The Fallacy of Biological Bonds

We've recently experienced a horrid happening here in the Milwaukee area. An infant boy was beaten to death and his two year-old sister has been hospitalized with injuries that speak to months of systematic abuse. The individual charged with the abuse of the children and the murder of the baby boy is their aunt who was legally their foster-mother. I won't relate the horrid story further, but if you want to hurt your heart, you can read the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel article. The litany of the abuse these children suffered is too horrific and painful for me to recount.

UECPC Annual Competition

My friend Tierra and I joined the Urban Ecology Center Photography Club a few months ago. We're both amateur photographers who've recently moved into the digital age and are developing our skills and trying make a go at having photography become a source of income as well as a hobby.

As I've mentioned in a previous blog entry, my "Big Brother" from the Big Brother Big Sister organization gave me my first real camera when I was a teenager and I've been trying to be a "real" photographer ever since.

A Busy Weekend

Reading back through this, I probably should have broken this into several blog entries, but my lunch break is almost over and I'm lazy.

This weekend was a busy one with Beth taking Sandy to the vet, photo-shootus-interruptus, a trip to the range, the UFC and Baby Baier, standing up my favorite stylist, and Beth putting in twelve hours of work on Sunday while I took Rocinante for a ride and forgot to do the laundry.

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.

"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!

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.

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.

A Trip To The Dentist

Why is this interesting? I don't know. Maybe it isn't. I was amused, though, and this is my blog, so I get to do what I want with it; that includes amusing myself.

Or perhaps I find it interesting because I've never had a bad experience with a dental exam, cleaning, or surgery, and yet I still manage to get all jittery (anxious, Beth says) and discomfitted with the idea of being vulnerable. I'm not sure why I feel vulnerable, either. Perhaps it's being laid out in the chair while people poke and prod in my mouth. Perhaps it's not knowing what they're going to diagnose.

Honoring Our Veterans

Last week was a rough week for me. Or at least it was a rough week at work and I brought that emotional baggage home and allowed it to make for a rough week at home as well. You know, difficulties with the client, being backed up on getting docs produced, feeling like the project is a little out of control and trying to figure out how to get it back under control. All these things added up to being cranky and antisocial at home. Beth is a saint for putting up with my moodiness.

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