tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170584182024-03-23T14:18:29.207-04:00while the rabbit is sleepingthe things that I do while the rabbit is sleeping (or pretending to sleep)Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-1284333877193443362010-05-26T20:53:00.005-04:002010-05-26T21:29:05.838-04:00Have you ever done this?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S_3JDc1mGkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zhI9vtRI2pU/s1600/tevasandals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S_3JDc1mGkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zhI9vtRI2pU/s320/tevasandals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475753783070169666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I spent today shopping for shoes (online cause I'm lazy and I hate other people) and I finally found a pair of sandals that I loved!!!! I put them in my cart, got up to grab my wallet, looked down and realized that I was WEARING THE EXACT SAME SANDALS!<br />they were a different brand and a different color but exactly the same style. I bought the old pair last summer and wore them almost every day. I had no idea that i was buying the exact same shoes that I was wearing. I was totally freaked out.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Have you ever done this? Am I crazy? senile? Should I still get the sandals? I was so freaked out that I couldn't buy them so I just bought these-- (they're vegan!) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S_3HSRz68cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/11X7aYSqYB0/s1600/simplemistletoe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S_3HSRz68cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/11X7aYSqYB0/s320/simplemistletoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475751838785139138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />but it's not crazy to buy the same shoes over and over again, right? not if you like them? And they're just flip flops--how many different ways can you do flip flops, right? Right?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S_3HSRz68cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/11X7aYSqYB0/s1600/simplemistletoe.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-83384949137047738002010-01-28T08:12:00.004-05:002010-02-09T14:26:51.618-05:00I'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.<br />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!<br />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...Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-68290796231919572772010-01-27T17:46:00.004-05:002010-01-27T17:55:38.241-05:00DMV rant<div style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">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 <br /></span></div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">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!</span></div>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-78286996887460461872010-01-22T09:05:00.010-05:002010-01-22T16:00:24.258-05:00from the ending of WATERSHIP DOWN--<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote>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.<br />"you've been feeling tired" said the stranger, "but I can do something about that"<br /><br />Hazel followed [the stranger] and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom.</blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><br />He was part of my dream, of course-but then I was part of his dream, too.</blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> --from Through the Looking-Glass<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1nHGxISNpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/E-yy6flQa_Y/s1600-h/saphandnose.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1nHGxISNpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/E-yy6flQa_Y/s320/saphandnose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429589744853071506" border="0" /></a>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-83290179765595905782010-01-21T09:44:00.011-05:002010-01-22T15:27:42.932-05:00Mr. Nosey April 4, 1999 - January 21, 2010<dl style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">Do not stand at my grave and weep,</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am not there, I do not sleep.</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am a thousand winds that blow,</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am the softly falling snow.</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am the gentle showers of rain,</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am the fields of ripening grain.</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">When you awaken in the morning's hush,</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am in the swift uplifting rush</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">Of circling birds in</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> graceful flight,</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am in the starshine of the night.<br /></span></dd></dl><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1jBM56c0dI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hQF2O3YXkBA/s1600-h/noseyhappymeal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1jBM56c0dI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hQF2O3YXkBA/s320/noseyhappymeal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429301778243703250" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><dl style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><dd><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am in the flowers that bloom,</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am in a quiet room.</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am in the birds that sing,</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">I am in each lovely thing.</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size:130%;">Do not stand at my grave and cry,</span></dd><dd style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am not there. I do not die.</span></dd></dl><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> poem by mary elizabeth frye,</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1hrQVsimpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V_XiiDEuzdQ/s1600-h/mnosey2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1hrQVsimpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V_XiiDEuzdQ/s320/mnosey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429207279241173650" border="0" /></a>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-89901711516052313852010-01-16T11:21:00.003-05:002010-01-16T11:35:55.191-05:00JINXone 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.Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-20986457229774901302010-01-15T08:40:00.004-05:002010-01-15T09:54:46.870-05:00doctor 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.<br />Last night my patient was the healthest 8 week old saint B I've ever met.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1BwkLWfRhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dzR94gUs1-k/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1BwkLWfRhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dzR94gUs1-k/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426961317806163474" border="0" /></a><br />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, )<br />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.<br />I'm wondering how long it'll take me to watch all the dr. who episodes at work.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here's the saint B "helping" me put away the laundry. He's an awesome helper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1BwkYwXZBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PbPbZXjiu6U/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S1BwkYwXZBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PbPbZXjiu6U/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426961321404359698" border="0" /></a><br />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 warmingAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-17481712689356083252010-01-13T15:19:00.006-05:002010-01-15T09:58:33.957-05:00my neighbors are crazyscary crazy. really.<br />I just went to throw the garbage out and walked into the middle of a brawl. Now the police are here (again).<br />The other night, i was on my way to work, at 11 pm and my neighbor was in the hall, in his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pjs</span> with a handsaw, sawing his futon in half.<br />No, REALLY! Normal people dont do that, do they?<br />i stood there for several <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">AWKARD</span> minutes waiting for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">elevator</span>, 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...?"<br /><br />Who would have thought there would be so many crazy people in one little building. I need to move!Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-46378682997973459002010-01-04T21:34:00.005-05:002010-01-13T09:54:25.681-05:00Another one of life's mysteries<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S0Kll1uKrmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i00iYQJ3MI8/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S0Kll1uKrmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i00iYQJ3MI8/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423078970801958498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I woke up yesterday just in time to see my cat swallow a length of sewing thread. Lovely way to start my day.<br />So off to the hospital we went.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S0KllmmItXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-SN6KpWseY8/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/S0KllmmItXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-SN6KpWseY8/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423078966741742962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />she's fine. the rads looked normal except for the large amount of tiny bones in her stomach.<br />WTF!<br />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.<br /><br />Could I have mice???<br /><br />This cat is scared of her own shadow. A mouse would eat her before she would eat it.Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-7803222917695332812010-01-03T19:21:00.006-05:002010-01-04T22:45:19.318-05:00busy bakers make lots of doughThe 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.<br /><br />No calculating CRIs, no animals with 7 pumps, no wtf IS that, no ventilators, no codes. <br /><br />just puppies and kittens.<br /><br /><br /><br />*sigh*<br />why am i sad?Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-62121326642127186962009-04-23T10:37:00.003-04:002010-01-05T16:24:58.312-05:00NO! I don't hate men......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9rWeRvKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hi6bV1vXrZk/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9rWeRvKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hi6bV1vXrZk/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327896542899715234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9rrjpu9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/jIoVJ0rPFv4/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9rrjpu9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/jIoVJ0rPFv4/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327896548559403986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9rMWHTUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WolYkzrZ1DQ/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9rMWHTUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WolYkzrZ1DQ/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327896540181122370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9qxh7mOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fBT1N9s58Dk/s1600-h/whydouask.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SfB9qxh7mOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fBT1N9s58Dk/s320/whydouask.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327896532982929634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />why do you ask?Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-19564414190661612542009-03-06T14:48:00.004-05:002009-03-06T21:51:31.402-05:00current work in progress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SbF-aqqW6EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2bBBIzN75yY/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SbF-aqqW6EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2bBBIzN75yY/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310164432240175170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SbF-h_ClyeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Zth1qjUGxgo/s1600-h/fitall2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SbF-h_ClyeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Zth1qjUGxgo/s320/fitall2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310164557969607138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(three legg-ed kitty thinks the armwarmers are mocking her)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SbF-88ly0XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/j7aFx7iEPGI/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SbF-88ly0XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/j7aFx7iEPGI/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310165021168423282" border="0" /></a>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-19426518007818469862009-02-20T10:31:00.004-05:002009-02-20T15:00:10.447-05:00swatches<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7NM4DG2-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Bswj1nbK7jE/s1600-h/socalledlife3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7NM4DG2-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Bswj1nbK7jE/s320/socalledlife3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304903032176565218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7NMgbsk2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/eAaVMB5wAh0/s1600-h/socalledlife2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7NMgbsk2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/eAaVMB5wAh0/s320/socalledlife2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304903025837249378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7NMdrJx1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/42EC0QZmNSg/s1600-h/socalledlife4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7NMdrJx1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/42EC0QZmNSg/s320/socalledlife4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304903025096771410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7Ndq6G0mI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JgJpUkBaeH8/s1600-h/socalledlife1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ7Ndq6G0mI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JgJpUkBaeH8/s320/socalledlife1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304903320706929250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ8LNx1zyDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pRSaoR-yssA/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SZ8LNx1zyDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pRSaoR-yssA/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304971217410967602" border="0" /></a>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-69898629898952750062008-11-23T01:55:00.004-05:002008-11-23T02:47:57.519-05:00Flying pigsI don't know how but somehow, somewhere, some little piglet learned to fly this afternoon cause 3 of my animals sat in very close proximity and groomed each other for almost 7 whole minutes. There was no growling, no hissing, no thumping, no punching, no swatting and no biting. First time EVER. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/?action=view¤t=3som1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/3som1.jpg" border="0" alt="blurry"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/?action=view¤t=3som4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/3som4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/?action=view¤t=3som3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/3som3.jpg" border="0" alt="licking the bottom of the ear"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/?action=view¤t=3som2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/peace%20in%20the%20middle%20east/3som2.jpg" border="0" alt="licking the top of the ear"></a>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-34185740214929173742008-11-20T01:40:00.005-05:002008-11-20T02:10:17.949-05:00Exhibit # 948: Rabbits are horrid, spiteful creaturesThis is what I came home to, tonight:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/?action=view&current=1.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/?action=view&current=IMG_0044.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/?action=view&current=2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/?action=view&current=IMG_0045.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />anybody wanna rabbit? I'll throw in a free broom (almost new)!Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-44471208672671118682008-09-26T16:47:00.011-04:002009-03-19T22:35:01.035-04:00Olive, recuperating at home, a few days after having her ovaries, uterus and right front leg removed.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SN1KfURpnrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/r07wCuZRfq8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250434642463006386" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SN1KfURpnrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/r07wCuZRfq8/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/olivesx/?action=view&current=olivessx004-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/olivesx/olivessx004-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/olivesx/?action=view&current=olivessx045.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 634px; height: 475px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/olivesx/olivessx045.jpg" alt="no ecollar" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">No sutures were harmed in the shooting of this photo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">disclaimer: do not try this at home. I am a trained professional.</span>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-47845328613188153042008-05-23T09:51:00.005-04:002008-05-23T10:48:49.897-04:00karma?I was talking to a friend before work yesterday, who said she hated getting stupid phone calls from customers. And I said "um, well, isn't that, like, your JOB?" haha.<br />and then i went to work.... and it was one emergency after another... and I can't get anything done... and then 3 am the phone rings:<br /><br />man: (paraphrased for brevity) my cat's 4 months pregnant and she's acting funny--do you think she's going into labor now?<br /><br />me: (loooog pause--doing the math) i dont <em>think</em> so.<br /><br />I get more info out of him, and the cat sounds totally fine, so I tell him that it's not an emergency and he should call his regular vet in the morning--oh and I dont think Ms. Kitty's pregos. To which he replied:<br /><br />"oh, she's definately pregnant. I can tell!"<br /><br />allllll righty then. good luck with that. <em>click</em>.<br />What's the gestation period in a cat again?<br />60-65 <em>days. </em><br />How much you wanna bet he thinks its 9 months!<br />How much you wanna bet he's gonna call me in 5 months (also at 3 AM) asking how to induce labor?Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-48510594627806978682008-05-14T12:33:00.003-04:002008-05-15T12:42:19.173-04:00high as a kite<div><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200273100575562434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 20px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SCsU1S7TWsI/AAAAAAAAADc/9JNmFGcrHn0/s320/tongue.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p align="justify"> <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SCxZWC7TWtI/AAAAAAAAADk/m70qtB5aQGQ/s1600-h/leglik.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200629904983677650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/SCxZWC7TWtI/AAAAAAAAADk/m70qtB5aQGQ/s320/leglik.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;">12 hours after sx</span></p>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-91585046125999005912008-02-05T02:26:00.000-05:002008-02-05T02:38:52.588-05:00<span style="font-size:180%;">Shot on my commute home this morning. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R6gP0x-2rbI/AAAAAAAAADU/7PMvO9C-akQ/s1600-h/feb2008+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R6gP0x-2rbI/AAAAAAAAADU/7PMvO9C-akQ/s400/feb2008+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163394372224855474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm starting to get the hang of driving in the city but I'm still having trouble shooting and driving. <br />This was taken by my passenger. It started to snow after we got off the bridge. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the snow falling but my photographer fell asleep and I was busy concentrating on not getting lost again.</span>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-70202259763458172032008-02-01T10:23:00.000-05:002008-02-02T00:12:09.168-05:00The flu has been having its way with me all week. I'm finally getting back into the land of the living today. I've lost about 10 pounds (NOT something I needed to do) I'll be spending the day trying to hold down solid foods and then I'm gonna be sterilizing everything I came in contact with this week. maybe not the bunny....maybe...<br />I have a bunch of pictures on my camera from last week that I haven't had the energy to upload. Everything should be back to normal in a few days.Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-18908453797568249882008-01-21T10:05:00.000-05:002008-01-21T10:17:05.870-05:00Last night was one of the worst nights at work in a long, long, LONG time. I walked into ICU at midnight and did not get to sit down once til I got on the train this morning. I didn't even get a chance to pee. Thank god I brought a bag of pretzels with me or we all would have passed out from hypoglycemia. <br />We had a table dog until 4am and once he was stable the rest of ICU decided to crap out. Needless to say I did not get to take any pictures. My project 365 is not going well.Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-52741297074125831422008-01-18T01:09:00.000-05:002008-01-18T23:24:48.957-05:00Ghost train to brooklyn<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />well, not exactly<br /><br /><br />I shot these on the train coming home from work at 2AM (thanks to the MTA)<br />I was the only one in the car so I took a bunch of shots out the window while the train was moving. just because.<br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/?action=view&current=image7.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/image7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You can see the inside of the car reflected off the glass and the streaky streetlights and buildings outside the car.<br /><br /><a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/?action=view&current=image6.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/image6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and this shot is from monday night when I was waiting for the train<br /></span><center><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/Image4.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /></span><br /><br /><br /></center>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-3837828272035262162008-01-14T18:55:00.000-05:002008-01-19T01:42:01.444-05:00B/W Snapshots<span style="font-size:130%;">I've been working A LOT the last few weeks. 50 hours last week and 60 this week. not a lot of knitting time. But I have been playing around with my new camera and photoshop.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><center><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/hospital%20snapshots/heartwormfrenchie.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /><a href="http://www.heartwormsociety.org/article.asp?id=11#treatment"><br /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.heartwormsociety.org/article.asp?id=11#top">(click here for everything you ever wanted to know about heartworm disease)</a></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div></center><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><center><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="width: 384px; height: 289px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b280/bklynant/hospital%20snapshots/happytailchi.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />and a colorful sangria shot :<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4v8cWE8gTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A6fUrHGWz2w/s1600-h/sangria.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 284px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4v8cWE8gTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A6fUrHGWz2w/s200/sangria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491762348523826" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><div style="text-align: left;">(not at work, honest!)<br /></div><br /><br /></center>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-57200343672088661432008-01-06T14:05:00.001-05:002008-01-18T23:21:04.749-05:00the stethoscozy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4E37GE8gSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M0j-mAiKbbU/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 336px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4E37GE8gSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M0j-mAiKbbU/s200/IMG_0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152460937071722786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4E37GE8gSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M0j-mAiKbbU/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"> </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4E37GE8gSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M0j-mAiKbbU/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"> </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4EnMGE8gOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0IjEBjXYn40/s1600-h/stripes1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 337px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4EnMGE8gOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0IjEBjXYn40/s200/stripes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152442537431826658" border="0" /></a><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4EnMGE8gOI/AAAAAAAAACU/0IjEBjXYn40/s1600-h/stripes1.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >version 1.0</span></a></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br />you asked for it so here it is. Mystery knitted object #197 from october 2006.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > The perfect solution for those chilly nights in ICU. Version 1.0 is made out of merino wool which is really soft and warm and fuzzy but also hand wash only. And after the 50 millionith time it got sprayed with stinky bodily fluid I decided I needed something more machine wash friendly.<br /><br />Thus was born The Stethoscozy 2.o</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4EnfWE8gPI/AAAAAAAAACc/_K-p1Vx6s8k/s1600-h/purple1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 72px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4EnfWE8gPI/AAAAAAAAACc/_K-p1Vx6s8k/s200/purple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152442868144308466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4EnfWE8gPI/AAAAAAAAACc/_K-p1Vx6s8k/s1600-h/purple1.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >version2.0</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Made out of a very machine washable cotton/bamboo (antimicrobial) blend, the newer version extends to cover the entire stethoscope including the ear bud thingies. It provides an excellent layer of protection against mastiff droolage, obnoxious bunny teeth and various other environmental grossness that you wouldn't want stuck in your ears.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R5FmZGE8gVI/AAAAAAAAADM/8MdKqoy0D8Y/s1600-h/DIFFDOCTOR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R5FmZGE8gVI/AAAAAAAAADM/8MdKqoy0D8Y/s400/DIFFDOCTOR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015629630046546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R4Ew32E8gRI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z1hd-wvrs8E/s1600-h/purple3.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"> (still working on my photoshop skillz)</span></a>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17058418.post-39070823443688195212007-12-31T14:16:00.001-05:002010-01-06T09:40:53.529-05:00happy new year?I'm spending new year's eve home sick with a stomach bug. Hopefully this isn't a sign of how I'll be spending the rest of 2008. But to keep my mind off of my stomach troubles I decided to redo the mystery knitting object. It was too boring to knit it all in one color. So I frogged the whole thing and started over. And since I'm knitting with wool I decided to knit it extra big so that I could later felt it to the perfect size and make it extra cozy. Needless to say it is still not finished.<br />I took some new pictures of my progress. I used the rabbit model this time. Rabbit model was not at all interested in the knitting and I had alreay used up all my patience dealing with my stomach and refiguring out my knitting. So....just use your imagination and pretend the pics below are not at all blurry and actually have knitting content. Thanks.<br /><br /><div><p align="left"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R3lFz2E8gKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EHiD8Dyt-HM/s1600-h/1.jpg"><br /></a></p><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="left"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R3lJPGE8gMI/AAAAAAAAACE/vA5XJfqXVaU/s1600-h/2.jpg"><br /></a></p><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="left"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R3lJg2E8gNI/AAAAAAAAACM/2-Zy3W0nraA/s1600-h/attack1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150228477495771346" style="width: 372px; height: 278px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VxlOpFJuQVM/R3lJg2E8gNI/AAAAAAAAACM/2-Zy3W0nraA/s200/attack1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">HAVE A HAPPY AND<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><strong>H</strong><strong>EALTHY </strong>2008 !!!!!</p></div>Anhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01386196269426113995noreply@blogger.com1