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This is my mom, sharing a little sunlight with my dog, who happens to be biting her nose.
As of today, Jerry has his own blog. Technically, he doesn't write it, and it isn't written from his perspective, either; but I remembered that when I was first diagnosed with diabetes, keeping track of foods and numbers were the...
]]>What an awful title for a psychic music post! But rules is rules, right?
I lifted this of Natterings of a Derby Bear. God only knows where she got it.
RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag 20 friends (optional)
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.
6. Have Fun
IF SOMEONE SAYS, "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games - Of Montreal
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Sister of Mercy - Thompson Twins
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
The Flame - Arcadia
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Where the Streets Have No Name (Pet Shop Boys)
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
My Own Way - Duran Duran
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong
WHAT IS 2+2?
China Girl - David Bowie
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Princes of the Universe - Queen
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
City of New Orleans - Me First & the Gimme Gimmes
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Pump Up the Jam - Technotronic
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
These Fangs - Say Hi To Your Mom
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Let's Dance - David Bowie
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Too Much Information - Duran Duran
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Tony Randall - Bikini Kill
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Energy - The Apples in Stereo
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Sexcrime (1984) - Eurythmics
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Le Disko - Shiny Toy Guns
WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
A Day for Letting Go - The Charlatans
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Still Loving You - Scorpions
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Lies - Thompson Twins
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Time is a Lion - Joe Henry
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Lonely in Your Nightmare - Duran Duran
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Amanda - The Jazz Guys
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Situation - Yaz
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Catch - The Cure
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Woodstock - Alice Smith
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Together in Electric Dreams - Phil Oakey & Giorgio Moroder
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Bad Days - The Charlatans
Yesterday was the first day of the Chinese New Year. The Chinese year 4707 is the year of the ox. What's your Chinese zodiac animal and what does it say about you?
I'm a metal dog. This means that I like to play, I tend to wolf down my food, I can sniff things out, and -- while I may have a cast iron stomach -- feeding me onions will eventually kill me. ;)
What's the most complicated part of your life right now?
The most complicated part of my life, right now, is just taking care of my dog. He became paraplegic in July of 2007. It may not sound all that hard, taking care of a dog that can't walk, but when it happens, it's not always just the walking that's effected. First, there's the surgery. Then, in Jerry's case, there's the Cushing's that develops from being left on steroids too long post-surgery. Then there's the incontinence, and the digestive problems that develop, later. Pressure sores, being more prone to infections, and the realization that he can never be left at home, alone, because he can't feel whatever damage he might be doing to his back legs.
And, at the moment, the most complicated part of all is feeding him. It got to the point that his normal dog food was passing through almost as quickly as he ate it, so we switched him to a high-quality, grain-free food. But the nearest place we can get this food is 30 miles away, it's expensive, and it's winter. Sometimes, the weather won't permit making the trip, so I end up cooking for him until either the roads clear or we can get the food delivered from PetCo online. I don't mind cooking for him, at all -- and he seems to like it! -- but I don't know what I'm doing in terms of balancing calcium and phosphorus, or in terms of getting healthy, non-pancreatitis-producing fats into his diet.
There are times when I feel like there's no way I can fix the situation, and I just want to sit down and cry. Ultimately, though, I guess it comes down to experimenting, finding whatever works, even temporarily, and then being flexible enough to find something new when that solution stops working.
I'm hoping that his new vet can help sort the situation out. It's very difficult for me to accept that there may not actually be a solution.
No insurance. No cash that isn't already spent. No way in hell could I handle some dentist poking around inside my mouth without copious amounts of alcohol. That's the situation. What's compounding the situation is excruciating -- but, thankfully, fleeting...
]]>Finding free fonts can be super-easy! Finding free fonts with clear terms of use can be a bit of a chore. And that's the chore I'm working on this morning. Everything in this initial list was found via Fontleech, an awesome blog for folks who are broke, yet typographically inclined. The lone exception to that rule is exljbris, which is just awesome, period.
Now, on with the mini-list, 'cause I've got non-fonty things to do, today, like fixing glasses, adding RAM, and waiting for the UPS guy to deliver Jerry's dog food:
My mom is old. She has hiccups. A lot. Especially when she's eating. Sometimes, it's bad enough that she can't finish her food. But her nurse practitioner taught me this trick for curing those hiccups, and it's been perfectly effective; not only on my mom, but on other people I've tried it with, too.
When the hiccups start, ask the hiccupper what he or she ate at his or her last meal. If they're reluctant, press for an answer. Once they've answered that question, ask about the meal before that one. Proceed backwards through their meal history until either you've determined for yourself that the cure has worked, or they exclaim "Hey! My hiccups are gone!"
I've yet to see this method fail to stop a case of the hiccups, usually by the third question. And it's much, much simpler than strangling on a glass of water while trying to hold your nose and cover your ears. ;)
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This is my mom, sharing a little sunlight with my dog, who happens to be biting her nose.
There's nothing to see, here, folks. I'm too busy to start another blog. I'm blogging here and Powncing there, and, frankly, I spend more time drawing, these days, than I spend writing blog posts.
But there was something compelling about Vox. Maybe it's the built-in community and my sense of isolation at blogging into the void. Maybe it's the (lack of) cost. Maybe it's that oh-so-tempting import tool that would cause me to spend a month on cleaning up my language, alone. Or maybe it's because you Voxxers get some themes well before we TypePadders do.
Yes. Jealousy. We'll ascribe it to that.
And no-one wants to see that green-eyed monster, right?
Like I said: There's nothing to see here.