Friday, December 07, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
First, the man in the pickup truck: He didn't realize that he had hit the homeless man and was only alerted that there was a problem when he saw us running over. He got out of the truck and grumpily said, "What's going on?" We told him what had happened and pointed to the man still calling out on the ground. The first words out of his mouth were, "Well, that's not my fault. People aren't suppose to sleep there." He didn't say, "Is he okay?" or "Call 911." He instantly started trying to cover his own ass. He didn't show the least bit of sympathy or concern.
Second, the homeless man: After the truck ran over him, he cried out for a minute and attempted to sit up. He seemed really disoriented. He was clearly not capable of caring for himself because he was dirty, skinny and had dried pee all over himself. As he came to some level of consciousness and realized that there were about 6 people standing around watching him, he quieted down and gained some composure. He said, "Does anyone have a cigarette?" We all answered no and he said, "Does anyone have a dollar?" We all answered no again. He laid down and went back to sleep.
Third, the reaction of the crowd, including Gabe and I: With the exception of the man who actually ran over the homeless man, Gabe, myself and another, older couple who had been walking by were very concerned. We all crowded in close to this man and tried to find out if he was okay. But, no one, including myslef, made any move to touch him. I didn't even consider lifting up his pant leg to look at his ankle until Gabe and I talked about the incident later. And, once he began asking for money and smokes, we all quickly dispersed and went on about our day. Later, Gabe said that we should have called the ambulance but it seriously didn't even cross my mind until a couple hours after we got home.
I think this all goes to show how apathetic people in my city have become towards homeless people. The homeless themselves seem largely like empty, shells of people existing only to get one more cigarette. The people in the city seem to have retreated from aid and just try to look the other way whenever possible. I could try to redeem myself by listing all the times Gabe or I have given these people money or bought their dinner when they were standing outside a restaraunt we were going into. But that's not the point since, obviously, our sympathy has a limit. It seems like I didn't really see this man as a person, but as half a person. I would've reacted much differently if the person who had been hit had been a clean, familiar member of my community. I would've helped him up and made sure he could walk. I would've called 911 or given him a ride to the hospital or home in my car. But when I saw the condition of the man who had been hit, it's like I automatically downgraded the seriousness of the situation. Isn't that so sad?
Monday, September 24, 2007
There's really no reason to post pictures of the inside of our new apartment because it's just tiny and average. We have no view because we're in a flat behind a bigger house but we do have a little back yard where we can sit and eat dinner. The important thing about our new place is that it's right on the harbor, about 20 yards from the water. I LOVE IT! We live in a cul de sac that ends at the water and there are hardly any other people who use the beach. I love to go walk down there with the dog and Gabe and it's just quiet and pretty. The pictures I posted were taken on a Friday afternoon at around 5 pm. Notice that there are no other people in the pictures. Pretty sweet digs, huh?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.
I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About My Pets
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train
4. Usually come when called
5. Never drive your car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8.Don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't wear your clothes
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
She said, "What?"
I said, "A pluot, it's fruit."
She said, "Are you speaking French to me?"
I said, "No, it's a pluot. It's a mix between a plumb and an apricot and I've heard they're really good. Try it."
We ate them and it's true that they are good but I don't see anything special. They just taste like red plumbs. I really see no difference except the inside is a pretty red that fades to yellow. The pluot's only advantage that I can see is that it's more aesthetically pleasing than a plumb. It was kind of a disappointment because a plumb would've cost a lot less.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Fanatics have their dreams........................
.................................................and the savage too
Guesses at Heaven.................................................
For only Posey can tell her dreams......................
Here's what I came up with:
Fanatics have their dreams, each with their own obsessions
The civilized, the blissful and the savage too
Guesses at Heaven are still just guesses
With no certainty of reward for deeds done
As an after-thought with no goodwill abounding
For only Posey can tell her dreams in times like these.
Now you guys try it. Fill in the blanks with your own poetry and show me what you come up with. Class is in session!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Thursday, August 02, 2007
On a lighter note: I started another blog for me to post book reviews on. I read A LOT of books and I think this will be a good way for me to catalogue what I thought and my first impressions so I can show it to others students and possibly future employers. It will be kind of boring but check it out if you're interested: www.amateurnotes.blogspot.com.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Gabe and I chillin in his room. He's so tired.
Gabe and his wonderful nurse, Dan. He's handsome, smart and single. He's looking for a nice girl. Any takers?
Gabe has a little infection going so I have to wear a mask during scrubs to prevent the spread of germs. I'm a little chlostorphobic so it makes me crazy!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
A manhunt continues Thursday for a possible kidnapping suspect who was involved in a police pursuit Wednesday night.The chase ended with the suspect rolling his van near Interstate ***and *** Avenue in (Name of my neighborhood). He then took off on foot, and police were unable to locate him. A portion of south Interstate *** was temporarily closed, and traffic backed up while officers searched the van for evidence.No description of the suspect is available at this time.
By 11pm there were about 10 police cars on my street and officers and K-9s were scouring our block. They shined lights in our windows and helicopters were swooping overhead. The police even came in and had a look around our house and yard. It was scary and exciting. Gabe loves police stuff and he can't help but get involved. He stood out on the front porch periodically trying to listen to what their radios were saying. We didn't get to go to bed until aroud 2am when they moved the search to the next street over. Crazy!
I'm definitely homesick now. I miss my apartment where the only sounds I heard were the college kid parties and the murmurs of the tourists and I knew all my neighbors.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his firsttime & the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know aboutcondoms and sex.
At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how manycondoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, orfamily pack. The boy insists on the family pack because hethinks he will be rather busy, it being his firsttime & all. That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parentshouse & meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'mso excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!"
The boy goes inside & is taken to the dinner tablewhere the girl's parents are seated. The boy quicklyoffers to say grace & bows his head. A minute passes, & the boy is still deep in prayer,with his head down.10 minutes pass, & still no movement from the boy. Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, thegirlfriend leans over & whispers to theboyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious."
The boy turns, & whispers back, "I had no idea yourfather was a pharmacist."
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
I had a rough semester with working full time and taking 15 credits but I came through fine. I just want to brag a little. Here's my report card for the Spring semester:
- Global Literature: A
- English Literature: B
- US LIterature: B+
- Literary Commentary: A-
Mom, print these out and hang them on the fridge!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
*Ed Silva Ropes a Deer
An excerpt from the diary of the newly found "Gentleman Farmer" Ed Silva:
I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and Pat and I would have it processed and eat it. Of course, the first step in this adventure was getting a deer.
I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. Pat was skeptical, but silently agreeable.
That should have said something to me, that is her being quiet about something, having no opinion or story about a previous incident.
So, I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up. 3 of them.
I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it. It took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education.
The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.
The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling
it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined.
The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.
At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.
Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared
some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death. I managed to get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder, a little trap I had set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back.
Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go.
A deer bites you and shakes its head, almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.
That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously
such trickery would not work.
In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me
Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I
finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.
Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op feed store. I got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like heaven. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling "what happened" I have never seen any law in the State of Texas that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law
enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal.
I swear. Not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it. The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did. Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event.
I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the heaven out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something. EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the co-op has a big mouth).
For several weeks people dragged their kids in the house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an outsider, a "city folk", I have enough trouble fitting in without them snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the ding-batt that tried to rope a deer."
Well that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. - Henry David Thoreau
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
This is a picture of me and Gabe on the hiking trail in the jungle. You could so get lost in there!
This is the pool that the restaraunt is next to. You can swim in there and the rocks at the back right side serve as a water slide.
Driving into the jungle, we had to take a bus up a NARROW road with a cliff to one side. Our amazing bus driver is a gray haired, blue eyed native of Puerto Vallarta. All the people there think he looks like Bill Clinton so they call him Bill. I decided to have my picture taken with the President.
The island we went to for dinner can only be reached by boat. As we approached, we could see that the whole thing was lit by candles and torches and there were men standing on the rocks at the waters edge, blowing on conch shells to welcome us. You wouldn't believe how loud it was. The rest of the pictures didn't turn out too good because it was getting dark but you get the idea.
The sign says "Welcome to Las Caletas" and this couple led us to our table. We had the best food ever there. Grilled Mahi Mahi and all the extras with chocolate pie and cheese cake for dessert; all prepared on the island without the use of electricity.
After dinner we sat in an outdoor amphitheatre and the residents of the island put on a show. They beat these huge drums and played homemade instruments. They did all different kinds of dancing too, including a fire dance. I felt as though I could be sacrificed to their Pagan gods at any minute but they let me get back on the boat when it was over.
On the way back to our cruise ship, the guides hosting us on the boat had a little party. They had a full open bar and put on their own production of "Mexican Grease." One of the male tour guides dressed up as Olivia Newton John, sporting toilet paper breasts, and another as John Travolta. They were actually really good dancers. It was hilarious.
We spent the last two days on the boat, heading back to LA. We participated in some of the planned activities but for the most part, we just took it easy and entertained ourselves. Gabe tried on my sun hat one night before dinner and it looked so nice, I thought I'd get a picture. He wouldn't wear it at the pool though. It makes him look like an explorer or something, "Dr. Livingston, I presume?"
You're assigned to a specific table for dinner and eat with the same people every night on the ship. The people we ate with were fantastic and we had so much fun with them.
Before the wedding, my bridesmaid gave me a "Naughty or Nice" bridal shower. I mostly just got a bunch of lingere and Victorias Secret gift cards but one girl brought me a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I thought it would be funny to pack them in our stuff so Gabe could find them when he was unpacking. After we got on the boat, our luggage was suppose to be delivered but it still wasn't there by 10pm. I threw a little fit and they located our baggage. Turns out my impatience was unwarranted because security had held my baggage, stating that we were carrying illegal paraphernalia. They had x-rayed the baggage and just thought they were normal hadcuffs. It was a little embarassing but mostly funny when they made me open my bags myself and hand over the furry ones. We decided they make a good story so we went to security and claimed them when we got home. We're going to hang them on the wall above our bedroom door when we buy a house.
So, to summarize, great wedding, great honwymoon, great husband, great life.