Domestic Geek

Ursa is not doing well. Marcus noticed that she hasn't been eating. It got to the point where she wouldn't eat a Meaty Bone dog treat or even her favorite ice cubes. I half exected to find her dead when I got home today. I've been a wreck the last couple of days. I stopped at PetSmart on the way home from work today and bought some small dog treats, some vitamins, and a couple of cans of soft dog food. I ran the hard dog food through the coffee grinder, mixed it up with a can of soft stuff, and have been spoon-feeding her all afternoon. She actually just ate a cookie, too. I hope she just had a little bug or something. She keeps losing control of her back legs, though. I hope that's just from being weak from not eating and the heat. I had to pick her up again to get her back in the house when she went out to go potty. I can tell she's lost a lot of weight. If she gets over this hump, I'm going to have to have Marcus help me build her a ramp to get in and out. I don't think she needs to be dealing with those stairs all the time.

She seems a lot perkier than yesterday. All she wanted to do was sleep on the comforter I put on the floor for her. Today she actually begged for a piece of the hamburger I made myself for lunch. I know she's an old dog, but I'm just not ready to let her go yet.

When I got to work on Tuesday, neither store had enough stuff on hand for me to do the prep I was supposed to do. I got to sit on my ass for over two hours while I waited to go to school. I wish I had had my laptop on me. I couldn't even start on this week's school project because it hadn't been assigned yet. I knew generally what to do and jotted down a few ideas, but couldn't actually start it as the format hadn't yet been discussed. So, I haven't gotten caught up yet on prep and I don't really care. If I don't get caught up until Saturday, so be it. Losers.

Well, guess I better get back to my school work. We have to make storyboards for television commercials for Campbell's soup. Whee!!! We have to complete two, I'm still on my first one, and our final exam is on Friday as well. No sleep for me the rest of the week. Yay!

This is a really MAD COW!!!! (link via The Working Mom) Don't click the link if you're easily offended by foul language.

I'm really worried about the big dog. She's not limping anymore, but now she's not eating or pooing. She won't even take a dog treat cookie. I hope she's not going to die soon. She's almost 12 years old and that's old for a large breed dog like a Malamute, but still, I don't want to lose her. I decided if she doesn't eat by tomorrow, I'll buy her some soft food to see if it is the fact that maybe she can't chew. *sigh*

1. How long have you had a weblog?
A little over a year. June 14, 2001 was my first post.

2. What was your first post about?
It was about people cheating at school and people being more worried about a grade than learning the material.

3. How many changes (name, location, etc.) of your weblog have there been, if more than one?
The name has stayed the same (it's soooo original, don't you think?), but it has moved once. It used to reside on freeservers, but now it's on my own domain on Marcus' friend's webserver.

4. What CMS (content management system) do you use?
Movable Type. It's pretty decent. There are some things I wish I could make it do (it probably does, I just haven't had time to figure it all out yet), but it works for now. It's definitely better than Blogger, the one I used first.

5. Do you read people who have both a journal and a weblog? Or do you prefer to read people who have all of their writing in one central place?
What exactly is the difference between a journal and a weblog? I'm so confused...
I just read the stuff I like.

Joe went to a pet store one day and was checking out the parrots when he noticed one that was half price. He asked the pet store owner why it was half price and the man replied, "Oh. That one. He grew up in a foul-mouthed family and all he knows are curse words." "Oh, I'm sure I can train him out of it," thought Joe, and he took the parrot home. Well, sure enough, not five minutes after he brought the parrot home, the bird immediately starts swearing like one of the Osbournes. Joe tried a whole number of tricks to get the bird to stop swearing -- screening Disney movies, playing soft music, offering the bird treats. Nothing worked. He scolded the bird, and the bird got worse. He pleaded with the bird, the bird got worse. Finally, in a moment of desperation, he grabbed the bird, stuck him in the freezer and closed the door. The parrot squawked and screamed for a few seconds, then got absolutely silent. Joe, worried that he might have hurt the bird, opened up the freezer door. The parrot hopped out of the freezer, jumped up onto Joe's arm, and said, "My sincere apologies if I offended you with my language. I will endeavor to reform my vocabulary in the future." Joe was shocked at the change in behavior and couldn't figure out what came over the bird. The parrot then glanced nervously back at the freezer and added, "By the way, what exactly did the turkey do?"