MIA

I know, I know... I rarely come around. I have to stop making a habit of that. I've just been so busy... so here goes a quick update on my life.

I have been making myself sick with stress for the past few weeks. Work is rampant, I have to work with my boss on Monday and Tuesday which is basically an evaluation. Yes, a 48hr evaluation. I get SO nervous the day before even though my boss is a pretty cool guy. They're sending me away in a week for training for a new drug coming out... which always blows. I don't like leaving my babies. (Keith and my dog... no, no skin babies- not anytime soon, lol)

The wedding planning is coming along. All of the major stuff is pretty much booked except for the invitations and the limos. I know who we're using for those, but I just haven't finalized it yet. It's just the $$$ part that is Oh-So-Stressful.

Then for the living arrangements. Well, we've decided that we're not moving to Long Island yet. Instead we're going to (finally) move into the house we own. Most of you probably know that whole setup, but I think we've "paid our dues" long enough and now it's time for us to live our own life without ties. I was pretty stressed about this too... but now I'm actually getting excited. I was sorta bummed about not being able to call myself a Brooklynite anymore. Granted, I don't want to stay here forever,... not unless the good neighborhood lines expanded significantly and there were more public/private school options I would consider. Plus, I've always wanted a BIG backyard for Maximus... but instead we'll settle for a big house, little yard, in the most pet friendly city in the world!

Aside from that, my sister is pregnant... so I'm psyched about that! 3 1/2 months! Pretty soon we'll know the sex and I can start getting prezzies for the little one! :) WOOT!

I'll try to keep up on here more often, I really miss all of you guys (both on here and the forums)

xoxo

BTW- do you love my Chuck Norris pic? *L*

***Action Required***

Alright people... I need you to answer this question.

Let's say you were the maid of honor in your cousin's wedding. You've become "not a fan" of your cousin for a LONG grueling list of reasons that would make your jaws drop, but you came to the conclusion that you would do the right thing and help make her day special. After all, you don't hate her (though most people would for the things she's done), you just don't want her to be an important part of your life anymore due to deviousness, backstabbing, blatant disrespect and extreme selfishness.

Even better, unlike the tradition of the mother paying for the bridal shower, the mother wants you and your sister to pay for it... for no reason other than cheapness. So fine, you figure that once it's all over you will be able to "bow out" of the relationship. No fights, no hard feelings, just avoidance.

Now you get a call from your sister, the matron of honor saying that said cousin booked a bachelorette party for herself with her fiancee. "He's handling it all" in planning, but they expect you to pay in part for the bachelorette party... but they planned it in another state, in a hotel, overnight. The best part is that they didn't even check the date with you or call you about it, and you believe you have a very important previous engagement that day.

Would you go?

I now vow to give up getting involved on topics relating to...

Copied and pasted from the I Heart Paws forums...

DOGS!!!!!!!

That's right. That's my new years resolution. When people ask me... don't get involved, remove myself from the conversation. I am too emotionally invested in the topic to be able to walk away satisfied with the average person.

Firstly, while sitting at dinner with my family tonight we were talking about urban areas vs. suburban and middle american areas. How you get lowlives regardless of where you go, just in various concentration. So my uncle mentioned something about the lowlives being the ones who dog fight... and I agreed. I didn't even get into the topic... nobody did when he volunteered the information "But I do believe there are some breeds of dogs that are inherantly -" when I cut him off and said "Please don't say it... just don't talk to me about that please." He continued to say "But I have friends with kids and they raised the dogs nice and the dogs still bit the kids"... and I said "Well then you don't understand the genetics of dogs". My sister jumped up from the table and went inside and we just changed topic... but even though he didn't SAY what I feel he was going to say, I was still bothered. I think he was offended by what I said... but it's better than getting me upset and us fighting about it... IMO at least. (ETA- he was talking about Rottweilers... pulled my sister aside to ask why I cared because he knows Pitties are awesome with kids... but I'm against all breed stereotyping, so I would care anyway!!)

To make it even better, my cousin who I worked with for a long time (you've heard my rants in the past about her), and knows EVERYTHING about puppy mills, BYB's etc from my sister and I is marrying a guy who manages a pet store for his friend that sells puppies and kittens. She decided she wants a "sausage dog" (doesn't even know the breed name)... so my sister brought up the many genetic problems that these dogs have, how they cannot walk up and down stairs, etc etc. She wasn't aware of any of it and replied "Well then we'll build a ramp on our stairs or something" ... well gee... I hope you make it out of velcro and put it on the dogs feet too because I've never met a dog with normal sized legs that could run up a steep enough slope as a flight of stairs!! (hence the reason they are stairs and not just a ramp!)

Regardless, she pulls my sister aside and whispers "Listen, don't tell anyone (meaning me probably) but my fiancee can get a good deal through his pet store and he says they're from breeders in Delaware, not puppy mills... so we're going to do that". So my sister started telling her how it's not true that the dogs are from reputable breeders when my cousin snarkily said "Well, where'd you get Milo from?"... and she explained that she was young (7 years ago!) and it was a huge mistake because she was uneducated about the topic, and that's why she rescued when she decided to get a second dog. So my cousin rolled her eyes... and wherever the convo went, it went. Of course my sister told me this after they left to avoid me "Ka-booming". I felt like there was a fire in my stomach. Of ALL people SHE should know better... but the problem is that she's a whimp with an a$$hole fiancee and let's him brainwash her into his stupidity.

So... as we were driving home Keith and I had a long talk about it... and how it gets me SO upset. We came to the conclusion that from this point on, I just can't preach to people anymore, they aren't worth my breath. I will live my life by example... I have no choice. If someone is going to ask me training advice, advice on how to obtain a dog, what breed to get, yadda yadda... and then just go do what they want anyway... only to hurt ME, why do they deserve to pick my brain in the first place????

So I've decided that I will only be talking about dog related issues on these forums from now on. This is "my part". Other people just don't deserve my knowledge... I've been burned one to many times and emotionally don't have thick enough skin to take it anymore.

I just know that if my cousin does get a puppy from a pet store... I'll look at her even worse than I ever have in my life and it will most likely make me distance myself from her from everything except for "as needed" situations. The worst part is that I'm her maid of honor for her wedding.

So now... I didn't want to carry on much on the forums, but on a blog it's different. Blogs are for carrying on.

So in one night I had my aunt tell me about her friend with two BYB labs who failed to get them altered and now have 5 lab puppies that she's going to "give" away. Thankfully my aunt told her off in a tough love kind of way... good for her!!! Then the uncle comment, then my cousin and then to top off the fucking night...

My BIL's brother (who I guess is my BIL too) is/was engaged to a woman. Long story but they are on a "break" and he's living with his other brother until he knows what is going on with them. They adopted a dog from the city Animal Care & Control about a year ago. She's a cat person, he's a dog person. He's been out of their apartment for not even a week when I get this email from my websites contact form:

Subject: giving my dog up for adoption
Question/Comment: Hi, this is for *my name*, we are related. I need to give *dogs name* up for adoption and I know she knows where to place him. Please have her contact me as soon as possible. Thank you.

She doesn't know that I know they're on a "break"... so immediately I call my BIL to let him know that she's trying to get rid of his dog behind his back. What is wrong with people? I feel like everyday dealing with people makes me die a little inside... it breaks me down, breaks my spirit and makes me lose hope in the human race, in the obviously cruel world that we live in. I always prided myself on being able to look at the good in the world... but when there is so much bad I find it so hard to do.

Can I say "they won"? Because I'm broken... I'm beside myself at how people are willing to make the wrong decision while knowing the right one. And my biggest question of all is: Why is doing the right thing, taking the high road always the hardest road? Why is the wrong decision always the easier thing to do?

Messin' me up!

I wake up late because we had a poker game run until late at our house yesterday... post on blogspot... open the freezer to remove a tupperware of food for thawing since I hate to microwave Maximus' food. I realize that there are only two tupperwares left, and whatever is in the fridge (enough for two servings- and he eats about 5 times a day). So of course this means one tupperware is enough for a day and he'll need more food ON Christmas day. I won't really have time to cook tomorrow OR Christmas day, so I figured I'd go buy a salmon at some point to make the food last until Wednesday.

So I say to Keith "Oh frik!" and explain the situation. He responds "What's wrong with tomorrow?" and I reply "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve" he laughs and says "No it's not, Christmas Eve is Tuesday!". I immediately believe him and run to computer to avoid making myself look stupid and change my previos blog post from "tomorrow" to "tuesday" in regards to when Christmas Eve is. Whew... close one.

So I continue doing the tasks I need to do and as I'm on the computer I run my mouse past the time and it flashes the date. Thanks Bill! :)

I notice it says December 23rd!! WTF!?!?! Christmas Eve IS tomorrow! So I speed back here to, again, avoid making myself look like an idiot *S* and change "Tuesday" back to "tomorrow".

Point being... don't EVER believe a man.

Christmas is coming...

So it's Christmas Eve tomorrow. It'll be fun, but we won't be with Maximus for a lot of the dat... and that makes me feel bad. Right now I still feel so in limbo that we don't quite enjoy the holidays like we should.

It reminds me a part from a movie I saw called "Garden State" with Zach Braff and Natlie Portman.

Andrew Largeman (Zach Braff): You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.


Sam (Natalie Portman): I still feel at home in my house.


Andrew Largeman (Zach Braff): You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day... one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this right of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

I guess this is exactly why. I mean, my family life was in disarray for quite a while with my parents moving to Florida when I was still in school. Now, even though they are back, our lives are settled and we'll be moving closer to them soon I still feel like where we are now is "For the time being" so why bother decorating? You know? Especially for the holidays.

I'm one of those people who takes a lot of pride in what I put into stuff. Especially a house. So I know once we get a house I'll probably find joy in decorating and having family over etc... it's just that right now I sort of feel like it's not worth the effort. We're in too small of a place, it's temporary... I'll wait 'til next Christmas. Is that wrong?

I'm just waiting to create the "new idea" of it for myself. You know?

I guess if I had my own house that I grew up in to return to on the holidays it would feel like Christmas... but I don't. :( But as much as I wish I do, it's a house... I need to get over it *L*

Oh, I forgot you can't touch me!

I don't want to turn my blog into a racial, cultural or religious storm... but I had something laughable happen to me today.

Sure, I think it's weird... but I do understand the differences in various cultures, and I respect that (even if I think it's strange).

Today I was talking to a doctor who is an Orthodox Jew. He's a really awesome doctor, and I often go to talk to him for my job. I always chat with his wife, and the office manager as well.

He's really been very welcoming and polite to me.

As I was getting ready to leave I thanked him for helping to make my first 1/2 year in the field at my job more pleasent... and that's when I put out my hand. Force of habit I guess.

He might have well jumped back in shrieked by the way he looked at me and said "Sorry". That's when I said "Oh yeah, I forgot... sorry... have a happy new year" and ran out mortified. He wasn't allowed to touch me. It's religious thing... or maybe he's lying about his religion and he thinks I have cooties!

I really don't know the exact reason, I think it's that an Orthodox Jewish man cannot touch a non-jewish woman... but I could be totally ignorant here. If anyone can find out for me... I'm really curious.

Generally, I don't put out my hand for doctors... because I see doctors of many races, cultures and religions... so I dont' want to offend anyone. I just forgot today and stuck out my hand out of habit.

I'm a WOP, Nazi, Red Skin, Sawney, Polack

Offended? LOL... it's true... and I think as the PC-ness goes... I'm allowed to say so, because I am??? Stupid, but true.

I'm a WOP for sure... 50% Italian to be exact. Though I was raised in a very Italian area, around my Italian family far more than my father's side... who are many nationalities, but mostly Jewish in religion in culture. Just call me a pizza bagel :)

I'm also part german, scottish, polish and Native American... so I guess I'm a heinz 57. Above everything though, I'm American... and proud of it!

It's just weird to me how I was brought up with the traditions of so many different cultures along with the American ones... it's nice.

Granted, it would be nice if the Italian side of my family could stop being tessatura and make up once in a while.

What is in a background nationality though? How does it define who you are? You're values, your morals and traditions? Is there a time where people just mesh??? I mean, I feel like I'm proud to be who I am... but my nationality doesn't define me... I don't consider myself "Italian" or "German" even being "Catholic" or "Jewish" doesn't define myself to me (though I guess because Judism is a religion, even though much of my fathers family was Jewish... I am technically not)... or any of the things that people throughout history used to define themselves.

To me, I'm surely American... but I'm ME. Maybe it's from living in a melting pot of cultures? Possibly... I guess everyone is different. Sure I love certain traditions and cultures that I experienced throughout life... but I also love other cultures and traditions of people who are different cultures/religions than me! So in the end... I say who cares? We should all just share :)