Thursday, December 18, 2014


Madison bit the heck out of my arm yesterday. I was taking her to the litter box and she got spooked. When Maddie gets spooked, she digs in with all 4 paws full of claws. The more I tried to put her down, the more pissed off she got. Finally,  I had to make a decision. Either try to put her down nicely and risk losing an eye (a very real concern!), or continue to hold her and get her to the litter box and get bit on the arm. I chose arm damage over being blinded.

The photo doesn't do it justice. That was after I washed it with soap and water, doused it in peroxide, and sprayed it down with Bactine. When I finally separated Madison from my arm I was bleeding EVERYWHERE! It was running down my hand, dripping all over. I looked like I went 10 rounds with a zombie and lost!  It's pretty painful, but I'm thinking it won't get infected since I took so many precautions, plus I'm changing the bandages every day and redoing the cleaning process each time. Still gonna watch it though. I don't wanna lose my arm!

As for Madison and myself, we made our apologies to each other. Meh.... sometimes I get spooked too. I don't bite though.

Monday, December 15, 2014

I Think I Have This Backwards...

Today was interesting. 

I was working at the large estate today. I bundled up, fired up the Ragin' Salmon,, and was off. As I was driving, I noticed fog. Fog that got thicker and thicker the farther I went. No problem. I had on a reflective safety vest and my helmet. I'm a safe driver. I keep puttering along. The fog keeps getting thicker. Suddenly, the visibility goes from 50ft to 10 feet in the blink of an eye! What the holy heck?? And to make matters worse, the fog is so heavy and wet it condenses on my glasses and I literally CAN'T see!!! I had to stop two times just so I could wipe the water off! I drove 15mph so I could safely get to my work. Talk about a white knuckle ride!! It totally freaked me out!

After work, I'm riding back home when I had to stop for a traffic light. I was first in line by the light, and when it turned green I hit the gas and then...


Yup. Some idiotic woman wasn't watching and blew through the light so she could turn left. Didn't even look up at the stop light. I was inches from being a hood ornament on a Buick. Did I flinch?


I laid on the horn, called the driver every name I could think of, and braked hard. I was so angry. If I could have caught up with her I would have busted out the window with my helmet, grabbed that moron around the throat, dragged her out of said broken window and beat the holy living hell out of her! 

So this is the  thing: "Fog=Death", but "Being Run Over=Blind Furious Rage".

I think I have that a little backwards!

Sunday, November 30, 2014


Today was Eldest's 18th birthday. I took her to Disney.

We saw FOF. (That's the Festival of Fantasy Parade for you non-parkies.)

We also saw Neil Patrick Harris narrate the Candlelight Processional. 

It was legen-dary. 

And Eldest was so happy!Happy Birthday sweetie!

Thursday, November 20, 2014


So, on Wednesday I was bitten by one of the dogs I babysit/housekeep for. Bluebell is cute, sweet looking and on Prednisone, which means she is in a constant state of hunger. She is on a specialized diet and all that makes her ravenous. My co worker was feeding the dogs as I was walking in to start my shift, and suddenly Bluebell decided to snap by attacking Stormy. An by attack , I mean she morphed into a pitbull! I had to shove my hand into Bluebell's mouth, pry her off Stormy's ear, then tackle Stormy to the kitchen floor and fall small on top of her to keep Bluebell from attacking her further! In that process, I got bit.

This is what it looked like on Wednesday after the attack. It was painful, but I know these dogs are vetted to within an inch of their lives AND we poured hydrogen peroxide over it while I loudly said many bad words.

This is what it looked like Thursday morning. It was more blue, swollen, and very painful.

And this is what it looked like at 3 PM. Very blue, very swollen, and OMG did it hurt!


That is all!

Saturday, November 15, 2014


Work work work work work work.

Get stabbed in the back by someone you've only workrd with 4 times.

Work work work work work work.

Clean up dog poop.

Work work work work work work.

Yeah, All work, no play right?