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A Rough Weekend

This weekend was a bit rough. Sandy, our female dog, is experiencing chronic kidney failure.

She's always been more prone to vomiting than Tony, our male dog. The last couple of weeks or so, she's been vomiting a bit more regularly and has on occasion been refusing to eat at all. This last Thursday, she refused to eat the entire day and was even vomiting up any water she drank. She'd become increasingly lethargic as well. Friday was more of the same so, after talking to Beth, we made an emergency appointment with the vet. Saturday was the soonest that they could squeeze us in.

First Timers At The Range

Note: In reading through this, I realized that pictures would greatly help in some portions. When I can find the time, I'll add visual aids.

How did all of you celebrate the Fourth?

I spent the long weekend going to Chicago to celebrate my mother's and brother-in-law's birthdays; going to a "Redneck Party"; hanging out on Shemagne's veranda; and spending Sunday morning/afternoon going over gun-safety and putting holes in paper at the Range with Ruth, Kathy, Shemagne, and Beth. Beth has, of course, been shooting before, but for the other three, it was their first time.


I stumbled across this series of pics on www.XDTalk.com and it made me giggle.


'Cause I'm still juvenile like that.

"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard!"

I wrote up this story today for a guy who was just put on new meds and has to give up alcohol. I realized that I've written up a blog entry for my humiliating Ireland moment, but haven't written up my funniest Ireland moment.

Here it is:

I don't drink alcohol and haven't since I was sixteen (well over twice that now). My friends all drink socially and it's never been a problem for me. In fact, in college it was actually a boon. The main reason I had friends was 'cause I didn't drink.

A Great Meal At Guanajuato... Or Pugs Is A Dumb-Ass!

Today my wife, Beth, graduated from Grad School with a Master of Science in Student Personnel Administration. That may become a seperate blog entry (Hank Aaron received an honorary degree and was a speaker at the ceremony!). This blog entry is all about me! Why, 'cause I'm selfish that way! Or, mebbe I'm just stupid that way.

Anyhow. Last night, we went out with friends for a drink at Sugar Maple, a fantastic smoke-free bar in Bay View. Not only were we going out to celebrate Beth's imminent graduation, but we were also celebrating the Supreme Court of California's ruling that the ban on gay marriages violated the state's constitution as well as the fact that Ruth and Kathy are celebrating their thirteenth anniversary this Monday. Lot's to celebrate and good friends to celebrate with!

Gay Marriage And The California Supreme Court (a.k.a.: A Republic vs. A Democracy... The Sequel)

Today, the California Supreme Court did the right thing and ruled against the ban on same-sex marriage. They often go against the Constitution of the United States on the left coast so I'm incredibly please that they came down on the Constitutional side of this one.

One of the web forums that I belong to is a gun forum. Given the general demographic of gun-owners, the tone is often very conservative. For the most part, I'm good with that. I fall on the conservative side of the coin on many issues. I fall on the Constitutional side of the coin on every issue, though. I sometimes joke that as an atheist, The Constitution of the United States is my holy scripture.

Chess and Photography

On Sunday, Beth and I ran down to Evanston to celebrate my Big Brother's sixtieth birthday. I have an actual sibling type of big brother, but this particular Big Brother is my Big Brother from the Big Brothers Big Sisters Organization.

The party was a surprise for George and his wife had stated that gifts were not necessary, but gag gifts and funny cards would be appreciated.

On My Crabbiness And Temper

I'm crabby.

I've no idea why, but I'm cranky, ornery, irritable, and my short fuse is shorter than normal. I've also got the shits, but that may not be related.

Pity Beth and the dogs for having to put up with me. Sandy and Beth have both been snapped at unnecessarily. Tony seems to be avoiding me and Ophelia's safe inside her terrarium into which my wrath doesn't extend. Beth being no dummy didi-mao-ed it over to her sister's place after I got snippy when she asked why I wasn't going to Bobby's bachelor party. Sandy, hasn't learned that all of her neurotic whining, barking, panting, licking, and pacing seriously wears at me on a good day and only serves to focus my ire when I'm as pissy as I've been today.

American Idol Season 7 - My Thoughts So Far

Last season, the audition episodes focused on the train-wrecks. The horribles and crazies were highlighted with the truly good auditions barely given passing moment. For an episode or two it was amusing. Past that, it quickly became trite and then annoying and then positively aggravating and almost turned me off for the season.

Don't get me wrong. I'm human and my morbid curiousity is peaked by the freaks of the world as much as anyone else. I'll sit and watch someone horridly self-destruct on national TV in absolute amusement. I'll sit and judge in the smug superiority shared by all armchair experts. I'll deride the self-indulgent and the mentally ill and the deluded individuals who taint their few minutes of fame with tirades and tantrums.

On Patterns And Structure

So, it's been a while since my last blog entry. Life has fallen into a routine of get up, shower, go to work, come home, eat, watch TV, sleep, rinse, repeat if not the weekend. Those who know me, know that I'm prone to routine. I like order, structure, and predictability. Beth says it's a control thing; I say it's not. Beth's generally right about things like this.

Control issues or no, it's how I live my life. I develop patterns and processes to keep things flowing properly. It's why I'm competent at my job; IT Project Management is about setting good processes early to minimize surprises later. It's how I deal with my incredibly strong 'NP' tendencies, my absentmindedness, and my fried memory, which conspire to cause me to lose life's little details.

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