Tripping Over Kitties: The Beat Goes On...

100 Things about Pasada

1. I'm allergic to anything that breathes underwater.
2. I only developed the allergy after pregnancy.
3. I never thought to blame my child, but SHE gets to eat shrimp.
4. I have a chronic back condition from typing too much.
5. If I don't write frequently, the voices in my head start plotting my demise.
6. I've discovered better living through pharmaceuticals.
7. I hate my job.
8. You would, too.
9. Everyone hates my job when the market crashes.
10. I like doing things in threes.
11. I'm the youngest of three girls.
12. My friends think I'm the most sane person in my family.
13. I don't have very many friends.
14. I moved on an average of twice per year for my entire childhood.
15. I hate-hate! scary movies.
16. On last count, I've had five fathers/ stepfathers.
17. I think it's time to stop counting.
18. No, that's not my real name, but it is a long-standing nickname with a lot of meaning bestowed by a very wise person. At least, I think he was wise. Most high-school custodians are smarter than you think.
19. I took the Series 7 Registered Representative exam twice, and passed it both times. I got a better score the second time.
20. Hughie likes to burrow under the covers and sleep behind my knees. I love that.
21. I bug my husband constantly to get home at a decent hour... then, if he arrives after six, I'm cranky all evening. Never fails.
22. I have very wide feet.
23. I'm still very clumsy.
24. I love makeup, especially colorful eyeshadows and black eyeliner.
25. If 30-ish goth chicks could be cool, I'd be one. Until then, I'll continue to hide my fishnet shrug.
26. I visited Mexico once, and it scared the cat-love outta me. I don't think I'll ever go back.
27. I love faeries.
28. I can walk in six-inch heels. I can run in five-inch ones. It hurts like hell though, and if I did it in public my insurance company would have a heyday.
29. I enjoy dressing my six-year-old up as a faerie and taking photos of her playing in the back yard.
30. I've spent the last 15 years of my life trying to un-learn everything my mother taught me in the first 15.
31. She attempts to foil my efforts every time we see each other alone.
32. I still love her, though.
33. I get really upset when I see cats and dogs being neglected in my neighborhood.
34. This happens surprisingly frequently.
35. My husband hates the fact that I will deliberately destroy our peaceful relations with our neighbors to advocate for an animal in distress.
36. I have Animal Control on speed-dial. I also have the names of several rescues and S.N.Y.P. in my phone book.
37. I always wanted to learn how to draw, dance, and operate a braille typewriter.
38. I have a brown belt in Kenpo.
39. I know that I should go back and test for my black, but I haven't found a teacher that I trust.
40. I'd love to dye my hair UV blue, but I'd never hear the end of it from my mother. This wouldn't be so bad but we work at the same place, so she'd get to harangue me in front of my colleagues.
41. I'm left handed. I don't know why every mySpace survey asks me this, but there it is.
42. I'm left handed because I broke my right wrist when I was five, and my mom didn't have the money to take me to the doctor. It went unset for three weeks, and was ultimately re-broken when she grabbed my hand.
43. One of my sisters is right-handed because her first-grade teacher refused to let her use her left.
44. I learned to knit at the ripe old age of 26.
45. I knit in an unusual style that doesn't require me to ever turn my knitting around in my hands. I can knit and purl "backwards."
46. I taught myself.
47. I live and die for Tuesday Morning.
48. Well, not really, but I can find some killer deals there.
49. My favorite colors are burgundy, black, deep green-blue and dark violet.
50. Ironically, my favorite outfit du jour is white and hot-pink.
51. I'm a Capricorn with a Cancer moon. I hate myself, I'm always telling myself about it, and I'm always so offended by my critical nature. I can't seem to back down from an argument with myself, either. And I always have to have the last word.
52. I make excellent, well though-out decisions that are based entirely on emotion.
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Friday, September 12, 2008

The Beat Goes On...

Well, I didn't get to amend my blog post last night because when the vet called back...she didn't have much to report. Still waiting on blood test results, etc. I called again this morning and I guess she has to call me back again.

Tell me, Tesla (and thank you for responding regarding your bean's experiences with horrible pet owners. Sometimes I do need perspective), how many times can a client call about her pet in the ICU before she is deemed a nuisance by the office staff? I called before I visited yesterday, I called last night, then I called this morning and I plan to visit later today. Am I smothering the techs?? I don't want attention from the vet or the staff while I'm there, I just want to reassure Hugh that he does still have a home and a family who misses him and that we haven't forgotten about him.

Uh, oh. Forgot to put the turkey and the peaches in the fridge. HOLY COW, speaking of peaches, look at these suckers (Darius the thirteen-pound mancat inserted for reference):