Saturday, January 31, 2009
I had borrowed my cousin Chris' cat carrier and I had one of my own. Fortunately, mine was large enough to house 2 cats - so Mickey and Sebastian had to share. Spunky doesn't like sharing, so naturally she got the single crate. Getting them in the crates was easier than usual, so we were pretty much running on schedule for the 1:00-3:00 clinic. Sebastian howled the whole way there.
Petco is never busy, but it was today. We arrived at 1:05 and the line was clear back through the store. We went to the end and well stood. The family in front of us had a miniature Pomerania - cute little thing. Their son and daughter were very talkative and well mannered. The parents had trained them correctly to ASK before touching anyone's pet (hint, hint to parents out there). There was a collie pup behind us, which I absolutely loved - we had several growing up and I still think they are one of the best dog breeds out there. But the line was extremely slow...there was one girl working on filling out the applications. I opted to go up and get my form to fill out ahead of time....don't do that - they are numbered, she sent me back in line.
It was 3:00 until we got to the application girl - I'm not kidding, we stood there 2 hours!! From there, you had to go back outside to the white van, where the shots were being given. That part was extremely quick. Then while hubby took the cats to the car, I had to go back in and pay. Now I had figured 3 rabies shots @ $15.00 each came to $45.00 and 2 of the others $19.00 each came to $38.00, for a total of $83.00. For some reason they only charged me $70.00. She totaled Mickey's $15 & $19 at $36.00 and Spunky's/Sebastian's (they were on the same form) $15, $15 & $19 at $34.00. I didn't question it, I just paid the $70.00. So I got all 3 of them done for $70, where it would of probably cost me about $60 each at the Vet's. So we did good.
On the way home we saw black smoke and passed a small camper in back of a house on fire, emergency personnel were not there yet but there were plenty of spectators. Then we're almost home, when Sebastian starts howling again...and well with good reason. Either or he or Mickey had chosen to do their "business" in the crate. I'd of howled to. Fortunately we were only 2 blocks from home. Once home I started the flea treatment and so far I have everyone done but Sebastian.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Yesterday, we had a meeting to discuss the new filing system for the new office area. I really don't understand why this was needed. Apparently the architect has the design down which includes the amount of space for a filing system, hired the company that will supply the filing system and they basically sell only one type. So it's kind of a - this is what you're getting, like it or not. So what was the point of the meeting? My system now is like a carousel - in which the file comes to me. I can sit or stand. The new system is well like shelving (the type like doctor's office use) and will require standing, possibly a step stool for the top shelf (but not a ladder) and well sitting on the floor for the lower shelves. Had I not fallen over the dog gate back in November, this wouldn't bother me too much...but since that happen, my knees don't tend to be as well as they use to be. But I'm trying to be positive by reminding myself that I'm lucky to have a job and one that is pretty stable. The only good thing to come out of the meeting is that the Warden has recognized that scanning just isn't going to happen and that we need to have the biggest filing system we can. He then was thinking of making my office across the hall and he pointed on the plans. I asked the obvious "You're putting me in the bathroom?" He said, "Sorry I was pointing at the wrong room." Course across the hall would mean I'm away from the drama of the office - which could be a good thing. Time will tell.
I'm afraid something has happened to Mickey. He left again last weekend and we've received no calls for pick-up. I was pretty sure we'd get a call when the snow and ice hit (as he tends to want to be inside for that) but no call has come. I've driven by a few times and normally when he's around they have food sitting on the porch for him, but there hasn't been any. I'm just afraid that maybe this time, he didn't make it.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Mickey is always on the move....he can't accept the fact that we moved over a year ago and continually travels between the new house and the old one. So what does Mickey see when he travels? Well our new weekly post will share that!!
Waynesboro is a borough in Franklin County, Pennsylvania, located 78 miles (126 km) northwest of Baltimore, Maryland, and 2 miles (3 km) north of the old Mason-Dixon Line. The population was 9,614 at the 2000 census. Waynesboro is in the Cumberland Valley between Hagerstown MD and Chambersburg PA. It is close to Camp David and Site R.
The area around Antietam Creek had been home to Native Americans for centuries prior to settlement by white men in the mid-18th Century. Scotsman John Wallace built a cabin and laid claim to the area. His sons, George and John, expanded the fledgling community, erecting a church and school. The town of Waynesburg was plotted in 1797 by John Wallace, Jr. Its name was changed to Waynesboro in 1831 when the state decreed that towns had to have distinct names, and there were other places named Waynesburg. It is one of several dozen towns, cities, and counties named after General Anthony Wayne.
During the American Civil War, Waynesboro, a strongly pro-Union town, played a part in the Gettysburg Campaign in June and July 1863. In the week before the Battle of Gettysburg, Confederate Major General Jubal Early's division of Lieutenant General Richard S. Ewell's corps of the Army of Northern Virginia passed through the community on its way northward. After the battle, General Robert E. Lee rode through the border community with his retreating forces. In 1963, a book, Thirteen Days under the Confederate Flag, told of the occupation.
Waynesboro was chiefly an industrial town in the early years of the 20th Century. It was known for the manufacture of engines, boilers, grinders, threshers, boring machines, bolt cutters, wood and iron workers' vises, nut facers, etc. There were also foundries and machine shops, and manufactories of lumber products. Some local manufacturing companies included the Frick Company, the Geiser Company, and the Landis Tool Company. In 1900, 5,396 people lived in the town; in 1910, 7,199 people; and in 1940 10,231 (more than in 2000).
Waynesboro is home to the Renfrew Museum and Park, an historical museum depicting 18th century farm life, named after two young sisters who died there in 1764 in an Indian attack.
Waynesboro is also the home of the first school in Franklin County, Burns Cabin, which is located on Burn's Hill.
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Monday, January 26, 2009
Can't there be some variety? Couldn't one of the shows pull a surprise and have a different winner? It's not that I dislike any of the winners, but come on - are they really deserving of ALL the awards????? Since you know who's going to win...well the awards are really not worth watching.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I'm really backed up at work and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. I'd stay after to try to get things caught up, but they tend to not want to pay anyone but one individual in the office overtime (I know legally they really can't do that). What irritates me is the overtime she gets is for doing the work that is assigned to a Sergeant and well, I just think maybe they should make him do his job. Mind you, it's not that he's forcing his work on others, she just does it to abuse the use of overtime. And we all could use a little overtime.
Actually the work involved is part of what is a long and drawn out hiring affair. For some unknown reason, the head honcho decided she should give the rest of us the opportunity to help with this. So she holds this meeting and claims she really needs the help (where is that Sergeant that is responsible for this?) and then proceeds to go through the process. It was all very confusing to me and had more steps then what I think there needs to be, but then, I was also thinking of all the stuff I needed done in my own office and well, my mind was rather blank through most of what she said. To cut the meeting short, one of the other ladies suggested that it may be better to help her through the next process and get on hand training rather than explain it. Meeting adjourned.
It wasn't 5 minutes after the meeting when the chosen one entered my office to let me know the dates involved with the next hiring process, she then at that moment informed me that overtime was not an option, but that compensary time would be the compensation.
I have nothing against comp. time, I actually like having it so I can build up my vacation and sick leave time. BUT, why has she always gotten overtime for this and the rest of us aren't allowed to? This does involve staying a night during the week and then giving them a whole Saturday morning. I then thought that maybe it's because we will all be doing it for the next one, once it gets down to just one of us to handle it, perhaps it will be different. I'll have to check with the one Captain on that....I'm not really sure I want any part of it if overtime isn't part of the deal. I mean, I can get comp. time for staying and getting my own work caught up!
I also find it somewhat degrading that I've been drowning in paperwork for months and keep being told not to waste time and/or use your time more wisely - it certainly couldn't be that there's more work for one person then there should be....but then the chosen one is backed up and well, everyone is expected to help her out........hmmmmm........
Am I being petty?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Anyway, my mother handed me the $40.00 and I went to Wal-mart. I prefer Netgear over any other router brand...they are just so easy to set up, but Wal-mart was out of the cheaper one...so I opted to give Belkin a try. It also was very easy, so I must recommend that brand as well. As a matter of fact, I imagine most are pretty easy to set up these days, but back when I originally set up mine..it was fairly new and the directions were for people that understood all the computer lingo (I didn't) - and Netgear was very user friendly (I returned two others before finding Netgear). So I got that complete today, and I'm beginning to think I should start a business setting up wireless routers for people. It's the third one I've set up. I'm diffently in the wrong business.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcome her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obey her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-- because your touch was now so infrequent-- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked if you had a dog, that you produce a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answer "yes" and change the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said " I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempts to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dreamor I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The "prisoner of love" had run out of days. As in my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life to continue you to show you so much loyalty.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American &; Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for an animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals------Jim Willis
Thursday, January 15, 2009
A Meme for Fun!
Add this to your own blog and come back and tell me so I can come read it!
Copy, paste, and bold what you have done!
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland (Been to Disney World - does that count?)
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Gone rollerskating
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Acted in a play or performed on stage
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Won money
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Had to put someone you love in Hospice Care
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The one lady I work with is going to buy the old laptop for her daughter. We're going to upgrade the memory on it, but I think it will be suitable for her daughter.
I'm also loving Cooper. He is so active and funny all at the same time. He follows me all around the house like a dog. He's still got those stubby legs and big feet, but that's part of his charm.
Mickey came back last night, well rather I went and got him and brought him back, but he went out when I got home and I don't know where he is. It's suppose to get very cold the next 2 days and that does distress me a little, HOWEVER, I just don't know what to do with this cat to make him happy, so I've opted to just let him do his travelling and I guess one day, I won't receive a call to pick him up. Depressing yes, but what more can I do? He looked really rough this time around. It's impossible to keep him totally inside, he shoots for the door every chance he gets, it's one thing if it's just me coming in, but if I have a dog and/or groceries and such...it's impossible. I guess I'll just let God handle that situation.
Monday, January 12, 2009
I assume he's already there, we just haven't caught up with him yet.
My new laptop came today and it's very nice. It's smaller and lighter than my other one and I added another gig of memory to it and it's very fast!! It was a very good deal at TigerDirect.com, so I couldn't pass it up.
Yearly training has started at work and my day will be filled with CPR and First Aid tomorrow...though that will put me further behind in my work, I'll be glad to get it all over with. The rest of my training I'll do on day by day basis rather than just picking one week to do it all..it just works better that way for me.
And that's my little post for today.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
If you're just looking for vaccines www.luvmypet.com is available for both dog and cat owners. They do clinics at Petco's across the nation. Check their website for a clinic near you and prices. I do know that there will be one at the Hagerstown, MD Petco on Saturday, January 31 from 1:00-3:00 p.m. - no appointments necessary. Please bring vaccine records if your dog or cat has had prior vaccines. Luv My Pet has a variety of package deals, or vaccines may be purchased separately. They also offer testing for heartworms, any type of worms and do microchipping. The site is worth checking out. We plan on taking Spunky, Sebastian and Mickey there on the 31st. We figured it will end up costing HALF of what the bill will be at our regular Vet and they are all due for shots now.
I've also seen clinics at local Petsmarts as well. If you're looking for a cheap alternative the best thing to do is to contact your local Humane Society, Petco and Petsmart for information on their clinics. Some Humane Societies due offer this service on a more timely basis or offer discount vouchers.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating against Vet's. I think all pet owners should have their pets taken care of by a Vet. But with the economy the way it is, and prices increasing everywhere....every little bit helps. What made me think of doing a post about this was on one of the Local Freecycle Groups, someone was giving up their dog due to the fact that vaccines were now due and they couldn't afford them. From reading about the dog - he's had issues due to abuse and is afraid of people....by giving him up, this poor dog will now have to go through ANOTHER adjustment period and that just isn't right. I emailed the people with the Luv My Pet information and also the address of a local rescue of people that I know would have the patience to help this poor dog out if worse comes to worse. I did receive an email back thanking me for the information.
On a pet note: I drove by the old house today on my way home from work, and sitting on the side porch was Mickey!! I pulled in the driveway and got out. He came right to me, so I picked him up and plopped him in the passenger seat. As I'm pulling out the driveway, he kind of stood up and looked out the window with the "Oh no, I just made it back!" look. It was funny. He's sleeping in the pig room right now.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Joe and Mimm got homes - Hurray!!! Just a few more from that post needing homes - anyone???
I forgot to mention that Mickey is gone AGAIN!! I really don't know what to do with that cat......
Work is like a nightmare....have end of the year things to get done and then set up the stuff for the new year....and it's all collided right now. Plus yearly training is starting and I'm signed up for CPR next Tuesday and that takes a whole day!!! And then there's been meetings all this week... yeah, I can grumble.
And I feel like I'm getting that cold that's been going around.....
Anyway on the way out I stopped in the cat room and there was a cat there that looked exactly like Strat. I pulled the card and discovered that it had come in as a stray on October 28th (4 days after Strat disappeared). He was not listed as being neutered and the age was only 6 months; and he seemed to ignore me. They have lots of cats there, all vying for my attention - except the one that looked like Strat. But since Strat is neutered and 5+ years old and extremely friendly (even to strangers)...I had to assume it wasn't him.
But it got me to thinking....as time passes, would I recognize Strat? I mean, will I be able to tell the difference between he and a look-a-like as time passes? Would he recognize me? It had me somewhat upset....until I remembered that Strat does have a broken tooth - I'll have to recheck with the Vet on his records, but I realized that could always be an indentifying factor. I felt relieved once I remembered that.
And then I cried on the drive home.....
Saturday, January 3, 2009
He's not kidding, the basement is really a cellar, and if you're any taller than me (5' 3"), you aren't going to be able to stand up tall, but the washer and dryer are down there and well light is a necessity. What it has is a light you turn on at the top of the stairs and that's it!! Once you're down there, there is a light above the washer to turn on (I've always just let that on). On the other side was another light...but we've never been able to get it to work. Anyway...today he came and wired four lights into the basement, so now when you flip the switch at the top of the stairs - the whole basement lights up!! He also ran us a box to hook a smoke detector to (rather than just one with batteries) - he said all houses need them!!
He then hung me a new light in the kitchen. Then we came to the next issue.... Cooper had peed in the dining room directly down an outlet on the floor (don't know who's bright idea it was to put an outlet on the floor)!!! Anyway, he said it was more dangerous for the cat then us...but to be safe, he unhooked that outlet. We then decided that when we get ready to lay new floors (hardwood in the dining area) we would move that outlet to the wall where it should be. There are three like that in the living room as well...but that also is a project for another day!! (We've never actually finished the bathroom)!
Anyway, while he and my sister were here, the Humane Society called telling me that someone had turned in a cat they had found in October meeting Strat's description. After speaking to the woman, I concluded that it wasn't Strat. Now I'm not too sure. Strat is a solid gray tiger striped cat - the cat they have does have some white on him (under the nose down to the chin) - I was just looking at photos of him and realized that YES - STRAT DOES HAVE THAT AREA WHITE!!! Now I'm all mad that I just didn't go take a look anyway - so I've emailed them with some photos and told them I'd be in Monday to have a look. EVERYONE PLEASE KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED.......
On the cat subject - I picked up Mickey today and brought him home!!!!
Friday, January 2, 2009
As I mentioned in a blog several posts back, I had changes coming up due to Strat's disappearance. And here it is!!!
I'm slowly getting the posts/comments from the old site onto here. Though there *is* an option to export/import entries - it just won't work correctly and Go Daddy Support was no help in that department. So I've been copying and pasting them over (the comments on those posts appear within the post instead of separately - it's just easier that way).
No other changes except where you'll find us - www.stratsgarden.com . The old site will remain up for a while, so it's there to view but like I said, eventually all those posts will be here as well.
Happy New Year!!!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
As promised (though late) here are some Christmas Photos:
My very spoiled great nephew, Caden, opening presents!!
My will be spoiled grandson, Colton.
My step-children and nephew & niece (hubby's family) re-enacting a photo when they were little.
Hubby with his sisters and mother.
Keyser opening his stocking.
Checking out the camera.
Lying (no kidding) at the food bowl eating.
And for those wondering....Mickey was brought back home on Monday, he left AGAIN on Tuesday and was back at the old house by Wednesday. He ran when he saw our car. New owners are making sure he has food and claim it's not a problem - but once they catch him in a crate, we can go get him. THAT CAT!!!!