Thursday, June 11, 2009

On the catwalk...

So I have recently acquired a new kitteh after my beloved Cassandra ceased to find her way back to me. I still miss her dearly, but I do love the new kitteh all the same. Her name is Kharma and she is wonderful. I nearly lost her at only 9 weeks of age due to some complications, but thankfully she is making a remarkable recovery (which in turn has saved me from jerking my car into a god-damn bridge embankment!)

I have owned a few kittehs in my day but never have I taken the time to do any kitteh training outside of litterbox and don't scratch that. So I have decided that Kharma is going to learn how to walk on a leash. I have purchased her a harness and thus far things are going great. Once she grows into it a little more and grows more accustomed to wearing it I'll start leash training. I'm looking forward to taking my little kitteh for walks down the street. She's going to be the talk of the town! Here are some pics to show you how nimbly bimbly she is in her new harness!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Dry Spell

Sorry no bloggies in awhile. I'll try to get to that soon. Gotta get my shit together.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Sad

My kitty is missing and I'm very depressed about it. I hope she comes back. :(

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Nomadic Tendencies


As some of you know I recently moved to Indianapolis, IN from the Erie area of Pennsylvania. Originally a friend/coworker at that time, was going to move with me, but in the end decided to stay back in PA. Well, recently she has decided that she would very much like to move out here after all. So I made arrangements and we are going to move into a 2 bedroom townhouse within the same complex where I currently rent a 1 bedroom flat. To spare some details, my leasing people got dates screwed up and I was told last minute that I need to be out of my current apartment about a week earlier (within the next 4 days) than suspected. Perfect. I'm done stressing out about it, but it had me thinking about how much I have moved since I left Corry, PA for college at Kent State University. I remember a conversation with my greatly adored manfriend (who has ever so kindly put up with my ranting and raving and stressing out over the current and many other wearing situations)and I recall him saying "moving is exciting." I replied, "Not when you've done it as much as I have." So I really started to think about it, and below I have jotted down all the moves I have made since I graduated High School in 03. I speculate if the wandering gypsy thing I've got going is a result of the many moves I made even as a wee babe. I was born in Denver CO, went to PA at a few months of age to live with my Grandma while my mom finished out art school. Before a year old moved to Virginia. 12 days after I turned a year old, moved back to PA (consequently on the day of Corry's famous tornado. And between then and when I graduated high school, lived in 4 different houses within the Corry area. And now, since I'm sure I've got you all on the edge of your seat with my life map, here is why I am not exactly overzealous to pack up all my crap one more time.

Aug 03 - Corry, PA - Kent State, OH to Verder Hall - click here to see KSU Campus Map.
May 04 - Kent to Corry for the summer.
Aug 04 - Corry to Kent to Centennial Court D
Nov 04 - Centennial Court to Lake Hall
May 05 - Lake Hall, off campus in Kent
August 05 - Kent to Corry, Corry to Sewickley (Pittsburgh) PA
Oct 05 - In Sewickley moved to apartment across the hall and acquired a roomate.
Jan 06 - Sewickley, PA to Canonsburg PA
June 07 - Canonsburg to Waterford, PA (Biggest mistake of my life thus far)
July 08 - Waterford PA back to Corry PA
Sept 08 - Corry, PA to Indianapolis, IN (Biggest and best move thus far)
April 09 - Moving 150 yards east to a different Apt within the same complex and acquiring a lovely roommate.
Sept 09 - Chicago IL??? We shall see. If so, hopefully I will have found my niche for at least a few years.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Man's Best Friend

This topic has been in the back of my mind for awhile now. I've been mulling it over thinking about if I really wanted to blarg about it, or keep it in my overflowing filing cabinet of thoughts. But, I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to share my thoughts. After all, that's what blogging is for. I'm also most likely writing about this now because I should be up cleaning and being a responsible adult. But instead, I'm parked in front of my computer drinking wine and wasting time. It's sort of my specialty.

So as many of you know, I work at a veterinary hospital. Now to the layperson a 'vet hospital' has one envisioning a little clinic where you take your puppy or kitten to get it's 'shots' or 'fixed'. And while I have worked at this type of vet clinic, my current employer is far from such. Let me elaborate a bit for you. The vet hospital I work at is a 'Specialty Practice'. We do the things your regular Vet can't or won't do: major surgeries (ie: fractures, ACL repair and other knee problems, spinal discs, and foreign bodies [your dog ate your underwear and now we need to remove them]. My job is to prepare for and assist with these surgeries. That is about it. I rarely deal with owners (clients), never answer the phone, but unfortunately still have to clean up dog poop if Brandon hasn't already taken care of that. If someone were to ask me what I liked about this job opposed to a 'regular' clinic, most likely the first thing out of my mouth would be, "I don't have to deal with clients". Now as awful as this may sound, it is true. I in NO way miss talking with the obnoxious clients out there: the know-it-all breeder, the my-dog-is-a-human person, the people with 20 dogs and no money to care for them, the woman that drags her 40 screaming brats into the clinic to get her dog vaccinated, and the list goes on. I also don't miss answering the phone. "Hi my dog just ate my whole bottle of Xanax, is that bad?" or "My dog got hit by a car a week ago and his leg is rotten and dangling, should I bring him in?" I'm sorry, but people are dumb. It's unfortunate that humans look at pet ownership as a right and not a privilege.

Now that you have read that, let me share the other side of my feelings.

Working with animals without their owners by their side definitely has its benefits. But it also starts to make one look at the animals as just a patient, and you forget about the bond that some person out there has with this dog or cat. This all sort of hit me a few weeks ago when I was taking a dog down to ICU after a surgery. In ICU there was a guy laying in the kennel with his very sick dog. The man came everyday for hours to see his dog, who I believe we sadly had to euthanize eventually . It made me really sad. I was almost mad at myself for becoming so immune to the emotional side of my job. Because I barely work with the owners of the animals, I forget how good it feels when you're returning that 3 month old puppy who broke his leg to the owner who hasn't gotten any sleep since they dropped the dog off. Their eyes watering with overwhelming joy and thanks that you were able to fix their beloved pet. That is what makes my job worth it, and how I wish I were reminded of that more often. So to my dismay, my job is not 'playing with puppies and kittens all day'. It is slowly becoming more physically and emotionally wearing.

I apologize for the melancholy undertones of this blog. It was just something I felt I needed to share, as many people have no idea what I even do for a living.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

A Little Reminder

It's good to catch up with friends you haven't talked to in a long time. Recently I was talking with my fellow CAHS graduate, Brody, who I haven't been in contact with in quite awhile. His birthday was yesterday, so I IM'd him to ask how his day had gone and to bring the friendship up to speed. I had forgotten that Brody also has a blog, which I used to read quite regularly. So I updated myself with the blog, and with the help of Brody, stumbled upon a post that I myself was featured on. Oh how this little note had slipped my mind. I had completely forgot about it, and was completely reminded of what a raging dork I am. However, I did enjoy a good chuckle at myself. So have a look. Laugh at my retardedness. But also read Brody's blog. I find it quite enjoyable.


BE. It's Your World - as featured on http://brodythejet.blogspot.com

Monday, March 9, 2009

Serial about Cereal



I made a trip to my local Marsh grocer last evening to pick up a few essentials: toothpaste, cereal, and impulse candy bars. My initial intentions were to purchase but one box of breakfast grains; Lucky Charms for my gentleman friend who is an occasional inhabitant of my zoo. The downfall to purchasing Lucky Charms, is that I tend to be the one to finish off the box of sugary goodness, and quite quickly might I add. So, in an attempt to prevent this from happening I decided to additionally purchase a cereal with a healthier twist. Looking at the vast array of cereals spread before me, I decided to go with some Special K (vanilla almond to be precise). I've had it before, I like it, and it's healthy...that's what I thought anyways. I get home and as I pulled the two boxes out of the bag I took notice of the nutritional info, and low and behold; they're damn near identical (considering calories, fat and carbs). WTF? Who hasn't seen the ridiculous Special K commercials about eating the cereal and losing weight and blah blah blah? Well F that! If I'm going to get serial about cereal as part of a healthy diet, I may as well enjoy a substantial bowl of magical deliciousness. So what have I learned here? Advertising is stupid (although obviously effective), and I might not feel quite as guilty about polishing off a bowl of LC.