark by this point, needed to be hospitalized due to lack of nutrients, but when we did finally eat it was SUPER yummy. The burgers were super done, but not crunchy. Nobody likes a crunchy burger...or so I'm told.
Oh, and if you ever have the chance, WATCH THE RED VIOLIN. And don't forget to put on the subtitles, k?
MUAHS!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Coolest Second Date Ever!
He made me dinner. How cool is THAT? Mark is DA bomb. I don't really need to say much more than that, do I?? HE MADE ME DINNER!!! THAT IS SOOOO COOOOOOL!!!!
Monday, January 8, 2007
Coolest First Date EVER!
So, I met this guy named Markaliscious (Mark 4 short). This was the coolest first date I've EVER been on! Very cool guy.
So this coolest first date: We started out at a pizza place where we had the YUMMIEST barbecue chicken pizza. Then Mark and I went to a shooting range where I learned how to shoot a gun! WOOHOO!!! I'm a badass now, and I'm thinking that since I want to pack some heat ALL the time, I may as well become a cop!!! Besides, they make more money than I do now AND they get to shoot people! YEAH! I could totally see myself rocking the streets of riverside!!!
G'night for now!
So this coolest first date: We started out at a pizza place where we had the YUMMIEST barbecue chicken pizza. Then Mark and I went to a shooting range where I learned how to shoot a gun! WOOHOO!!! I'm a badass now, and I'm thinking that since I want to pack some heat ALL the time, I may as well become a cop!!! Besides, they make more money than I do now AND they get to shoot people! YEAH! I could totally see myself rocking the streets of riverside!!!
G'night for now!
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Happy New Year, y'all!!! MUAHS!!!!
This is my third installment of my now famous blog. I had a great new year with my friend, Kristalle. We got all dolled up and went to The Menagerie, which is a predominantly gay hangout. It was SOOOOOOO fun!
I totally forgot to post this blog because of how sick I was after New Year's Eve. I was SUPPOSED to go up to Pasadena, where I was going to camp out so that I'd have a spot to watch the Rose Parade, but I was SO sick, that I decided I needed to stay in the area. Not to be left out of the New Year's Eve activities, Kristalle and I decided to go downtown, where we thought there would be all KINDS of people partying! We did the responsible thing and took a cab down there. We got to the bar NEXT to the gay bar (I have no idea what it's called), where we played some pool against three guys. I sunk three balls on my first shot. Damn, I wish I could do that on PURPOSE!! Part way through our first game, their wedding rings magically disappeared, so we decided to go next door to the gay bar.
I'm pretty sure everybody there thought Kristalle and I were a couple. I hung out with the gay guys who were too tired to dance with their dates, while Kristalle kept showing everyone that she could put her leg over her head. WHAT a talented girl;)
That was the most fun I've had on New Year's Eve in a LOOOOONG time!
This is my third installment of my now famous blog. I had a great new year with my friend, Kristalle. We got all dolled up and went to The Menagerie, which is a predominantly gay hangout. It was SOOOOOOO fun!
I totally forgot to post this blog because of how sick I was after New Year's Eve. I was SUPPOSED to go up to Pasadena, where I was going to camp out so that I'd have a spot to watch the Rose Parade, but I was SO sick, that I decided I needed to stay in the area. Not to be left out of the New Year's Eve activities, Kristalle and I decided to go downtown, where we thought there would be all KINDS of people partying! We did the responsible thing and took a cab down there. We got to the bar NEXT to the gay bar (I have no idea what it's called), where we played some pool against three guys. I sunk three balls on my first shot. Damn, I wish I could do that on PURPOSE!! Part way through our first game, their wedding rings magically disappeared, so we decided to go next door to the gay bar.
I'm pretty sure everybody there thought Kristalle and I were a couple. I hung out with the gay guys who were too tired to dance with their dates, while Kristalle kept showing everyone that she could put her leg over her head. WHAT a talented girl;)
That was the most fun I've had on New Year's Eve in a LOOOOONG time!
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