It seems as though there are new school shootings every day these days. As a family member to a number of teachers, and an employee at a higher educational institution, I'm downright frightened.
Matthew,
I get to see my nephew tonight!!!
I’m a very emotional person. Try as I might to be less driven by emotions, most everything I do in life is dictated by my feelings. I laugh hard and I cry hard. That said, it is often very difficult for me to push feelings aside – even when I no longer realize I’m having them.
Remember that awesome game from grade school called “7up?” (The one where everyone in the class puts their heads down and later are asked to guess which, if any, student tapped them on the shoulder.)
Not sure if this email has any truth to it or not, but thought I'd pass it along to fellow pet owners out there. It certainly concerned me."I recently had a neighbor who had to have their 5-year old German Shepherd dog put down due to liver failure. The dog was completely healthy until a few weeks ago, so they had a necropsy done to see what the cause was. The liver levels were unbelievable, as if the dog had ingested poison of some kind. The dog is kept inside, and when he's outside, someone's with him, so the idea of him getting into something unknown was hard to believe. My neighbor started going through all the items in the house. When he got to the Swiffer Wetjet, he noticed, in very tiny print, a warning which stated "may be harmful to small children and animals." He called the company to ask what the contents of the cleaning agent are and was astounded to find out that antifreeze is one of the ingredients. (actually he was told it's a compound which is one molecule away from anitfreeze).
Therefore, just by the dog walking on the floor cleaned with the solution, then licking it's own paws, and the dog eating from its dishes which were kept on the kitchen floor cleaned with this product, it ingested enough of the solution to destroy its liver.
Soon after his dog's death, his housekeepers' two cats also died of liver failure. They both used the Swiffer Wetjet for quick cleanups on their floors. Necropsies weren't done on the cats, so they couldn't file a lawsuit, but he asked that we spread the word to as many people as possible so they don't lose their animals."
I'm pretty sure a company such as Proctor & Gamble wouldn't put such a toxic product out there for the masses. Still, I must say, when it comes to my pup's health, I'd rather not take any chances.
Read more about it here.
I LOVE Fall. One reason? NEW BOOTS!
As I sit here by myself today, in a completely abandoned office (…everyone and their mother took today off for some reason!…), I am reminded of a feature story that ran on "60 Minutes" this week. It was about how more companies are becoming pet-friendly (i.e. dog friendly).
After getting drunk and jumping into a panda exhibit for a quick petting session.
He's now hospitalized.
This is all kinds of wrong.
I was able to catch "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" tonight online. (Technology is freakin' awesome.) I sure hope the rest of the season is as great as the pilot. I'll definitely be tuning in.
Seriously, what's going on? I haven't been this much of a clutz since that time I simultaneously tripped over my golf bag and the construction rope on that outing with my fam. (My mom and I still crack up about that.)
Today was what can only be described as a crappy day.
Give me moths. Give me pill bugs. Give me ants. Give me spiders even.
Dear bathroom stall scroller,
I actually filled up my tank for just over $32.00 on the way home today. (That's at $2.19/gallon.)
It's a little after 7 p.m. on Tuesday, and I'm quite excited for the night ahead - despite the fact that I'm spending it alone. (Plus the pup.)
Four years ago today, on the first anniversary of 9/11, I was on a (very empty) plane with my bro headed home from my three-day move to California. My dad lay in a hospital bed, crying. He had just been diagnosed with brain cancer and was given less than 5 years to live.
It's Sunday night and I have yet to read my US magazine, which is supposed to come on Fridays. I thought having a subscription was supposed to guarantee that you see it before it hits newstands. I had to turn and look away when at the checkout at Meijer yesterday.
With horrible allergies and a weird cough that just won't quit, you could say I haven't been 100 percent today. That's not to say I'm sick. I'm just annoyed.
I woke up singing one of my all-time favorite T-town jingles this morning.
In lieu of A not being home in the mornings, I've taken to a new routine. I now do most of my beautifying in the bedroom, while watching TV. (I'm multi-talented.)
What is your feeling on sock length?
Well, I made it through my first full day as a pseudo-bachelorette. I relish my own time as much as the next guy, but I already miss my BP. Fortunately, I'll see him very soon.
I was asked to take pictures once again today at work. (To answer your question, no, I am not particularly anymore skilled in the art of photography than anyone else. I am just the sucker who said yes to taking a picture a long time ago and has henceforth become known as the College photographer.)
This must be what it feels like to have a child at Christmas. BP hasn't woken up this excited since this same time last year. A coincidence? I think not. College football has begun.
Harrisville, Michigan. It could, in fact, be the smallest town (or village) in the great mitten state. But, what it lacks in size, it makes up for in heart.
