Many moons ago a radio station had a hilarious talk radio trio named Frosty, Heidi, and Frank. They were the reason I was late for morning classes, failed to go quickly on a green/red light, or for laughing so hard I had coffee coming out of my nostrils.
Sadly, the radio station went to "hip hop" and totally changed the lineup. Luckily I found stream for you to enjoy also. Please do, just click on "listen online" in the right corner.
Frosty,Heidi,andFrank
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tis The Season..
..to be happy and thankful for all your blessings. I am very thankful for my husband and family. :)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Worst Month Ever
I've had an earache that hasn't gone away for a month. I am so sick. I didn't get a chance to recover. Now I have the flu. What's up with this? I feel like I've been sick, literally, the entire month.
Now, I have the sniffles and a sore throat.
Two days and I'm off for 2 weeks! :)
Now, I have the sniffles and a sore throat.
Two days and I'm off for 2 weeks! :)
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Doh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several weeks ago I was emailed about a school powwow and how I was expected to be there to give an educational speech. It sounded fine and dandy until I remembered I am a horrible horrible public speaker. (I am a professional public mumbler though)
Uh, no- I thought. I am the absolute worst public speaker EVER! I get jittery, blushy, and I can't think. I thought, 'Are you kidding me? I can't do this.' I came up with a better idea instead.
I returned the RSVP and said instead of a speech I can play a song on the Native American Flute, educational of course. I got a reply stating the Gourd Society would be very happy for me to play....and a big thank you for playing the flute......AND giving a speech.
DOH!
Uh, no- I thought. I am the absolute worst public speaker EVER! I get jittery, blushy, and I can't think. I thought, 'Are you kidding me? I can't do this.' I came up with a better idea instead.
I returned the RSVP and said instead of a speech I can play a song on the Native American Flute, educational of course. I got a reply stating the Gourd Society would be very happy for me to play....and a big thank you for playing the flute......AND giving a speech.
DOH!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
She Came Into My Life For a Reason
WARNING: don't read this post if you don't want to be bummed out.
Tragedy struck this weekend. She was a beautiful little pup named Blueberry. She left as quickly as she came into my life. She changed me forever.
I remember when she was just born. Her mother left her in a deep crevice and my brother and I literally had to dig to get her and her sisters out. I'm not a dog person by any means, but this pup was the cutest dog ever. EVER. She was so lovable and a bit naughty.
I finally see why people love dogs. I never thought I would've seen the day I would actually be open to loving a dog-until she came into my life. Since she lived up north, we only saw her about every three months. She was part Blue Heeler and would nip at your heels wherever you walked. Where ever you walked she was there, like a little side kick. I was never afraid to walk in the dark because I knew she was always there.
She passed away this weekend. The one pup that changed my outlook on dogs. It's probably not a big deal for someone that doesn't understand, but that's okay. Although her life was short, she lived a happy happy life.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
My Biggest Regrets in Life
A student posed this question to me today. What is your biggest regret in life. I said without hesitation, "Not playing the Tic-Tac-Toe chicken at Trump 29 Casino."
True story.
I'm not one to live with regrets, but this...I regret! My sister and I went to Venice beach for the weekend and on the way home we stopped at the (then) Trump 29 Casino. I wanted to stop ever since I saw the "Beat the Tic-Tac-Toe Chicken" sign. (No, I wouldn't let it go until we stopped there)
We arrived at dusk because we got sidetracked people watching. I remember bragging about how quickly I would beat the chicken (because as you know, I am the Tic-Tac-Toe master). I was so excited. We got there and to my horror, there was a long long line. I waited a bit, but got bored and started to wander. I looked through the window and saw it was getting darker, so I suggested we leave and come back next month because we had a +5 hour drive ahead of us.
We left and never returned. Where the heck did Trump 29 Casino go anyway?
My dreams were destroyed as I went back later..to nothing. No chicken, no million dollars...nothing.
Oh, P.S. The second thing I regret is eating a 2 pound bag full o gummi bears when I was 20 years old. I was so sick after I didn't eat for three days and I had a migraine the whole time! I can't even look a gummi bear straight in the beady eye after this incident.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Zombies and the Future Ones Zombified
Today I was asked, yet again, if I received my H1N1 shot.
"Nope," I replied.
"That's SILLY, Dawn!" another teacher spoke.
"Why's that silly?" I asked.
"Because you work with students and they're like germ breeders! I get sick all the time from them," she said.
"Nope," I replied again.
"You're just asking for it," she says menacingly.
I say, "Me? You're the one that's going to turn into a zombie. Be zombified!"
"What are you talking about?" the future zombie says.
I say, "Don't you think it's weird how these "free" shots are given out of nowhere? Literally, one day they're just like, "Hey, got some thing for you. No questions.""
I go on to say, "Mark my words, in about a year, you'll turn. You'll start with a craving that you can't pin point..."
"But Dawn.." she trails off.
"No buts, then you can't borrow my supplies and electrical pencil sharpener anymore," I warn.
"You're nuts!" the future zombie says.
"Am I? Do you even know what's IN that shot? How do you even know it's for the H1N1? Hmm?" I question.
"Well..the lady...she..wait. I guess I don't know..for sure..sure," I hear her state out her zombified mouth.
"Exactly." I say. "And don't let me catch you around my classroom looking for a pencil sharpener...and brains!"
"Nope," I replied.
"That's SILLY, Dawn!" another teacher spoke.
"Why's that silly?" I asked.
"Because you work with students and they're like germ breeders! I get sick all the time from them," she said.
"Nope," I replied again.
"You're just asking for it," she says menacingly.
I say, "Me? You're the one that's going to turn into a zombie. Be zombified!"
"What are you talking about?" the future zombie says.
I say, "Don't you think it's weird how these "free" shots are given out of nowhere? Literally, one day they're just like, "Hey, got some thing for you. No questions.""
I go on to say, "Mark my words, in about a year, you'll turn. You'll start with a craving that you can't pin point..."
"But Dawn.." she trails off.
"No buts, then you can't borrow my supplies and electrical pencil sharpener anymore," I warn.
"You're nuts!" the future zombie says.
"Am I? Do you even know what's IN that shot? How do you even know it's for the H1N1? Hmm?" I question.
"Well..the lady...she..wait. I guess I don't know..for sure..sure," I hear her state out her zombified mouth.
"Exactly." I say. "And don't let me catch you around my classroom looking for a pencil sharpener...and brains!"
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Random Facts
1. I am terrified of walking over grates on the ground.
I will actually go out of my way not to walk over one. I try to save my husband from walking over them, but he's a fearless grate walker.
2. I collect sea water.
I have water from: Maui, Niagara Falls, Florida, California, Seattle, the Mississippi River, and some others I forgot.
3. I collect action figures. Let me rephrase that, horror action figures.
I have some signed and my goal one day is to have a room dedicated to my collections.
4. I'm almost completely blind without my contacts.
If I don't have them in, I see in shades. I can't even see the outlines, just shades. It's like looking through a slightly tinted plastic bag. But, with my contacts, I can see better than most people.
*Just random facts. My students play 20 questions with me
I will actually go out of my way not to walk over one. I try to save my husband from walking over them, but he's a fearless grate walker.
2. I collect sea water.
I have water from: Maui, Niagara Falls, Florida, California, Seattle, the Mississippi River, and some others I forgot.
3. I collect action figures. Let me rephrase that, horror action figures.
I have some signed and my goal one day is to have a room dedicated to my collections.
4. I'm almost completely blind without my contacts.
If I don't have them in, I see in shades. I can't even see the outlines, just shades. It's like looking through a slightly tinted plastic bag. But, with my contacts, I can see better than most people.
*Just random facts. My students play 20 questions with me
What The Heck Is Up With This?
I was coming home yesterday and as I was driving up, I saw an older man and a young girl at the door. I approached and they waved at me like pals do. I thought they were neighbors or something, but boy was I wrong.
I said, "Hello." The first sentence out of the man's mouth was, "My friend, have you accepted Jesus into your life?" I said, "Um, no" (as in 'no thanks'). He said, "Well, let me tell you.." I said, "Sorry friend, let me rephrase that, I'm not interested, but thank you."
You should've seen the look on his face, almost like a slap in the face. He says in a sassy way, "JESUS LOVES YOU!" I said, "Thanks."
I walked to through them to open my door and he shouts, "JESUS STILL LOVES YOU!"
I'm really miffed he didn't reciprocate my hello with a "Hi" back, what's up with that?
I said, "Hello." The first sentence out of the man's mouth was, "My friend, have you accepted Jesus into your life?" I said, "Um, no" (as in 'no thanks'). He said, "Well, let me tell you.." I said, "Sorry friend, let me rephrase that, I'm not interested, but thank you."
You should've seen the look on his face, almost like a slap in the face. He says in a sassy way, "JESUS LOVES YOU!" I said, "Thanks."
I walked to through them to open my door and he shouts, "JESUS STILL LOVES YOU!"
I'm really miffed he didn't reciprocate my hello with a "Hi" back, what's up with that?
Halloween 2009
Last year we scared the crap out of seven people. These people were literally running away from our door yelling. As you can see, Halloween is my favorite holiday*.
This year my goal was to up the ante to 10 people. (Children under 5 yrs aren't included) It gave me so much pleasure to see people scared. We went as far as setting up a smoke machine, strobe lights, and using half a gallon of realistic-fake blood for my costume. We prepared last year. Our Black Friday is the day after Halloween, not Thanksgiving. We stock up for next year the day after Halloween.
Cookie, our master, didn't want to dress up, due to attitude, so he decided to play gargoyle on the balcony instead.
We had so much fun.
* Side note, Halloween is not celebrated in most schools. Not even kitty ears or hats, sad.
This year my goal was to up the ante to 10 people. (Children under 5 yrs aren't included) It gave me so much pleasure to see people scared. We went as far as setting up a smoke machine, strobe lights, and using half a gallon of realistic-fake blood for my costume. We prepared last year. Our Black Friday is the day after Halloween, not Thanksgiving. We stock up for next year the day after Halloween.
Cookie, our master, didn't want to dress up, due to attitude, so he decided to play gargoyle on the balcony instead.
We had so much fun.
* Side note, Halloween is not celebrated in most schools. Not even kitty ears or hats, sad.
Things Married People Should Tell You
As a recent bride, I have a question to other married people. How did you deal with your new identity. I know this sounds weird, and probably petty, but I'm having issues with it.
When I came back to work people would call me by my new name. At first I was taken aback and actually said, "Who?" when being referred to as "Mrs. Dentz." Then it happened. The jokes started, Mrs. Double D, Mrs. Dense, yadda, yadda..
We went to the SS office and I was given a book (basically a book) to read and sign to change my name. I tossed it aside and said, "later." I went to the DMV and they told me I needed a fee, new pic, and other crap I can't remember. The school district require all kinds of paperwork also-to change a name. to change a NAME.
Married people should warn you of this hassle.
It's so weird to be called a name you aren't use to, like your identity is lost.
I was going to hyphenate, but I was sent a lenghty email stating I couldn't because it wouldn't fit on my new email. (Who would've thought?)
Now, I'm in limbo and don't know what to do.
(I think we should both change our names to Deitz)
When I came back to work people would call me by my new name. At first I was taken aback and actually said, "Who?" when being referred to as "Mrs. Dentz." Then it happened. The jokes started, Mrs. Double D, Mrs. Dense, yadda, yadda..
We went to the SS office and I was given a book (basically a book) to read and sign to change my name. I tossed it aside and said, "later." I went to the DMV and they told me I needed a fee, new pic, and other crap I can't remember. The school district require all kinds of paperwork also-to change a name. to change a NAME.
Married people should warn you of this hassle.
It's so weird to be called a name you aren't use to, like your identity is lost.
I was going to hyphenate, but I was sent a lenghty email stating I couldn't because it wouldn't fit on my new email. (Who would've thought?)
Now, I'm in limbo and don't know what to do.
(I think we should both change our names to Deitz)
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Honestly...
I had to call into work these past 2 days because I was feeling horrible. I go to the doctor and find out I have the flu...great timing-I called off the entire week. We're both sick and have been in bed all day long. This is the worst possible scenario because we have tons and tons of things to do before the wedding this Saturday. Now we can't do anything because we're both sick.
:(
:(
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Popcorn Balls and Pumpkin Candles
I love this time of year. Since Keem doesn't like smelly candles, I get to pull out my pumpkin scented candles once a year. There's something about the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon that I crave throughout the year. I truly look forward to this event.
We celebrate Halloween every year. We get the good candy, not crap like raisins, toothpaste, or pennies (yes, this actually happened to me one year). We get Star Crunch and tons of chocolate.
I usually let the younger kids take as many handfuls as they want, the adults-not so much (only those that actually wear costumes).
I stumbled across the aisle and found POPCORN BALLS!!!!!
We celebrate Halloween every year. We get the good candy, not crap like raisins, toothpaste, or pennies (yes, this actually happened to me one year). We get Star Crunch and tons of chocolate.
I usually let the younger kids take as many handfuls as they want, the adults-not so much (only those that actually wear costumes).
I stumbled across the aisle and found POPCORN BALLS!!!!!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Foam Soaps
Here's a little secret. I'm really obsessed with foam soap. Any will do. My habit has been so bad that I look forward to my foam soap visit every morning.
At my school there's a special top secret teacher bathroom in a nook. I found this delightful place one morning. I went in and found, much to my delight, an assortment of foam soaps. Not just ANY foam soaps, but scented foam soaps.
I was like a kid in a candy store. I clasped my hands and stood there not wanting to choose the wrong foam soap of the day (but really, how can you go wrong?). My predicament? THREE foam soaps to choose from. One sink had two Bath & Body Works foam soaps (Mint tangerine and Cucumber melon) and the other sink had Nivea Mint foam soap. I stood there thinking...until another person walked in trying to ruin my moment.
I waited anxiously for the person to leave. I think I annoyed them because I got a weird look before the sabotager left.
It was almost time for class to start so I had the best idea ever. Mix ALL the foam soaps. I did this and concocted a heavenly scent of pure minty bliss. But, I had too much of one foam soap and not another. I squirted more in to get an equal amount, but had to restart because one squirt was more than the other. After carefully assessing the mass (after several minutes), I washed with my eyes close (to heighten my senses) and carefully dried*.
*Over drying can leave an unsatisfactory wash-so be careful-I prefer paper towel to hand blower.
As you can see, I am a foam soap connoisseur.
At my school there's a special top secret teacher bathroom in a nook. I found this delightful place one morning. I went in and found, much to my delight, an assortment of foam soaps. Not just ANY foam soaps, but scented foam soaps.
I was like a kid in a candy store. I clasped my hands and stood there not wanting to choose the wrong foam soap of the day (but really, how can you go wrong?). My predicament? THREE foam soaps to choose from. One sink had two Bath & Body Works foam soaps (Mint tangerine and Cucumber melon) and the other sink had Nivea Mint foam soap. I stood there thinking...until another person walked in trying to ruin my moment.
I waited anxiously for the person to leave. I think I annoyed them because I got a weird look before the sabotager left.
It was almost time for class to start so I had the best idea ever. Mix ALL the foam soaps. I did this and concocted a heavenly scent of pure minty bliss. But, I had too much of one foam soap and not another. I squirted more in to get an equal amount, but had to restart because one squirt was more than the other. After carefully assessing the mass (after several minutes), I washed with my eyes close (to heighten my senses) and carefully dried*.
*Over drying can leave an unsatisfactory wash-so be careful-I prefer paper towel to hand blower.
As you can see, I am a foam soap connoisseur.
Monday, September 14, 2009
My New Word of the Day
Who'd've = who would have
If EVOO can make it in the dictionary, who'd've can.
That Darn Cat
Today in class I was teaching a new vocab word, "depict" to the students. I asked for several verbal examples using complete sentences and the students were having a bit of trouble with this part. After a long pause a student says, "Miss C, can I say a sentence?" I said, "Of course." He says, "Depict. That shirt you're wearing depicts a lint roller does nothing for you." (Darn cat)
The look of sheer innocence on his face made the whole comment a lot funnier! I had a good laugh.
I love my job...
The look of sheer innocence on his face made the whole comment a lot funnier! I had a good laugh.
I love my job...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The Small Pleasures in Life
Today I was thinking about the small pleasures in life that truly make one happy (or at least me):
1. Antibacterial foam soap
2. Smelling breakfast before you're even awake
3. Cats circling the bed before sleepy-time (his small way of hinting "I'm too sneaky to ask for love")
4. An unsolicited foot massage
5. Did I mention antibacterial foam soap?
6. A student's rough draft paper proof read (and corrected) by a parent
7. Stolen kisses
8. Reading a book together before bed
9. Sharing secrets and laughing out loud with your love
10. Stopping to take random pictures during a long drive
1. Antibacterial foam soap
2. Smelling breakfast before you're even awake
3. Cats circling the bed before sleepy-time (his small way of hinting "I'm too sneaky to ask for love")
4. An unsolicited foot massage
5. Did I mention antibacterial foam soap?
6. A student's rough draft paper proof read (and corrected) by a parent
7. Stolen kisses
8. Reading a book together before bed
9. Sharing secrets and laughing out loud with your love
10. Stopping to take random pictures during a long drive
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wedding Registry
People have been asking about our wedding registry. To tell you the truth, we don't have one. We figure the best gift is to spent time with us during our special time.
Even if I wanted to make a registry, I would drive people absolutely crazy.
My understanding is that a wedding registry is for things you want. Right? (Correct me if I'm wrong)
Well here's a list I've been conjuring up for the past couple of years; things I can't do without any longer:
1. Crest Sparkle toothpaste (which I haven't seen since the 80's-best-toothpaste-ever!)
2. Creepshow Magazine (I had one when I was a wee lad. I've been scouting Ebay and the $45-$200 is ridiculous!)
3. A 10x10 canvas (for watercolor)
4. Tin whistle/ Native American flute bag (about 2'x1')
5. Susato tin whistle (Key of Eb or D)
6. A year's supply of GummiBears
7. A 100 gallon lobster tank (with a filter of course)
These are just some ideas I had for now. (I'm sure this list will change daily)
Even if I wanted to make a registry, I would drive people absolutely crazy.
My understanding is that a wedding registry is for things you want. Right? (Correct me if I'm wrong)
Well here's a list I've been conjuring up for the past couple of years; things I can't do without any longer:
1. Crest Sparkle toothpaste (which I haven't seen since the 80's-best-toothpaste-ever!)
2. Creepshow Magazine (I had one when I was a wee lad. I've been scouting Ebay and the $45-$200 is ridiculous!)
3. A 10x10 canvas (for watercolor)
4. Tin whistle/ Native American flute bag (about 2'x1')
5. Susato tin whistle (Key of Eb or D)
6. A year's supply of GummiBears
7. A 100 gallon lobster tank (with a filter of course)
These are just some ideas I had for now. (I'm sure this list will change daily)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Ah, A Lazy Weekend for Four
This weekend we did absolutely nothing. Since I started work, I've had no less than nine and half work work days. All my fault of course. I want things to be very -very- organized.
I brought home books to read, my school laptop, and some other articles to read this weekend..but I slept most of today. Yesterday was actually more productive, we went to get icecream. Today...not so much. My awoke with my two kitties and Keem using me as pillows. Sweet lazy Sunday...
I brought home books to read, my school laptop, and some other articles to read this weekend..but I slept most of today. Yesterday was actually more productive, we went to get icecream. Today...not so much. My awoke with my two kitties and Keem using me as pillows. Sweet lazy Sunday...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
What the Heck Is Up With This?
Today I wrote my name on the chalkboard and immediately started scratching (like a mosquito bite). I totally forgot that I'm allergic to chalk. You're probably thinking---really, a teacher allergic? That's classic.
Sad but true.
During my 4th grade student teaching I discovered this. I kept braking out in hives and scratching madly. I went to my doctor because my face was raw and red. The doctor couldn't figure it out either. I was told it could be my cat/carpet/pollen/bug bites,etc. When I left the school, it cleared up within a week and that's when I figured it out. (Actually, I forgot about it until now.)
I'm glad I have a Smartboard to use instead!
Sad but true.
During my 4th grade student teaching I discovered this. I kept braking out in hives and scratching madly. I went to my doctor because my face was raw and red. The doctor couldn't figure it out either. I was told it could be my cat/carpet/pollen/bug bites,etc. When I left the school, it cleared up within a week and that's when I figured it out. (Actually, I forgot about it until now.)
I'm glad I have a Smartboard to use instead!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
What a Teacher Makes
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, A CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a Kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach."
To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...)
"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental...
You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)
I make kids wonder.
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
I teach them to write and then I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them show all their work in math.
I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.
I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
I make my students stand to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, because we live in the United States of America .
Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.
(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)
"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant...
You want to know what I make?
I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"
THERE IS MUCH TRUTH IN THIS STATEMENT: "Teachers make every other profession "
~Author Unknown
To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...)
"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental...
You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)
I make kids wonder.
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
I teach them to write and then I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them show all their work in math.
I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.
I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
I make my students stand to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, because we live in the United States of America .
Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.
(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)
"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant...
You want to know what I make?
I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"
THERE IS MUCH TRUTH IN THIS STATEMENT: "Teachers make every other profession "
~Author Unknown
Perplexing Thought
I don't know why this really irritates me, but why is it okay to take grocery carts from stores? This is a peeve of mine. I think it's stealing, but I guess I'm the only one in that category. For instance, there have been many a time I have seen cops drive by someone walking down the street with a grocery cart full of groceries/laundry/children/etc. Your probably thinking, "Dawn, you have too much time on your hands," but actually, this really really bothers me for some reason (kind of like the perpetual gum snapper or the TMI person).
I can't fathom walking out of a store with a pack of gum without paying, yet people walk out of the stores with no intention of bringing back a giant metal cart worth $250. The little yellow lines are useless too. I've seen clever people use the curb for this.
Someone explain this to me...please....
Cart article: http://www.seattlepi.com/local/226242_carts28.html
Other perplexing thoughts: http://www.dreamhaven.org/~data/humor/questions.html
I can't fathom walking out of a store with a pack of gum without paying, yet people walk out of the stores with no intention of bringing back a giant metal cart worth $250. The little yellow lines are useless too. I've seen clever people use the curb for this.
Someone explain this to me...please....
Cart article: http://www.seattlepi.com/local/226242_carts28.html
Other perplexing thoughts: http://www.dreamhaven.org/~data/humor/questions.html
* * * * * * Sea Chanteys * * * * * *
On Saturday Keem and I went to a BBQ at his sister's house. The drive is about an hour (considering traffic and random Slush Puppie stops). This particular day I was in the mood to perfect my sea chanteys. I started with my Eb tin whistle and played a little ditty called "Drunken Sailor" and "Cockles and Mussels."
Not one to complain, Keem sang along. I changed things up a bit and played the soft melodramatic "Scarborough Fair" on my key of C. I'm really thankful that Keem's patience has allowed me to play and perfect my songs. (Other family members have been known to take away my tin whistle mid trill. But I guess it's my fault for leaving sea chanteys on family members' voicemails)
I did get a few quizzical stares from drivers on I-10, but that comes with the territory, I guess.
**Side note: I don't know why, but I was banished from playing "Danny Boy" in the car. Someone seriously ask Keem why he can't stand this beautiful song.
Not one to complain, Keem sang along. I changed things up a bit and played the soft melodramatic "Scarborough Fair" on my key of C. I'm really thankful that Keem's patience has allowed me to play and perfect my songs. (Other family members have been known to take away my tin whistle mid trill. But I guess it's my fault for leaving sea chanteys on family members' voicemails)
I did get a few quizzical stares from drivers on I-10, but that comes with the territory, I guess.
**Side note: I don't know why, but I was banished from playing "Danny Boy" in the car. Someone seriously ask Keem why he can't stand this beautiful song.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Om Nom Nom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul0gfCyeiyM
This is not our turtle Chomper, but this is why he's named Chomper (although he only bites cats).
This is not our turtle Chomper, but this is why he's named Chomper (although he only bites cats).
Stubborn Much?
This past weekend I realized how stubborn I really am. I went fishing with my family at 12-ish that afternoon. We were at a lake and didn't have any nibbles, so after about 2 and 1/2 hours, we decided to go to another near by. At this lake I had nibbles left and right from crafty fish.
I decided that I needed to change my bait, so I tried chicken liver to entice the catfish. I had more nibbles and some even took my bait. Normally I would catch one by the 3rd hour, but not this time with these particularly crafty fish.
Stubbornly I coaxed someone to get nightcrawlers because I didn't want to leave my post. I never liked worms because they creep me out, but this time was different, I HAD to catch one fish. The crafty lot stole my nightcrawlers and corn off my 2 hooks. I immediately re-baited and continued. In the process I pulled 3 crayfish to shore. I held the 3rd hostage so his friends would see I mean business.
About 3 more hours later I looked around and saw my family dozing off. One person had the gall to say, "Can we go home now?" I snapped, "NO! Not until I catch one!" I began to get super frustrated.....after the 7th hour I looked around and saw sunburnt faces with tired eyes. What the heck? Really? Does my selfishness have no end?
I decided enough was enough. I let my friend Craig the crayfish go and said, "Let's go. I don't think I'm going to catch anything today." I heard someone say, "Are you sure?" I nodded solemnly and packed up (8 hours later) as it began to thunder in the distance.
As I'm sitting here typing, I have bright red lobster arms. Water hurts and lotion makes it feel better. Serves me right!
Fish 15: Dawn 0
I decided that I needed to change my bait, so I tried chicken liver to entice the catfish. I had more nibbles and some even took my bait. Normally I would catch one by the 3rd hour, but not this time with these particularly crafty fish.
Stubbornly I coaxed someone to get nightcrawlers because I didn't want to leave my post. I never liked worms because they creep me out, but this time was different, I HAD to catch one fish. The crafty lot stole my nightcrawlers and corn off my 2 hooks. I immediately re-baited and continued. In the process I pulled 3 crayfish to shore. I held the 3rd hostage so his friends would see I mean business.
About 3 more hours later I looked around and saw my family dozing off. One person had the gall to say, "Can we go home now?" I snapped, "NO! Not until I catch one!" I began to get super frustrated.....after the 7th hour I looked around and saw sunburnt faces with tired eyes. What the heck? Really? Does my selfishness have no end?
I decided enough was enough. I let my friend Craig the crayfish go and said, "Let's go. I don't think I'm going to catch anything today." I heard someone say, "Are you sure?" I nodded solemnly and packed up (8 hours later) as it began to thunder in the distance.
As I'm sitting here typing, I have bright red lobster arms. Water hurts and lotion makes it feel better. Serves me right!
Fish 15: Dawn 0
Dawn Thoughts..
I wasn't going to add my two cents about the Jackson fiasco, but here goes...when I was a young laddy I used to subscribe to a tween magazine (can't remember the name). Anyway, this magazine had a story about a reporter covering an interview with Janet Jackson. During the interview they decided to go to a comedy club and (I'm paraphrasing at best) the reporter stated that EVERY comedian had a joke about Michael Jackson. It wasn't as funny being there with his sister and seeing how hurtful and awkward it was for her, not to mention her company.
After I read that, I decided to make a conscious effort to not judge people-except people with mullets-because they're awesome!
I just think it's weird that the same people that joked at his expense are now reminiscing about him and speaking highly/well wishing about him. Silly people.
It broke my heart to hear his daughter make her statement. No child should have to go through that.
That's my two cents.
After I read that, I decided to make a conscious effort to not judge people-except people with mullets-because they're awesome!
I just think it's weird that the same people that joked at his expense are now reminiscing about him and speaking highly/well wishing about him. Silly people.
It broke my heart to hear his daughter make her statement. No child should have to go through that.
That's my two cents.
Awesome Thriller: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x81iip6psks
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Bridezilla Story
Today I went to CopyMax to finish up the invitations. We were going to print the invitations, but this task was deemed too much of a hassle on our part. Thank goodness the staff at CopyMax are so friendly and knowledgeable.
I'm horrible with names, but the staff member "she" and I swapped wedding stories. I told her about the invitations being a real pain even though the plan and layout is so simple.
She told me of a mother-in-law that came to her in tears pleading with her to print invitations in an hour for a rehearsal dinner...for 100 people. I said, "Are you kidding me? Isn't that supposed to be for like immediate family?" She said yes, but apparently this particular Bridezilla invited half the wedding party and sent the bill to her future mother-in-law (at $65 a plate).
I inquired about the groom and she said he was totally spineless and said, "whatever she wants" referring to Bridezilla. (Mom said the son even knew she was struggling with money) She said the mother was so upset that she walked around the counter and gave her a reassuring hug.
I can't help but think how this moment affected Bridezilla's mother-in-law (who was saving for a house at the time). So sad....
I hope I don't have many bridezilla moments. We came to an agreement early on, not to stress too much and to compromise.
I'm horrible with names, but the staff member "she" and I swapped wedding stories. I told her about the invitations being a real pain even though the plan and layout is so simple.
She told me of a mother-in-law that came to her in tears pleading with her to print invitations in an hour for a rehearsal dinner...for 100 people. I said, "Are you kidding me? Isn't that supposed to be for like immediate family?" She said yes, but apparently this particular Bridezilla invited half the wedding party and sent the bill to her future mother-in-law (at $65 a plate).
I inquired about the groom and she said he was totally spineless and said, "whatever she wants" referring to Bridezilla. (Mom said the son even knew she was struggling with money) She said the mother was so upset that she walked around the counter and gave her a reassuring hug.
I can't help but think how this moment affected Bridezilla's mother-in-law (who was saving for a house at the time). So sad....
I hope I don't have many bridezilla moments. We came to an agreement early on, not to stress too much and to compromise.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Thunder and Retainer Issues
After texting my brother I realized that I am always yapping at him to wear his retainer, yet I haven't worn mine for 2 months. The tightness was so severe that I began to salivate. When I have them in at night I have a recurring dream that my teeth are falling out and I awake clenching my jaws of death.
Last night I didn't wake up from pain, but rather from thunder. Loud, loud thunder. I let out a yelp and my trusty sidekick awoke and promptly snuggled me for reassurance. My furry children are afraid too. They usually snuggle under the blanket with me, but last night they split into a cubby together. I don't care what anyone says, I am terrified of thunder and the darkness. If I enter a room that takes a second for the lights to flicker on, I leave the door open till it does. I won't dare enter our bathroom at night without the nightlight on either.
Last night I didn't wake up from pain, but rather from thunder. Loud, loud thunder. I let out a yelp and my trusty sidekick awoke and promptly snuggled me for reassurance. My furry children are afraid too. They usually snuggle under the blanket with me, but last night they split into a cubby together. I don't care what anyone says, I am terrified of thunder and the darkness. If I enter a room that takes a second for the lights to flicker on, I leave the door open till it does. I won't dare enter our bathroom at night without the nightlight on either.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Release the CRACKEN!!!!!!
*Cookie doing his best Cracken impressionHere's an interesting morsel for you to read and ponder:
Cthulhu? Cracken? Nessie?
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Tori Amos Officially Hates Phoenix!
Snubbed again. This time, I swear I am not going to waste anymore time waiting by tours buses hoping for an autograph.
I found this little lie on her website in the FAQs:
Q: How do I find out if Tori Amos will be doing a Meet & Greet at the show I am going to?
A: She most likely is. There have been very few times which she does not come out before the show and almost all of those times she has had a brief m&g after.
http://www.toriamosmusic.com/forum/tori-amos-meet-greet-faq
If this is true then she does in fact hate her Phoenix fans. This is the 3rd time I have been out after a concert to no avail. I called B.S. with this alleged "meet and greet."
I found this little lie on her website in the FAQs:
Q: How do I find out if Tori Amos will be doing a Meet & Greet at the show I am going to?
A: She most likely is. There have been very few times which she does not come out before the show and almost all of those times she has had a brief m&g after.
http://www.toriamosmusic.com/forum/tori-amos-meet-greet-faq
If this is true then she does in fact hate her Phoenix fans. This is the 3rd time I have been out after a concert to no avail. I called B.S. with this alleged "meet and greet."
Friday, July 17, 2009
A Horrible Trend I'm Starting To See...
..No, not Crocs. I'm starting to notice that artists are beginning to charge for meet & greets or the caveat is purchasing a piece of expensive merch. This irritates the heck out of me for several reasons:
1. We spend money on great seats to see them (no nosebleeds here), so naturally, I'm entitled to a backstage greet
2. Way overpriced water, snacks, merch, etc.
3. Long lines for the women's bathroom (I think I've actually paid a teenager to line jump before)
4. Parking is always a nightmare, even if you're lucky enough to get there an hour before
5. Did I mention scooby snack prices are atrocious?
See, silly people like me wait by the tour bus hoping to get a hello/hug/autograph.
Many moons ago I went to a Tori Amos concert (in the cold Arizona winter-yes, it was very cold) and I waited 3 hours. What happened? Big fat nothing, that's what. Mz Amos gave a quick wave and ran to the tour bus. (Keep in mind during this 3 hour wait I almost got into it with a hefty 6 ft drunk girl for squishing me onto a railing-all in the name of Tori)
It pains me that I'm going to wait by the tour bus tomorrow night.....like a dingbat!
1. We spend money on great seats to see them (no nosebleeds here), so naturally, I'm entitled to a backstage greet
2. Way overpriced water, snacks, merch, etc.
3. Long lines for the women's bathroom (I think I've actually paid a teenager to line jump before)
4. Parking is always a nightmare, even if you're lucky enough to get there an hour before
5. Did I mention scooby snack prices are atrocious?
See, silly people like me wait by the tour bus hoping to get a hello/hug/autograph.
Many moons ago I went to a Tori Amos concert (in the cold Arizona winter-yes, it was very cold) and I waited 3 hours. What happened? Big fat nothing, that's what. Mz Amos gave a quick wave and ran to the tour bus. (Keep in mind during this 3 hour wait I almost got into it with a hefty 6 ft drunk girl for squishing me onto a railing-all in the name of Tori)
*If you look closely, in the middle, you can see Mz. Amos
It gets better, the previous concert, the exact SAME situation happened (not with the drunk girl), but the quick wave from Tori.
Last concert I went to was a Flogging Molly concert. I waited in line for a meet in greet until someone said, "You have to purchase merch for a meet & greet." (Even though I have all their c.d.s, dvds, and almost every $30 t-shirt there) What a rip off. No hello, no wave, just me...standing there in the 113 degree heat with drunken sweaty people singing incomprehensibly.
* Jilted Dawn
Tomorrow night we are going to see Tori. Did I mention that I go every time she's here in Phoenix? I think I've missed only one concert too. Keem asked me if he could just purchase a back stage pass for me (I guess to quit my whining), I said no because it's the principle that peeves me.
It pains me that I'm going to wait by the tour bus tomorrow night.....like a dingbat!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
To My Nemesis...
...the GPS. You are a royal pain. We went to Albuquerque this weekend in hopes to have a great time and see a wonderful union between two souls...but you almost runied it. I despise you.
It perplexs me as to why the GPS has a snotty tone. Yes, I hear it when we "accidently" drive past or miss a turn. I'm actually kind of shocked that it doesn't have a sighing feature.....or does it?
I guess it's not too bad. It did get us off of that pesky desolate mountain road one long drive ago...
It perplexs me as to why the GPS has a snotty tone. Yes, I hear it when we "accidently" drive past or miss a turn. I'm actually kind of shocked that it doesn't have a sighing feature.....or does it?
I guess it's not too bad. It did get us off of that pesky desolate mountain road one long drive ago...
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Dreaded "B" Word..
Today I was asked, once again, whether or not we were thinking about having babies (plural). We've given it some thought, but I think we've decided that we're too selfish and lazy to have children right now. There have been mornings I've refused to get out of bed unless I had caffeine stimulant. Since I'm not a great cook Keem has been the chef of the house (I must say, for a vegetarian he makes a mean stuffed chicken too). This led me to believe that our poor children would starve in my care. Another example, this morning. I was a bit hungry, but too lazy to cook. I had coffee, 5 blueberries, and 1 unwashed plum.
*************************** Our lovely children *******************
My cats are being squirrely due to my lack of attention. One is playing fetch with his sock (by himself) and the other is giving me the stink eye sitting in the bathroom sink, god forbid he drink from his water dish.
*************************** Our lovely children *******************My cats are being squirrely due to my lack of attention. One is playing fetch with his sock (by himself) and the other is giving me the stink eye sitting in the bathroom sink, god forbid he drink from his water dish.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Forgot to Post My 40 Pound Mahi Mahi I Caught..
..okay, it's not exactly 40 lbs, but in my version it will be a 40 pound Mahi Mahi
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
July 4th-When I Discovered a Fact About Myself
Cute snuggling cowsJuly 4th couldn't do without fireworks, in Az, so we decided to go to the Navajo Nation 4th of July fair. I was all for going to the fair to see the fireworks...until someone mentioned the best three words anyone could ever utter- "Wild Horse Race."
(This was a component of the fair rodeo)
What exactly is a wild horse race? Well, actually, it's a race for teams to saddle a wild unridden horse in the least amount of time. This sounds fantastic enough, but when I was told a member of the team had to actually ride the horse, I had to go and see this for myself to satisfy my morbid curiosity.
*Notice he's the a total 180 degrees
Call me crazy, but this provoked a sense of exhilaration with in me. The very thought of this ludicrous idea had me excited to watch people flying off pissed horses.
It was absolutely hilarious and entertaining.
Fact-I love to watch people flying off pissed animals (see previous post "And My Life Flashed Before My Eyes").
Hopefully I can upload the video soon.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Cookie and Piddles' Webpage
For all things cute and adorable:
Cookie: http://www.catster.com/cats/125075
Piddles: http://www.catster.com/cats/806869
Cookie: http://www.catster.com/cats/125075
Piddles: http://www.catster.com/cats/806869
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Really?!?
Even with the blurry pic you can see the smug little grin on his face. 
This is Cookie. This is Cookie pretending to be starving. This cat doesn't care if he just ate; he'll rip a freshly purchased bag of food to show me who's boss.
And My Life Flashed Before My Eyes...
Meet Caterpillar...the bull with attitude. It was my fault actually, I went to the bull riding event fully understanding I may be in harms way. I just didn't think this bull would try to jump the fence (on to me, company, and the car). I guess I don't blame him. I wouldn't like someone jumping on my back for 8 seconds either.
I saw my life flash before my eyes...but Caterpillar saw it different, a way to teach me a lesson. Never park near a bull with only a thin wire fence separating both of you.
Have You Seen This Cat?
Responds to the name: "Cat," "Shh," and "Minimum"Last seen: In a juniper tree giving other cats the stink eye
Likes: Mice, female cats, head rubs, and demanding food upon returning home
Dislikes: baths*, being an indoor cat, and dogs
*looks rough due to a nomadic lifestyle and encountering other nomadic animals
**Update: Found**
What Do You Mean, "You People"?
Today we decided to start working out (again). I used to read, but find the different machines have different book holders, some not quite as functional as others so I decided not to anymore. Anyway, I was on the elliptical (shh, don't tell my Dr., he chewed me out because it "destroys" me knees) and I put in my earphones/buds. I totally forgot why I hated the insert kind. They're always so so small.
I've been living with the fact that my ear canals are abnormally tiny. I can't fit earphones in and they hurt because they fall out and I try reinserting them constantly. That day was no different. When I came home my ears were red and hurting a lot.
I wonder why stores have different ear bud sizes, but the smaller, the further it sits in the ear canal, waiting to burst your eardrums. That's a little too close for comfort and dangerous, in my opinion. My Ipod ear buds were way too big too. I finagled a cover to compensate, but promptly lost them.
I need to design ear buds for people like me.
I've been living with the fact that my ear canals are abnormally tiny. I can't fit earphones in and they hurt because they fall out and I try reinserting them constantly. That day was no different. When I came home my ears were red and hurting a lot.
I wonder why stores have different ear bud sizes, but the smaller, the further it sits in the ear canal, waiting to burst your eardrums. That's a little too close for comfort and dangerous, in my opinion. My Ipod ear buds were way too big too. I finagled a cover to compensate, but promptly lost them.
I need to design ear buds for people like me.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Chubby Kat Door
Today we were at Lowe's looking for supplies and I found this little gem in aisle 5. Hey, at least Lowe's is sensitive to big boned cats, not everyone can be Kat Moss (horrible pun sorry).
Potential ChubbyKat Door user wishes to remain anonymous
Friday, June 5, 2009
And When I Came To..
If there's one thing that drives me absolutely insane, it's blood (and peanut butter-but that's another topic **See September's post under "2008" <-----). I don't care if it's a drop, pint, gallon, sprinkle, dot, smear...Grrrrr-OOOOOOOOss! Don't get me wrong I can roll up my sleeves and muck around in spit, vomit, urine, etc, just not blood.
I had the pleasure of visiting the local friendly phlebotomist this morning, all I can say is that it was a horrible idea. I skipped breakfast this morning fully expecting to throw it all up during the phlebotomy.
When I entered the cold sterile room I began to feel queasy from the scent of antiseptic. The sadist, I mean technician, tied the noose around my arm and matter-of-factly said, "Don't tense up, your blood vessels shrink when you do." I seriously had no clue I was even doing this.
I can't even look at the process. The whole concept and process grosses me out. Especially when I hear the blood squirting into the tube (yes, I can hear this). Then it started. I felt my mouth producing more saliva and my stomach producing phantom chunks. She pierced the skin and said, "Shoot, it's coming out really slowly, oh well, I hope you're patient." I nodded while trying to slow my heart rate down and desalivate myself.
It seemed like hours. She turned to me and said, "My gosh, are you okay? Are you going to make it?" Trying to be tough I said, "Oh sure." I started getting anxious and got light headed when she chirped, "Almost done." I felt the chunks rise and thought of apologizes I could say when I threw up. Should I tell her? Is there enough time to get up? What if I faint and they have to drag my body across the unsanitary floor? What if they call my fiance? Does he even have his phone? Did I give him the address?
My eyes started involuntary crossing. I said, "Okay," and preceded to stand up before I passed out. She said those two words I'd waiting so long to hear, "All done."
When I got home, I called my fiance. He added his own two words of comfort: "Drama Queen."
I had the pleasure of visiting the local friendly phlebotomist this morning, all I can say is that it was a horrible idea. I skipped breakfast this morning fully expecting to throw it all up during the phlebotomy.
When I entered the cold sterile room I began to feel queasy from the scent of antiseptic. The sadist, I mean technician, tied the noose around my arm and matter-of-factly said, "Don't tense up, your blood vessels shrink when you do." I seriously had no clue I was even doing this.
I can't even look at the process. The whole concept and process grosses me out. Especially when I hear the blood squirting into the tube (yes, I can hear this). Then it started. I felt my mouth producing more saliva and my stomach producing phantom chunks. She pierced the skin and said, "Shoot, it's coming out really slowly, oh well, I hope you're patient." I nodded while trying to slow my heart rate down and desalivate myself.
It seemed like hours. She turned to me and said, "My gosh, are you okay? Are you going to make it?" Trying to be tough I said, "Oh sure." I started getting anxious and got light headed when she chirped, "Almost done." I felt the chunks rise and thought of apologizes I could say when I threw up. Should I tell her? Is there enough time to get up? What if I faint and they have to drag my body across the unsanitary floor? What if they call my fiance? Does he even have his phone? Did I give him the address?
My eyes started involuntary crossing. I said, "Okay," and preceded to stand up before I passed out. She said those two words I'd waiting so long to hear, "All done."
When I got home, I called my fiance. He added his own two words of comfort: "Drama Queen."
Thursday, June 4, 2009
"No, You Can't Because You're a Level II"
I love my fiance. As I write he's teaching my younger brother how to play a game online. I don't know the game they're playing, nor do I want to know (I'm easily amused by mindless banter), but I hear random things such as: "amulet," "building an alliance," and "co-battles." Ah, quality time well spent.
He's such a dork. That's why I love him.
He's such a dork. That's why I love him.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Sycamore Canyon
Our recent road trip led us to a place called Sycamore Canyon. We hiked this area before, but this time we went with my youngest brother. We met a few friends on the way:
"En Garde"
Stolen food tastes better:
"No, let ME get out of the way"
The weather was so nice and water was freezing. We pretended to be brave enough to actually dive into the water when we got there, but we didn't. My brother was the only brave lil toaster out of our trio. 
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
"You Have No Excuse Not to Change the World"
There has been so much going on this month. For starters, I am officially certified as of last week to teach elementary and special education. It's a really weird feeling to have something I've been working so hard for. I am so thankful for the people that traveled miles and miles to share this experience with me. Especially my aunts, that braved the 101 and the 60 together, and my family, who braved the heat and 2 hour lines for the commencement ceremony-without so much as a complaint.My father told me a funny story at my reception. During the convocation my name was announced as student teacher of the year and my mom, fiddling with her camera, was so shocked that she shouted instantly, "HEY, THAT'S MY BABY!" He said people around them started giggling and laughing. ;)
Me receiving recognition for student teacher of the year: 
In case your wondering what the heck is on my cap, it says, "THX JACK." Jack is a nickname for my fiance and I wanted to thank him for being my cheerleader.
The Native American convocation was very beautiful. It was an honor to meet and receive a stole from Dr. Peterson Zah, former first president of the Navajo Nation. I've always wanted to meet him and he said to me, in Navajo, "Good job, congratulations, my child." Words can't really express how much these moments meant to me.
The Native American convocation was very beautiful. It was an honor to meet and receive a stole from Dr. Peterson Zah, former first president of the Navajo Nation. I've always wanted to meet him and he said to me, in Navajo, "Good job, congratulations, my child." Words can't really express how much these moments meant to me.
Me and mom:
Me and dad:
President Obama's speech verbatim: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/13/us/politics/13obama.text.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1
Of all the speeches, my favorite highlight was Mr. president Obama's speech. He put it best when he said, "You have no excuse not to change the world." That's why I chose the teaching profession. As a teacher you are constantly learning and education is continuous.
President Obama's speech verbatim: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/13/us/politics/13obama.text.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1
Friday, May 8, 2009
My Moccassins
No, I'm not trying to make a statement with this cheesy background. I wanted to put a blanket behind my moccasins to drown out the dull kitchen floor background, but I failed. My sister kept making me laugh because of my blanket selection at the time (wait, wasn't this her cat's snazzy blanket?!). Yes, I could have gone that extra step and actually looked for a decent background, but I was in a hurry/lazy. During the process I was shown (about three times) how to put the moccasins on and how to tie them. Since I'm clever, I video taped it so we wouldn't forget. I don't want to load the video because it's incoherent due to our laughter.
I must say, they turned out beautifully and I am so proud to wear them for my graduation.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Truer Words Have Never Been Spoken...
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt" - Abraham Lincoln
Think BEFORE you speak.
Turtle Fiasco-Educate YOURSELF!!!!
One of my biggest pet peeves is turtle trafficking. This week I had the pleasure of running into one. A strong feeling came over me, I guess how I would feel if I found out my child was being bullied.
This fine piece of work that was selling the baby turtles (which is illegal) told a family that was out of town to put the turtles in their luggage. I'm guessing he doesn't understand the impact of his ignorance, especially to helpless baby turtles!
Here is my letter to animal control:
To whom it may concern:
I am writing this email to inform you of the disturbing trend I see in Mesa. By disturbing, I mean horrific. Let me explain, about three years ago I stumbled upon a person selling baby turtles at a department store. The turtle was less than an inch, but the seller assured me the turtle would grow (diameter) to about the size of a soft ball. I asked about food, shelter, and care. I was told the turtles could stay in a 3in x 1ft container with a bit of water on the bottom. Food was to be given every two weeks, toughly 6 pellets were given to me. I took my two turtles home. The next day I went to Petco and asked about the turtles and food. There I was informed that turtles needed much more than a small container and 6 pellets. I was also told that the selling of baby turtles was illegal if they were under 4 inches (strange the seller did not inform me of this). I went to the location the very next day, but the seller was not there and I have never seen him since.
I returned to Petco and spent about $500 setting up a turtle shelter with: 25 gallon tank for 2 baby turtles, a water conditioner, an UVB light, a log for basking, water filter, food (fish, pellets, vitamins, calcium, etc), submersible heater, thermometer, etc.
I stress this because I cannot imagine how many people said, "This is way too much money for two baby turtles, let's put them in the river/lake/give them away/let them go/leave them." Luckily my turtles are very well taken care of because I chose to take that extra step to educate myself about them. These sellers need to be stopped as they are responsible for many deaths of baby turtles because they are not properly informing people of proper care AND what they are doing is illegal.
I urge you to, please, not let these dangerous trends continue in Mesa.
I recently stumbled upon a seller in Mesa: Thursday 4/16/09 at 6:42pm on Southern Rd. between Alma School and Country Club (south east of Westwood on Southern) in a Ford Ranger, Arizona license plate: XXX - XXX
I do not know his name, but he was in a tan truck with a number on the side for "Discount Junk Removal"- (480) 200-3331
The seller said he was there "every two weeks" and had "thousands" of baby turtles in his "back yard in a horse tank." I know it's not illegal to have turtles, but he was trying to sell them to myself and others (way under 4 inches) claiming the turtles did not need extra care. He also told people that were from out of town that they could "check them in their baggage" because "that how I got them back East." This atrocity needs to be stopped. I called the non-emergency police number, but they referred me to the Mesa animal control who in turn was not available, so this is my only recourse.
I appreciate your time and understanding. Please do not hesitate to call me anytime:
Dawn
(480) XXX-XXXX
XXXX.XXXXX@gmail.com
Your help is very appreciated.
Here is the reply from animal control:
Thank you for your concern about turtles. We too have noticed an increase in the illegal sale of turtles and have responded to various locations with various sellers. I did issue a written warning once to a young man up near Stapley/McKellips and I know we have been trying to find a woman also selling but sometimes they are gone by the time we get there. Using the information you provided we may be able to find this person so thank you for providing the license plate number. The legislature recently enacted a law making it illegal in Maricopa and Pima counties to sell any animal roadside, in addition to the federal and AZ Game/Fish violations being committed by selling turtles. I also left a voice message on your phone this morning. Again, thank you for the information. If you ever see anyone selling any animal roadside, please call 480-644-2268 immediately so we can respond.
Thank you.
Animal Control Supervisor
Mesa Animal Control
200 S Center, Bldg 2
Mesa, AZ 85210
This fine piece of work that was selling the baby turtles (which is illegal) told a family that was out of town to put the turtles in their luggage. I'm guessing he doesn't understand the impact of his ignorance, especially to helpless baby turtles!
Here is my letter to animal control:
To whom it may concern:
I am writing this email to inform you of the disturbing trend I see in Mesa. By disturbing, I mean horrific. Let me explain, about three years ago I stumbled upon a person selling baby turtles at a department store. The turtle was less than an inch, but the seller assured me the turtle would grow (diameter) to about the size of a soft ball. I asked about food, shelter, and care. I was told the turtles could stay in a 3in x 1ft container with a bit of water on the bottom. Food was to be given every two weeks, toughly 6 pellets were given to me. I took my two turtles home. The next day I went to Petco and asked about the turtles and food. There I was informed that turtles needed much more than a small container and 6 pellets. I was also told that the selling of baby turtles was illegal if they were under 4 inches (strange the seller did not inform me of this). I went to the location the very next day, but the seller was not there and I have never seen him since.
I returned to Petco and spent about $500 setting up a turtle shelter with: 25 gallon tank for 2 baby turtles, a water conditioner, an UVB light, a log for basking, water filter, food (fish, pellets, vitamins, calcium, etc), submersible heater, thermometer, etc.
I stress this because I cannot imagine how many people said, "This is way too much money for two baby turtles, let's put them in the river/lake/give them away/let them go/leave them." Luckily my turtles are very well taken care of because I chose to take that extra step to educate myself about them. These sellers need to be stopped as they are responsible for many deaths of baby turtles because they are not properly informing people of proper care AND what they are doing is illegal.
I urge you to, please, not let these dangerous trends continue in Mesa.
I recently stumbled upon a seller in Mesa: Thursday 4/16/09 at 6:42pm on Southern Rd. between Alma School and Country Club (south east of Westwood on Southern) in a Ford Ranger, Arizona license plate: XXX - XXX
I do not know his name, but he was in a tan truck with a number on the side for "Discount Junk Removal"- (480) 200-3331
The seller said he was there "every two weeks" and had "thousands" of baby turtles in his "back yard in a horse tank." I know it's not illegal to have turtles, but he was trying to sell them to myself and others (way under 4 inches) claiming the turtles did not need extra care. He also told people that were from out of town that they could "check them in their baggage" because "that how I got them back East." This atrocity needs to be stopped. I called the non-emergency police number, but they referred me to the Mesa animal control who in turn was not available, so this is my only recourse.
I appreciate your time and understanding. Please do not hesitate to call me anytime:
Dawn
(480) XXX-XXXX
XXXX.XXXXX@gmail.com
Your help is very appreciated.
Here is the reply from animal control:
Thank you for your concern about turtles. We too have noticed an increase in the illegal sale of turtles and have responded to various locations with various sellers. I did issue a written warning once to a young man up near Stapley/McKellips and I know we have been trying to find a woman also selling but sometimes they are gone by the time we get there. Using the information you provided we may be able to find this person so thank you for providing the license plate number. The legislature recently enacted a law making it illegal in Maricopa and Pima counties to sell any animal roadside, in addition to the federal and AZ Game/Fish violations being committed by selling turtles. I also left a voice message on your phone this morning. Again, thank you for the information. If you ever see anyone selling any animal roadside, please call 480-644-2268 immediately so we can respond.
Thank you.
Animal Control Supervisor
Mesa Animal Control
200 S Center, Bldg 2
Mesa, AZ 85210
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Obama is My Hero
This week I found out that the President of the United States, Mr. Obama, will give the upcoming commencement speech at Arizona State University.
The date for the commencement was originally on Thursday the 14th of May, but when I went to order invitations I was told it had been changed (location unknown) to Wednesday the 13th. I was upset because I told relatives the date and time beforehand. I thought, 'why would ASU tell us at the last minute?' It was officially announced as of last week.
I couldn't believe it and reread the Sun Devil news over and over. What a pleasant surprise! There are so many wonderful happenings mid May! Stay tuned..
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