Since yesterday was the five-year anniversary of my arrival in Happy Larryville, I took SackO’SugarK out for a sit-down dinner (which is a real rarity for us). Went to a Mexican restaurant in Snellville which I’d read good things about and it was deeee-licious. Despite the fact we ate enough to necessitate waddling out to teh parking lot afterwards, we haz copious leftovers…yay!!!!
Sven --
I very much hope teh job gets better.
Paddy --
Apparently your car has a secret life; bad sneaky auto! (And good luck getting that mess straightened out. Does teh Notice of Delinquent Parking Violation include make/model/color info which doesn’t match your vehicle?)
Mac --
Is today’s amusing pic part of a scheme to lure a certain missing TX Gerbil into dropping-by?
Mac -- prayers for Elena’s mom and your entire family.
Fatwa -- the color is correct, the make is wrong, their is no model info. I filed a request for initial review online, explaining (in 500 characters, or less) why I don’t think a violation with my vehicle occurred. I should hear back in a couple of weeks.
Heh. Saw a “Pugs not Drugs” t-shirt on a yewt yesterday. That made me laugh.
::sigh::
Sven, I kind of covet your learning curve right now. It’d keep me completely distracted -- and I could seriously use that.
Mr. X and I have come to the decision that it’s time to let the Big Dog go. His will really isn’t there anymore, and neither is his back end -- it just won’t keep up anymore. We had to rescue him from the pond the other day -- he just couldn’t get out of the mud.
He’s not struggling *too* badly -- but he won’t make it through another summer’s heat, and if we wait and it actually gets to the point where he makes any sort of whimper or vocal indication of pain, we’ll die of guilt. The Big Dog’s hallmark has always been his stoicism -- even when a 30lb raccoon is digging its claws into his skull -- he didn’t yelp.
The vet’s doing a mobile callout so he’ll be home, and he’ll stay home. But Friday’s going to be a really rough day.
I know this is one of the promises we make them when we take them in, and I know these last at least five years have been sheer heaven for him. But he’s my “first” in two ways: he was my first Christmas present from Mr. X, and he’s the first dog that was *mine*.
Hence my sporadic appearances here at Teh Wheel -- between the Big Dog and the on-going train wreck that’s my co-worker (not to mention all the shiite in the news) -- I just disconnect and sink myself into crocheting the afghan for October’s VFD fundraiser and watching “Justified” DVDs once my workday is done.
Thank you, my friends. She made it through the night but with a lot of pain. She normally has high PB but now it is so low they were afraid to give her pain meds. I am not familiar with infection metrics but she is improving. They are looking for a 10 and she is at 20, but she was at 30, so it looks hopeful. I am going to the hospital now to see the family and see if the younger sister, who had the surgery and can’t stand or sit very long, needs to go home (I took her to her mother’s house last night when things stabilized and she needed to lie down. She was to call me this morning for a ride but my phone was set to “vibrate only” from when I was at the hospital so her father picked her up. A lot of the family stayed at the hospital all night and Elena’s niece flew in from Huston.
That’s good news, Mac. Prayers that they can get the infection under control and stop the pain. Remember to take care of yourself while you’re taking care of everyone else.
Thanks for the update; I neglected to check teh M.O. earlier this morning. Brenda and I are thinking of all of you.
And we second Paddy’s advice.
TeX --
Sorry that your job’s still a cluster-fark. And very saddened to read about teh Big Dog. (Jackson’s my first dog in 35 years and he’s going to reach that point sooner rather than later; that’s gonna be rough.)
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Paddy --
Might I be correct in presuming that the Ticket-Toady™ wrote the license plate incorrectly on the citation? Good luck with getting that straightened out; hope it doesn’t become an exercise in “fvck you, that’s why”.
Achtung, baby! An unusual chicken restaurant in Thailand has KFC threatening legal action.
“Hitler” recently opened its doors in Bangkok, and sports a storefront emblem very similar to the American fried chicken chain. But instead of Colonel Sanders, its logo features the head of Adolf Hitler, complete with apron and bow tie.
KFC officials said they may take legal action against the restaurant if it doesn’t cease and desist immediately.
Oh well…at least it’s not a business selling Chicken Pol Pot Pies; I suspect that might not go over well in Cambodia.
Do they only sell baked chicken?
Is it true you can get your chicken with or without skin? And they turn the skin into lovely lampshades?
Instead of a biscuit, you get Arbeit macht fries?
Thoughts and prayers, Mac.
Have I missed something?
Good wishes en route for whatever reasons they may be needed.
Sure Happy It’s Tuesday, GN!
Since yesterday was the five-year anniversary of my arrival in Happy Larryville, I took SackO’SugarK out for a sit-down dinner (which is a real rarity for us). Went to a Mexican restaurant in Snellville which I’d read good things about and it was deeee-licious. Despite the fact we ate enough to necessitate waddling out to teh parking lot afterwards, we haz copious leftovers…yay!!!!
Sven --
I very much hope teh job gets better.
Paddy --
Apparently your car has a secret life; bad sneaky auto! (And good luck getting that mess straightened out. Does teh Notice of Delinquent Parking Violation include make/model/color info which doesn’t match your vehicle?)
Mac --
Is today’s amusing pic part of a scheme to lure a certain missing TX Gerbil into dropping-by?
Good morning, Gerbil Nation!
Mac -- prayers for Elena’s mom and your entire family.
Fatwa -- the color is correct, the make is wrong, their is no model info. I filed a request for initial review online, explaining (in 500 characters, or less) why I don’t think a violation with my vehicle occurred. I should hear back in a couple of weeks.
Heh. Saw a “Pugs not Drugs” t-shirt on a yewt yesterday. That made me laugh.
::sigh::
Sven, I kind of covet your learning curve right now. It’d keep me completely distracted -- and I could seriously use that.
Mr. X and I have come to the decision that it’s time to let the Big Dog go. His will really isn’t there anymore, and neither is his back end -- it just won’t keep up anymore. We had to rescue him from the pond the other day -- he just couldn’t get out of the mud.
He’s not struggling *too* badly -- but he won’t make it through another summer’s heat, and if we wait and it actually gets to the point where he makes any sort of whimper or vocal indication of pain, we’ll die of guilt. The Big Dog’s hallmark has always been his stoicism -- even when a 30lb raccoon is digging its claws into his skull -- he didn’t yelp.
The vet’s doing a mobile callout so he’ll be home, and he’ll stay home. But Friday’s going to be a really rough day.
I know this is one of the promises we make them when we take them in, and I know these last at least five years have been sheer heaven for him. But he’s my “first” in two ways: he was my first Christmas present from Mr. X, and he’s the first dog that was *mine*.
Hence my sporadic appearances here at Teh Wheel -- between the Big Dog and the on-going train wreck that’s my co-worker (not to mention all the shiite in the news) -- I just disconnect and sink myself into crocheting the afghan for October’s VFD fundraiser and watching “Justified” DVDs once my workday is done.
I love y’all.
That’s got to be the hardest thing we do out of love for our pets. {{{hugs}}}
So true.
Sorry, Mac -- prayers for you, Elena, and the family.
Thank you, my friends. She made it through the night but with a lot of pain. She normally has high PB but now it is so low they were afraid to give her pain meds. I am not familiar with infection metrics but she is improving. They are looking for a 10 and she is at 20, but she was at 30, so it looks hopeful. I am going to the hospital now to see the family and see if the younger sister, who had the surgery and can’t stand or sit very long, needs to go home (I took her to her mother’s house last night when things stabilized and she needed to lie down. She was to call me this morning for a ride but my phone was set to “vibrate only” from when I was at the hospital so her father picked her up. A lot of the family stayed at the hospital all night and Elena’s niece flew in from Huston.
That’s good news, Mac. Prayers that they can get the infection under control and stop the pain. Remember to take care of yourself while you’re taking care of everyone else.
Jerry, Penny was trying to log in but couldn’t. Should I tell her to just re-register?
Drive-by:
Mac --
Thanks for the update; I neglected to check teh M.O. earlier this morning. Brenda and I are thinking of all of you.
And we second Paddy’s advice.
TeX --
Sorry that your job’s still a cluster-fark. And very saddened to read about teh Big Dog. (Jackson’s my first dog in 35 years and he’s going to reach that point sooner rather than later; that’s gonna be rough.)
{{{{TeX}}}}
Paddy --
Might I be correct in presuming that the Ticket-Toady™ wrote the license plate incorrectly on the citation? Good luck with getting that straightened out; hope it doesn’t become an exercise in “fvck you, that’s why”.
Dad would have chuckled over this:
Oh well…at least it’s not a business selling Chicken Pol Pot Pies; I suspect that might not go over well in Cambodia.
Do they only sell baked chicken?
Is it true you can get your chicken with or without skin? And they turn the skin into lovely lampshades?
Instead of a biscuit, you get Arbeit macht fries?
Hey…there’s supposed to be a © after the last item; gotta protect Dad’s invention! 😉
Wonder if they have cabbage soup on teh menu and/or exclusively use gas ovens?