So we had these four dogs to vet as well as a little white maltese-looking thing called Casey who seriously would. not. stop. barking. ever. who was boarding until this past tuesday. The Everglades four had to be neutered and bathed and treated for parasites and they were all covered in ticks. As if that were't enough, in the afternoon one of the kitties who lives in the office was prowling around in the X-ray room and knocked over some bottles of formaldehyde which of course broke and there was a massive chemical spill. It was chaos trying to clean everything up and move all the cats into the cages in surgery because the cat room is right next to the X-ray room, and the fire department had to be called, and Kathy was exposed to the chemicals to the extent that she temporarily lost her eyesight and Bernadette had to take her to the doctor.
On top of THAT we had a couple of yoyos from the dog rescue putzing around getting in the way and being several kinds of annoying, until they just took off without warning even though they were expected to bathe the two puppies so Tash and I were left with that.
AND I had to track down the kitty, who had been scared by the accident and was hiding, so that we could ascertain that she didn't get any of the chemicals on herself and wasn't hurt. I eventually found her hiding in the bottom of a filing shelf, shaken up but unharmed.
Today the yoyos were on the phone bitching out Bernadette because Big Man's gentlemanly bits were infected and swollen and they were on Facebook spreading calumnies and slanders about the doctor, saying that he had messed up the neuter. They ended up taking Big Man to another vet, who told them that his problems were due to strain on his testiculars because these idiots were having him running around even though he had just had surgery and on top of that, they simply weren't bothering to give him his antibiotics. I did have an odd feeling about those two, and I didn't like handing Big Man over to them. We had bonded, you see, and I didn't trust these nitwits to look after him properly. It seems I was right, and I was pissed. I've been told that Big Man and Little Big Man were both adopted by the same woman, so they're in a good place and they're together. I'm glad. Also, the stupidheads who mistreated my Big Man are out $800.00 from all the vet visits, so hopefully they've learned something.
Almost two weeks later the area around the X-ray room still smells pretty funky, but not so much that we can't keep the cats in the cat room, and Kath's eyes were fine in the end. And all four dogs have gone to good homes where they'll be looked after and loved, instead of being abused and made to tear each other to pieces for the entertainment of a bunch of expletives. I do miss my Big Man, though.
Today mum's cronies at the (other, non-stupidheaded) dog rescue brought in a chihuahua to be looked over and tomorrow transported by yours truly to a foster home in Naples. I last went to Naples for a different dog transport and that is a trip I really enjoy. I love driving through Alligator Alley, being able to look out in any direction and see no evidence of human habitation except for the road, just everglades stretching out into the horizon for hundreds of miles. I like visiting the Gulf as well; admiring its beauty, making my apologies, walking on the sand fine and soft and white as sugar. This time I think I'll bring my accouterments and have a swim before I head back.
By the way, I have named the chihuahua Santa Pulco, after the town in The Three Amigos.
I got a new job that I love like Paula Deen loves butter. I'm a tech assistant at an animal hospital down east by the beach. I think I'll campaign to have my job title changed to "Beastmaster". My duties include fetching and prepping things for the good doctor, looking after the animals, cleaning up, office things, and pretty much everything short of actually performing surgeries myself. I get to wear scrubs! Mine are black, natch.
"Heart of Darkness"
-Red wolfing out all over the knights, HOW MUCH DO I LOVE IT.
-SNOW STOP HUMMING THAT DISNEY SONG RIGHT GODDAMN NOW.
-I ship Snow/Grumpy. THERE I SAID IT.
-They're having an intervention for Snow's bad attitude. I love this.
-"Heartbreak makes you do unspeakable things." Maybe if you're a codependent ninny.
-Another gorgeous Rumpelstiltskin costume! God, that coat. Let me make love to it.
-"She arrested me for beating a man nearly to death and I persuaded the judge to drop the charges." Nice save, there.
-Speaking of Rumpelstiltskin, when are we going to be seeing his story with the miller's daughter?
-"Why would you want my cloak?" "It's drafty in here." Rumpelstiltskin I will love you until time ends.
-O-kaaaaaay, when I saw that Charming/Skinny scene and Skinny was in that (gorgeous) waistcoat, his WTF black leather pants and now thigh-high boots, I nearly went crosseyed trying not to laugh. Then he started being all masc at Charming, slapping his sword around and thrusting his own chest onto the blade, I actually started thinking it was kinda really very hot. *shame*
-The writer guy whose name I do not remember kind of sounds like he's trying to start some kind of fairytale cult. Enlighten the nonbelievers! and so on.
-I know Emma and Henry's adventures are darling and Henry is all cute and precocious and whatnot, but just once I'd like Emma to have some authority over him. She tells him not to get involved with something, and he doesn't. That would be nice.
-Unintentional Hilarious of the Episode: Snow and Charming making out while there's an arrow sticking out of him.
-OMG now Skinny has The Power Of Love. What calamitous mischief will he get up to now? I can not wait to see. I swear, watching him screw people over is my favorite thing.
-Emma and Gold teaming up against Regina? YAY. I ship them. I can admit this now. I want to watch them have adventures and solve mysteries and have belligerent sexual tension and banter *sigh*
-"This is the one thing I broke that I can replace." I really liked that line.
-Mary Margaret is on the lam! I bet you anything she'll hide somewhere stupid and be caught in the next episode. A criminal mastermind MM is not. She was making her prison cot, ferchrissakes.
Now I return to Madame DVR for "Hat Trick".
-Okay, I was side-eyeing the hell out of this one because I personally do not think that Alice's Adventures in Wonderland counts as a 'fairy tale' at all. It's a children's book, it does not fall under the jurisdiction of the oral tradition (that means that The Little Mermaid doesn't count either but I let that one slide). I'm wondering what this show's definition of 'fairy tale' is if it includes Alice. Also, HOW DARE THEY FUCK AROUND WITH THE WONDERLAND CANON. HOW DARE THEY.
-Emma, when you're with strangers you're not supposed to drink anything you didn't mix yourself. You're the sheriff, you should know these things!
-Wow, the voice dubbing on the toyseller is awful.
-Is this how Regina spent her weekends? Setting up a toy cart and crushing the dreams of the village children just for shits and giggles?
-This kid of Jefferson's is so mature and reasonable. I do not buy this for an instant.
-I was wrong, Mary Margaret didn't hide somewhere stupid and get caught immediately, she was captured by a psychopath. Oh, MM, such fail.
-Hands down, this is the worst Wonderland I have ever seen. It's so boring, so...perfunctory. Hate.
-So...the Mad Hatter's hat is an inter-dimensional portkey to Wonderland? Hate.
-Is it just me or are Regina's gowns getting increasingly boobalicious?
-Regina throwing Jeff's "you don't abandon family" bit back at him and being sincerely disgusted by his hypocrisy is my favorite thing in this episode.
-So the Hatter has been completely bastardized and the Wonderland canon is bang out the window. Rrrrrrrrrrrr. At least Jeff's motivation isn't some pointlessly jammed-in love interest like every other character on this show.
-*telescope upside the head* "Crazy son of a bitch."ILU, Emma.
-*croquet mallet upside the head, boot out the window* ILU, Mary Margaret.
-That's my Gold, playing everyone.
So next week we're finding out just what Regina's beef is with Snow? FINALLY.
I'm doing more days at the gym, increasing my bike rides, running on the old treadmill in the garage, and swimming, swimming, swimming. Swimming is awesome. You get exercise but you don't get hot. I love that. I'm using a monofin for working my core
I'm mostly swimming in the evening at the community pool because even though it technically closes at dusk, the local cops don't care if you stay a while after dark. During the day I use the indoor pool at the gym, even though it's only like four feet deep, or if I feel like making a production of it I'll coat my appendages in SPF A Bajillion sunscreen and go down to the beach. A couple of days ago I went to the inlet and I was far out where the sand gives way to rocks and I saw an octopus. It was peeking its eyes and two tentacles out of a little crevice, and one tentacle caught in the current and waved a bit, so I was a dork and waved back. HI OCTOPUS! After the swim I walked out to the end of the jetty and lay there on the rocks for a while, watching the fishies and pelicans. I really enjoy swimming in the ocean with my monofin; it makes me feel really confident in dealing with the waves and undercurrents. It's amazing how fast and powerful my swimming is with that thing.
I dragged the scale out from the cupboard a couple of days ago on a whim and I've gone from my solid 230 to 221 pounds. I know I'm building muscle too. Yay me.
Tomorrow I'm going running with dad. This is sure to be hilarious if not tragic. In the likely event that my hearts explodes or something, I should appoint somebody to erase my internet history and take custody of my action figures. Hmmm.
Oh, and all the sun from the beach has turned my hair from red to blonde. It's still red at the roots, so I kind of look like a hibiscus. Heehee.
You are The High Priestess
Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.
The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
"Must?" Tyrion made a tsking sound. "That is not a word queens like to hear. You are her perfect prince, agreed, bright and bold and comely as any maid could wish. Daenerys Targaryen is no maid, however. She is the widow of a Dothraki khal, a mother of dragons and sacker of cities, Aegon the Conqueror with teats. She may not prove as willing as you wish."
"She'll be willing." Prince Aegon sounded shocked. It was plain that he had never before considered the possibility that his blushing bride-to-be might refuse him. "You don't know her." He picked up his heavy horse and put it down with a thump.
The dwarf shrugged. "I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad...a brother who sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere out upon the grass her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has crossed the grasslands and the red waste, survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandaled feet. Now, how do you suppose this queen will react when you turn up with your begging bowl in hand and say, 'Good morrow to you, Auntie. I am your nephew, Aegon, returned from the dead. I've been living on a poleboat all my life, but now I've washed the blue dye from my hair and I'd like a dragon, please...and oh, did I mention, my claim to the Iron Throne is stronger than your own?'"
-A Dance with Dragons, George R.R. Martin