The other day I realized I'm becoming more and more grownup. One of the signs I discovered is affinity for asparagus. I used to refuse to even eat asparagus, and when I did force it down, it was painful. Suddenly, several months ago, I ordered a meal where asparagus was one of the main ingredients. I loved it. I now crave it. It's a sign. However, I still feel like the idea that I'm a grownup is a laughable one. I feel a kinship to the character in this comic (another sign that I am not grownup is the fact that I still read comics).
In other news, this morning I realized that Walter is a pretty nice size for a dog. Not small enough to be too annoying, but small enough that I can still carry him. I mentioned this to my mom and she suggested that I figure out a way to bonsai him. As I considered the methods used to bonsai a tree, I realized that if these were applied to an animal, it might be considered cruelty. Restricting food, water, and living space to keep an animal small all seem somewhat legally actionable, except in the case of goldfish.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
pets = stress
This week Walter was very sick. I got worried. Thursday night I was worried I would have no puppy the next morning. Here's the whole story. Tuesday morning (2 am-ish) I woke up to Walter whining. Turns out he had vomited in his crate!. It was gross, but I was able to clean it up pretty easily. He continued to throw up throughout the morning and got weaker and weaker as the day wore on. By 9am, he would just lie there forlornly, and no amount of coaxing would help him. I ended up taking him to the vet and they decided they needed to do a very expensive x-ray. That, coupled with blood tests, and the actual visit, meant that I had to shell out a lot of money. I was not pleased, but I figured that if the puppy got better, it would be worth it.
They gave me some antibiotics for him and sent me on my way. I was slightly annoyed, because it seemed like he was already getting better. He kept vomiting (or wommitin...), but seemed to be getting better. The next morning he was excited for his food! That was the last time he ate for two days. Thursday I was a bit freaked and had a pit in my stomach all day. The puppy seemed to have some energy, but he wouldn't eat, and he still threw up a couple of times. Friday morning I finally took him to the vet clinic I had wanted to go to in the first place. They checked him out, gave him some saline and vitamin shots and some special food and sent us on our way (they also didn't charge me much, a little less than 1/4 what the other place charged). By Friday afternoon he was pretty perky. By yesterday evening he was so puppyish he was hard to control. I realize there are perks to a subdued puppy, but I am very happy for energetic Walter to be back!
They gave me some antibiotics for him and sent me on my way. I was slightly annoyed, because it seemed like he was already getting better. He kept vomiting (or wommitin...), but seemed to be getting better. The next morning he was excited for his food! That was the last time he ate for two days. Thursday I was a bit freaked and had a pit in my stomach all day. The puppy seemed to have some energy, but he wouldn't eat, and he still threw up a couple of times. Friday morning I finally took him to the vet clinic I had wanted to go to in the first place. They checked him out, gave him some saline and vitamin shots and some special food and sent us on our way (they also didn't charge me much, a little less than 1/4 what the other place charged). By Friday afternoon he was pretty perky. By yesterday evening he was so puppyish he was hard to control. I realize there are perks to a subdued puppy, but I am very happy for energetic Walter to be back!
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Compared to practically everywhere else, Utah totally rocks!
As I was driving to California, I thought of three reasons why Utah totally rocks.
Reason number 1: grass. There's nothing like nice, green Kentucky Bluegrass. Walking barefoot in the evening produces the most pleasant sensations.
Reason number 2: crisp bean burritos. There is no Mexican fast food that compares to the fried goodness of the crisp bean burrito from Taco Time. They're so good that my dad craved them each time he had a chemo treatment.
Reason number 3: high speed limits. Huzzah for 80 mph test sections! Forget 65, 70, and 75, it's all about the 80! I love it.
Reason number 1: grass. There's nothing like nice, green Kentucky Bluegrass. Walking barefoot in the evening produces the most pleasant sensations.
Reason number 2: crisp bean burritos. There is no Mexican fast food that compares to the fried goodness of the crisp bean burrito from Taco Time. They're so good that my dad craved them each time he had a chemo treatment.
Reason number 3: high speed limits. Huzzah for 80 mph test sections! Forget 65, 70, and 75, it's all about the 80! I love it.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Going to the dark side
Not long ago a friend gave me a mix CD. It was a disc of country songs. Other friends seemed surprised that I had only heard two of the songs before (and those because they were on the only country disc in the whole house when I was growing up). This is not actually surprising, as in the past country music has held little interest for me.
I have listened to the mix a couple of times now, and I find myself liking a few of the songs, and most of them are by the same person. I feel like it's a slippery slope down to actual purchase of a country album. I might be almost there!
Solution: Celebrate? De-Tox?
I have listened to the mix a couple of times now, and I find myself liking a few of the songs, and most of them are by the same person. I feel like it's a slippery slope down to actual purchase of a country album. I might be almost there!
Solution: Celebrate? De-Tox?
Monday, August 31, 2009
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