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My birthday present is finally home!
Now, we've been doing the whole bonding thing, which included a shopping trip to Costco with him in an oversized shoulder bag. Today he met his cousins. The two bitches growled and BIL took them outside. Their pit whined and licked the crate but got nothing but growls in return. Ok, not a problem he doesn't have to live with them. Whom he will have to live with out in the yard is Draco.
He's not called Draco for fluffy reasons! He's an asshole. We can't trust him around children, he doesn't like most men; when we leave? we can't have any men come feed him. Basically? Draco doesn't play well with others. The only input I had with him as a puppy was the name. Dad picked him after my 18YO Chow-chow died whilst I was in uni.
So.... I know about picking a neutral territory to formally introduce Draco and Xocoatl [puppy]; but what else can I do? This little guy is TEENY! He's a teacup Chihuahua and only three months old. Draco's a full-sized fat Chihuahua with an ornery attitude and I don't so much trust him. Oh, and of course my dad hasn't wanted him fixed [don't get me started!] so there's that.
Puppy will of course be sleeping inside with me, but during the day he'll have run of the yard if he wants. Draco usually goes into a dog run during the day - see comment about not trusting him with men. Oh, that and the people around here can't be trusted to close gates after themselves and Draco can't be trusted to come when called and not run away at the first open gate.
What else can I do to help things along?
ETA: "you woke me up, for this?" heh, that pic was followed by a growl!
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Wow, I'd avoided this movie due to the title making me think it was a war movie and now I'm getting it for nephews. Bridge to Terabithia not only made me tear up, I lost it.
I want kids that neat!
I wanna stretch this week out. There are not enough days to get everything done! Especially since I'm headed back to bed with this cold and these cramps.
Yay for meds that knock you out!
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[06 Nov 2007|07:40pm] |
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OMFG people, why didn't anyone email or text me until now?
My family's next generation is melting, we have more grapes than we know what to do with
~dry year! it's an AWESOME harvest and oh so yummy~ new babies to get ready for and... finally the HP fandom melts?
I need a quick primer!
Oh, and puppy names, I'm leaning towards Xocoatl as he's teenie and brown.
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[29 Sep 2007|12:21am] |
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attn flisters!
My excuse last week was I was so down with the cramps thing I was crawling to the bathroom. And taking Vicodins just to accomplish said crawling feat. What was your excuse? and depression doesn't count!
~wags finger~
So IM me even if it says I'm sorta ded if you need it, k?attn flisters!
My excuse last week was I was so down with the cramps thing I was crawling to the bathroom. And taking Vicodins just to accomplish said crawling feat. What was your excuse? and depression doesn't count!
~wags finger~
So IM me even if it says I'm sorta ded if you need it, k?
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[16 Sep 2007|01:14pm] |
Alright, who on the meme is a mortgage broker?
In my spam mail today..
Your m0rtgage are @pproved!
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[31 Aug 2007|05:11pm] |
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I hate you feedstore. I hate your teenie, condescending clerks. I hate the assholes outside the front door frothing about the Damn Democrats. I hate that I can never go there without running into someone who knows me. Thinks they know me. Never liked. Now understands me when I pretend to only speak Spanish to them and that I never knew them.
I hate being in these bitchy kind of moods.
ETA: since I didn't want to spam everyone else with the thing but LOOK!
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[30 Aug 2007|04:34pm] |
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Sis just emailed me that bibi!nephew's bunny has died. And I'm too far away to do anything! I can't hug him, I can't help with necropsy, I can't do anything! I'm afraid to call him yet cuz I know he'll just fall apart on the phone. UGH, I feel so impotent.
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[26 Aug 2007|10:30pm] |
Sissy is getting ready to start school so I was helping her. I made her some bilingual labels for the kids' folders. I even put pictures on them! Escuela, Casa y Maestra [even tho I had to chase sissy down to get a picture of her].
She calls me a few hours after getting home. "You know those three pages of labels you printed up for me? You printed on the back in each one." Well at least she can print on the RIGHT side of them still!
Me and my weird dreams. Bibi!nephew was here this weekend so The Other One came over as well. Lastnight The Other One was wearing my drop pearl earrings. It was his way of coming out to me in the dream. Interesting how my mind works.
In other news, I have a new niece! She's gorgeous and thinks she can take on all fully-grown dogs in the family.
( INDY! )
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[02 May 2007|12:51pm] |
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I'm in the middle of nowhere. The only radio stations I can pull in off the air are either religious or in Spanish. Oh, and there's the local one which is so right-wing as to make the religious channel seem liberal. So I stream. Everything.
That's in danger, y'all. Please to look here and do what you can.
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[23 Apr 2007|10:09pm] |
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So there's drug dealers that live north of me.
We were all hanging out in the front for a while this morning and we kept seeing more cars than usual. One car drove up to there, got out a bit slab of meat from their trunk then walked into said house.
About 10 minutes later? he walked back out, with the slab of meat.
I'm saying it was cuz he came over to get it marinated with special kinda herbs.
No, really, who does that? And why? And to take where? what, I go to my local drug supplier in the hopes he also has a fire going and when I find it's not up to my liking I take it back? the meat turns out not to be Kosher?
Oh so much food. Chocoate mole, pozole, pipian, sopa de arroz, beans, and tamales. And birthday cake.
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Since I'm still procrastinating (WAT, I gots 'till the 16th this year!] I have this race meta as soon as I get ahold of a keyboard I can type on.
For now I shall just make you share in my wtf moment of yesterday.
That one channel that used to be called PAX and had religious crap *and* Billy Ray Cyrus now has the only things worth watching on a boring Sunday night. Who knew that Bonanza was actually good? Or that when brudder called me Robin and/or Grasshopper and I told him I preferred Grasshopper that it came from the even more awesome Kung Fu? Me, the popcorn and the pot of tea sit down to watch Sunday when the credits say, "Don Johnson." Hmm, interesting, thinks me.
..........playing a young buck on his vision quest in nothing but a loincloth and the halting speech of NobleSavage.....with hazel eyes.
Well, at least the Asians are played by Asians and the Latinos can actually speak Spanish and not Pocho.
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YAY! she's back! I can continue with the procrastinating!
~snuggles JF~
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In the interest of further market research... come now, flist, who what else do you like to smell? as in scents. As in mostly single-noters. Like candles. Cuz my main partner-in-crime has talked me into helping her start up a soy candle-making thing. Cuz, I have supplies and know-how and she has drive. Me? this will just cut into my knitting time!
So what smelly things should we order? Peach, lavendar, vanilla, rose CHECK. But what else?
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Wee! I was with the nice side of the family this weekend and had a great time! Ok but this just killed me.
So we get rooms next to each others'. The sissy and her old man, M&D and me, then the nephew and new bride. We get back to the hotel well after midnight, after the reception. The hotel was just a block from the reception hall but I still was in no condition to drive so I was in one of their cars.
So I hear the room fone ring. Odd, seeing as we all have cells on the same network. I pick up, figuring they might need a charger or summat.
"So, you wanna party?"
me: 0.o huh?
"Do you want to continue the party!"
me: ~still not sure what's going on, but sure it isn't any of her family members~ Um, who is this?
"Oh, we're in room 215, we saw you get here and wanted to know if you want to come upstairs and party with us!"
me: Oh hunny, I think you still have the wrong room. I'm here with my daddy and my nephew! ~ok so technically that's true~
"No, no! We saw you three ladies get here just now! Room 125, right?"
me: ~trying to figure out who the hell is trying to pull a prank and why~ Well, um, how about nah? ~hangs up~
I am laughing as I tell M&D about the call and then decide to go get into my pj's. Yea, so now I hear a knock on the door. M&D are also putting their pj's on so I hear them in the other room arguing with one another as to who is going to get the door.
Dad: "what the hell, I'm not getting the door I'm nekkid!"
mom: "what if it's one of your girls?"
I come out and decide to look thru the peephole as opposed to opening the door whilst only half dressed in pj's.
I then see two white boys with beer bottles in their hands, and more bottles in a holder standing out there.
I laughed SO HARD. Then I ran to get the cell and call sissy and niece-in-law. Oh, and I never opened the door, I just let them sort of finally get the hint. Tho my sister wants to look them up in America's Most Wanted =p
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[26 Dec 2006|01:44pm] |
That's it. I just can't stand this another year.
Ok, I have a year to find a new family to spend Xmas with.
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[03 Dec 2006|06:15pm] |
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I finally slept!
So. Help me internets. I need to figure out something to buy my 20-something YO nephew that his bitch, ahem, I mean, his baby-momma cannot ever take/use. I already thought about and discounted a subscription to Playgirl.
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[08 Nov 2006|06:30pm] |
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Agh, the daddy can't have any alcohol but we've been saving this good stuff for the next Demo win.
So should I get drunk by myself tonight? Cuz yea, mom's a teetotaler and the daddy's on meds and straws!
~can't make polls~
Please press one for English.
En español, favor de oprimir el dos.
Please press 6 for no, 8 for yes.
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Cuz when I count my blessings I don't have to worry about things like this. But if I did I would hope there would be others out there who cared.
Create Ripples: Pass It On
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Because I do so detest misinformation.
I have administered boards. I have been a moderator in places. I have always had the same thoughts about my roles. I have also been consistent in my policies. I hate deletions. Clarifications and edits are one thing; and a good thing when one has new information to add/clarify. I also appreciate being told when said edits have been made as opposed to scratching my head at entire paragraphs seeming to have appeared from the ether. Or deleted thereto.
Deletions, on the other hand, make you look bad. I might come back at a later time and hide things from the public-at-large but I won't delete what I said. Why do I bother to write or say anything if I'm not going to own my words? I can always go back and see where my thought processes took me at a certain point in time. It's a snapshot, an annual report as opposed to an ongoing financial statement.
I love to listen to Dr. Dean Edell. He uses a phrase which I will credit, "I absolutely reserve the right to change my mind given new information."
I would not only never ask anyone to delete something, I am annoyed when they do. I have stated outright, "do not delete, edit yes, but do NOT delete."
And when it is in my power to do so? You will NOT delete things. And will lose the privelege of editing if your editing begins to look like deletion.
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