Sorry for yesterday... I'm much better now

Dude, I was a bitch yesterday. I rode the B&M Railroad all the way to its end. Wah wah wah, can you hear the whistle a'blowin'? Luckily, after a good spouting to Doug and the rant I wrote here, the sky cleared up (did God hear me bitchin'?) and we went out for a long geocache hike on some crazy twisty trails in the Boxford State Forest, and the dogs got a good swim in the Quarry out there in North Andover, where we took Jack for his first swim once he was healed after we ran him over. For those unaware of that story, I'll share it. Flashback (hopefully you can do the Wayne's World time travel noise and hand motion) to late April 2003. We got into our pick up truck with our two dogs and we went to take them swimming at a neighboring town's watering hole. We had leashed them in the back rather than just letting them ride back there. I knew Kinger would ride safe, but Jack had never experienced this before. So, we leashed them to the truck bed through the loops provided by Dodge. Jack, being a little wee young puppy, managed to weasel his head out of the collar and leash. I saw him in the side view mirror from my vanage point in the front passenger's seat. He put his paws on the side of the truck bed, and the doggie tongue and ears were a-flapping. Doug had been going about 30. I screamed to him to slow down and stop, that Jack was going to ... Yeah. Jump. And he did, as Doug had slowed to about 10 miles an hour and went around a corner. When the truck came to a complete stop, I jumped out to find Jack pinned by his front two legs under the back passenger's side tire, trying to twist and move. I yelled to Doug to back up about a foot. While Doug backed up, I went to grab Jack and he bit me on the hand, baring down hard and looking me in the eyes, he was totally freaked out and terrified. I didn't pull my hand away, I let him bite and hold, as I grabbed the back of his head and held on to him. We scooped him up (while I had a screaming fight with a woman who came out of her house to see what was wrong, that I'll save for another day) and jumped into the truck. It was terrifying. The kids were screaming, Kinger was freaking out in the back of the truck (still leashed) It was a Sunday, so our vet's office was closed. We rushed to the regional animal hospital. Jack stayed overnight, had a bunch of wounds that were pretty scary, and suffered some neurological damage to his front shoulder. The vet said that his injury most likely would never heal. The nerve damage was extensive, and there was nothing that could fix it other than physical therapy after his open cuts healed. And hope for the best. We nursed the cuts. He could walk, but he'd take a step with his front left leg and then go to place the right front and fall flat on his face. He was so pathetic, so sad. But he was so determined. He healed up nicely, and we were able to take him swimming a few weeks after the event, and he swam like a fiend. In this quarry. The swimming was good for him. And good for me. I felt so much joy in seeing him go at it again. And for those who know Jackie, it is like nothing ever happened to him that day at all. He's fine. He's wonderful. He's amazing. That's our story. So yesterday, going back for the first time in a long time to a place where I had good feelings of joy and relief... made me feel a lot better. That and a good dose of sunshine, and finding a difficult geocache. All told, combine that with the Simpsons, Family Guy and a vodka tonic and the evening turned out just fine. 

Meme of the morning is stolen from Tess, who stole from Amy... 1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: Spaz Salem (Name of first pet / Street where you live) 2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: Ring Ding William (Name of your favorite snack food / Grandfather’s first name) 3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: Paper Tap (First word you see on your left / Favorite restaurant) 4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: Tarragon Niagara Falls (Favorite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot) 5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: Cliffy Huntington (Silliest Childhood Nickname / Town Where You First Partied) 6. “FLY GIRL/BOY” ALIAS: C-Gei (First Initial / First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name) 7. ICON ALIAS: Candy Dishsoap (Something Sweet Within Sight / Any Liquid in Your Kitchen) 8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: Puppy Huntington (Favorite Baby Animal / Where You Went to High School) 9. BARFLY ALIAS: Pepperoni Gin and Tonic (Last Snack Food You Ate / Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink) 10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: Louise Main (Middle Name / Street Where You First Lived) 11. ROCK STAR ALIAS: Peanut Butter Cup Page (Favorite Candy / Last Name Of Favorite Musician) 12. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: Chgei WhHun ( First 2 letters of your first name and the first 3 Letters from your last name makes your first name. Take the first 2 letters of your mother’s maiden name and the first 3 letters of the city you were born in for your last name) My Star Wars Name doesn't work too well. I like My bar fly alias. Nice! Pepperoni Gin and Tonic. Enough to make one gag. And.. Candy Dishsoap is genius. So. Thanks to Tess for turning me on to this one. It made me laugh. Well, I started this entry last night, wrote some this morning, and now am home from work and Doug is grilling and I'm chilling. C read my entry the other day and suggested I hire someone to come clean the house. Now that I'm making more money, that's indeed an option. But I'd have to clean the mess that this place is FIRST before someone could come in and clean it. Seriously. Some lady couldn't just come in here and clean this place, she would not know what the hell to do with 98 percent of this crap. I don't even know what to do with 98 percent of this crap. So I'm mentally working on this, and hoping that this spring/summer brings some peace to my desperately trying to be neater soul. Until then, God must send his angels to protect the next person who drops trash in the sink or who leaves candy wrappers in the middle of the damn living room floor. May he hear my prayer.