Who's YOUR pilot?

I'm driving home today from picking up kitten shots and there's a stoneage old man in a truck.  He's been driving down the center of the two lanes for some time.  Not only that but he's going at least ten under the speed limit.  At one point and time he almost drives into a car that decided to try and get past him.  The entire time he appears to be chit chatting with a passenger, although if there's one there, I can't see them.  Eventually he gets in one lane when I read his bumper sticker and snicker.  God is my Pilot.  I say well then god is a really shitty driver and needs to get his eyes examined, possibly god needs to have his license revoked until further notice.

No way to prevent it evolution of disease

I just finished reading quite a few interesting articles on dogs and heartworm medicines.  Turns out they are finding cases of more and more dogs who are on regular (year round) heartworm medication and still catching heartworm.  One of these documented cases was a veterinarian who was giving his dog two doses each month because he was well aware of the possibility of the medicine not working.  This isn't a select few of the popular heartworm meds out there, it's all of them.  I know they're bringing back the heartworm medication that is given by a shot once every six months but it sounds like it's going to be very strict.  I personally, wouldn't use it as I was around when it was used popularly and witnessed dogs die from this medication.  Many vets think the risk is worth the wonderful coverage that ProHeart-6 provides but I'm not putting one of my dogs at risk.  I personally use a solution that is given once monthly based on the weight of the dog.  It is not something the vets openly use and if it were found out, I would probably be in trouble.  Any mix up with dosages could kill your pet and it is the large reason why I do not disclose what the medication is or how you can obtain it.  Even this is not considered 100% anymore.  I wonder how many people felt cheated by their veterinarians and the manufacturer's of these drugs when their pets still came down with a heartworm infestation?  I was unaware that this was possible until recently and even then I hadn't yet read of documented cases.  How do we keep our pet's safe?  It's so very frustrating.  I try not to leave my dogs out too long after it gets towards dusk when the mosquito's come out in hoards.  Other than that, I have no answers and I don't think the vets do either.

No, drinking, I haven't been officer *hick*

I haven't been expecting my husband home till about 7 every night since he's been working overtime.  I was a little shocked to see him come home at 5 today.  Turns out they'd had a really long day and most of the over timers had decided to cut the day short and head to Dairy Queen.  After only being there a few minutes they noticed two police officers block my husband's car in.  Being as my husband isn't a criminal, they assumed they were just in a hurry.  Both officers came in and the male asked who owned the green car and my husband said he did and wanted to know why.  The officer said that my husband and his friends had been down the road smoking pot and they'd gotten complaints.  Ok, I had to stop myself from laughing at this point because I knew my husband was really pissed but if you knew him, you'd know how unlikely it is that my husband would be smoking pot ANYWHERE.  My husband said you're mistaken because I literally just left work and we came up here to get something cold to eat.  The officer continued to repeat himself over and over saying it was my husband and his friends.  This was done in front of the entire restaurant, which further managed to irritate my husband.  After my husband repeated that the officer was wrong and at one point in time asking if he had a hearing problem, the officer just left as if it never happened.  One of my husband's closet friends' brother is a police officer.  (a higher up police officer)  So of course my husband heads to the friends house to bitch and find out if there's any way to file a formal complaint against the officer in question.  (I don't honestly think he would've done it, he was just pissed at the time)  The brother said he could fill out a complaint but it was unlikely anything would be done.  (honestly, the cop didn't beat him for information or anything, just did what he was supposed to except for once, the person claiming innocence, really was innocent)  They (my husband and his friend) believe that the brother got off the phone with my husband and called the officer.  I felt badly because I was seriously holding back laughing at the thought of my husband just sitting on some road smoking a joint.  (which by the way, my husband doesn't even know where this road is... just causing me to further hold back laughing)  I'm just glad I wasn't the one in the car with my mom or something.  I would've been pissed about it later but when it happened I would've been so flabbergasted that I would've been speechless.  (in other words all those great comebacks would've stayed locked in my brain till it was too late to say them) 

I got Jasmine away from the tv for several hours.  We were outside for a while and then when we came in, I just flat out refused to put on Deigo or Little Bear.  (the two shows she is most obsessed with right now and just slightly less annoying than say Barney)  I'm allowing a small amount of it right now because we're getting ready to head to bed and I need a few minutes to feed the dogs.  The only way I'm going to get that is if she's glued to the tv.  A few months ago, I bought my husband one of those nice 1080i flat screen tvs.  (which I later regretted because I keep thinking of all the things that money could've went to instead of something to watch crap on)  Well, one of the times Jasmine was watching her shows, she managed to get it wet.  It was about an hour later that we found out that flat panel tv screens are NEVER be wet with anything.  The tv looked like hell for a while until we found some Clean Screen and it seems to have taken care of it.  It just goes to show, when you have small children and your wife says 'Hey I really think we should mount that on the wall', you should listen and not say you don't want to spend the extra 50 bucks. 

Food is the enemy right now.  If I get hungry, I feel like I'm going to be sick.  If I eat, I feel like I'm going to be sick.  I literally eat like a wild animal to try and get as much food in my stomach before it starts acting up.  (which isn't usually very much)  The one thing it's tolerating without problems, any kind of ice cream bar.  While I really like ice cream bars, I hear they're pretty high in fat and whatnot.  Plus, the only good thing in them is a tiny bit of calcium. 

And you know the rest

I don't know how some people drive through the city to get to work everyday.  I had to go down town today to drop off some clippers with my director's husband and I wanted to just run my car into half those drivers.  How much brain power does it take to drive?  Seriously? 

I thought I had a cute story about Jasmine but I have since forgotten it.  She got a sandbox on her birthday and when we went outside today to play in it, we found tiny red spiders crawling through the sand.  You wouldn't think something so small could bite hard enough to really hurt but those suckers do.  I killed as many as I found.  Jasmine was pretty oblivious to their existence. 

I'm definitely at the point in my pregnancy where my old clothes are starting to get really tight.  At least in pants and shorts.  I'm thinking of picking up a cheap pair of maternity bermuda's that I saw the other day.  There's no way I can go through the entire summer wearing jeans.  And I have absolutely no energy whatsoever today.  I feel like climbing the steps to the house is like climbing a mountain.  Well, off to get Jasmine back outside.  She seems to think her life is to watch cartoons.  It's not a phase I ever thought she would go through but here we are.

The dark side of the Amish community

I know there are a lot of people out there that look upon the Amish as a kind people.  People who mind their own business and take care of their own.  My view on the Amish is very different than those people.  I have firsthand experience through the rescue's that I've worked at and have seen the abuse that the Amish put their animals through.  My first was an elderly horse.  His hooves were overgrown, he was underweight and had been worked damn near to death.  He lived a year before his body couldn't hold out any longer.  I have firsthand experience at the rescue I currently work at with several sets of young dogs coming in just since I've worked there.  (since January)  It's very difficult for me to keep quiet when people talk about what great people the Amish are.  Are there some out there that are good?  I'm sure there are but I, personally, have not met them.  I leave you with a very graphic video of an Amish farm that is here in Indiana.  (we have an overabundance of them)  It seems that Pennsylvania has a real problem with Amish puppy mills as well as here in Indiana.  A great deal of the research I've done, has led me to Lancaster County in Pennsylvania. 

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And then I'll leave you with...

I was supposed to pick up my foster dogs from the event.  I overslept.  And I felt like an asshole.  I really thought my director was pissed but when I got up to her house, she seemed ok.  We stayed for a while and Jasmine got a close up look at baby turkeys (by the way mom, that's apparently what I was holding the other day), baby chickens and a hen who was brooding.  She also helped pick strawberries and checked on the foster puppies.  She loves going to their house.  They have a lot of acreage and loads of stuff for her to explore.  I left Monty with them and just brought Doodle home.  She was far more behaved than when I took her up there.  I think she was tired out from the long day of looking cute.  A lot of people stopped to look at her and talk about her but no one put in an application.  No apps on Monty either although I hear there's a man that's extremely interested in him and may go back tomorrow. 

After dropping Doodle off at the house, we took Jasmine to the movie theatre, part of her birthday treat.  She had been wanting to see Kung Fu Panda since we saw previews for it months ago.  She liked it but apparently thought we were going to see Evan Almighty.  She asked if there were tigers and I said yes but she meant a different tiger movie.  (there are tigers in Evan Almighty for all of fifteen seconds but she calls it tiger bite)  We pretty much had dinner at the theatre.  Nachos, pretzels, popcorn and hi-c, a healthy dinner indeed.  *wink*  It didn't matter to me what we ate since I can only handle small amounts of food at a time.  I had eaten a ton of popcorn before we even left the register.  I normally am not a popcorn fan but it's pretty good at the movies.  Kung Fu Panda was cute for a kids movie.  Not quite as adult as say Shrek but still fairly enjoyable for the parents.  And if you're male, you'll apparently love it as my husband continued to quote lines from it for the next two hours. 

After changing (me and Jasmine both had red hi-c all over us... the lid wasn't on properly), we went to the store to "pick" out Jasmine's birthday present.  Basically, we went there so I could show husband which things I wanted him to pick up in the morning.  She's getting the turtle sandbox and some sandbox-ish toys.  Thankfully, she's too young to realize that this birthday, we happen to be broke.  I got her cake started once we got home.  I didn't make one last year because I had such a disaster on her first birthday.  The cake didn't come out of the pan right and then somehow I ran out of frosting and had to run to Walmart at like two in the morning.  It sucked and I didn't want a repeat.  I also don't want her to be one of those kids whose mom always takes the easy way out on their birthday either.  (although I came very close to getting her an ice cream cake from Ritters just because I thought they were neat and perfect for her summer birthday) She wanted an orange cake but considering her frosting was chocolate, I didn't see it working out in her favor.  Instead I bought some frosting in a can and I'm going to attempt to put some decorations on and around the cake, although I really am not good with the cans.  It's just a big, huge pain in the butt to make your own frosting and then it usually takes me three batches to get it right and not gross clumpy.  (you use confectioners sugar and when it gets wet, it clumps so you have to mix it in painfully slowly)  At any rate, I allowed the cakes to cool while we took a shower and then for a while longer after we were out.  They were a little stuck so instead of forcing them out, I used a butter knife to slowly ease the sides out.  They came out PERFECT.  I've been making cakes for a long time and never have I had both sides come out without a chunk coming off.  I even did a happy dance!  Of course, Jasmine kept popping her head in the kitchen because she wanted the candies that were meant for the cake.  Yes, I gave in and she got a few but had she not, the cake would've been overloaded with junk.  We'll have a little morning thing for her at our house so she can play in her sandbox, then we'll head to my mom's with the cake.  My MIL has called three times asking if we're having anything for her birthday and our answer has been no every time.  (not that she can call us crappy parents, she is a Jehovah... my husband NEVER got a Christmas till he got with me and now he's hooked... haha)  Besides, the only reason she seems to want to come over is to eat cake.  I mean, Jehovah's aren't even supposed to attend birthday parties, correct?  She was there for Jasmine's first birthday and didn't sing happy birthday, (against her religion and all) but instead talked to Jasmine the ENTIRE song.  So I have a video of Jasmine getting happy birthday sung to her, all the while with my MIL's very loud, high pitched voice in the background.  (she's basically completely deaf and has no idea when her voice reaches ridiculous loud tones and no matter how many times you tell her, it makes no difference)  So forgive me if I'm relieved not to have my MIL around for her birthday for once.  Geez, the stories I could tell about my MIL.  My "favorite" one would have to be the day I gave birth to Jasmine.  We told her she could come up to the hospital and wait who knows how many hours till I gave birth but was absolutely NEVER allowed in my labor/delivery room.  (I was so adamant about it that I was going to tell my nurse not to allow her in if she showed up, the last thing I wanted while being in labor was to be pissed at her) She tells my husband that she's sick.  (throw me a party!!!!  If I wasn't paralyzed I would've jumped for joy!) After Jasmine was born, it was pretty touch and go for me.  I came very close to losing my own life.  I don't remember holding my daughter for the first time.  I passed out and didn't wake up again till seven hours later, where the first thing I saw was my MIL holding a baby I didn't remember holding.  I was immediately livid and told them both to get out and leave the baby.  (they couldn't take her out anyways, an alarm would've sounded)  My nurse then explained how worried they were about me (the doctors and particularly the nurses who were caring for me all day) and that I had a really bad infection.  (which I would later find out was the reason I looked like I had my face beaten in the night before... I looked like death warmed over)  So, somehow my husband gets her to leave.  I'm thinking it's over and I won't have to deal with it the rest of the time I'm in the hospital.  (which if up to the doctors would've been at LEAST a day longer than what I stayed... I begged and pleaded to leave and they gave in)  The next morning, I was moved to an entirely different floor so then I think, even if she calls, I won't be in that room and she'll be SOL.  No, she shows back up at the hospital, manages to find my room and then WHINES the entire time because my husband wouldn't go get Jasmine out of the nursery.  And the entire time, she would continue to ask me if I was feeling depressed.  I was so pissed because I'm thinking who gives a crap if I feel depressed, I almost DIED the night before.  Again, my husband escorted her out as nicely as possible.  My mom was very uncomfortable during the whole ordeal because I had very nice things to say under my breath.  My saving grace was that at the time, I still lived at home and my MIL couldn't drop by willy nilly.  One thing I've been shocked about since we've had our own house, I don't think my MIL has dropped by once without notice.  I was like wow the woman does know boundaries, holy crap.  I try my best to think about the nice things that she does.  But when she does these other things so often, it's hard to remember those things.  At the very least, she's the reason I have my husband. 

Now that this blog has went on and on and on... I leave you with pictures of Fred.  Fred is my blue lobster.  I originally didn't not think him to be a blue but now I see that he's probably a mix of blue and red.  He has electric blue pinchers and a red back.  Most blues are all blue, back and everything.  He sheds his exoskeleton as he grows.  Which scared the hell out of me the first time because I though it was HIM, dead.  He's a little mean with those pinchers and seems to take joy out of finding a resting aquarium mate and pinching them.  My red tailed shark has three lines in his side from being pinched.  Aside from Fred, my favorite animal in that tank is my shark so I was none to pleased to see him looking all butchered up. 

Fred is about three inches long, although it's hard to tell with pictures.

You can really see the blue in his pinchers in this one and even some of the red on his back.

And here is Fred doing what he does best and most of his waking hours, moving rocks from one place to another.  His rock placement to me, has no rhyme or reason but he continues on with his mission.

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And puppy dog tails

Husband comes home tonight with his tail tucked.  I just don't understand why he can't act like he feels bad at the time instead of acting like a... MAN.  (sorry guys *wink*)  I'm not sure if his friend said something to him or if he realized on his own.  (I make his friend cookies so I can do no wrong in his eyes.. haha)  He says he's going to stay home the rest of this weekend now.  (he was going fishing tomorrow morning)  It doesn't do much for me though because I can see it going back to the same thing in a couple of weeks. 

Last night was a long one.  For starters, I was having trouble falling to sleep worrying about what the doctor was going to say when I would see him.  And then to make matters worse, once I finally fell asleep, Jasmine would wake up screaming every few hours that her tummy hurt and that she was going to throw up.  She didn't actually achieve her goal till she was actually awake for the day and then she did it while I was on the phone with the OB's office.  (she never took her eyes off the tv... just turned her head to the side and went right back to her show!)  The second time was in the OB's waiting room.  That's always embarrassing.  Plus, she managed to get most of it on ME since she was sitting on my lap.  The rest of the afternoon she complained that her tummy hurt but didn't have any more incidents.  I dropped the foster dogs off at my director's house for the night.  We have an adoption event in the morning and she's going to take them for me and I'll pick them up in the afternoon.  While we were there Jasmine got to see a baby chicken.  She wanted to get out of the car and see them all but we were in a hurry.  I hope to have no fosters tomorrow.  *fingers crossed*  I know there's a few people going to look at Doodle and Monty is a little fru-fru dog so people will want to look at him.  I don't think I'll have Monty back anyways because I told my director that the dog annoys the crap out of me.  (just making conversation, not trying to get out of my foster duties)  She said we could switch fosters and I would take a border collie mix instead of Monty.  If I have any luck at all, he'll be adopted too.  I know I'm being awful.  :-O