Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A time for giving...and human trafficking















It's holiday time, and I asked the little nephew what he was getting me for Christmas.  He hemmed and hawed and got stressed out about all the presents he had to get for people. 

E$:  What do you like?
me:  Bunnies
E$:  Aw man.  That's gonna take me like 3 years before I can get you that present.  A human costs like, a billion dollars!
me:  Wha???  Oh, you thought I said "buddy".  I said BUNNIES, like rabbits.
E$:  OOOOOOH.  MOM! CAN WE GET HER A BUNNY!?!?!?!

I thought it was sweet that he was willing to get me a human buddy.  And that he thought he could make a billion dollars (is that what a human is going for these days?) in 3 years on a six year old's salary.

Merry Christmas!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

CSI: Animal Kingdom


















This is a little late posting, but four months after the devastating loss of Hammy the Hamster, the niece and nephew got two new hamsters, Dumpling and Sizzle (pictured).  They are much smaller and mouse-like compared to the teddybear hamster chunk that was Hammy.

Two months later, the family returned home from dinner to a hamster crime scene:  Sizzle was dead!  No blood, no sign of struggle.  The two had been fighting earlier in the day and had to be separated, but then later they were running tandem on the hamster wheel.

Of course, Maddie blamed herself, and my sister accused Dumpling of murder and was ready to rename him Killer.  But no blood or marks on the body? Did the fat one smother poor little Sizzle to death? Would they continue to live with a murderer in the house?

What we really needed was a hamster CSI team.

Unfortunately, one was not available.  But I did mention it to my go-to animal expert, Zoo Melanie, and she said that occasionally social hamsters can put so much stress on the other that their hearts can't take it and die.  Or, he could have been old or sick and no one knew. That helped console the niece and alleviate her guilt over Sizzle's death.

I think once Dumpling calls it quits they will move on from hamsters. Two hamster deaths within a few months seems a little excessive.  There are only so many potted plants you can bury them in before you have a hamster graveyard in your living room.

R.I.P. Sizzle

Stay Classy, Highland Park Senior High!

I found out that one of the guys I went to high school with was on the 10 o'clock news because he stole an ice cream truck. No lie.

http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_21020649/man-caught-cold-handed-stole-ice-cream-truck?refresh=no

St. Paul man caught cold-handed driving off in stolen ice cream truck

An ice cream truck owner left his van running outside a St. Paul gas station to keep the frozen treats cold in the 100-degree heat when another man hopped in and made a cool getaway.
The owner told police he had converted his 1997 Ford Econoline van into an ice cream truck and was inside the SuperAmerica at 577 Smith Ave. on the Fourth of July holiday Wednesday when witnesses told him a man had driven off in the van, according to a criminal complaint filed Thursday in Ramsey County District Court.

The complaint gives these additional details:
After the owner reported the van stolen, a Mendota Heights police officer stopped the van at Interstate 35E and Minnesota 13.

Joseph Allen Facente, of St. Paul was behind the wheel. He was turned over to St. Paul police officers and told them he had permission to "sell ice cream around the neighborhood."
Asked where he was going, Facente said, "Frogtown -- they love me over there."
He told police he did not steal the van; he had the keys, he said.
He was charged with theft of a motor vehicle.

RIIIIIIIIGHT. The saddest part is, I hear he is a meth addict and so he probably is not so into eating.  What a waste of ice cream!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

DrawSomething, the app that tears families apart

DrawSomething is a game that most people I know with an iPhone or iPad play, including my 68 year old mother and the niece and nephew.  Mom and I have played maybe a handful of times and now she refuses to play with me. I think she actually stopped talking to me for few weeks because of it.  How could such a "fun" game cause this rift? Mom totally started it: 

1. She sends me comments via the app that I "need to be more creative" in my drawings.  Really? It was a drawing of a watch.

2. After that criticism, she sketches this beautiful rodent-like animal. (I apologize for not taking a screenshot of it, instead I can only offer one of the niece's drawings.) There was no combination of letters to spell any kind of creature in the animal kingdom.  I consulted with the girls at happy hour and they were stumped. Well, it turns out it the word was FERRY and Mom just misread it as FERRET.  Fine, English is not her first language, but don't give me shit about my drawings then!

3. She also sends me messages through the app like "6/6 Earthquake in Taiwan. I'm okay." I was glad to hear she was okay, but DrawSomething is really not the proper venue to send messages like that. She has a Gmail account. She has a phone. She has iMessage on her iPad.

Sigh.

So I called her out on all of the above and she got upset and stopped playing with me.  At least she still talks to me...

Saturday, January 07, 2012

Sunday, November 20, 2011

R.I.P. Hammy the Hamster

Hammy the Hamster didn't make it to Thanksgiving. He was deteriorating quickly: not eating a lot, napping after every few steps, and shaking like he had hamster Parkinson's. We were all going away for Thanksgiving and AuntieLyce was going to watch him. Needless to say, she was very nervous Hammy was going to die on her watch.

The week before Thanksgiving Hammy passed quietly in his sleep. It was a sad time for us all and there were tears. He was buried in a pot and a small pine tree was selected to be planted over him.

Rest in peace, Hammy. You will be missed.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Pet Emergency 911!

 

Maddog has had Hammy the Hamster for over 2 years.  He is a good hamster, even if he doesn't care for me that much (which I will never understand since I take him out in the exercise ball and don't run around with him in my fist yelling "HAMMY!!!!" like the kids do.) 

Well, Hammy is getting old--he is over 70 years old in human years.  The average lifespan of a hamster is between 2-4 years.  So basically, he could go in the next 2 minutes or the next 2 years.

Lately, he hasn't been his usual self.  Maddog noticed he had a scratch on his belly.  Her mom contemplated giving him some ground up antibiotics or putting some Neosporin on it.  I suggested she Google that first so as not to kill him with her medical care.  Calculating a dose of Cipro for a hamster can't be that simple.

Today he went to the vet, and it turns out ($245 later) he had multiple open sores on his belly--possibly from mites (and subsequent scratching).  So now poor little Hammy needs to take antibiotic drops, painkiller drops, get his sores cleaned daily, and have ointment put on them twice a day. 

Hopefully this will take care of everything and he will be back to his good old self soon enough.  In the meantime, Maddog has been giving him extra treats because she "wants to make sure he lives a good life" and is happy.

I'll keep you posted on Hammy's well-being!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

(plant) Babies!

















I received this succulent plant years and years ago from my friend Carina.  It was part of a magnet souvenir from a trip she took to the Southwest.  Somehow, the plant never died and instead grew steadily.  However, every few years, after a cycle of being robust and happy, it gets on the verge of dying.  But this little plant is extremely resilient and it eventually bounces back and starts growing babies all over again.  Hurray!

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Images from home

Sweet, sweet Bakers Square French Silk Pie. 
We ate it all. Sometimes for breakfast.

You have to love the ridiculousness of this cake.


Peppermint Bon Bon! 
I think MN is the only place that calls it that.
To everyone else it is mint chip.

Many hours of my childhood were spent here.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

I took a tumble last weekend while pushing my grandma cart full of laundry back home.  The cart hit a rut in the uneven pavement and went flying.  I, in turn, flew after it into the street.

Don't worry, I was fine. Picked myself up and my laundry and trudged back home, disgruntled.  Now, I am very easily bruised--if you look at me too hard a bruise will form. I am also a hyper-pigmenter, so I had a feeling things were going to get UGLY.  And they did.

Funny enough, it happened so fast, I didn't totally remember how I fell. But since my entire upper body is unscathed, I deduced that my lower body took the fall.  I think my legs fell on top of the cart and then I just rolled off.  No bracing myself with hands or arms or head. This seems to be confirmed with the cart grid lines visible through the bruises. It makes me laugh and cry to look at it.

I iced some of the bruises the first day and have been religiously putting arnica ointment on it.  So far, so good! Things are healing along:

Day 3

Day 5


Close up. Note the gridlines from the cart.






















Day 11









Day 21.  Barely any trace of bruise left!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Rooster

Virgin Island wild fowl.

















I recently visited the US Virgin Islands. As expected, it was warm and sunny with beautiful beaches. It was also full of wild chickens and roosters (and donks!).  I was under the impression that roosters only crow in the mornings.  I learned the hard way that I was completely wrong.*

The damn roosters on St. John crow all day. And all night.  The first night they kept me up all night, but eventually I got used to it. And then when I got home, the crackheads on my block kept me up instead. Sigh.

*According to Wikipedia, "Some roosters are especially vociferous, crowing almost constantly, while others only crow a few times a day. These differences are dependent both upon the rooster's breed and individual personality." 

Friday, March 18, 2011

NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!



















It's Girl Scout Cookie time!

I have learned a few things about Girl Scouts and their cookies that I did not know before: 
  • Each Girl Scout council develops the procedures and guidelines for its cookie activities, including the dates when you can order or purchase cookies and the price you will pay per box. A council conducts only one cookie sale per year. Most of these activities take place between January and April, but some occur as early as September.
  • It is estimated that 200 million boxes of Girl Scout Cookies are sold per year.
  • 70% of sales goes to the Girl Scouts, 30% goes to the bakers. 
  • There are different licensed bakeries (and by bakery, I mean large company, including one owned by Keebler) and these baking companies can offer up to 28 varieties. 
  • The same types of cookies are sold under different names by different bakeries and it is up to the Scout troop to determine the name (thus "Samoas" are the same as "Caramel DeLites"). 
  • Thin Mints are most popular (25%) followed by Samoas (19%).  [These are my two favorite kinds.]
  • In 2008, a 15-year old from Dearborn, Michigan sold 17,328 boxes of cookies. This was the all time record. And that is a lot of cookies.

Friday, January 07, 2011

The Many Cakes of Birthday

At my office we have a monthly birthday calendar.  Recently, more and more coworkers have gone covert and asked to be removed from the list.  For January, two people have done so leaving me as the sole January birthday.  And you know what? I like my birthday. And I like people knowing it's my birthday.  I don't work at a place where all my coworkers come up as a group and sing "Happy Birthday" with an accordion accompaniment.  There is not much hoopla except for a few kind birthday wishes and emails.

Maybe I just like the attention.

Regardless, this was a more low-key birthday week than usual, yet I received more birthday cake (and key lime pie!) than this cookie can consume.






Sunday, December 12, 2010

Project File: last minute tree ornament

I was invited to tag along to a holiday party this weekend.  I found out the day before that we were supposed to bring an ornament for the Christmas tree.  I panic under such short notice.

Luckily, I have way too much stuff in my apartment, including a large bag of glove animals in various sizes.  I decided to string one up.  I must say, extra fine merino wool mini penguin was a big hit!

Friday, December 10, 2010

The House Rabbit Society Welcomes You

Anyone who knows me knows I love bunnies. I'm not ashamed. I had two rabbits: Mr. Bun, the 17lb albino during junior high, and Annabelle, the black and white lop eared sweetie.  Both were great, had their own personalities, and both had sweet tooths (one for Danish butter cookies, the other for chewy candies that were not orange flavored.) I loved them both dearly.

And because everyone who knows me knows I love rabbits, they love to give me things with rabbit themes.  I embrace them all. 

Today I was toting my oversized canvas grocery bag with a bunny silkscreened on it, and this kooky looking older lady (why do they always have frizzy hair?) comes up to me on the subway platform and asks if I have a rabbit. I say I used to have rabbits, but not anymore.  She then proceeds to tell me that she is a member of the House Rabbit Society and she owns 4 rabbits. Plus a dwarf. As if that poor tiny dwarf rabbit does not count as a real rabbit? 

I replied, "That's nice" and ran onto the opposite train.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

The Worst Gift To Ever Have To Give

Recently, a lot of loved ones of my loved ones have passed away.  I didn't know these people personally, but they were parents, grandparents, and other family members of my dear friends. 

And so I've been purchasing sympathy baskets more often than wedding presents this year. It's a little weird. And sad. It is also very difficult purchasing that kind of gift. I know, it is purely a thoughtful gesture, but right now I am perusing Godiva Chocolate's "Sympathy" section and it is a hard decision which box of chocolates to send.  Is the $50 truffle selection enough? Too much?

Also, last week my coworker's father-in-law passed away and they received a ton of food while sitting shiva.  They couldn't eat it all so she brought some of it into work.  I have to admit, it felt a little uncomfortable eating chocolate chip poundcake that existed only because someone had died. 

Saturday, October 30, 2010

To Do...At the Bottom of the List

Full disclosure:  I do not floss regularly. (I do brush my teeth at least twice a day.) So I was not surprised when I went for my 6 month teeth cleaning last week and the dental hygienist said to me, "You don't floss."

My response? Surprisingly, not guilty embarrassment. I think I'm getting too old for that. I said to her, "Maria, no, I don't floss. And you know what? I have a long list of things I have to do regularly: taking my meds and daily vitamin, exercising regularly, wearing sunscreen every day, moisturizing, going to all of my regular doctors appts, etc.  Flossing is just low on that list and will probably never move up."

She didn't exactly laugh, but she seemed to understand. "You should still floss, but at least you come every 6 months for a cleaning so it doesn't get too bad--but it still doesn't replace flossing."

Don't worry, Maria, my next cleaning is on my To Do list.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Psych(ic) Evaluation

Last September, Vickie and I stopped by to see a psychic in downtown Brooklyn.  She was recommended to us.  I have to say, she was pretty good--definitely better than some of the $5 psychics in the East Village. She didn't really say too much of significance, some things were on point, other things were not (beware of someone named Lisa.) But I do remember she said I would be traveling, and I would be going to Florida.

"FLORIDA!?!?!" I exclaimed.

Sure, tons of people go there, and I travel a lot, but at the time I'd only been to FL once in my life and had no plans to go again.

Fast forward almost exactly one year later:



















Interesting, no?

Monday, October 18, 2010

Hardwired

I took E$ and Maddog to the aquarium at Coney Island. We went to the sea lion show. I look over and the nephew is sitting quietly on the bleacher with his hands in his waistband. Such a guy thing, even in a four year old. Boys really are hard wired to be boys, aren't they?