Archive for April, 2009

And We Call Him “Slim” – NOT!

Gotta love Vet appointments. Every owner knows the ordeal of getting the pets in their carriers, yet alone a dog or two through the front door of the Vets office. Once you get them through the doors, commence the the whining, the look of concern on their little faces and the pacing. The whole ordeal is just big fun I tell you.

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How Was your Monday?

Early this morning about 7:15 a.m. The Husband says “we have an accident”. On a very old rug by the door is the accident.

People – we have been dealing with a sick dog since Friday morning. I had just fed the dogs, went to wake the husband, stepped out side, came in and the husband says “we have an accident”.

This is who caused the accident:

Poor Stella couldn’t even keep it in her for 15 minutes. And that is something that never happens. Now we started feeding her chicken and rice yesterday – hoping that whatever was going on with her stomach would stop – Fat chance in hell that happening.

Luckily we had vet appointments today and appointments tomorrow, except today it was the cats that were supposed go in – and tomorrow the dogs. Change in plans, the dogs went today and the cats tomorrow.

Stella has eaten something she should not have. What that was? – your guess is as good as mine. What ever it was, it is not some sort of parasite, not bacterial, viral, not a blockage (one of my worst fears, been down that road once before), but something that has made this dog sick.

So tonight I will wrestle with this 60 lb dog to give her a pill and tomorrow she goes back in for another shot. Tomorrow morning will be a fun ride to the vets. One dog and two crying cats – let the fun begin.

This is the biggest cry baby ever:

They are Finally Mine!

I have coveted these for for years. Years I tell you. When the late 1800’s early 1900’s building was sold I thought they would be lost forever sitting in some landfill.

The General Contractor on the old building is a customer of mine. I asked – as soon as he started working on the building – if they were going to reuse the old front doors. General Contractor told me no. I asked “can I have them?” He had a funny look on his face and said “sure, I’ll let you know when I replace them”. BTW, they are free! This is where I did the happy dance. I could not believe that they would be mine.

Last week the doors found their new home. I was so excited. “B” was nice enough to come get them and deliver them safe to our garage where they will stay until we begin work on the front porch. Did I mention the doors are free!

I showed “B” this photo from the Woodbury House and told him this is what I’m going for – and asked what he thought about it. “B” said to me “if you want old windows like that I can probably hook you up.”

My friends, in this city it is all about who you know in order to find the good stuff. Shoot – I forgot a big shout out to “B” for rescuing another 4 panel solid wood door out of the garbage to replace our side door. Dude you are the man! Yes, this door was also free.

Family, Friends and Ghetto Trash

It has been a very long week which started last Friday and will not end until tonight. Work has sucked the life out of me but I am off till Wednesday. I intend to relish every single second of my time off.

Our weekends have been filled with dinning out, checking out a new winery, family obligations (Easter), birthday parties and ghetto neighbors.

Friday night was one of my closest girlfriend’s 40th birthday party. I was surprised she went for a party because she is really not that kind of girl – does not care to be the center of attention – that, my friends, is why she and I have been friends since she was 16 years old. Some how her significant other talked her into a party. At this party I made a new friend called Mojito. Now I have had Mojito’s in the past and they were “okay”, but her man makes the best freaking Mojito’s that I have ever tasted. The perfect blend of simple syrup to mint to liquor to soda and lime. There will have to be a Mojito’s party this summer – the guest of honor with be my friend Mojito.

Today is “little man’s” 1st birthday – it was actually April 15th but we are doing the big celebration today. “Little Man” is our Step-Grandmunchkin. The Husband was married once before – raised a stepson, hence why we are Step-Grandparents. It’s very humbling and an honor to be held in such high regard. Bring on “Elmo” – aka – baby crack.

The new winery is a a beautiful venue. However, the wine sucked. I have never had wine that gave me cotton mouth, cleared my sinuses, made me feel like I just did a shot of espresso, did not deliver in taste and what the heck was that aftertaste. Since the husband and I drink very different types of wine I expected his to have some legs and be full bodied but his wine was just thin and he had the same effects as mine did. The husband and I were very focused on what made this wine produce these effects. Oh well, we will not be going back.

For some not so enlightening news, the neighbors across the street are “Ghetto Trash”. For some strange reason they seem to think that is it okay to have girlie, cat fight, smack downs at 10:00 at night that seem to involve 15 plus people – that needed to play chicken in the street with the cars – while screaming trash ghetto speak at one another seeing who can ghetto speak the loudest – while a ghetto cat fight on the porch was taking place.

Yep, you know I called the police – I have no shame – I have zero tolerance left. I called it “training time” – it is time to train the new neighbors proper etiquette of living in this “neighbor- Hood”. Oddly enough it has been very silent all week, I can’t imagine why since these people have partied it up in 30 degree weather till 2:00 a.m. on most porch squatting nights. Dare I think – nah it is best not to go there and dream such dreams.

Integrity Wins!

Let’s hear it for integrity – it’s seems to be contagious – Not! I thought I’d share the aftermath of the power of the e-mailing.

I wasn’t the only person who questioned the behavior of a certain board member and his decision making process. This is good because it doesn’t make me look like some crazy person. Some other folks would tell you different.

This is what happened:

The meeting with the block watch captains happened.

The person facilitating the meeting stated that the “Political Action Committee” would be in after this meeting officially ended. Imagine that, should have been set up like this from the beginning. Give people choice if they wish to leave.

The Board is no more, at this meeting it was officially dis-banded and some restructuring will be taking place. I applauded this decision because it should have happened over a year ago. Now things can get done.

Myself and the other board member have been called names on the local message boards. Wow, stand up and not roll with the flow, you get labeled a mental health nut-case. No, I didn’t feed into it because the folks who are doing it look like fools.

Myself and the other board member pissed a whole lot of folks off. Oh well – Like I said, this homey don’t play that !

The best part was that the political action committee did a no show. How funny is that?

Power to the little people.

It’s All About Integrity

Grab your favorite beverage and join me.

After a glass of wine and the re-attaching of my head to my shoulders a question kept coming up over and over – “Do I have a valid reason to be angry”?

In the last 72 hours my patience has been pushed to the limits and my integrity tested. Integrity won because I resigned – This homey don’t play that!

You see I have had this non paid position on this board that deals with block watches. If you live in an urban area you might belong to one. Block watches are a good thing.

The city-wide board that I sit sat on, with its non paid positions meets 4 times a year, every quarter to touch base with the Captains of the the block watches. This is to makes sure that every is going okay, address any problems, plan any events for the future, things of that nature.

We have one rule no political stuff of any sort. No campaigning of any sort – by anyone – for any thing.

I knew we had a meeting coming up this week, no problem, I was eager to get down to business to do some problem solving because my dying/dysfunctional city is going to be laying off many folks and it would be a good idea to deal with the aftermath of how we will be effected.

Husband: “You need to come and read this”.
Me: “read what”? – local message board.
Husband: “Did you know about this”?
Me: “NO” – hand starting to shake, head ready to explode.
My head is popping off.

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