So Anna R & Nater are usually the only ones that are exposed to my complete randomness... but here goes nothing...
1) I saw a guy this morning riding his bike with dreadlocks that were past his buttocks... I'm not sure why dreadlocks give me the heebie jeebies... but they do!! And hair past your buttocks gives me the heebie jeebies too... Nothing like standing in the shower with your hair in your crack to make you feel clean... so, he gave me double heebie jeebies...
2) And just to prove how random my brain works, here's a multi-random thought... This morning I surfed by myself. I went to my favorite surf spot and I paddled out. As I was paddling out, I was mentally preparing myself for the 'what if' scenerios... What if I see a seal? what am I going to do... Random thought part 2a... so, every time I tell people that I surf, someone inevitably says, "oh, did you hear about the shark sighting at such-a-such place?" To them, I usually want to look at them as bold face as I can and say, "Oh, did you hear a child molester moved into your neighborhood?"... b/c to me, they are very similar... please, if someone tells you that they surf, leave the shark stories for discovery channel! Back to my seal... so if I see a seal and I haven't paddled completely out, I'm just gonna turn back around, grab the dogs and have some fun on the beach... if I see a seal and I have surfed a few waves, I might stay around and surf some more... or I'll just high-tail to the beach and get out of the water... So, I caught a few waves and paddled back to my spot, I look around... oh, and here comes mr. happy seal... bobbing up and down... all happy like... What to do? what to do?... The waves were pretty dang fun, so I stayed out and got another one, but every time I looked at my feet, I heard the jaws music... and now... I have heart burn!! GREAT!!!
3) After surfing in the mornings, I put my pj's back on, go to work, and take a shower at work. Today was no different. I leave my toiletries in my little locker at my cube so I have to go to the third floor to my cube before I go to the second floor to take my shower. I walked onto the third floor and was pretty happy to see that no one was at work yet. I was seriously hoping that I wouldn't have to talk work before I took my shower. I grabbed my toiletries, grabbed my back pack, turned around... and wa la... there was someone standing there. He chuckled at me, which immediately turned my smile upside down, and then proceeded to just talk at me. I wanted to stop him SO bad and say, "dude, I'm wearing my pjs, can this wait?" For this guy, yes, I would've called him dude. But he didn't let me talk until he was done with his diatribe. So, I'm standing there a good few minutes in my pjs at work. And of course, it was something he could've emailed me about and has to email me anyways... so to mr. dude, I say... Please, it was 7:30am... Next time, it most definitely can wait!!!!
4) I just was conversing with Anna R and I made a comment about someone's outfit. She was like, 'uhm, excuse me. look at where she is from?'. I then said, "Anna dear, I am from Illinois. Should I wear overalls everyday?".... Sometimes, I crack myself up!!! :-D
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Wanted: A friend ....
Wanted: A friend that's a girl that likes to mountain bike who lives in the seacoast and who's partner likes to mountain bike and can keep up with Nate. I'll take that back... It doesn't necessarily need to be a girl... Just someone who will mountain bike with me that I can keep up with and won't take me on uber hard trails!!! And if we do end up on an uber hard trail b/c inevitably if Nate's leading, we'll take the hard way, someone that can make me laugh before I throw my expensive bike in the woods, kick it a few times and nearly scream, "I WILL NEVER MOUNTAIN BIKE WITH YOU AGAIN!!!"... I didn't yell it, but I sure wanted to!! Yes, I did throw my mountain bike in the woods... It only weighs 29 pounds, it was pretty easy! I didn't kick it, but I kicked a few rocks that were on my way off the trail as I stormed away from the trail... And I never did yell at Nate, but he sure did apologize 500 times for taking me on the most technical trail that I've ever been on!!! After about 30 minutes of riding in the car after the disasterious mountain bike ride, he was like, "yeah, that trail was really fun for me"... Don't make me pull over and drop you off, buddy!!!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
The Curse of Mt. A
The curse continues for us at Mt. A. Earlier this summer, while mountain biking there, Nate threw out his back and was laid up for over a week. It was not one of those pleasant adventures. And last night, we got another not-so-pleasant adventures... But let me step back...
On Saturday, while playing in the field across the street from our house, I saw Scout take off over the hill towards the chicken pen. I grabbed Oakley, told the boys to hold on tight, grabbed the bike and took off after Scout. When I got to the chicken pen, I saw that Scout has somehow evaded the electric fence around the chickens and was in the pen with the chickens. I turned off the electric fence, jumped in the pen, and grabbed Scout only to see a dead chicken near Scout. I picked him up and got him out of the pen and turned the fence on. I dragged him back to our house and put him in his kennel where he spent most of his day. I had to go tell the farmers that Scout had killed a chicken and I felt TERRIBLE!! I promised that we would do whatever we could to keep him from killing another and offered to pay them!!
Scout is one tough little $hit!!!! My friend said, "Here is a horse tranq. It'll make him sleep. This is all we should need". So he gives Scout the horse tranq. Scout starts to slow down and eventually lays down. The vet started pulling the quills out of his neck and around his head. He then goes to pull one out of Scout's lip and Scout springs back to life and nearly bit his hand. So my friend goes back into his medicine room and pulls out something a bit stronger. This drug kinda paralyzes Scout. At least that's what it seemed like to me. Scouts eyes were huge and bugging out but he couldn't do anything. So the vet pulls out the quills around his lips and his nose. He then starts to work on the quills that are in his mouth and Scout bugs out again. The vet gives him another shot, and as the vet is working on the quills in Scout's mouth, Scout's tongue is going nuts and Scout is hissing and trying with all his might to pull out of the way. Granted Scout was on something and was paralyzed and couldn't really move, but he was trying!! So, next step, Scout is put out. The vet gassed Scout and still, Scout put up a fight! The vet would think he was out, and would try to put the breathing tube in. Scout would start whining and hissing... more gas for Scout... try again... more gas for Scout... I had to walk away from all this because I couldn't stand it. Scout's whining was sooo sad. Eventually, they were able to get a breathing tube in and he was knocked out completely. The vet was then able to clean out the remaining quills from his mouth. I wish I would've gotten a good picture of where some of these were, but I'll do my best to describe it... One was through his gum by his front teeth on the roof of his mouth. It started at his teeth and came out near his lip. Another was under his tongue and was completely in the base of his mouth. At one point, I heard Nate say, "Scalpel". Yes, Nate was very happy to help!! It took about an hour and a half but all of the quills were successfully removed.
Once it was done, we had to wait until the anesthesia wore off. As he woke up, he peed on himself twice, he threw up, he walked around like a drunken sailor. He was a mess... and all we said to him was, "Karma's a bi-atch, Scout. Karma's a bi-atch!".
On Saturday, while playing in the field across the street from our house, I saw Scout take off over the hill towards the chicken pen. I grabbed Oakley, told the boys to hold on tight, grabbed the bike and took off after Scout. When I got to the chicken pen, I saw that Scout has somehow evaded the electric fence around the chickens and was in the pen with the chickens. I turned off the electric fence, jumped in the pen, and grabbed Scout only to see a dead chicken near Scout. I picked him up and got him out of the pen and turned the fence on. I dragged him back to our house and put him in his kennel where he spent most of his day. I had to go tell the farmers that Scout had killed a chicken and I felt TERRIBLE!! I promised that we would do whatever we could to keep him from killing another and offered to pay them!!
So... karma has a way of creeping it's head back in and sure enough, Scout got a karma-slap to his mug!!! Last night, we went to Mt. A to ride around. We were doing great. Flying through the trails, laughing, having a great time. Nate saw Scout turn and buzz away from the trail. Then Nate heard Scout yelp. I was out in front so when I heard Nate yell for Scout, I stopped. Eventually, Nate and Scout came up the trail and Nate was like, 'oh $hit'. I looked at Scout and he had a beard of quills from a porcupine. The dumb dog went mouth first for a porcupine and got it in return. We spent a few minutes trying to pull out as many as we could, but as it was getting dark, decided it was not the time or place to keep working on it. We headed back to the car. Scout would fly up in front of us, scrape at his face until we caught up, and then would fly in front again. Part of it was very comical and part of it just sucked. We finally got back to the car, loaded up the dogs and the bikes and headed home. On the way home, I called an emergency vet and they said we could try pulling them out ourselves, but it might require Scout to be put out so if we can't get it done, to bring him and they'd take care of it. We got home, pulled out the pliers and tried pulling them out. Nate got one out between Scout's toes. Then he tried to take another one out around Scout's lips and Scout almost bit him. We decided it was officially time to take him to a vet. One of my friends from swimming in New England is a vet... He's a great friend to have!! I called him and asked him if he would be able to take care of Scout. He said, yes and meet him at the clinic. So, off we went.
Scout is one tough little $hit!!!! My friend said, "Here is a horse tranq. It'll make him sleep. This is all we should need". So he gives Scout the horse tranq. Scout starts to slow down and eventually lays down. The vet started pulling the quills out of his neck and around his head. He then goes to pull one out of Scout's lip and Scout springs back to life and nearly bit his hand. So my friend goes back into his medicine room and pulls out something a bit stronger. This drug kinda paralyzes Scout. At least that's what it seemed like to me. Scouts eyes were huge and bugging out but he couldn't do anything. So the vet pulls out the quills around his lips and his nose. He then starts to work on the quills that are in his mouth and Scout bugs out again. The vet gives him another shot, and as the vet is working on the quills in Scout's mouth, Scout's tongue is going nuts and Scout is hissing and trying with all his might to pull out of the way. Granted Scout was on something and was paralyzed and couldn't really move, but he was trying!! So, next step, Scout is put out. The vet gassed Scout and still, Scout put up a fight! The vet would think he was out, and would try to put the breathing tube in. Scout would start whining and hissing... more gas for Scout... try again... more gas for Scout... I had to walk away from all this because I couldn't stand it. Scout's whining was sooo sad. Eventually, they were able to get a breathing tube in and he was knocked out completely. The vet was then able to clean out the remaining quills from his mouth. I wish I would've gotten a good picture of where some of these were, but I'll do my best to describe it... One was through his gum by his front teeth on the roof of his mouth. It started at his teeth and came out near his lip. Another was under his tongue and was completely in the base of his mouth. At one point, I heard Nate say, "Scalpel". Yes, Nate was very happy to help!! It took about an hour and a half but all of the quills were successfully removed.
Once it was done, we had to wait until the anesthesia wore off. As he woke up, he peed on himself twice, he threw up, he walked around like a drunken sailor. He was a mess... and all we said to him was, "Karma's a bi-atch, Scout. Karma's a bi-atch!".
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