It was bound to happen...

I mean c'mon... I work in a vet clinic. It was only a matter of time before I got bit.

It happened Wednesday morning. It was the meanest, ugliest, oldest, toothless, little snot of a chihuahua. I knew he was aggressive and thought I was handling it properly but apparently he was just too fast for me. 1 of the possible 3 teeth he still had managed to tear a hunk of skin off my pinky finger. I didn't think it was a big deal till the next day.

Woke up with a swollen finger and puss oozing out of the wound. Long story short. They made me go to their worker's comp clinic. Medicine was dispensed and I'm pretty sure I'll survive. But like I've been saying... it was bound to happen.

Among other things...

I had intended a much different blog yesterday but emotions were overflowing and that happens I suppose. I'm better today but emotionally very drained.

Christmas went well I suppose. Food was eaten and gifts were exchanged. I'm still not used to having split Christmas celebrations. Both sets of family are so different... I wonder if I'll ever get used to it. Among other things I got a pen tablet from my parents that completely caught me off guard. It's wonderful but unfortunately my cursive penmanship still sucks. Hopefully more time will be found to play with it.

I was disappointed when I tried picking up a copy of The World Without Us and B&N was completely sold out. So much for my 30% off coupon.

Husband and I saw National Treasure 2 this morning for $4 a person. It wasn't bad... I will say it's frivolous fun. And after yesterday... I sorely needed that.

Things will be settling down in the new year... I hope. I have enrolled in 11 hours in my attempt to get into the world of Veterinary Technology. My last day at the bank is Friday and I have mixed emotions about all of that. I'll be full time with the vet in the New Year but none of Husbands job prospects worked out so it's back to the drawing board there I suppose.

It's been both a painful and joyous year... but that's another blog in and of itself.

Christmas...

It's the things that you don't count on.

The things you never saw coming that hurt the most.

It's Christmas Eve and I had to watch two dogs be put to sleep today.

One was a product of animal neglect and abuse... the other was just sick.

Neither deserved it.

I should be happy but I can't be right now.

Merry freaking Christmas.

Concert Going

Husband and I are going to see Linkin Park at the Ford Center in OKC on February 29th. I could not be anymore excited. Yippie! The blueish arrow shows where we will be sitting! Yippie again!

Home is where the heart is...

I survived the great ice storm of 2007. Barely. Three days without electricity or heat makes Karen very grumpy. But thankfully everyone survived intact. I missed my home terribly. I've never been so happy to see my messy, dog hair covered, newspaper strewn house. It's not that playing cards by candlelight at my Aunt's house or snoozing on my Grandma's couch wasn't great... it's just not home. My home may not be perfect but it's perfect to me. Sometimes I secretly like the mess because it feels more comfortable that way. Although I won't lie... checking my e-mail again was very nice.
Now it's supposed to snow tomorrow... *sigh*

(Photos below were taken this afternoon. Check my flickr page for all of the shots)

All I want to know is...

Who pissed Mother Nature off?















My yard looks like a war zone...
Welcome to winter I suppose.

Missing...

A blog in which the author complains about the military.

Photo taken today (12/8)

Husband left today for a week. He's off to New Orleans to do his military thing. I keep telling myself that it's only a week. However, I'm needy. The following list explains what I'll be missing:

• A warm body to snuggle against at night.
• Someone to load the dishwasher.
• Someone to bring the paper in every morning.
  
• Someone to fill the dogs water bowl when they run out. (It's heavy when its full, darn it)
• A big strong man to kill all the icky bugs in the house.
• Someone to push all the people out of my way when I am forced to go shopping.
• But most of all, I'll just miss having him here.
  

At least it's not months. At least it's not Iraq. That's what I keep telling myself.

Camera goodness

I guess I was becoming a little unbearable to live with. What was me whining about my lack of camera-ness all the time because last weekend Husband broke down and bought me this shiny new toy. Isn't it wonderful? I like to think so.
Hurray for Husbands!

Happiness unbounded...

I've blogged about it before but I'll continue to say it anyway... My life would not be complete if it wasn't for the unbounded love and happiness of my four legged friends. I'm glad I'm finally finding some time to enjoy it again. And hopefully I'll find some time to blog substantially again in the coming days.

" If you want to have friends, you must be friendly. If you want to make peace, you must be peaceful. " - Peace Pilgrim

I've been out of it. Both in the virtual and real world sense. It's already December and I can't seem to wrap my mind around that fact. I just feel like lately time has been slipping through my fingers. Thinking back to the beginning of Fall seems like a lifetime ago.

I'm not ready for Christmas. I'm not ready to even contemplate thinking about Christmas. I'm usually the one who demands to know by November 1st what you want for Christmas so I can be done with my shopping by Thanksgiving. I haven't thought about it at all. I smell a last minute scrabble for gifts at this point... Back to my original point though...

Today while I was in the shower I started musing aloud about what I might want when I said something that must have been buried in my subconscious. (yes I do a lot of talking to myself in the shower, shush!) It was something along the lines of, "if you really want to make me happy for Christmas... donate to charity, give a homeless animal a home, do something for the greater good." Sure there are things I would like to have, a lot of things... But a small part of me wonders if I wouldn't save it if my house caught fire do I really need it? Husband and I have a lot of stuff, a lot of stuff that I obsessively wanted at the time but I possibly haven't looked at in years. I feel uneasy about that. Now that I say this my family will finally get around to reading my blogs and I will be left with nothing for Christmas.... I don't know though. I've just been a weird mood lately.

The vet clinic I work for also works in conjunction with a local rescue group. Since I've been there we have had several rescue dogs/cats come through and be adopted out, except one. Tallulah, pictured above, is a super sweet dog who was just a bit misunderstood. I was afraid that her time was running out so I started harassing everyone I knew about her. One night during a casual conversation with my youngest brother-in-law he showed interest. One thing led to another and yesterday he adopted her. Right now she's staying with us until he can get moved but it's going pretty well. I knew despite the fact that she seemed like an insane crack dog up at the vet she would be a wonderful lap dog in the right home. It just goes to show that you can't judge a book by its cover. And despite what you might be saying... I'm fully aware that I have too many dogs as is and instead of adopting them myself I will just bug everyone else I know.

Reflecting back... November was a stressful month to say the very least. I feel so emotionally drained by all that did/didn't happened. I know I'm being cryptic but it would take far too long to explain and you would all be bored by it anyway. I worked myself into a frenzy and it seems like for no good reason. I didn't gain anything from it... I just lost time and an ability to do stuff I really wanted/needed to do. Laundry is overflowing, recycling needs to be separated, floors need to be swept, computer stuff needs to be organized, dogs bathed... it never ends. Maybe it will work itself out this month... I can always hope.

And that's that for now...