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Friday night Husband and I went to see Nickelback in concert. It was a fantastic show. They are the proverbial rockers... lots of fireworks, fire, and explosions. Love them for being so over the top. Although Chad Kroeger has the weirdest nose...
Outside of the very large, belligerently drunk woman next to me who spilled beer all over me before being arrested and tossed out of the show... it was a really good time. I screamed myself hoarse and couldn't sleep afterwards because my ears were ringing so loud.


Saturday was Husband's grandma's 98th birthday. We didn't spend much time at the party though because of the on-going construction and the fact that we were both passing out on her couch...

Sunday was my friend Mollie's wedding. It was such a nice time... she looked gorgeous and their vows were adorable. I really think they seem to be perfectly matched. I keep joking with her though that I give her 6 months before she starts complaining about him. lol

(Me and Mollie) (Rachael, me, Natasha)
It's always so nice to have all my favorite people in the same room.

So 3 of my dogs currently have what I *hope* is kennel cough. I now get to pill them all twice a day for what will be at least 2 weeks... Seriously, it's like they are trying to drive me insane.

I met Suz for lunch on Tuesday. The food was mediocre and the service was non-existent but... I had fun anyway. It's nice to have people in your life that it all seems so effortless with, I never have to worry about what to say and that's comforting. (And no, it's not because she won't stop talking lol)

After lunch I had my allergy testing. My doctor is foreign with a very heavy accent so I understood about 15% of what he said. I understood that I had a reaction to histamine (big surprise considering I have seasonal allergies) and that was about it. He just keep muttering to himself about how it was all very "interesting". I also had some bloodwork done to, I think, rule out any underlying reason why I would have broken out in that allergic reaction. I'm hoping he posts all my results online in the next few days so that I can actually know what in the world happened during my appointment. Now I'm just left with some nasal spray stuff (that I tried to refuse... and can't seem to use anyway)... joy.

This weekend I shall be attempting to sew myself a new wallet... *fingers crossed*

Ho-hum

I don't like the holidays. That doesn't necessarily mean I don't like Thanksgiving/Christmas, I just hate the holidays in a general sort of way. I hate the crowds, I loathe Christmas music, I hate the cold weather, I dislike the absence of daylight, I hate spending money on people who probably won't appreciate it anyway. So I'm done with that. Most of Husband's family won't get anything from us and he's fine with that. I'll just be happy when it's all said and done.


I got this jacket last night from Kohl's. It was originally $220, on sale for $66, I got an additional 10% off because of a small hole in one of the pockets (that is easily fixable) plus another 15% off because I had a coupon. Quite the bargain I think. I like it.

I suck at knitting. Even with a knifty knitter. I've been working on the same scarf for nearly a month I think.

I hate getting old. Husband bought me a pill organizer for all the vitamins I'm currently taking. Although I suppose I shouldn't complain because I haven't been half as sick this year as years previous so something must be working. I'm also digging the seregen my chiropractor gave me for stress. It's niiiice.

I hate AT&T. I'm pretty sure I've said it before but I'll say it again. They suck. They are taking away my free Flickr Pro account after the new year. Buttheads. So not awesome. Although I'm now trying out a new relationship with Picasa. We'll see how that goes.

This dog is afraid of her water bowl. Absolutely terrified. I found her in our bathtub the other night. I guess she was trying to find some non-scary water. Why can't I just have a normal dog for once?

WWIII...

She looks sweet enough right?

The facts as I know them:
Husband gets out of bed.
I assume it's because the alarm is about to go off and it's time to get up.
He flips on the kitchen lights.
Lots of cussing/yelling and banging can be heard from that general direction.
I sit up, totally disoriented because it's only 3 and not 5:30.
Husband calls Sabrina into the house.
Sabrina starts her doggy war cry and massive amounts of noise start coming from that general direction.
Suddenly the noise comes to where I am and the lights are flipped on.
I start screaming.
Husband is yelling for Sabrina to get the mouse.
Lots of banging.
Something starts to scream bloody murder.
I hear Husband try to wrestle it from Sabrina.
Husband goes outside where remarks of "good dog" can be heard.
I start sobbing because the light is on and I have no idea nor do I want to know what the hell just happened.
He crawls back in bed.

Apparently some mutant rat/mouse thing found its way into the house... It was also apparently 1/4 the size of the dog trying to kill it. I asked for no more details.

Because I'm intimidating...

I posted the above map (Isn't my drawing lovely?!) to help illustrate this story to it's maximum potential.

So if you happen to know me in real life you know that I'm not the most intimidating person on the planet. Frankly I'm short, thin, and could still pass for someone in high school. However, today I apparently managed to scare a crack head toothless Indian half to death. Let me explain.

As you can see from my lovely map above the place that I currently work for happens to be located directly behind a "massage parlor" also known as a whorehouse. Many a gross and scandalous things have been witnessed by both myself and others over time. Things I'd rather not talk about. Needless to say their clients that hang out back in the alley aren't the most upscale.

Today I was coming down the sidewalk to bring in some of our rescue dogs for the night when I saw C.T.I. throwing rocks at the dogs we had in our outside runs from the alley. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Excuse me! Do we have a problem? What in the hell do you think you're doing?
C.T.I.: *mummble* growling, barking, annoying....*mummble*
Me: If I EVER see you throwing another rock at my dogs I will call the police and have you arrested you understand?
C.T.I.:*mummble*
Me: I do not care what your excuse is. These dogs are locked inside a run, they can not get out, they are not hurting you. You on the other hand are abusing my dogs by throwing rocks at them. Do you want me to throw shit at you for fun?
C.TI.: No *mummble* Bitch.
Me: (taking out cell phone) Either get out of here immediately or I will call the police.
C.T.I.: Ok lady

*cough* Trust me, I made this much nicer then it actually happened.

Anyway once I told my other co-worker about it she wouldn't allow me outside alone again for free that I might get shot. Once the vet found out he also went outside to confront the guy but apparently I had run him off. Apparently a screaming, swearing 100lb woman can be pretty scary. lol

In hindsight it probably wasn't my smartest move ever. Although now I kinda find it all very funny. I'm usually not the type of person who engages in confrontation but apparently a stupid person throwing rocks at defenseless dogs pushes me over the edge. Who knew...

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.

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.

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.