Livin' for the Weekend

Ahhh, The Pumpkin Patches. Half Moon Bay (where I live) is apparently "Pumpkin Capital of the World." Although I feel that's a hyperbole. Either way, there's a LOT of pumpkin mania around here. Especially during the weekend. I do my best to avoid it COMPLETELY but this year I went to a pumpkin patch (the first time in 8ish years) for Baby Z's first halloween and pumpkin outing. It was the most insane thing ever. I couldn't even begin to comprehend what it would be like.

Adam, Z, and I like a little happy family. We look like we could be young parents or something equally scary. Don't worry! Not for me anytime soon.

Here I am holding a pumpkin like it's a baby...

The baby and the Beast. I title this one: The nanny and the Babe.

And here I am pushing a wheelbarrow. I told Adam he better get a picture cause its the last time in my life he'll find me doing that.Do I look like I could be a good farmer?

And then we made had a quick beach trip (aka a looong walk).

Her first trip to the beach! She seemed to enjoy the sand, even gave it a quick taste! How could this not be the most adorable thing ever? Even if she does constantly get confused for a boy...

AND THAT WAS JUST SATURDAY AFTERNOON!

Sunday was spent with Tiffany. We had a nice little outing. I enjoy us spending time together even if I do have friend commitment issues. Cupcakes, shopping, a short walk, and even a crazy crazy san franciscan yelling at us to stop being happy. Buddy, it's gonna take a lot more than that to wipe the happy out of these lives.

SOS

OMG. I just went through such a horrible ordeal. I'm horribly shaken up and I can't escape the panic of what just happened. Adam and I come home to this porr horrible looking feeble dog in the middle of the road, seemingly unable to get up or move. Our car idled, as we sat there in utter shock before we could process anything. THe dog doesn't move. Keep in mind, it's pitch black outside, across the street from my house is a looming forest. Finally I spring we spring into action. Adam gets police department # (the only thing we can think of at the moment) while I tentatively approach the dog. He's got a collar and a tag. He stands there completely unresponsive. He's standing, he isn't dead, obviously. We assume he's been hit by a car and react thus. We call the 2 numbers on the tags, I realize I know the people and call my mom, dad, and sister to get their home numbers. No answers from them. We call the police department which gives us the number of an emergency vet. Which gives us the number to a 24 hr emergency vet. Which gives us the number to animal services. They say they'll send someone within 20 - 30 mins. You can see understand the frantic panic that has set into motion. Calling every which way while this horribly, and I really do mean horribly, hurt, weak, and pathetic creature falls against me, holding it's weight against me simply to stand.

We bring him inside, give him food and water, while Tsunami paces inside barking and panicking as well. Falling all over himself and the water bowl, his legs shaking, the dog eats like its starved.

After a half hour of calls, the owners come to my house. They explain their dog hasn't been hit by a car like we thought, he's simply an old, old dog, dying. He's blind and deaf, he doesn't eat much and that's why he's so thin. He's in the throes of death, which is why he can barely walk THe owner is nonchalant. He coaxes him home slowly and surely. Leaving us stricken and dejected.

We make the calls to animal services, the dog has been picked up. And go inside to cope. I feel horrible. We've had a long night beyond the dog: what with forgotten keys, locked cars, pick ups and drop offs, emotional conversations.

My heart is in the bottom of my stomach, rotting away in stress.

The Happiest of Birthdays

For all my complaining, I'm very easily satisfied. I had a wonderful birthday, spent quite happily.

Very low key, no crazy outings. Just a couple of dinners, work, the bookstore, of all things.

Most importantly, and my favorite of all (quite sincerely), is the ability to spend quality time with the people in my life. It's what I actually wanted. To feel like I was special enough to set aside time for on at least my birthday. Which is definatly what I got.

So I'll beam and smile for at least the remainder of my birthday week.

Beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts

My desktop computer has been officially infected with some sort of nasty. I get these fakey warning boxes popping up everywhere. The kind where I know if I click it, It's taking me to more virus-y websites. ALL the time. I'm hoping that it's failed to access "personal" information on my computer but it does make everything horribly slow and absolutely impossible to be effective. I can't even open up any browsers without being bombarded with utter CRAP.

I tried to instal AVG, free spyware remover junks, but my trojan has actually infected me so much the damn spyware taker outer can't be properly installed. Super lame. I've run like 3 -4 different kinds of scanners, no luck. I've tried manually deleting it, but believe me, I'm not THAT computer savvy. The guy even disabled my task manager somehow.

I can't very well reformat my computer mostly because I don't have all the discs or programs to do so. I'm considering just going out and buying fancy spyware, anti viral programs. But that'll be like 80 bucks. Which is 80 dollars I don't have. Too bad, so sad.

Let's hope I figure SOMETHING out.

The Blues

I'm only a little dissapointed that everyone has seemingly forgotten about my birthday this year.

I didn't want some big regalia but from the select few just a something, anything.

Everyone's seemingly busy. I'm just dissapointed, is all. A sad, sorry little puppy

Like this one courtesy Martha Stewart's Blog

The Complete guide to Animal Sydneys

Any one doing anything exciting for halloween? Can't figure out what Adam and I are doing. If anyone's interested let me know, maybe we could do something exciting. (dancing?)

And here's the last of the pictures for now...

Old zoo pictures of the one and only me! The 1st one is my favorite

Oh Mickey, You're so fine

Oh, and here's one of me trying to jump into a picture with tons of people I don't know, my sister, and Mickey Mouse at a wedding that I went to a couple of weeks ago in DisneyLand.  (that's the certified real Mickey Mouse!) As I walked away I screamed like a teeny bopper "I love you Mickey!!!!" And I meant it. Take that.

(PS I actually know a LOT of the words for that "oh mickey" song. more than the normal person knows. really.)

let's Mexigo!

Now, here is the only proof that Adam and I went to Mexico for our Anniversary. surprisingly enough there's a minimum amount of pictures. (Busy doing something else? no way, that's vulgar. We spent most of our time eating)

Butterflies after zip lining in the Sierra Madres

We came back to our room looking like sailor moon transformed in it. Rose petals, hearts, and magic.

And here I am stuffing my face with what is presumably a hamburger. Could be a hot dog, if you ask me. Note: nacho cheese sauce on my plate for dipping. Glutton.

Dog Days

I'm on adam's computer. So I figured I'd update with super awesome pictures that I've not ever put up. Starting with Tsunami:

Here she is before the accident. circa June/July. Adam and I took her to the beach on/around her 2nd bday. Here she is jumppping in the water. Loving life.

Here's the 1st day after the surgery. She was incredibly pathetic and sad. Groggy and out of it. She just lay in our laps like the world's most pitiable pup.

We affectionately called this mechanism "The Fuck-Me" boot. Tsunami wasn't a fan and while it was so ridiculous it was cute I can easily say that I hope to never see it again. Someone couldn't pay me to go back to those days.

Cone, boot, sad tired face.




That's pretty much it for Tsunami. Don't worry, She's pretty much fine now. She still sports the cone most of the time cause she'll chew her leg till it bleeds (tries to get to her robot parts. She can walk and run and jump (thank god after 10 looooong weeks!!!) pretty much normal. Happy little cyborg pup.

Tidy

Well, My Dear Readers,

I've officially cleaned my room. Not that I keep it very messy usually. I somehow grew out of that pigsty of a room stage. I thought I never would given that I had it so bad. I figured it was just a personality trait. But lo and hold, as an adult I actually prefer a neater, tidier room enough to keep it neat and tidy.

But today I clean-cleaned. Earlier this week I cleaned the bathroom (scrub down of the toilet and sink, reoganization of all my bathroom junk) so that was pretty much clean.

So tonight I desmelled and vacuumed my carpet (there was a little tsunami in the vacuum dump tank!).

I COMPLETELY reorganized all of my shelves, display areas, nightstand, and... a lot of shelves. I realized that there were too many decorations/toys on some shelves making it look cluttered and dirty even when cleaned off, so I relocated a bunch and they're all smoothed over now. I even cleaned off all the dust and muck. I even threw all those old receipts away! Oh, and I rearranged my Pablo Neruda alter. And my desk is super spick and span.

Oh, and most importantly of all, there's been this HUGE stack of clothes on this extra mattress I have that I actually planned on never putting away. They all have to be hung on a hanger in a closet. My LEAST favorite thing to do. I don't mind laundry or folding or putting in drawers. It's hanging I hate. So there was at least 20+ items I was letting pile up and look like a COMPLETE mess. But tonight? I actually hung them all. And even properly arranged them in my closet (I used to be really psychotic about color coding the clothes I hung. But this time I just seperated hoodies, sweaters with no hoods, light sweaters, coats, and skirts. Not too anal, right?)

I feel utterly accomplished. Nice super clean and shiny room. If a certain someone would let me borrow their certain camera and possibly a cord maybe I could have taken picture of my newly cleaned room. But now that chance has come and gone, completely undocumented.

Oh, I also went through my clothes and closet for things to go to my Uncle's garage sale. I'm not very close with my uncle. I have such a large family it's pretty difficult to be close to anyone beyond pleasentries (although I used to see everyone at least once a weekend. But I was only a kid then...) but especially my Uncle because he's more distant than the rest. Never goes to family parties, barely talks if he were to, and is generally uncommuncative with me in any shape or form. But his daughter, my cousin Jenna, I actually grew up REALLY close to. We spent almost every weekend and every school holiday with one another, and as we grew up we depended on each other for general friendly care taking like rides and friend problems. (I'll admit that at times I've felt it was just a tiny bit one sided although, I try to never hold that against her). So, because I was so close with his daughter, I think he may be slightly more attached to me than any of my other cousins but that doesn't change the fact of our relationship. We just aren't close. Either way, he's recently been diagnosed with Cancer (is that a capital C? or lowercase?) . He had a couple of tumors (I think) in a couple of places and his chances were placed at slim to none. This is a very sad occurance, but to be absolutely honest, other than my extreme empathy for others around me (my cousin, my mom, my grandmother), I'm not really affected. Like I said, we aren't close. I realize the horrible situation and from the bottom of my heart can only wish it that best outcome but I'm not horribly involved or torn apart. Sad, but not devastated. He was getting better for a moment, but outlook is still grim. They've decided that nothing will help him, save him, or stop the cancer (I tried lower-case this time), so he's currently on medications simply to slow the growth of the cancer.

So! to the point of this entire story: my very large family (15+ aunts and uncles, and 25+ cousins) are having a very large garage sale to help pay for the medications this weekend. I've gone through my things (finally) for my meager contribution. If anyones in the Daly City area and likes garage sales, come on down, give me a call I'll tell you where it is. (Chances are I won't be there myself. I'll be at the red bull race!)

Soon, I'll start having more pictures up. Just because I know they're SO much more eyepopping than these long, lame entries. And I'll work on having the date on the entries too. Anyone have suggestions?

I Am Not a Paper Cup...

 But holy shit am I cool for owning this super cool porcelein not a paper cup - cup.

The real question is, why do I love a simple thing so very much? I think its the texture and the milky whiteness of it in real life.

I don't know why my blog isn't showing the dates. I'm getting frustrated with it. super lame.

Snaps

Sometimes I do this thing that makes me not want to update my blog...

It's called leading an uninteresting super lame life. boring. boring. boring. my life is boring.

All day monday to friday I babysit a baby. She doesn't talk, walk, make jokes. She sits and makes noises and throws things at my face. It was really amusing and fun the first couple of weeks. But now I just feel like a house mom. With the shades drawn, watching day time television for like 5 hours a day. Ughk. All that's ever on on Maury is DNA/Paternity tests. The highlight of my day is sesame street. Lame.

At night I usually go home. I sit around, unfortunately watch a little more TV, eat a mediocre dinner, and hang around practically staring a the paint dry.

I don't have a real challenging job. I don't do anything of real interest on the weekends. I'm currently not in school and fantasize about registering for classes.

I'm sick every day (literally) for some god unknown reason.

Maybe in a day or two I'll be able to look at the more humerous side of my otherwise very droll life. And fill my blog with stories of my mundane domestic amusements.

I like this. It amuses me. Click Me

The Mysterious and Often Confused Case of Tsunami

Prompted by certain speculations that I don't have a dog and that Tsunami is not my dog I feel the need to clear the air. Don't ask why I'm so sensitive about it, I just am. It's like my soft spot. Talk about what you want: my lack of any talents in life, how boring I am, how ugly I am. But leave my dog, my family, and my boyfriend alone. They're soft spot.

Of course, I acknowledge that she's my sisters dog. But at the same time, dogs are allowed to be owned by more than one person. If you have a family dog but its preferred owner is your dad, do you say, "It's my dad's dog?" or is it your dog as well? And it isn't like a child, where you can argue whose the mother or father. It's a dog. It's perfectly possible that it can be SHARED.

Reasons I know she's my dog:

1. When she was first purchased I automatically, at first sight fell in love with her.
2. I've helped train her for general obediance and special tricks that she'll only do with me.
3. I feed her, give her water, and generally do my best to provide for her.
4. I probably pet her and play with her more than even my sister does. No one doubts that. I'm practically her favorite playmate.
5. When she sees me she COMPLETELY lights up, which is strange to say a dog does but its undeniable. You've never seen a dog so happy.
6. I've been to almost every vet appointment
7. My opinion is asked for and is very important when it comes to making pet decisions
8. I'm one of her primary walkers. I pick up her shit in little baggies at the park.
9. She occassionally sleeps in my bed.
10. She follows me around and sleeps at my feet
11. When she had her accident, although I had VERY little money, I gave all of it to her surgery.
12. When she had all those apointments for her surgery who was there at every one worried absolutely sick and had to make critical decisions as to her well being? Me.
13. Who does she listen to more than the average friend? me.
14. I have more pictures of her, have hugged her more, and have worried over her more than anyone else.
15. I was there for almost every day of her puppyhood. Every. Day. She practically grew up before my eyes.
16. I give her baths and haircuts (including the botched mohawk)
17. I know her habits, personality, and idiosyncracies
18. I've helped to handle almost every responsibility of owning a pet: time, money, effort, energy, and love
19. I've carried her up and down flights of stairs when she couldn't walk so often it almost threw out my back.
20. I've been to the pet store more times than I should admit and I've bought her more collars, leashes, toys, uneccessary jackets that she never wears, and treats than is probably healthy for my bank account
21. I know her birthday and I'm actually the only one who even celebrates it. I even get her a present for christmas.
22. Most importantly of all, I really really do love her. More than I've probably ever loved anything (adam and my family aside). The whole world can fall apart,  you can take anything you want: my car, my home, all of my friends and I would still never give her up. If she became a crazy chow and went completely insane and bit me and mauled me to the brink of death. I'd forgive her. Because how could I stay mad at such a cute little face? She's quite honestly my best friend.

For awhile I would sheepishly admit she wasn't OFFICIALLY my dog, I just called her that.
Here are the reasons she COULD be considered not my dog:

1. My sister paid for her. (But how many young people CAN purchase their own pets? If a parent gets your pet is it not yours? If you get a stray for free, is it not yours?)
2. I don't live with her (Although she often spends weekends at my house. and she USED to live with me. and I'm over at her house almost half the time anyway)
3. I don't buy her food (I do occassionally but given financial situations its a shared responsibility)

That's it. Those're the only reasons she could possibly be considered NOT my dog. But enough with that. She is my dog.

I don't claim to have sole ownership over her. She's of course undoubtedly my sister's dog. But she's also Vicky's cause vicky loves her and takes care of her and lives with her just the same. And she's also Adam's dog because he's been half her caretaker the entire time and is the only guy that Tsunami doesn't hate. She's all of our dogs. Barely more one than the others. And so, if I've ever told you that she's not REALLY my dog. Let's really get it out there: She's my dog through and through and there's really no room to argue that.

To Fix what's not broken?

Uhm... Emergency #1: I'm totally considering making the jump. Turning the switch. Taking the leap.

I'm considering traitoring out of blogger. I'm... afraid.

I never thought I'd say this but.... . . I fear I've grown sentimentally attached to be apart of the google family... Am I ready to leave it? Go out on my own without a cent to my name and publish via the press? Oh, the decisions. The choices! I don't know what to do! For crying out loud, SOMEBODY HELP!

I began searching for new templates for my blogger. (you'll notice the new template that apparently steals the thunder of my storyboards. I didn't copy, I swear!) In the process I realized that a LOT of the templates were converted word press templates. Made me wonder... Why don't I just head on over there? And so I went. And they have a lot of really cool features...... . . . .

But... I have friends here! There's... Adam, and Jake, and Danielle... And... and... well those are blogger friends!

And my history.... oh the history that blogger and I have. I was a blogger via BLOGGER before it became google owned. Hell, before blogger got GOOD. There we no picture options or crossy outy lines! There was only Blogger, the page, and my text... Oh the days.... What to do, what to do...

I've wanted to leave this blog but am I ready for the professional jump to word.press?!?

I have a lot to think about.  Oh yes, I have plenty.

Emergency #2: I haven't been sleeping well. Please help.