Monday, June 29, 2009
When ever I think about buying a house (this happens often) and I start looking around and I discover that there is nothing affordable where I want to live (this happens just as often) I buy a lottery ticket. I figure that is going to be the only way I'll ever afford to buy in California. I usually buy from the same liquor store. The dogs and I take a walk and they wait outside (not tied up but on a nice solid down-stay) while I go inside. Then a few days later we'll walk back and we repeat the process, this time with me using the handy, "Did you win?" machine to see if I've won. Sadly, it always tells me, "Sorry, not a winner."
The machine is right next to the clerk. It is almost always the same guy and he makes a comment about how I did not win. It makes me feel, like, well, a looser. It also makes me feel foolish. It makes me feel as if it is ok to buy a lottery ticket, expecting to win (because if you really, truly expected to loose you wouldn't waste your money) but if you have the nerve to check that ticket, you must be delusional because everyone knows that you won't REALLY win.
After I'm told I'm a looser I don't know what to do with the ticket. Should I rip it up and throw it on the ground like my esteemed mother taught me to do at the horse races? The clerk might now like that. Should I meekly put it in the garbage can? Should I burn it while muttering spells over it to help me win next time? Maybe I should feed it to my dog?
I tried that once. But the clerk came to stand outside for some fresh air and caught me playing tug-o-war with my rather large dog and a tiny piece of paper and probably thought up some extra adjectives in addition to looser. When I saw him watching I meekly threw what was left of the ticket away and made my escape. Maybe I'll try the voodoo burning next time.
So if the clerk keeps calling me a looser (or is it the machine?) why do I feel lucky? Well, I couldn't take being a looser at the same store and I just hadn't made it back to check my ticket anyways. It had been a few weeks so when I stopped for a refreshing fountain beverage (it turned out to be a little tasteless) at a gas station I hadn't been to before, I checked my ticket there. I was a $1 winner!!!!!! I applied it to a new ticket. The drawing is on Wednesday, so if I win, I will share the winnings with anyone in my family who has a birthday on that day.
Winning one dollar was much luckier than the lady who was running around moaning that she had lost her keys. She was digging through a display full of ice and sodas because she thought they might have fallen in there because she put her hand in there. Hmmm... Did she put her hand with her keys in there? Or just her hand? She didn't know and I didn't either. I offered her a phone but she declined so I left. Not much I could do to help her.
In addition to winning one dollar, and not loosing my keys in tub of ice at a random gas station, I also feel lucky today because one of my co-workers returned from a week long TDY to state headquarters with the welcome news that our jobs are secure! We are not going to be fired, laid off, let go, given the boot, cast off or culled out in any way. This week. Or next week. As far as state HQ is concerned the State Active Duty program is not changing in the foreseeable future.
With that welcome news, maybe I'll go back to house hunting. I'd better buy a lotto ticket.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
After! No soap used, just the hose.
Now Fancy is ready for the beach and she won't bring half the sand home with her. And she is ready for the lake at Big Bear, and she won't take all day to dry.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Instead of a fun day of fun, I spent the day being lazy. I read some of my book (Mr. Norrell and Jonathan Strange,) brushed Blossom, and did some agility in the backyard. I said I would try agility with Blossom if he "perks up" and he has, so I've been doing little things with him here and there. This is the first time I've set up with the jumps and tunnel and weaves. He has picked up a faster pace on other days, but today seemed to be a trotting day. I attempted to videotape our endeavours. It is hard to film and run a dog who doesn't really have a clue about what is going on. Then the gardeners came and I had to end our session.
Here is a link to the video.
And this is just so cute I had to post it also!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I suppose I will have to take a chance because the dogs want a walk. This time I will remember to leave the porch light off so they do not cluster on the door and keep me out of my own home. UGH!
Update: I was unable to take the walk but I had to go into town to get something to eat and there were no bugs in town. I wonder if they live in the trees? Even though was super careful. one made it into the house. But it wasn't one of the huge beetles. It was a spider/ beetle combo, that flies. It appears to be a beetle, about the size and color of a normal June Bug, but it has huge spider front legs. I squished it with the fly swatter and it left a gigantic splat mark on my wall. I may have to move into town. I won't ever be able to open my door at night.
Monday, June 15, 2009
And some other random pictures from that day. It was close to two years ago...
Pie says the beach is the perfect spot to run and run and run and leave Pie Prints.
Pie gets the ball. Again.
And again. And Fancy has something to say about it.
This picture is my desktop background.
On a clear day such as this was you can see the Channel Islands. Bloom never really cared for the beach. He only went a few times. When I go next time I will take Blossom and see how he likes it. He put his feet in the river this past weekend, so maybe he will enjoy it.
For your consideration: Lamp Number One:
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
But I read it again, using my critical reading skills from my English degree and if the person she spoke to was correct, then who ever wrote the letter did a very poor job of conveying those ideas. The part you signed said "By signing this I want the boot and I want the money." Ok, maybe I shouldn't have put it in quotes, but I'm not going to type out the whole thing. Trust me that it said, "Please fire me."
I did not sign and if I do get involuntarily separated and do not get the money, that will just be extra incentive to leave California in a huff. If I got the money, I might be tempted to stay and try to eek out a living and never be able to afford a house.
In other news, the Ventura County Wild Life ReHabilitator People (not their official name) called and told me a vet I could take the bird to in Thousand Oaks. The vet would fix it up and then they would come get it. When I dropped him off, the vet tech said his leg was broken, and they should be able to help him.
I was completely fed up with how dark my house is so I went to Target and bought three new floor lamps. Two are floor lamps with a reading light and one is three lights on a pole that can be positioned to face different ways. It is brighter, and can no longer be called dark, but I have discovered the best way to light a room is definitely from the top. Anything else leaves dark corners and gives an uneven distribution of light.
The pet psychic said Blossom's previous owners may have lived in an assisted living type of place or maybe an Active Seniors home. She said they were an old couple and the man had lost the use of one side of his body. They were walking and he fell and Blossom ran off, just to be running, then he got lost. He doesn't know why his family never came to the shelter for him but he misses them very much. I wanted to know why he won't eat and apparently my food doesn't smell good. He is used to small pieces of meat cut up and maybe some mashed potatoes. His old lady used to take him to something that appeared to be Bingo Night. Blossom says he is afraid Pie will sit on him. I found that to be a likely occurrence, so I couldn't offer any assurance to that. Blossom says Pie jumps around and bites the air. If Blossom (and the pet psychic) are to be trusted, Blossom doesn't have anything physically hurting him, so therefore he is just bad not to eat my food that doesn't smell good. That last part was my interpretation.
For those who think I am foolish to pay a pet psychic, I say this in my defense: It was not very expensive and don't forget that St. Francis could talk to animals. I'm not saying this lady is a saint or even that I believe the things she told me, but there is a precedence out there.
PS- Blossom says he likes the way "Blossom" sounds - so there to those who say it is a bad name for a boy dog. Although he also says he forgets it is his name sometimes.
Monday, June 8, 2009
I am holding my Certificate of Induction into the Noncommissioned Officer ranks in this picture. From left to right- Mission Support Group Commander, Me, my First Sergeant, and the Wing Command Chief Master Sergeant, with our Chief Master Sergeant in the back ground.
My certificate for finishing the Airman Leadership School via Correspondence.
Afterwards, the entire wing turned out for a promotion party for me.
Actually, this was our wing celebration for working hard and doing well at the ORI (Operational Readiness Inspection.) Look, parents, I have a fruit AND a vegetable! After eating, I watched a horse shoes game (best of three) and a softball game.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Update 2- Regards the letter from last week. Not everybody at work got one. So that was cause for concern. Then we (the other person who got the same letter and I) realized the people who did not get the letter are not applicable to the contents of the letter. Basically, the letter said the state may get rid of some State Active Duty positions, and if that happens and you are involuntarily separated, AND if you have more than 6 years service in SAD, you are eligible for some involuntary separation pay. The people who did not get the letter do not have more than 6 years. Therefore, everyone who the letter pertained to did receive the letter, so I am not worrying about it (too much. Even though the State did just request our payroll documents to see how much they are spending on us.) My boss said he will fight very hard to make sure none of our positions get eliminated and I appreciate that very much. But I'm not sure that he has too much say in the matter.
Update 3- Blossom update. See the following post.
Update 4- Fancy had another foxtail. This one was in her ear. After a walk she kept shaking her head. I looked and looked but couldn't see anything. I flushed her ears out. But she still shook her head randomly. A few days later Blossom was going to go to the vet's for his first appointment, so I took her too. By this time she had given up the head shaking but as discussed earlier, I know how evil foxtails are, and I wasn't taking any chances. The vet used her ear scope and spotted what was either hairs or the end of a foxtail and it turned out to be a foxtail. As I learned from James Herriot books, it is much better to call the vet early and spend a little money on an easy fix, rather than waiting until it gets so bad that you have to pay the vet lots of money, and the animal may end up dying anyway. Thank you Mr. Herriot. Fancy thanks you also.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
When I saw I had to go pick up a certified letter at the post office I knew it wasn't good. The day was already not the best because I had just picked up Bloomie's ashes (they put him in a can) and offered Blossom all kinds of tasty delectable and he only ate two bites. So I was sure a certified letter was bad news. Especially since my amazing powers of observation and reasoning makes it appear I am clairvoyant.
I knew it was going to be from the State (who I work for, just in case you are not a friend or family member and stumbled upon this blog.) Do you remember the scene in The Fifth Element where Corban (Bruce Willis) is buying food or something from the Chinese guy in the flying junk (is that actually how it is spelled?) and the Chinese guy says "You have a letter." and I think they have a discussion about it being bad or good news and the Chinese guy ends up opening it and reading out loud in a really happy voice, "You are fired!" Do you remember that scene? It kept playing over and over in my head as I drove to the post office. I received the letter and saw it was addressed to SrA instead of Ms. so I knew my suspicions were correct. I'm not fired, but it was the letter that was being passed around at work (as I suspected) telling us some State employees will be involuntarily separated due to the budget crisis. I was told not to worry unless I got the letter. So should I be worried now? I'll wait until tomorrow. If I'm the only person in my department to get the letter, THEN I'll be worried. Until then, I have to spend my time worrying about Blossom not eating, and about Canned Bloom.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Hanging out with Craig. He (Blossom) has since been to the groomer and his fur is a little less curly, but not much. As you can see, he is much more grey than he looked in the shelter picture.
On a different dog note, Pie just wandered out of the room and seconds later I heard whining and scratching sounds, and I had to go rescue her from the dog-swallowing bathroom.