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Name: Bristol Birthday: 1/19/1980 Gender: Female
Interests: Teacup Schnauzers, Dog sweaters, Learning how to make beaded jewelry, and Books on tape. Expertise: Reference Interviews with people who can't form full sentences. Occupation: Education/training Industry: Education/Research
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| Like I told some friends earlier. There have been certain things since we've moved to the west coast that we meet with either "Rock on California!" or "You stink California!". I've have just found the biggest "You stink California" we've run into yet...
TICKS!
Ugh! The absolutely last thing I really want my dog to have to deal with is ticks. Tonight I had her on her back on my lap while I looked for her "tickle spots", those spots that get her back legs pumping. While doing that I found a flea. Uh oh, but no big deal because I can handle those, she'll get a flea bath and all better. Well the flea was running from me and I couldn't get a good grip on it and it was headed south. That's when I noticed a lump on her bottom. It was almost the exact same color as the skin around ....well...how can I put this nicely...her poop shoot. I thought it was a wart, I thought maybe it was a little left over that didn't quite clear the take off, then I knew what it was. Dang it!
Now it's not like we live in the middle of the wilderness! This neighborhood is actually quite comparable to the neighborhood we lived in in Michigan. Except that grass is apparently a luxury that only some can afford. The yards around here are a little more rugged than those in Michigan. So I guess in a way, it really is wilderness. With all the benefits! This is the second tick she's gotten since we left for California. The other one was at a Super 8 motel in Nebraska, and again, scrubby grass was the culprit.
And it's not like you can just flick ticks off with your fingers. So I went to my friend who knows a lot about ticks....the interweb. You've heard the match trick which my friend the interweb says doesn't really work and I wasn't about to take a match to my dogs pooper. And basically the only other option was to get some tweezers and pull it straight off. Ok, I can do that but Ben had to hold her for me cause I know if I don't get it the first time, Jodee's not going to give me a second chance. So he held on to her while I got situated and on the count of three I pulled.
I pulled kinda hard. But that was somewhat purposeful, I can't pull lightly hoping it comes off because like I said, if I hurt her she's not going to let me do it again. So I pulled hard and she yelped of course and as soon as we knew we got it we let her go. She immediately bolted to the other end of the couch and then immediately came back to be comforted by the one who hurt her in the first place. On inspection the tick took a little piece of skin with it. So then we checked her and it did bleed a little bit but it was more of a scrap than an open wound so we put some antibiotic ointment on it and called it good.
So we felt her up for any more suspicious lumps and have decided to take certain steps. 1) She'll get felt up after every walk for anything suspicious but also for any dirt or burs she brings in as well (I'm sick of stepping on burs in the house!) and 2) we'll be using a topical flea and tick deterant on a regular basis.
Welcome to California Jodee, sorry it stinks! | | |
| For almost 6 years now, the routine of my life has been work, home, church, work, home, church, rinse and repeat. That's why looking back on the past few weeks really blows my mind. Here's a few days in May to reflect on.
May 9th: Living in Michigan, working in Flint until I resigned my position with the library May 10th: Unemployed and packing and partying with friends May 11th: Unemployed and packing all of our worldly possessions into a 22 foot truck. May 12th: Left Michigan, homeless and unemployed in Nebraska. May 13th: Homeless, unemployed, and driving through crazy mountains in Utah until 4 in the morning. May 14th: Homeless, unemployed, and winning $25.90 at the slots in Reno, Nevada May 15th: Living in California, still unemployed, and unpacking a 22 foot truck in 100 degree weather.
Yeah, I'm sure there are more world shattering moments in our life and some of them can happen in the blink of an eye. But for us, being otherwise stable boring people, this was a big deal.
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| (I'm reposting a blog I posted on another blog...I'm tired and unimaginative) One of the most worrisome but not oft talked about issues with moving away from the city and friends we have known for 10 years is the idea of making new friends. Not only do our old (aka "golden") friends set a high bar for any perspective future friends, but being relativly introverted means making friends can be even more diffcult than normal. I think I'm a little "friend-making" challenged, I just don't know what I'm supposed to do.
"Be open and honest with people". I think that's a horrible idea! I've tried it a couple times and most people said that the first time they met me I scared them. There's plenty of stuff peope don't really want to know about me, not even the friends I already have. "Hi, my name is Crystal and ignorant people bug me. How are you doing today?" Yeah, that one just really perks'em right up! Or my favorite, "I do my best thinking in the bathroom." Or:
"I think it's funny when my dog snores." "I get bored when people talk about themselves." "I like to read books, but I don't really like to discuss them." "I love shoes."
And where exactly am I supposed to meet people to be open and honest with? In the grocery store? Walking down the street? At restaurants? So I'm in the produce aisle and I see a guy checking out the tomatoes and I'm supposed to be like, "I make my own salsa!". Or when I'm walking down the street and see someone power walking passed me I can shout out to them, "I have a dog and she's real cute!". Or maybe at a stop light I can just roll down my window and say, "I bought this car from an old guy who died!". Why didn't I think of this before! I'm going to be swimming in friends!
This however, is not how I've made friends in the past. Not like I've made a ga-zillion friends. The last friend I made by inviting her over for a movie and then locking us both out of my house at 2 in the morning so that she was forced to offer me a place to spend the night until my husband got home with a key. I might just stick with that option, it's worked so well for me.
"Just be yourself". Yeah, great...if you like yourself. I personally am not very impressed with myself. Who wants to be friends with someone who would much rather read than try to come up with conversation that is bound to be boring? Who wants to hang out with a person who is either too quiet or too loud, doesn't like sports or politics, couldn't care less about the weather, doesn't have any hobbies, has either no opinions or far too many opinions, is easily bored with games or gets too competetive, and has no basic interests that can be shared in a group setting. I think we all understand that some people really shouldn't just be themselves, some people should try to be other people.
"Learn to listen". I've done this before. I've been very careing and listened a lot and not said anything. This seems to attract the clingy, needy, and self absorbed. Or just plain weird. I've had people who talk and the more they talk and don't get a response the more bizaare they get, and suddenly they're talking to you about being able to turn street lights on and off with their mind when they get in 'the mood'. And to be completely honest, I don't just want friends, I want cool friends.
Here are some ideas I have put together which I think are way better than those silly little sayings that your mom cross stiched and hung in your bedroom.
"Be a hero". Everyone likes a hero. If you've saved someone from accident or near death, they'll be your friend forever. I suggesting tripping someone accidentally on purpose and then catching them before they fall. Then, when they thank you profusely you can be very humble and most people like that a lot. If that doesn't work, the next time you see them you can push them in front of a car and then push them out of the way sacrificing your body for their safety. This has to work although it may make you dead.
"Stalk 'em if you like 'em". For this you have to be a little bit sneaky because you don't want to get caught. Getting caught makes enemies, not friends. Stalking means you need to find out everything they like, and don't like, and all the people they hang out with. Then, when you 'meet accidentally' you like everything and everyone they do. This works because most people are in love with themselves and will immediatly like anyone who is exactly like them. This is hard, however, because it means trying to find someone cool enough to be worth stalking.
"Be cool and mysterious". This works but you have to find the perfect balance of both cool and mysterious. I am very mysterious but it's often hard for me to be cool, that makes people not want to get to know me. If you're cool but not mysterious, sooner or later people are going to figure out that you're not that cool. To be both cool and mysterious the best thing to do normally is to lie. Say something like, "It's so hard to date famous men. The last one I dated got shot", when they ask questions, refuse to talk about it.
"Kidnap". The accidental kidnapping has been a proven friend maker in my time. This can be done by locking yourself or someone else out of their home. I also think this would work great in an elevator. You could accidentally spill your Big-chug on all of the buttons. Then you've got plenty of time to meet and greet while waiting for the rescue team to arrive. It works even better if the elevator does not get good reception, then people cannot ignore you by talking on the phone the whole time. Take advantage of the whole situation, remember firemen can be friends too!
Personally, I have not found very many people that are worthy of being kidnapped or almost killed. Plus, I just don't have the energy for most of these ideas. To be honest, as I move on to new places and new things, I'm going to stick with the old saying "If you want a friend, be a friend". It's a good saying and it actually helps me to remember it when I'm dealing with new people. To keep in mind that I need to be the person I most want to befriend. Someone funny, kind, and outgoing. I can't expect people to come find me so I have to go find them. I have to be the one to say "Hey, let's go get something to eat" or "Do you bowl?" or "Do you need help with that?" I have to keep my eyes open for the opportunities that present themselves. It's hard, it's not always fun, and it's not always worth it. But, if out of 100 tries, I get 1 genuine friend, then I think I'll be ok. | | |
| Last Sunday was the dedication of the new Doty Center and we happened to run into friends from college who we hadn't seen since their wedding (which was 3 weeks after ours about 5 and a half years ago) plus some other friends we hadn't seen in some unknown but large amount of time. We went out to eat with both of them and between the two couples there were 7 children under the age of 6 at the table. Ben and I tried our best to be helpful with the kids and understanding that with so many small hands, feet, and mouths at the table, things are going to happen, just roll with the punches. We left feeling like we'd just been through a tornado but it was pretty hilarious. But it really got me thinking, these two women who I knew in college didn't strike me as the Uber-moms they have become. They love their children...no I mean they LOVE their kids and yet they haven't lost their own identities. They are women who have goals for themselves, goals that include their children but are not guided solely by the needs of their children. People have ideas of what kind of parent they will be but I've come to the conclusion that no one really knows. There are some girls I thought would have 5 or 6 kids but seem content with 1 or none at all. There are some girls who can handle 4 kids at a time and never get flustered and others that start panicing when their one and only gets a runny nose. Their are parents I thought would coddle and spoil their kids who are in fact quite stern; and parents I thought would never put up with a rowdy child instead are very passive. You can say it takes a village to raise a child but I think that only works if the whole village has the same idea of what is and is not acceptable for a child. The only kids I feel really comfotible babysitting and diciplining are my nieces and nephews because I know what is and is not acceptable behavior and I know what their parents would do in the same situation. Even with Gretchen, who is autistic, I have a general understanding of how they handle her issues. I have learned that many of the ideas I have come from my parents and the fact that my siblings still follow most, if not all, of the rules and because I see my nieces and nephews, most if not all, becoming well behaved, obediant, and respectful people, I guess it works. So, for all my friends with children out there (and there seem to be more and more of you) here is a list of the Groves Rules for Child Rearing....maybe you better read through this before you ask me to babysit. #1 You should not interupt adults when they are talking. You're a kid, whatever it is, it's not that important. #2 If you are old enough to sit at a table for meals, you are old enough to learn to sit still, ask to be excused, and eat food without playing or crawling under the table. (Notice I did say "learn" meaning this is a continual process). #3 You will only be asked to do something once, it should be done immediatly. The second time you are asked, it tends to hurt. #4 Attitude can be disciplined the same way as inappropraite actions, watch that attitude! #5 "No child left behind" means everyone does chores. When you can dress yourself you can help put clothes away and when you eat at the table you help clean up even if it means just taking your own plate to the kitchen. #6 It's ok to make mistakes, everyone makes mistakes. Consequences are also ok. There are always consequences. Learn from your mistakes. #7 If you did something stupid and got hurt, you're not allowed to cry about it or ask for sympathy (see #6) #8 Whining is strictly forbidden. #9 Temper tantrums are strictly forbidden. #10 There is a time for play and a time for work, your job as a child is to learn which is which. There are 2 main values in the Groves Method. Obediance and Respect. Do as your told and don't cop an attitude, everything else falls under learning from your mistakes. Groves Method understands that childhood is the opportunity to learn to be an adult before we send you out into the real world to fend for yourself. | | |
| I haven't been blogging because I figure everyone will get bored with me talking about how much I hate my job which is about all I got going for me right now. But I will say this. 1) Inventory is a great workout. I haul around a 300 pound book cart, I lift heavy refernce books, and I do this several times a day. I work up a sweat seriously. 2) I gave up most sugery things like candy and dessert for Lent. I didn't give up sugar all together because I still put it in my coffee which is down to about 2 or 3 cups a week, but I drink diet pop so that's cutting more out as well. 3) I'm wearing 5 pound ankle weights when I walk my dog, which can almost kill a person when it's icy out but again, it's a good workout. All in all, I'm about 4 pounds away from what I weighed when I got married, I haven't been that lean since....I got married. Awesome. | | |
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