so i’ve been googling fetus pictures for an art project. it’s all well and good and i’ve been finding some pictures that will work prett…
so i’ve been googling fetus pictures for an art project. it’s all well and good and i’ve been finding some pictures that will work pretty well. except in my search i also keep finding pictures of partial-birth abortion fetuses. i’m what i like to call a “pro-choice pro-lifer” (i could never bring myself to have an abortion but who am i to say that no one else can). the pictures are gross. and sad. and i really have no desire to see them even in passing. doesn’t google have a filter?
Holy moley green guacamole things have been busy lately! Lots of work and lots of family stuff has made it a wee bit difficult to get …
Holy moley green guacamole things have been busy lately! Lots of work and lots of family stuff has made it a wee bit difficult to get around to putting up any work or commenting on anyones work, or even singing into Redbubble lately. Add all of that to the fact that I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping and you’ve got a recipe for disaster more annoying than a weekend long marathon of Ben Affleck movies. (Which, as you might imagine is AMAZINGLY annoying!) Anyway, hopefully I’m entering a bit of a downspell and hopefully that’ll mean throwing something up on here more often. Hopefully. I don’t like making promises, so we’ll just stick with hopefully. Hopefully is good. Hopefully leaves the door open for failure, and since failure is a very real possibility at this point I think I’m making the right choice in leaving it open. While I was away I sold a couple shirts (many thanks to whomever bought those) and fellow Bubbler ROBIN MONROE who is a beck of a talented painter, bought a card featuring my SAILING THROUGH HOKUSAI art. Thanks Robin and I hope you like it. Before I wrap this up, my wife has been snapping some pictures of me early in the morning and we think that we’ve discovered the reason I’m not getting any sleep. The stupid cats seem to think my head is their bed. (Don’t give me any guff on the black and white stripped quilt. I’ve had it since I was a kid, it’s ugly as sin, it needs to be thrown away, I’ve heard it all from my wife more than once. I’ll tell you the same thing I tell her…it’s not going anywhere. That’s right, I’m a thirty year old Linus. Deal with it.) Steve! /
sick / throwing up / awsome not so miserable. when will this go away ;(
sick / throwing up / awsome not so miserable. when will this go away ;(
BOSTON – Me-ouch! Veterinarians on Tuesday performed an unusual surgery to reattach the face of a cat they believe was injured by a car’s…
BOSTON – Me-ouch! Veterinarians on Tuesday performed an unusual surgery to reattach the face of a cat they believe was injured by a car’s fan belt, probably because she tried to stay warm under the hood. Edgar, a 4-year-old long-haired feline, went missing from her home in Winthrop for three days last week. When she finally came home, her owner found her in her litter box — with part of her face dangling from her head. “When her owner saw her face, she passed out,” said Elizabeth Kendrick, a surgical technician at Angell Animal Medical Center. The owner, who asked not to be identified, recovered from the shock and rushed Edgar to an animal hospital. Remarkably, Edgar suffered no major blood loss nor any permanent nerve damage from her accident. She just needed to have her facial skin stitched back on during an hour-long surgery, according to veterinary surgeon Michael Pavletic. “And she should be fine after this,” Pavletic said. Besides the skin hanging from Edgar’s face, Edgar seemed normal, Kendrick said. “She was purring and sticking her head up so we could pet her,” Kendrick said. “She even tried to chew at her skin. I’d never seen anything like it.” Pavletic reattached Edgar’s face using about 35 stitches. She came through the surgery with no problems, though she looks as though someone punched her in the eye. “She’ll need to take some medicine but I don’t anticipate her having any problems,” Pavletic said. Bonnie Beaver, a professor of small animal clinical services at Texas A&M University, said such animal injuries are extremely rare since cats are usually killed instantly from car fan belts. “She may have problems later,” Beaver said, “but the cat was saying, `I may have lost this life but, by golly, I have eight more.’”
That was my GROSS, not NET, income for 2008 At least $200 That’s how much I spent on formula and baby diapers. So, now, when I say…
That was my GROSS, not NET, income for 2008 At least $200 That’s how much I spent on formula and baby diapers. So, now, when I say I am poor, kindly do not think that means I siimply cannot afford all the mocha lattes a body can handle. Thank you!
it’s been forty degrees for the last three days and its meant to stay like that until the start of next week :0 seriosuly, what is any…
it’s been forty degrees for the last three days and its meant to stay like that until the start of next week :0 seriosuly, what is any good about summer? you can only get so cool by taking off clothes before you get arrested or you can go to the beach and get sunburnt or sit at home in front of the air con. what’s to like? excuse me im not happy with the quality of this product / may i have a refund?
/ Here’s a teaser. . . / *Patty can photograph anything beautifully- S…
/ Here’s a teaser. . . / Patty can photograph anything beautifully- She has flowers, woods, buildings, animals- and it’s all done wonderfully! / Do yourself a huge favor and spend some time in Patty’s place. You’ll be thanking yourself when you do!
Saturday, June 20, 2009 – I am now much more at ease with the fact that I have all of the kittens inside & in my care. They sleep in the …
Saturday, June 20, 2009 – I am now much more at ease with the fact that I have all of the kittens inside & in my care. They sleep in the carrier at night & during naps in the daytime but at least 3-4 times during the day, as I had been doing with Elora & Spackle, I bring them into the bathroom where they can be sequestered yet roam free, so to speak. They are all feeding well from the syringe of milk in place of Mama’s breastfeeding but Elora is the only one who has adjusted to and, in fact, is quite eager to get to the bowl of canned cat food when it is time to eat. This is not surprising given the fact I have had the most contact with Elora. It is now Saturday afternoon and as the day wears on the foreign object in Hamish’s wound becomes more bothersome to me. It seems to me that it cannot be a bullet, given the soft texture, as a bullet would not have decomposed so quickly within a living organism without some sort of chemical breakdown, etc. Therefore, it must be something else. I really had no idea at the time what that something might have been, but I decided at that juncture that it simply could not wait until Monday to be resolved. I picked up my beautiful little Hamish & made sure I had all the supplies I thought I would need: cotton balls, the Hibiclens I had been using, and some tweezers. I began to stretch the circumference of the wound around the foreign object to make it large enough to pass the object back through it. Once it seemed I could wiggle it out, I began to gentle press from the opposite end of the bump underneath Hamish’s skin in order to force the object out. When it was protruding far enough out to get a sturdy hold on it with the tweezers, I did just that. I continued pushing from the back end and pulling on it with the tweezers. This is where it got weird, fascinating, and gross all at the same time. As I continued to pull the object from Hamish (during which he gratefully licked my hand thank you very much!) it began to twistingly unravel – sort of like a cinnamon bun does if you were removing it directly from the canister. It just kept getting longer and longer. Some people may have stopped pulling or even dropped it in shock but I just kept pulling & I know my eyeballs were probably an unnatural size indeed. When the whole of it finally came out I set it on the counter & had to quickly tend to Hamish who had a profuse amount of blood & pus gushing from the wound. Now I had to try to find a towel or tissues or something close by to wipe that up while keeping Hamish still enough, as now that the big nasty was out of him he decided he wanted to get away. During my frantic search for something to tend to his wound further, I notice that the big, plump of worm which was not longer long and twisted was in fact still alive, pulsing in and out upon my bathroom counter. Now I am freaking out, because I have the 3 other little kittens playing on the floor of the bathroom. I certainly cannot have this nasty thing drop on the floor as the first thing they will do is run to investigate & play. My hands are too busy to deter them at the moment. So, I holler to hubby to bring me a container. He says, ‘What do you mean a container?’ I say, _ ‘Any container! Any container will do! Just bring me one please!’_ Well, as always ladies & gents – be careful what you wish for. In my lack of specificity, I received the largest & most giant bowl we had in our home for the plump pulsating nasty worm on the counter. It was far too large; however, I could not fault my dear hubby as I did say to bring me any ole thing, didn’t I? As he rushed into the bathroom, careful not to let any of the little critters out; curious & skeptical I’m sure about what he might be getting himself into, he peaked around the sink to see me tending to Hamish. He then looked at me questioningly as if to say, ‘What the hell did you need this for?’ I gestured toward the plump pulsating nasty upon my bathroom counter & proceeded to tell hubby that that is what was infecting my poor little Hamish & could he please get it into the bowl before it rolled off the counter onto the floor & attempted to infest another one of my kitties? He gave me the ever popular ‘crazy look’ & shook off several whole-body shivers. He took the bowl out by the back door. Then he returned to me in the bathroom, where I had almost finished cleaning up little Hamish to say to me, ‘You know you’ve grossed me out for the whole day, right?’ As if I had planted the plump pulsating nasty just to elicit such a reaction. LOL It’s not as if I was any less grossed out. I just had to remain objective until such a time when I could express my grossed-outed-ness! Poor little Hamish wouldn’t have benefited much if I had flaked halfway through pulling out the nasty & just left it to suck or creep itself back in, now would he? Much to hubby’s horror, I placed the nasty in a small Tupperware with a lid in order to take it to Dr. Rutter on Monday, since I did not know what it was or if it would affect the treatment Spackle & Hamish were receiving/should be receiving in the future. The rest of the weekend went well & without incident. By Sunday afternoon, Hamish’s wound had closed over & he was a whole different kitty. He was eating much better, playing ferociously, & it warmed my heart to know that I had helped him in doing what I did – even if I committed the tragedy of grossing out my hubby. Monday was fairly uneventful as well. I took all the kittens up to Dr. Rutter’s as well as the nasty specimen – which was still alive. I was told that it was a Wolf Worm. Dr. Rutter’s ever helpful staff gave me a specimen jar & told me to take it with me the following day, in case Dr. Geren wanted to document it. I went home & did tons of research on the Wolf Worm or at least attempted to & waited for Tuesday to come.
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