la cruda

Good news, Buster tested only sort of positive for ehrlichia.  The vet didn't know if it was leftover from their bout with it last fall, but in light of what happened to his brother, we decided to treat it as if it were a clear positive.  Buster is on antibiotics for it for the next week or so, but he should be okay.  For now.  Other than being very lonely, and running away from me every time he sees me (I always find him to take him to the vet, lock him in the round pen, or spray his hot spot with hot spot spray).  But, he's still chasing the four wheeler, even without his cohort, so I think he'll be okay.

I haven't posted in a month... that's kind of amazing. 

I've not been much for the internet lately.  When I'm home, it seems I would rather eat, watch tv, and sleep.  

I'm at work right now, waiting for a couple of horses to finish eating dinner (they're very slow eaters) so that i can let them out and go home for my THREE DAY WEEKEND!  oh yeah!  

Joey and Dave were in town this weekend, and Stuart still is in town.  It was nice to see everyone again.  I miss them.

News Update: it's hot.

I thought this was kind of amazing:






And this kind of cracked me up.

So, I've noticed in a few people recently, a very strange thing.  It seems that perhaps it is en vogue to screw up your face for a few seconds at a time in place of conversation.  I think it's both a very lazy and a very ineffective way to communicate.  This is how one conversation went:

Me: So, how's it going?
Person: Well, you know.... [3 deliberate seconds of right side of face contracting in extreme tightness, resulting in indistinguishable expression]
Me: Oh... yeah... Well, how's work going?
Person: Well, I had a big meeting, and [squish lips together, raise eyebrows, shake head]
Me: ...and?
Person: [continues to squish lips, raise eyebrows and shake head]
Me: Not good, huh?      (right?)
Person: [continues to squish lips, raise eyebrows and shake head].  ANYWAAAAAY.... [2 seconds of blank expression during "WAAAAY", no doubt to relax the overtaxed facial muscles]  How are you?
Me: Fine, I'm a little tired, you know, work and stuff.
Person: [purses lips and pulls them to left side of face while nodding slowly] (see illustration below)
Me: ....  Ok, well, gotta get going... see you later.
Person: [open mouth ridiculously large smile with eyebrows up, doesn't move mouth, eyebrows while saying] Later!  [continues unwavering expression as I walk away]

 Hey!  What's been up with yous guys lately!?

It's been a while.  I've been busy at work with my big event for the year, Rider Fun Day, which nearly killed me this year (not Fun).  I also moved in with Niki and Allan.  We live on a cute little street called Tornado Alley.  (not really.)  We have cable and internet now!  (not bad.)  And a puppy with allergies! (not funny.) (ok, it really is kind of funny, in a nerdy-dog type of way.)  

I will talk you you kids more later! (not now.)

See Joanna?  My icon?  That's there because a friend in high school once told me that I look like the goanna from The Rescuers Down Under.  If you have the time (which you should, since you're reading livejournal, for pete's sake), watch this clip and tell me, do I look like Joanna the Goanna?  (as well as talk like I'm from New York?)

I just took a "What kind of American accent do you have" quiz, and it said:

Your accent is specific to New York State, the Great Lakes Area, and Western New England.

Really? 

I took it twice, and changed all of the answers I was iffy on.


Really?!  Do I sound like I'm from Western New England?  And WHY?

Thats the Pitts.

“We’re all God’s creatures,” Mr. Pitts said as he moved, slightly stooped, from his kitchen to his yard. “This is about me giving as much as I can to this world.”

In case your hump day needs a pick-me-up:

Hearing people sing American Folk songs in accents is always funny:
(Le Mystere Des Voix Bulgares, stolen from something Lucia posted on Facebook):


Or maybe you prefer this political joke about greenhouse emissions from toothepastefordinner.com:




Math nerd? Try this on for size!




If that didn't work, this gem of cuteness and humor otta do it.

he's clutching a flower, for pete's sake!!  HOW ADORABLE.

Red Poppy
by Tess Gallagher
That linkage of warnings sent a tremor through June as if to prepare October in the hardest apples. One week in late July we held hands through the bars of his hospital bed. Our sleep made a canopy over us and it seemed I heard its durable roaring in the companion sleep of what must have been our Bedouin god, and now when the poppy lets go I know it is to lay bare his thickly seeded black coach at the pinnacle of dying. My shaggy ponies heard the shallow snapping of silk but grazed on down the hillside, their prayer flags tearing at the void-what we stared into, its cool flux of blue and white. How just shaking at flies they sprinkled the air with the soft unconscious praise of bells braided into their manes. My life simplified to "for him" and his thinned like an injection wearing off so the real gave way to the more-than-real, each moment's carmine abundance, furl of reddest petals lifted from the stalk and no hint of the black hussar's hat at the center. By then his breathing stopped so gradually I had to brush lips to know an ending. Tasting then that plush of scarlet which is the last of warmth, kissless kiss he would have given. Mine to extend a lover's right past its radius, to give and also most needfully, my gallant hussar, to bend and take.

Bulgaria has this show called "Music Idol".  Yeah, I think you can guess what THAT is.  Thanks my former TEFL colleague and fellow B17 who brought this to my attention:

Thanks for sending me the most depressing news link EVER.

Seriously, though, at least I feel better that this happens to everyone, and not just me.

Love,
Liz

PS- I will be sending you 800 cover letter to review.  I hope you don't have any real work to do. :)  (No, really.)

I forgot to post on 1 March, but Chestita Baba Marta, anyway.

and into a house with niki and allan!

YAAAAAAAY!

i'm unreasonably excited about picking out curtains.  (or cups.  or throw pillows.  or whatever.)

I have this stat counter, and for a while, i've been wondering who my reader is in Isreal.  Please, do reveal yourself, my curiosity is killing me.  This is what my stat counter tells me:

Country	Israel
Region	Hamerkaz (central)
City	Modiin
ISP	Barak

(kind of creepy, isn't it?)

anyway, anonymous friend, this is for you:


i have no idea what kinds of things you like, so I just sort of picked a comic at random.

It's not cool to have to work all of the late shifts at work.  I missed Halloween festivities because of it, Thanksgiving dinner, and now, Valentine's fun.

It IS cool to finally have my own computer at work.  with internet, even.  now my co-worker and i don't have to trade off days that we can do our paperwork and work on our projects.

Do you agree, friends?