Talkative =D
Someone told me about this doctor who had sex with one of his patients. He felt really guilty about it. He knew what he had done was unprofessional. He tried to make it ok, though, by telling himself "It's ok. I'm not the first doctor to have sex with a patient, and I won't be the last. Besides, I'm single, and she's single." But then a little voice in his head would point out, "But you're a vet."
EW!
Really good day today, I suppose. Issues with the school, the neighbors and their sick raccoon baby, finding a job, etc., but I felt relaxed all day. I think tomorrow, I may spend the day getting my pool ready for summer time. I want to swim, and there have already been a couple of days warm enough for it.
Sommer has been pretty anal lately. I love her very much. No one could ask for a better friend, so I feel guilty about complaining, but she gets so intense sometimes. The neighbors accidentally trapped a raccoon in a humane trap (they were trying to catch the squirrels that are destroying everyone's homes). For some reason, they took it to a park somewhere else to let it go. A few days later, raccoon babies showed up in the yard, and it was too late to find the mother again. So the neighbors are taking good care of them.
But they realized that there was one still up in the nest (they had figured out where the family had lived). It had been up there probably 8 days at that point, and I called Sommer to get her brother to climb up and get it. He did, but at that point it was half dead and flies had laid eggs on the poor thing. Sommer has dealt with that before (in fact, she saved my own dog Katey when she was a puppy, and she had had them all over her too). So when we saw the baby's condition, she told the neighbor man, Wayne, that the eggs would have to come off. She said, "It takes a lot of work. They HAVE to come off, or the raccoon will die. Are you going to do that?" As if she would not hand it over if he said no, and as if he would SAY no. Ok, so he did say no, but he was saying that because his wife is a nurse and she would do it.
Anyway, Sommer came across as very rude, and when she asked me on the phone later if she had sounded that way, I said sarcastically, "Uh, YEAH." Usually I would say, "Oh, no! It was fine!" But that was my neighbor she was rude to, and I happen to like my neighbors. Also, she has had this no-nonsense, in-your-face attitude lately. She told me about getting up in her church and telling off the whole congregation, and she is always in the middle of some crazy confrontational situation. Like I said, I love her. But wow, I wish she would unass. She tells me about it all word for word later, and I want to know about it, sure, but after so many stories, I begin to get a pounding headache.
Now the raccoon is about to die. It's a wild animal, and a baby, and it's been through a lot of stress it just couldn't handle. It's chances weren't good to begin with. Sommer is already saying to Mom, "I knew I should've taken it." As if she could have miraculously saved it. I know Tracy did everything possible for it. It had just been through too much.
In good family news, my daughter kicked butt at soccer tonight, and my nephew got the Student of the Month pendant at Tae-kwon-do (sp? too lazy to check). I love going to his practice. His teacher isn't hot, but there is something incredibly sexy about how good he is at fighting. =D
I had this guy looking at me and smiling a very nice smile today. Part of me wanted to talk to him, but he was wearing a Hooters shirt. What woman wants to look back 40 years from now and remember that the first time she met her husband he was wearing a Hooters shirt?
EW!
Really good day today, I suppose. Issues with the school, the neighbors and their sick raccoon baby, finding a job, etc., but I felt relaxed all day. I think tomorrow, I may spend the day getting my pool ready for summer time. I want to swim, and there have already been a couple of days warm enough for it.
Sommer has been pretty anal lately. I love her very much. No one could ask for a better friend, so I feel guilty about complaining, but she gets so intense sometimes. The neighbors accidentally trapped a raccoon in a humane trap (they were trying to catch the squirrels that are destroying everyone's homes). For some reason, they took it to a park somewhere else to let it go. A few days later, raccoon babies showed up in the yard, and it was too late to find the mother again. So the neighbors are taking good care of them.
But they realized that there was one still up in the nest (they had figured out where the family had lived). It had been up there probably 8 days at that point, and I called Sommer to get her brother to climb up and get it. He did, but at that point it was half dead and flies had laid eggs on the poor thing. Sommer has dealt with that before (in fact, she saved my own dog Katey when she was a puppy, and she had had them all over her too). So when we saw the baby's condition, she told the neighbor man, Wayne, that the eggs would have to come off. She said, "It takes a lot of work. They HAVE to come off, or the raccoon will die. Are you going to do that?" As if she would not hand it over if he said no, and as if he would SAY no. Ok, so he did say no, but he was saying that because his wife is a nurse and she would do it.
Anyway, Sommer came across as very rude, and when she asked me on the phone later if she had sounded that way, I said sarcastically, "Uh, YEAH." Usually I would say, "Oh, no! It was fine!" But that was my neighbor she was rude to, and I happen to like my neighbors. Also, she has had this no-nonsense, in-your-face attitude lately. She told me about getting up in her church and telling off the whole congregation, and she is always in the middle of some crazy confrontational situation. Like I said, I love her. But wow, I wish she would unass. She tells me about it all word for word later, and I want to know about it, sure, but after so many stories, I begin to get a pounding headache.
Now the raccoon is about to die. It's a wild animal, and a baby, and it's been through a lot of stress it just couldn't handle. It's chances weren't good to begin with. Sommer is already saying to Mom, "I knew I should've taken it." As if she could have miraculously saved it. I know Tracy did everything possible for it. It had just been through too much.
In good family news, my daughter kicked butt at soccer tonight, and my nephew got the Student of the Month pendant at Tae-kwon-do (sp? too lazy to check). I love going to his practice. His teacher isn't hot, but there is something incredibly sexy about how good he is at fighting. =D
I had this guy looking at me and smiling a very nice smile today. Part of me wanted to talk to him, but he was wearing a Hooters shirt. What woman wants to look back 40 years from now and remember that the first time she met her husband he was wearing a Hooters shirt?