i just came back from a quick trip to White Hen. after paying for my stuff, i turned toward the door. i was maybe 6ft away, and the woman who had had just walked through held the door open, waiting for me. despite what people may think, i really am polite and thanked her.
then, as i waited to make a right turn from the parking lot onto the main street, clogged with rush hour traffic, right away a guy stopped just short of the driveway let me in front of him. i gave him the wave.
i turned onto a side street. at a stop sign, a family of four, the 2 kids being pulled along in a red wagon, stopped at the intersection at the same time i did. i waved them across and as they walked past, the mom smiled at me and i smiled back. and it felt good.
i am absolutely tickled. the other day i created a mood and in the section where you can elaborate, i wrote about how worried i was because one of my cats had been throwing up on a somewhat regular basis, etc., etc. click on cat-o-bloggo if you really care. (and see a different side of me!)
i mentioned that the last time this happened he was brought to the emergency vet and it turned out he was constipated. except i used a more graphic word: poop. ok? poop.
so someone left me a comment saying, "none of us want to know that." i wrote them back and said, "then don’t fucking read it," which, of course, spelling-challenged people could throw back at me–and that’s their right.
what kills me is how this person, who goes by the user name, "friedchickenisgood," believes that s/he is the voice of the blogosphere. in this case, i have no qualms about mentioning this person’s "identity" because they left a comment, which means they’re fair game.
so if you would like to see what your speaker is saying on your behalf, click on the "past" link in the moodbox. it’ll display my last 10 moods. look for the word POOP, then read YOUR comment.
none of you want to know that he strained to poop!
learn to fucking spell.
i’m not talking typos, here. i mean seriously misspelled words. i won’t quote any to avoid embarrassing fellow bloggers. heh. i do have ethics. or tact. sort of.
blogs are a public text. if yours is filled with misspelled words and poor grammar, no matter how intellectually brilliant you may be in real life, you will end up looking like a fool and less likely to be taken seriously.
why should anyone take the time to read your blog when you don’t take the time to make sure that words are spelled correctly? think about it.
according to the vet, Basil seems fine. she sent us home with Eukanuba Low-Residue canned and dry food. it’s a bland diet, she said, and to feed it to him for a few days. she also said that it’s good to have around in case any of the cats’ stomachs seem upset.
with the exception of Angelo, these guys aren’t picky when it comes to new food. no having to change the diet over the course of 7-10 days, oh no.
Basil chowed down on the wet food. when he stepped away, even Hopper sampled it. i made sure that Basil ate most of it, so it was all good.
i brought in a stool sample, which was worm-free. i have no idea why i was asked to bring it, because i knew that no one has worms. they don’t go out. i supposed it was good for them to examine it because it wasn’t formed.
the doctor is having bloodwork done, a full panel, which we aren’t sure he’s ever had. the last time he had blood drawn was in June and that was just a CBC. the results should be back tomorrow night, and the vet will call me then.
i was so proud of Basil for being brave and a good sport. he really is a gentle cat, very well-behaved with an excellent disposition. and i’m not just saying that because he’s my cat.
as i wated to pay, one of the employees’ dogs came over to make friends with me. Basil, who was in the carrier and facing Sammy the dog, didn’t hiss, flinch, or back away. so brave! that’s Basil.
by 9:16am, i already encountered 2 idiots.
i get in my car to go to Starbucks, right? and i’m about to make a right turn onto the main street. the side street i live on is one-way going south. some guy pulls up next to me, so i’m thinking he’s going to make a left turn.
no. the idiot tried to cut me off! what the fuck?
but whatever. he failed, so i went on my way.
i get to the Starbucks where there are only about a dozen parking spots, less than half of which were occupied. i walk towards the door and see a trashy-ass, tricked out, yellow Corvette–running–parked in the handicapped spot. the moment i walked in, i knew immediately who it belonged to, especially because there were only 5 customers there, including me.
this jackass was wearing what looked like black moon boots, black pants, a bright orange pullover fleece, a baseball hat perched on his crown, and wire-frame sunglasses resting on the tip of his nose. oh–i almost forgot the black fingerless racing gloves, from which only the very tips of his fingers protruded.
it was all i could do to keep from laughing out loud. here’s this asshole who clearly thinks he’s cool as shit when actually, he’s a big fucking joke.
as soon as he left, i said something, like what a jackass he was. a woman who was sitting at a table joined me at the counter and said she didn’t understand why anyone would park in a handicapped space when there are plenty of open spots. “he’s an asshole,” she said matter-of-factly.
we looked out the window and saw him backing out and staring at us. um, hello? shouldn’t he be checking to see if there’s anyone behind him? we both smirked, shaking our heads.
the barista told us that he came in every morning, and every morning he did the same thing. i was like, “why don’t you call Lincoln Towing (who’s the devil, but that merits its own story)?”
“he’s late today, but when he normally comes in we’re slammed.”
and i’m like, “what time does he usually come in? i’ll sit here and wait for him and call Lincoln Towing myself.” i’ve seen them in action, and believe me, it’s a spectacle.
the woman returned to her seat, then stared in the direction that Corvette Jackass went. she had a puzzled look on her face, then said, “he just parked his car.” i was like, “huh?” so i went over to investigate.
get this–Corvette Jackass drove all of maybe…30 yards give or take, to the Starbucks. the guy literally lives across the street. and all along, i thought i was a lazyass for driving the 4 short blocks from the bloggo-partment.
if you’ve never witnessed the evil that Lincoln Towing wreaks, e-mail me. we’ll set a date and have coffee one morning. as soon as Corvette Jackass pulls in, i’ll call Lincoln Towing. shit, i’ll even program them into speed dial the night before.
heh.
are unpaid parking tickets cluttering your glovebox? recycle them by placing one on your windshield every time you park illegally.
Monday Madness
My monster has:
Eyes like ___________
Teeth like ____________
Hair like ____________
Face like _____________
But no matter how __________ (eg. ugly) my monster is, I love him/her anyway…Just the way he/she is!
My monster’s eyes are nothing like the sun;
If teeth be white, why then his teeth are dun;
If hairs be wires, live wires grow on his head;
His awful face will even scare the dead.
No matter how grotesque his looks may be,
I still love him, and I know he loves me.
O….H…..
i’m in no way pretending to be a sports analyst. i’m just a fan. i thought Krenzel did really well considering it was his first ever NFL game, and he wasn’t even expected to play this year.
i admit though, that when the announcers said “Krenzel” and “Bucs” in the same sentence, i became very confused.
so, Craig Krenzel, welcome to Chicago! i’m so proud of you and proud to be a Buckeye. w00t!!!!
I…..O…..
Basil didn’t throw up all day until just now. late dinner of dry food. things seemed fine for about 10 minutes. when he finished eating, he hopped onto the printer to clean himself, then started hacking. he threw up a small amount of unchewed dry food that looked a lot like scarf ‘n’ barf.
i still don’t know whether or not he’s pooped. i didn’t isolate him in the bedroom last night the way i planned to. i’m currently struggling with a worse than usual case of insomnia and didn’t actually go to bed, go to bed.
some time after 5am i got up from my desk to check on the cats that weren’t in my line of sight. i saw Angelo on the couch and lay next to him and fell asleep. i don’t remember what time i woke up and went to bed but i was too groggy to remember to keep Basil in the bedroom. needless to say, i feel irresponsible.
Brian agreed to take the train to work tomorrow so i’ll have the car to take Basil to the vet.
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well. this makes up my mind. better than actually researching their positions on each issue.
