…I hope not…
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I wonder if this will ever get old…
January 21, 2009 by roseweaver
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Not your average recap
December 28, 2007 by roseweaver
So I’ve been busy…so busy I haven’t been able to write/blog/breathe for the last 2 months (has it only been 2 months?!) While others are recapping the year’s worst entertainers (hello Rosie O’Donnell) or crying over grandpa’s inheritance (oh, poor you Paris!), I will recap my last couple of months…weeks…hours…
Got a new job. Actually justifies five years and 2 film schools…well, almost. At least I get to work with Avid again. How I love thee…It’s a great job and I actually enjoy it, but I am working 8 hours a day…and I mean literally 8 hours, no stopping for lunch let alone a bathroom break 8 hours. But I continue to enjoy it. I’m a masochist, so sue me. I’m a producer, I’m supposed to be exaggeratory. If that was a word. (good thing I’m not an english major).
My dog has provided some concern over the past two months…long story short, he is an pelvis shattered healing incorrectly causing him to run on three legs junkie. Yes, that’s right. And I’m being modest. I have the vet bills to prove it. I am going to start journaling his adventures online under the pseudonym “The Dog Park Adventures of Ollie McGee”, where Chapter One finds him laying in the middle of a country road in Padukah, Kentucky, where our hero has just been hit by an ATV driven by those nasty Collins boys down by the river…more to come later. The longer short story is that in November, I found out he might have been hit by a car, causing what appears to be his pelvis that shattered, and is currently healing incorrectly, causing him a little pain and making him hobble like the three-legged dog we all liked to stare at when we were a kid. Surgery will probably be required, but nothing is confirmed, you know, with the second, third and twelfth opinions I need to get from the orthopedic surgeons of the world (yes there are orthopedic surgeons for dogs…I missed my calling…). He’s fine now though. So fine that two weeks ago he decided, while I was washing my face, to nose his way into a duffel bag of mine and proceeded to gobble up the 40 (!) pills of painkillers that were prescribed to him for his leg…yes, I know they shouldn’t have been in a bag that was on the floor, easily accessible by the Chihuahua/dachshund with a side of jack dog, but come on, I was literally gone for two minutes. One ER visit, a $50 stomach pump and two months worth of rent later….he’s fine. Ah, dog ownership. I asked for it…and boy, did I get it.
But I love him all the same…you can’t help who you love…at least when I am homeless, I will have entertainment.
So that brings me to now…just came back from a BBQ place which I will review in a future blog…it is that good that it can have its own post. Santa brought me an HD set that I am currently using as my computer monitor, so now I can marvel at my writing in all of its 32 inches of glory!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah, the little things.
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The Dichotomy of a Dog Park
October 29, 2007 by roseweaver
Ok. I am one of these people who absolutly loved high school. I wasn’t popular, but I knew everyone, which, in essence, made me popular…or well-know and well-liked. So when I left high school, I left a lot of good memories, but I was also done with it by the time I graduated college, saying I am glad those days are done…
Fast forward to this weekend, where I entered the high school again, this time via “Dog Park High”. Being the “new girl” in town didn’t help in this instance. It was the perfect high school set-up: the “popular” crowd hung out at the corner, pretending to own the joint…there were a couple, less-known dogs entertaining themselves over by the tree, and then there were the loners who just kinda sat there staring at everyone. And I was the new girl, just trying to fit in.
As I looked around the dog park, I was struck with the very memories of high school trauma and tribulation…except in this instance, I wanted nothing to do with the popular dogs, and made my way over to the “lesser known but still acknowledged if their dogs happened to play with each other” group. And it was nice. But then…the dog jock of the group came bolting towards me…a puppy, no less, but with no leash, and wouldn’t leave my dog alone…in fact, as we were trying to escape the harassment, the dog just kept jumping around…until finally Ollie had enough of it, which made him growl and snap at the puppy…this, of course, got the jock owner’s attention, who came up to me (now with Ollie in my hands) and said to Ollie, “Eh, you’re dog will be fine…he must’ve known you were a USC fan (speaking because of the collar Ollie has)…and then preceded to walk away, laughing the whole way back to his pack of wolves known as the popular group….but I digress…
Of course I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, and tell him that he shouldn’t let an untrained puppy unleashed, and that he could’ve come over sooner so I wouldn’t have to be the one to pick up my now-traumatized dog when his dog was the one bothering us…but I didn’t….because I am too nice for my own damn good.
So the lessons I have learned this week are:
1) I am too damn nice for my own good, and I need to start being a bitch.
2) High School will never end, so just accept it now.
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