I love you, Ginger.
RULES:
1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me" (or whatever)
2. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature (or not so creepy/personal)
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions (yes, sir)
4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, ask them five questions
Questions asked by ruby_rings
1. What's been going on your life since you left livejournal? Nothing really out of the ordinary, which I am actually thankful for. A lot of the time I say I'm mad about the fact that my life is so boring and plain, but maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Other than working, hanging out with the boyfriend, and netflixing my brains out, nothing much else to do in a city where the most exciting thing is a 16-house movie theater or an old rundown bowling alley. BUT Chris and I have planned a trip to Las Vegas in March (which I mentioned in one of my last posts) so finalizing tickets and getting all of that straightened out has kept us on our toes and constantly talking about it. :)
2. What great movies have you seen lately? Not much. There is a severe "great" movie drought. Ironically, Little Miss Sunshine is the last movie I thought was WOW. Everything else has been just ok or mediocre.
3. If you could be a tree, what tree would you be? Palm tree. Woot.
4. What brought you back other than the awesomeness that is icons? The fact that I trust me mateys more here with my honest yet insane and often immature, random thoughts. :) This site is also better to shuffle through. Less possibility of getting a virus. Oh yeah, and reading everyone else's posts too, because myspace is just too... non-verbal. They're all about pictures and how many friends you have. *shrugs*
5. How is your job going? Just ehh. It's not that I don't like it. The learning process is slower than I expected. My parents don't have as much time as they would like to show me things and with all of the surprises life likes to throw me, I've been getting amazing amounts of time-off... my grandpa got sick and had to have his gallbladder removed (took my mom out for a week to take care of him), parents had a semi-business trip down to Orlando this past week (and since I had to look after the dog [NOTHER STORY], I wasn't left any busy work), plus the two weeks off for Christmas and New Years. Wonderful aspect of it all. But I can't wait until I can work on my own and understand it without getting a headache and wanting to throw my computer screen.
*sighs* Speaking of my dog. Today was a hard day.
She's been in the vet since Saturday. I had to take her because her breathing was bad (she's had fluid in her lungs, congestive heart failure, etc - she's old, we've had her for almost 8 to 9 years and she was grown when we got her from the pound). She hadn't eaten since Wednesday and she also stopped getting up. She wouldn't even take her treats or get excited about her leash.
I called my parents (who were still down in Orlando at the time) and told them the situation, and they decided to come home. Midday Sat. I got a call from the doctor and he said her bloodwork was bad, that her liver enzymes were sky-high and he didn't know why. He wanted to keep her to try other medicines. Fast forward to today when we can finally see her (vet is closed on Sundays). He drew more blood and it was even worse. Now her kidneys were shutting down.
We asked him how long she had if we were to keep her on medicine and he said no longer than a couple of months, but still there would be a lot of complications (her vomiting because she would try to get the fluid up, making her gag, among other things)... so we made a decision as a family to put her down so she wouldn't suffer. What makes it hard was that a couple of weeks ago, we were all furious with my aunt who put her dog to sleep because of hip dysplasia... and we all said we couldn't imagine doing that to an animal. That's what made it so hard. She looked fine when we were there, she was just too weak to do anything. It was worse than when Jenny died... because she was just looking around like everything was ok. She didn't know what was going on. I feel horrible inside because she trusted us, you know? I don't know if I'm being selfish or what.
Immediately when we got home, my mom starts throwing out all of her stuff, cleaning her area (which was a closet at the end of our main hall, her bed was in it, the place she would hide whenever there were storms) - I couldn't stay because I would be crying the entire afternoon. I almost was but Cole tried to keep everything light during our lunch (which was previously planned, I didn't want him to have driven 45 minutes into town for nothing). Funny how during Notes on a Scandal, Judy Dench's character had a sick cat and she struggled with euthanizing it. Cole asked if I wanted to leave, but I told him I was fine. I really wasn't.
I've seen at least twenty dogs today. Five that looked like Ginger. It's strange how you become much more aware of a thing once you've lost it.
I love you, Ginger. I loved you since the first time I saw you. I remember when I sat in the pound holding cage with you and there were fleas crawling everywhere. I flicked them from your snout, tried to stop them from getting in your eyes. I remember you were the subject of one of my news article projects in high school. I recalled that exact moment and couldn't sworn your eyes were screaming, "Save me, get me out of here, take me home." And I did. I told my mom you were the one we had to have. I remember the first time my dad saw you. You were a surprise because it was his intention to not have another dog after Jenny but my mom and I had to have another dog so we waited until he was out of town to find you. You sat in front of him and looked up, all squinty-eyed and timid... and even though it took a little longer than the rest of us, you eventually had him wrapped around your paws. I hope we gave you a good life. And I'm so sorry... I will always love you.
1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me" (or whatever)
2. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature (or not so creepy/personal)
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions (yes, sir)
4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, ask them five questions
Questions asked by ruby_rings
1. What's been going on your life since you left livejournal? Nothing really out of the ordinary, which I am actually thankful for. A lot of the time I say I'm mad about the fact that my life is so boring and plain, but maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Other than working, hanging out with the boyfriend, and netflixing my brains out, nothing much else to do in a city where the most exciting thing is a 16-house movie theater or an old rundown bowling alley. BUT Chris and I have planned a trip to Las Vegas in March (which I mentioned in one of my last posts) so finalizing tickets and getting all of that straightened out has kept us on our toes and constantly talking about it. :)
2. What great movies have you seen lately? Not much. There is a severe "great" movie drought. Ironically, Little Miss Sunshine is the last movie I thought was WOW. Everything else has been just ok or mediocre.
3. If you could be a tree, what tree would you be? Palm tree. Woot.
4. What brought you back other than the awesomeness that is icons? The fact that I trust me mateys more here with my honest yet insane and often immature, random thoughts. :) This site is also better to shuffle through. Less possibility of getting a virus. Oh yeah, and reading everyone else's posts too, because myspace is just too... non-verbal. They're all about pictures and how many friends you have. *shrugs*
5. How is your job going? Just ehh. It's not that I don't like it. The learning process is slower than I expected. My parents don't have as much time as they would like to show me things and with all of the surprises life likes to throw me, I've been getting amazing amounts of time-off... my grandpa got sick and had to have his gallbladder removed (took my mom out for a week to take care of him), parents had a semi-business trip down to Orlando this past week (and since I had to look after the dog [NOTHER STORY], I wasn't left any busy work), plus the two weeks off for Christmas and New Years. Wonderful aspect of it all. But I can't wait until I can work on my own and understand it without getting a headache and wanting to throw my computer screen.
*sighs* Speaking of my dog. Today was a hard day.
She's been in the vet since Saturday. I had to take her because her breathing was bad (she's had fluid in her lungs, congestive heart failure, etc - she's old, we've had her for almost 8 to 9 years and she was grown when we got her from the pound). She hadn't eaten since Wednesday and she also stopped getting up. She wouldn't even take her treats or get excited about her leash.
I called my parents (who were still down in Orlando at the time) and told them the situation, and they decided to come home. Midday Sat. I got a call from the doctor and he said her bloodwork was bad, that her liver enzymes were sky-high and he didn't know why. He wanted to keep her to try other medicines. Fast forward to today when we can finally see her (vet is closed on Sundays). He drew more blood and it was even worse. Now her kidneys were shutting down.
We asked him how long she had if we were to keep her on medicine and he said no longer than a couple of months, but still there would be a lot of complications (her vomiting because she would try to get the fluid up, making her gag, among other things)... so we made a decision as a family to put her down so she wouldn't suffer. What makes it hard was that a couple of weeks ago, we were all furious with my aunt who put her dog to sleep because of hip dysplasia... and we all said we couldn't imagine doing that to an animal. That's what made it so hard. She looked fine when we were there, she was just too weak to do anything. It was worse than when Jenny died... because she was just looking around like everything was ok. She didn't know what was going on. I feel horrible inside because she trusted us, you know? I don't know if I'm being selfish or what.
Immediately when we got home, my mom starts throwing out all of her stuff, cleaning her area (which was a closet at the end of our main hall, her bed was in it, the place she would hide whenever there were storms) - I couldn't stay because I would be crying the entire afternoon. I almost was but Cole tried to keep everything light during our lunch (which was previously planned, I didn't want him to have driven 45 minutes into town for nothing). Funny how during Notes on a Scandal, Judy Dench's character had a sick cat and she struggled with euthanizing it. Cole asked if I wanted to leave, but I told him I was fine. I really wasn't.
I've seen at least twenty dogs today. Five that looked like Ginger. It's strange how you become much more aware of a thing once you've lost it.
I love you, Ginger. I loved you since the first time I saw you. I remember when I sat in the pound holding cage with you and there were fleas crawling everywhere. I flicked them from your snout, tried to stop them from getting in your eyes. I remember you were the subject of one of my news article projects in high school. I recalled that exact moment and couldn't sworn your eyes were screaming, "Save me, get me out of here, take me home." And I did. I told my mom you were the one we had to have. I remember the first time my dad saw you. You were a surprise because it was his intention to not have another dog after Jenny but my mom and I had to have another dog so we waited until he was out of town to find you. You sat in front of him and looked up, all squinty-eyed and timid... and even though it took a little longer than the rest of us, you eventually had him wrapped around your paws. I hope we gave you a good life. And I'm so sorry... I will always love you.