Memories.....

First, what a beeyoutiful day it is out there! 74 degrees. I have that high feeling like you get on the first really nice days in Spring after a long cold winter. It is so uplifting. If every day were like today, there would be no need for Prozac.

Yesterday and today I got the yard cleaned up. Drained the pond, raked up the leaves and monkey brains and pitched them in the ditch. Then I mowed the back. I mowed the front yard today. The yard is all ready for winter. I still need to do a little work on Brandy's garden. God, I miss you Bran.

Went up to Mom's old house today to help her get the last of the stuff and bring it back to the new house. We really got a lot done and now we only have to take the garbage to Rumpke. Mom gave me a "memory box" full of old pictures of me as a kid, my grandparents, etc. I teared up a little when I opened this little jewelry box and it had her old charm bracelet inside. She had written a note that explained what each charm symbolized and put that in the box, too. She also kept my SAT tests from second grade. I was far above average in everything!! Not so dumb after all, eh? Plus my first grade report card, that had me at or above average in everything, the only things I needed to improve on were self confidence, and speaking out in a group. Same old girl today.

I have been studying French a little. I got that French magazine with an interview with Ron Perlman and had to translate it. That was hard, but I started to enjoy it. The French language is really strange, where several different words mean the same thing, and some words mean lots of different things depending on the context of the sentence. You really have to know what the speaker is trying to say in order to get it right.

Nothing really new to report about Ron Perlman. Hope he is doing well and having a good time.

I am still looking for a job. I am still seeking my purpose, though I have come to several realizations about that. I am who I am.

Peace out,

Awesome?!

Yesterday the guy from the MRDD that I interviewed with called. Of course, I had already come to the conclusion that I did not get the job since it had been almost three weeks since the interview. Well, he told me that it was a very tough decision, but they had offered the job to someone else. He said that I was an awesome interview and had a very impressive resume three times. I think he was really being sincere because he was almost apologetic about it all. I choose to believe that I wasthisclose to getting the job, and that they really did like me. I was beginning to feel like maybe there was something wrong with me or my resume, and then he called and was so complimentary that I feel a lot better now. Time to move on and keep looking. I think I will go insane if I don't find a good job soon.

Got my flu back on Monday, and sat on my butt all day Tuesday and Wednesday, too sick to get up. Watched Ron Perlman movies and rearranged my RP collection - put some article printouts away in the binders, etc. Got How to go out on a Date in Queens this week! Also ordered a French magazine with an article of Ron. Ah, Ronnie, I feel so much better after watching your movies all day!

Wednesday I did have to go down and check the cows. Hiway had been acting strange and I said I think she is coing to miscarry her calf. Sure 'nuff. I go down there and she has a dead calf, very premature but fully formed. She looked sad so we had a talk. Yesterday she still hadn't passed the afterbirth, and today Chip and I got her in the barn and gave her a shot of penicillin. I found some ob gloves (thank God) and went in to see if I could get hold of the placenta. I spent about half an hour pulling out enough of it so I could get some boluses into her uterus, then put four of them in there. Thought we would call Luann tomorrow and get some oxytocin to induce contractions, but when we got home and after I showered I checked my veterinary manual and it said that there is no evidence that oxytocin actually works in this case. Well, I know it worked with Tanggie, but we decided to give Hiway time to expel the placenta herself. We will just keep on popping her with penicillin. And my hands... the smell is horrid! Not as bad as with Tanggie, who had that dead calf stewing in her for a week in 100 degree weather, but pretty foul. Thank God our noses are still stuffed up. I have to go get some FDS from the store. Hmmm, yes, I could have been a vet. Actually was going to be a vet, but then decided that it was something that I could not do emotionally. Remember, I am an empath. I could not take on all of those hurt, scared animals emotions and keep it together. I cried when someone I don't even know had their dog put to sleep. Don't think I could do that for a living. But I do love to work on our animals. Too bad cows don't have ob-gyn's.

Getting late, best go. Still have my dreams, still want to meet Ron Perlman, still need a job.