I'm crafty!

Some of my friends like to make fun of me because I am "crafty". I like to make stuff. I like to make stuff pretty. I admit it.
The other day the registration on my car expired. I could NOT afford a ticket. I gave myself a stomach ache worrying about if I was gonna get a ticket, when I was gonna get a ticket, how many tickets was I going to get...and then it hit me!
I photoshopped the registration sticker. And it looked so good, so real, so pretty!!! I really am crafty. If only I could use my powers for good...

DMV rant

I just spent the whole afternoon at the dmv trying to renew my registration only to find out that they wont renew it because I dont have insurance AND according to them i havent had insurance since 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAARGHHHHHHH

Apparently my insurance co was so busy spending my money every month that they didnt have time to tell the dmv i actually have insurance. and, no, the proof of insurance i have isn't good enough--even though the dmv lady believes me, which made me feel oh so much better! NO, the insurance company has to "electronically" send the dmv proof and even though it is 2010(!!!!) it takes 72 BUSINESS hours for them to get this information. So I have to go back on tuesday FEB 2 to renew my registration which expires Jan 31. fuck my life!

from the ending of WATERSHIP DOWN--

one chilly, blustery morning in March, I cannot tell exactly how many springs later, Hazel was dozing and waking in his burrow. He had spent a good deal of time there lately, for he felt the cold and could not seem to smell or run so well as in days gone by...he awoke to realize that there was a rabbit lying quietly beside him.
"you've been feeling tired" said the stranger, "but I can do something about that"

Hazel followed [the stranger] and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom.

I never liked the ending when I read the book, but I found it comforting when I read it this morning. I wasn't there when he died. I have been there for HUNDREDS of other animals. Most of whom I never saw before that day.
In a strange way, I find his death comforting. I realized this morning that his is the first peaceful death I've seen. The ones that I am always a part of, are always suffering, painful, struggling for their next breath, not knowing where they are or who I am.
I found him stretched out, in his favorite spot next to the radiator, a pile of big healthy bunny poops next to him. I wish I could have been there, or hugged him before I left for work that night. I wish I could have watched him eat one last cheese doodle.

He was part of my dream, of course-but then I was part of his dream, too.

--from Through the Looking-Glass

Mr. Nosey April 4, 1999 - January 21, 2010

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am in the swift uplifting rush

Of circling birds in
graceful flight,

I am in the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

poem by mary elizabeth frye,

JINX

one of these days I'll finally learn to keep my big fat mouth shut! Last night I was barely able to watch one episode of the dr. One of my patients decided to go into status and spent half the night seizing. Sad for the doggie but it felt so good to use my mad ER skillz again.

doctor who?

A few days ago (out of the nowhere) i got a craving to watch dr. who. I was never a "fan" of the dr. I watched a few old episodes yeeeears ago, I liked them but i never saw the whole series.
Last night my patient was the healthest 8 week old saint B I've ever met.
He's also the dumbest. dog. ever. EVER. There's no way in heck these dogs ever rescued people lost in the alps. This particular dog couldn't find his way out from under a hand towel! (but he kept trying, )
In between cleaning up little St. B's piddles (every half hour--love them puppy bladders) the two of us watched the first 5 episodes of season 1 on netflix. That's more TV than I normally watch in a week at home! and I could never have done that at my old job! Mostly because the computers there are too old to stream videos but also because it's hard to do CPR effectively while watching television. There's too much yelling and grunting--it's hard to hear what they're saying...maybe some noise canceling headphones...hmmm.
I'm wondering how long it'll take me to watch all the dr. who episodes at work.



Here's the saint B "helping" me put away the laundry. He's an awesome helper.

saint B would like to know why the new doctors dont wear the dr. who scarf? I told him it was because of the global warming

my neighbors are crazy

scary crazy. really.
I just went to throw the garbage out and walked into the middle of a brawl. Now the police are here (again).
The other night, i was on my way to work, at 11 pm and my neighbor was in the hall, in his pjs with a handsaw, sawing his futon in half.
No, REALLY! Normal people dont do that, do they?
i stood there for several AWKARD minutes waiting for the elevator, staring at the large saw in his hand. Neither one of us saying anything. what do you say to a man sawing on a futon: "how's the weather...?"

Who would have thought there would be so many crazy people in one little building. I need to move!

Another one of life's mysteries

I woke up yesterday just in time to see my cat swallow a length of sewing thread. Lovely way to start my day.
So off to the hospital we went.



she's fine. the rads looked normal except for the large amount of tiny bones in her stomach.
WTF!
No idea what that could be (been) or where they came from. The only things I ate this week were chicken cutlets and cold cuts.

Could I have mice???

This cat is scared of her own shadow. A mouse would eat her before she would eat it.

busy bakers make lots of dough

The new year started with a(nother) new job. Yesterday was my first day. I spent 13 hours watching 2 kittens wrestle and a lab puppy hump his blankie. and they are paying me more to do this than i was making in the ER.

No calculating CRIs, no animals with 7 pumps, no wtf IS that, no ventilators, no codes.

just puppies and kittens.



*sigh*
why am i sad?