Car accident, Movie, Carrie visiting (though, not in that order).

So... Danielle asked me to give her a ride home after work. We left way early because there were only two animals (a white winged dove and a baby cottontail rabbit) in the wildlife room and Tina said she'd take care of them for us. Danielle has a subscription to Netflicks and she had just received Hide and Seek in the mail. Hmm, it was good, but not great. I really like Dakota Fanning as an actor (or actress, whatever); she seems very genuine.

After the movie, while I was driving home, I saw this SUV plowing into the Jersey barrier in the center of the freeway. Another car and I stopped to make sure everything was alright. This girl was driving and she was by herself. To make a long story short she was drunk and after I helped her from her car she could barely walk a straight line. I thought she was just in shock at first (her leg was bleeding too from the driver's side window being smashed in) and kept trying to get her to sit down. She wanted me to take her home before the cops got there. I couldn't understand why and I didn't want her to get a ticket for leaving her car on the side of the highway or for leaving the scene of an accident. Finally she told me she'd been drinking and she really wanted to leave. Just then the cops got there so I didn't have to worry about getting into trouble for helping her get home without waiting for the cops. They talked to her for a minute and while she was getting her license and insurance the one cop motioned to the other that he thought she'd been drinking. Before letting me leave, they took my name and number.

By this time it was about 8pm. I had planned on going out to Carrie's house to watch Constantine (Which I've already seen in the theaters and love), but they were starting the movie at 8 so I figured I'd just get there late. When I called Carrie to double check she was at the hospital with her friend, Jason, who's mother had gone in for surgery; so I hadn't missed the movie anyways. Carrie and Jason came by on their way home from the hospital and got to see Zeus (our great Dane) for the first time. They stayed for about an and hour and a half or so. It was great.

Carrie wants me to go camping with her next week at the beach. I love camping, I love the beach, I love spending time with Carrie. Sounds as though it's going to be a great combination (Wow, that was a pretty retarded sentence).

Anyways, goodbye.

PS here is a pic of Zeus...

blue and red

Laura and I did hair the other night. We highlighted hers with blond and bleached a chunk of mine blond too. We dyed my blond chunk blue and gave laura red streaks (post photograph).

That is all.

enjoy
















Currently watching: "Lemony Snicket's 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'"

Not much to tell

Haven't been feeling the greatest lately, mostly just depressed about finances etc. Dad is doing much worse; I can't wait until he quits his job and goes into busines for himself. The only issue is how we are going to be able to pay for life between when he quits and when he begins to see money come in from is new job. He is going tomorrow to see about a teaching position at a college...

I quit my job on Monday (YAY!!!), so Tuesday I was in this glorious mood and couldn't stop singing and laughing. Everyone at work was asking why I was in such a good mood. I didn't have the heart to tell them it was because I was so happy to be leaving, so I just told them it was because I'd stayed up late the night before having a great time and I was singing because I was trying to stay awake. This was partly true as I had had a wonderful time the nght before; I had to pick Danielle up from the airport at midnight, so I hung out with a friend of mine Carrie, who I handn't hung out with in ages. She, her husband Jordan, and her co-worker/friend Jason, and I all went out to dinner together. *sigh* I need to get out more often. Anyways, This high marked the end of me being depressed about my ..."crummy"... job and the beginning of me being depressed about money and everything else that I'm really behind in.

There is a scholarship that I should be applying for before the 1st of August. I have barely begun getting my recommendation letters together for it and have no idea how I'm going to get the paper and everything together in time. My last day at the pet groomer's is next Wednesday. I am looking forward to leaving, but not looking forward to saying goodbye to regular income. I hate not earning money.

I guess I could trust God to get me through it, but then what would I worry about?

I was relieved to day because I have one recommendation letter (for the scholarship) on its way, plus I got a check in the mail from the drug study that I'm involved in. I feel as though I am making progress, even if it is just a tiny bit at a time.

I really should go to bed now so more some other time.

Currently reading:
All My Patients are Under the Bed, Memoirs of a Cat Doctor, by Dr. Louis J. Camuti with Marilyn and Haskel Frankel (good book and funny too)

Just watched:
War of the Worlds (good)
Batman Begins (great)
Triplets of Bellville (interestingly different)

Gaaaah!

Too busy to post anything worth reading (not that anyone reads my blog anyways... still one can hope, can't one?).

-This week has flown by. The doggie salon wants me to work full time, I'm holding out for better pay and less cigarette smoke. They treat me really nice and give me the time off that I ask for; I think they are afraid that I'm going to leave. And I am ...someday. They say I'm faster than anyone else, so I wonder why they don't pay me more; if I'm twice as fast I should get twice the pay *grin*

-Last Thursday I took my friend's parents to the airport (she's out of town too and doesn't get back 'til Monday); their flight left at 4AM. Since then I've been going to their house every day to take care of their three cats and Danielle's three cats (yes, they have six total, all indoor cats). Laura has been going out there with me and we've been staying the night and having a great time.

-The clinic (Wildlife Rescue drop-off) is still my afternoon visit. I'm enjoying it, but lately it seems to have been more of a drag. This may be due to lack of sleep and increased time commitments in other areas of my life. Or not.

-The drug study that Laura and I are participating in is almost over (thank God). I am tired of being stuck and re-stuck by people who can't properly thread a needle into a huge arm vein.

Mom is calling ...not sure when I'll be able to finish so I'm posting this now (for all my avid readers) and I'll try to get something more up later.

edit *back* (8 hours later)

Now (thanks to the nurse who stuck me at the drug study clinic) I have a huge Z shaped bruise on the inside of my arm! I call it the "mark of Zoro" and from now on I'm going to call her Zoro *wideevilgrin*

-I spent an hour driving around and around the airport waiting for Danielle's dad's plane to land. Finally I parked and called home and, lo and behold, it was going to be and hour and 10 minutes late. I'd checked it before leaving and the website said it was right on time. *Grrrr* I was supposed to go to a birthday party tonight, but decided to go ahead and go on home because I was just so exhausted.

Now Laura and I are going to watch some of the James Herriot series (which Dad got me from 1/2 priced books for my birthday).

Sorry to lead such a boring life (though, I have no idea who I'm apologizing to, besides myself).

Christine

Roadrunners

This evening after working at the clinic I went to another vet clinic to pick up some baby roadrunners that someone had dropped off there for Wildlife Rescue. Well, instead of being greeted by huge members of the cuckoo family, upon receiving the box I ws greeted with a high-pitched cry similar to that of a far-off sea bird; hmmmm, definitely not a Roadrunner. In the box were two tiny Killdeer chicks.

Killdeer are members of the plover family and look like little shore birds. They nest on the ground (usually in a flat open grassy area, near water) and their babies are frequently picked up by kindhearted (if mistaken) individuals who believe the birds have fallen out of their nest. In reality they have simply walked out of their nest (probably following the parent bird) in search of something to ingest.

Since Wildlife Rescue had already picked up the animals from the clinic where I volunteer, I took the killdeer chicks home (horribly illegal and wonderfully fineable)to care for them until tomorrow when I go to the clinic.

One of the chicks was acting lethargic compared to the other. It seemed he couldn't stand very well. While I was holding him and trying to feed him he leapt out of my hands and fell tot he floor. I gasped. Aww crud! But he was alright and struggled to get away when I reached for him. Then I noticed something large that looked like dried feces stuck to his belly where the yolk sack was attached to the egg. Taking him into the bathroom, I rinsed his abdomen until the stuff came off. It turned out to be two little pebbly rocks. No wonder he couldn't walk very well; if I had two rocks stuck to my stomach I wouldn't be able to walk well either!

Taking the chick into the living room, I told my Mom about what had happened. While I was talking the chick leapt out of my hand and landed on his side on the floor. Gosh-dar n-it! He wasn't moving. "Now you've killed him!" Mom said. Oh man, I thought I had too. Then he started moving and I ran him back into the utility room where I'd set up a heating pad for them. He turned out to be OK, but I decided that there'd be no more trips into the living room for these guys. The one that I'd dropped (twice) was still a little wet from his rinsing and it made him seem smaller and weaker than his sibling.

The next time I went out to feed I was extra careful. Both birds were alert and walking around and the one who'd lost half his body weight when I'd removed the rocks seemed to be alright (he might have to ride the short bus to school, but he probably won't have to wear a helmet). While I was feeding his sib Carrie (as I'd dubbed the head trauma bird), started running around on Mom's desk. Woops, don't want him falling off; better put him back in his box. Oh Dar n it! I almost crushed him by knocking over a huge cup of pens. This little bird should be named Calamity Jane or something else equally appropriate to his propensity for getting in and out of scrapes. He has survived more horrible incidents since I picked him up (not to mention being found underneath somebody's car in a parking lot before he was dropped off at the clinic) if he were a cat he'd have used up several of his nine lives.

Ah well, better hit the sack as I have to get up at 3:30AM to drive my friend's parents to the airport (she's out of town -such a good friend... I guess that's what they're for).

Christine

PS Oh, forgot to mention: the clinic where I picked him up is hiring for a vet tech position. I put in an application, so maybe, just maybe, that is why God wanted me to run all the way out to get those birds (well, that and to save the birds, of course); we'll see.

A day in the race

Today was a slow day at the "doggy heaven pet salon" where I work (said with no sarcasm what-so-ever). It would have almost been a great day, if it weren't for the pervading odor of cigarettes (Marlboro regulars, to be exact). My boss and one of the employees who's been there forever both spend half their time there smoking and it's driving me insane. I'm going to have to quit soon because of it. If I were making more money I might consider putting up with it, but $6.50/hr (roughly translating to about $26.00 a day) just isn't worth smelling as though I worked at some sort of bar or club.

*Sigh*

After work ( I get off at noon), I came home and changed into some less smelly cloths so that I could go get my blood drawn for a drug study that I'm doing and after which, I went to work at an Animal Hospital where I volunteer in their Wildlife Rescue drop-off room (for pictures go here).

Sometimes when the wildlife room is slow I help one of the girls, Tina, with the dogs that are boarding at the hospital. The dogs are kept in kennels upstairs away from everyone else and it's nice to escape from all the loud noise and confusion that takes place downstairs and exchange it for the solitude of the noise and confusion gong on upstairs.

Today Tina and I were both starving. I'd eaten lunch at about 12:30 PM, but since it was about 5PM at the time, all memory of food had deserted my stomach and Tina hadn't even eaten lunch. We talked about me running out and getting us something to eat, but all of a sudden the clinic got really busy and then there was no time. So about 15 minutes later when we went upstairs all we could thinking about was food. We made a few jokes about eating dog food and I even tried some of the chicken and rice canned food (it was gross) that we use to lure the dogs back into their kennels when they are done taking their potty break outside. Then we both tried a milk bone. Hmm, not bad. Tina told me that when she was little she used to eat the "beggin' strips" that her parents bought for their family dogs. I told her that I sometimes used to eat the little corners off of milk bones before I gave them to my dogs. We laughed about how silly it was for us to be sitting there sharing a milk bone and how starving we were and nobody would let us take the time to eat proper food. "Oh look," Tina started laughing harder "there's a little hair in mine". We stepped outside to let a dog out and discovered, upon further examination, that each of our halves of the biscuit contained several little hairs. I had a black ones in mine and Tina had several blacks interspersed with whites (Yum yum). This made us laugh even harder, hoping that they were horse or some other variety of animal hair and not an unsanitary cook's hairs. Hahaha!

Anyways, enough about how silly we were.

When we came back downstairs, we discovered that Wildlife Rescue had come and gone (they pick up all the animals promptly at 6PM -unless we are waiting and wanting them to come early, then they are always late- to take them out to their facilities for treatment and rehabilitation) and that we'd missed getting to see a yellow bat (very rare) that had been dropped off at the last minute and left.

What we didn't miss was the injured adult squirrel that came in 45 minutes after WR had left. Since no one (including me) wanted to take it home, Tina and I made it comfortable in a roomy box w/ food and water. Before we put it away we gave it a shot of Dex as a kinda "pick-me-up" to help it deal with the stress of being caught and we cleaned its mouth out because it was all impacted with what looked like rotten acorn. Odd. That's all.

After leaving the clinic, I came home, ate, checked my email and now I am going to bed.

goodnight.

PS

Well, here's to nothing.

Well, at the insistence of my beautiful and talented (an did I mention single?) sister (who has extensive experience with blogging and all such related matters), I've decided to have another go at my blog; the million dollar question is whether or not it will be a successful go.

In the picture, Laura is the blond on the left (which of course leaves me on the right); she is my bestest, bestest buddy and we always do everything together (especially fighting).

Today, being the fourth of July, is a holiday and the family is spending it in the living room watching (of all things) Re-runs of Little House on the Prairie.

Earlier, Laura and I went Thrift Store shopping with two of my brothers, Nick and Eric. Because of the 4th they were having a huge sale and everything was 50% off! Yay!

Anyways, Little House is over now and I have things to accomplish before I go to bed tonight, so I'm wrapping this post up.

Christine