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Snug Pet Resort and Hospital saved my kitty's life!!!!!


THANK YOU!!!!


If you live in Southern California, you must take your pets to Snug Pet!!! They are amazing.

Our cat, Dominic, is an 11 year old FIV+ cat with Stomatitis. The only "cure" for stomatitis is to have all of his teeth removed. That can run between $2500 and $4000. I don't have that kind of money. So we took him in for the affordable shots to reduce the amount of pain he's in, but now those inexpensive shots are too expensive for us.

Other than his Stomatitis, Dominic is in excellent health even though he has FIV. So I started contacting local no-kill shelters. I must have contacted about 75 shelters. They all said they could not take him due to his age and health conditions.

Desperate, I contacted our vet and several vet schools to see if they could perform his surgery for low cost or even for free. I did not hear back from anyone.

His condition has gotten much worse. Excessive drooling, vomiting blood, inability to eat much, inability to groom.... I love my cat, but even I knew he was in too much pain to go on. So we did the dreadful deed of scheduling his euthanasia. It was scheduled for this Friday. Today, we got a phone call from our vet stating he'd perform the surgery for only $500 and a promise put up a good yelp review.

I'm so grateful. I would have probably spent a year listening to Dolly Parton's "I Will Always Love You" on repeat if Fri had turned out to be Dominic's last. I"m ecstatic that we get to keep our kitty!! I'm actually pretty sure Dominic could live to the oldest cat on record. and if not, the oldest FIV+ cat on record. I'm positive he'll live into his 20s if not 30.

So again THANK YOU TO DR. ASHBAUGH AND SNUG PET RESORT AND HOSPITAL!!!

http://www.snugpetresort.com/ <-- Take your pets here!!

what's up, sluts? my creativity, will and heart are waning. seriously. when did this happen? and life will never be the same again. my nephew has started film school recently and that has sparked some creativity in myself. I hadn't realized it was dead until hearing about him shocked it back to life.

It made me want to write again. Not journal entries like this, but really write. there have been a series of events that have led me to want to write a script or a book. but my sheer laziness has thwarted me always. I have 2 brilliant ideas already outlined in my head. My schedule of trying to digest every action put onto celluloid and every punctuation mark published has left me little time to do anything myself. It's a catch 22. It inspires me, but I can't act on inspiration when I'm too busy watching and reading shit.

My husband and 4 animals at home along with my volunteering and my recent stab at wedding planning have rendered me useless.

It's no wonder i was lured by meth at a young age. Although, I'm not doing quite as much, I'd like to be. I want to be doing more in conjunction with everything I'm already doing. the lure of meth and diet pills are calling me again. In all my years of sobriety, I have never felt the urge more than I have recently. Maybe it's because I quit drinking. Maybe It's because I had no adult supervision growing up. Maybe it's because I had an abusive childhood. Maybe it's because I was abandoned. The urge, the call is constantly there in some quiet form. it's screaming at me now. My response instead of resting is to take on more. I'm now hosting a baby shower too.

I should go to brent's cd release show tonight, volunteer tomorrow morning, prepare wedding notes, go to bride's house to go over final details of the wedding, watching football with my husband and friends, cleaning my house, doing laundry, finish getting supplies for baby shower decorations, find baby shower venue, OH yeah and get my dead tooth pulled out. my tooth broke and apparently it's too decayed to do anything but pull th fucker out. go figure. all this the week before I catch a plane to denver for my nephew's baptism.

ok. enough whining for now. I have shit to do.

as you can tell, I'm totally obsessed with Kopecky Family Band lately. I got to see them at the casbah a couple of weeks ago. they are awesome and really nice. If you haven't heard them yet, I highly recommend them.

I also saw batwings last week. The first time I've seen them without Robert and without Bryan. They claim to sound leaner and meaner, but I'm not claiming that. I don't like the new singer and I miss the keys.

in other news, i'm throwing/hosting Scarlet's baby shower. It's going to be a madhatter's tea party. should be pretty sweet. going to scout locations this weekend - babycakes or shakespeare's corner shoppe.

the wedding i planned this year is next month and I don't have a dress yet. Stupid San Diego weather.

i thought i lost my wedding rings on my 5 year anniversary, but it turns out they were hiding in the sheets. we did it up right. went to dinner, drinks on top of the hyatt, shout house, livewire. i met some cool folks at livewire AND he played Lesley Gore for me. bad ass.

trying to save money, but blew it by deciding to host this baby shower. will it ever stop? trying to be a better friend/person. i'm probably the most anti-social person on the planet. this talking to people and being friends is hard work. speaking of that - my last wine night failed when all of san diego's power went out. i'll have to organize a new ladies wine night next week.

seriously, kopecky family band. do it. you'll thank me. i've been listening non-stop and i keep finding more and more that i like. the embraces ep is a free download on their website. i highly recommend it.

I haven't written in a long time.

I haven't actually done much of anything in a long time. I'm hoping to finish The Orange Eats Creeps this weekend. Hoping I get some housecleaning done.

Today is Syndicate's last show ever. It will be crazy.

I'm excited to see Koepecky Family Band next month. and of course Tera Melos again in November.

I've been growing my hair out AND I am now leaving it in it's natural curly state. Yes, it's scary. Especially since it's in this weird in between state and I cut my bands way too short. I'm at a cross roads. Grow out bangs and have long curly hair OR get my hair permanently straightened and have bangs. decisions, decisions.

I recently got some unexpected cash. I got my security deposit back from an apartment that I lived in like 7 years ago. I sublet the place to my friend, Bryan, or more affectionately known as Cockface. He and a bunch of other dudes according to the owner trashed the place or whatever so I didn't get a whole lot back, but it's a good amount.

oh shit. I kinda just thought maybe I should get an iPad instead of the hair straigtening. Shit.

or maybe I should just save it considering my cat, Dominic, needs a hefty operation. and we are barely scraping by even though our loan modification when through. But I'm totally irresponsible so I'll probably just get the iPad. Although getting my hair straightened would save me thousands of dollars on hair products AND thousands of man hours trying to regulate this mop.

I'm turning 30 in November. I've got to get this roast planned now. It will probably have to be the weekend before my actual birthday as it's the wednesday before thanksgiving. So i'm deciding on whether to have it on Saturday night OR have it on Sunday after the bloody fucking football game.

But the more I think of it, Sunday is probably the best day despite the fact that I'll have to work the next morning. I guess I could ask for a half day on Monday and come in at like 1pm.

Tim is finally coming on board with this whole no baby thing. I will admit that there is a part of me that wants a kid, but for totally selfish reasons. For the living vicariously and the whole my kid is actually going to be cool and not an asshole, but neither of those reasons for having kids is a good one. The fact remains I would be horrible at the whole parenting thing. Tim is seeing that taking vacations and having money and sleeping are way cooler than a shitty kid that would probably call me a bitch.

Tim is also coming around to my big dog needs. He was walking our pekes once and someone snickered at him "those are manly dogs" and Lando probably tried to bite whoever said that. My husband is 6'7" so it's almost expected that he would have some huge dog. No. He wanted a maltese or a boston terrier. Then we saw Endor and it was all over.

I really want a Great Dane or a Borzoi or a Greyhound or an Irish Wolfhound. Basically all of the biggest dogs around. I volunteered for San Diego Humane Society's Fur Ball. it's like a big gala where they make most of their money. I was helping out during the live auction. a woman at my table bid $16,000 for an item. that is just to give you an idea of what this event is like. anywho, at my table this HUGE great dane - and most great danes are big, but this was big even for a great dane. the poor thing started peeing. He must've been holding it like all day, because the thing peed for like 5-7 minutes straight. This is not an exaggeration. seriously. I had to save some rich lady's purse and her dog from the river of pee headed their way. This makes me kind of not want a big dog. The size of their excrement alone is a big deterrant.

ok, lunch time.

later.

i'm in the middle of compiling a list of songs for my 15 year old niece, Cassidy. It's part of her xmas present.

i've been toying with several ideas. 100 songs that saved my life or doing several themed cds. themes like:
-let's get this starty parted
-girly music, but not vagina songs
-i hate myself, and i want to die (break-up songs)
-serious dance party (or songs to work out to)
-emotional landscapes (cinematic journies or songs i would put in a movie)
etc.

i'll start paring down the master list and then figure out if it's going to be a lazy 100 or themed. i am also planning on illustrating a book to go with it complete with lyrics and heartfelt stories about my experiences with the songs. I hope she likes it. I guess it's also for Christian, her brother. He's 19 and in jr. college. planning on going to film school. maybe i'll make him a separate cd - the emotional landscapes/cinematic cd one. hmm... if i have time.

i was just thinking "get out of here, dominic. you're always in my business." and then he looked at me and jumped off the desk. HE CAN READ THOUGHTS!!! i always knew he had special gifts.

"...stupid acting smart..."

So I was really sick. Still am I guess. I've been on Amoxicillin 500mg 3 x's a day and Promethazine w/ Codeine Syrup 1 tsp 4 x's day. It's pretty awesome. I left work early on Wed and didn't go back until Monday, because I don't have any more vacation days. I can't afford to stay home sick. I really hate that we aren't allotted any "sick" days. We accrue vacation time and that's it. so I won't have any vacation time to use for my Tempe, AZ weekend trip next month which kinda blows.

I'm listening to All Songs Considered Holiday Music Special 2010 on the web. Wham!'s Last Christmas is on like everyone's holiday music list. This song is gay. Seriously gay.

It is raining like a motherfucker like right now. It is loud. Crazy. I'm loving this non-southern-california weather. Loving it.

Christmas is such a non-event for me. I don't understand the love. People who decorate and get all sappy. I don't feel it. Maybe it's just me this year. I also really hate the recent ads that are mashing up regular old songs w/ xmas songs. It's making me want to beat old people. seriously. The last one I heard was crowded house's "our house" mashed up with jingle bells. Whom ever is concocting these should die now. (wait did I use whom right? the object? have no clue) I guess it's so non because I don't have children. However, I have a dozen nieces and nephews that I go crazy for xmas time.

This xmas list:
Christian - 3 movies (Annie Hall, Amelie and Little Miss Sunshine [hoping to attend film school])
Cassidy - 2 sets of Pjs and a mixtape (well, mix cd made by me. she also is in band and cheer like I was.)
Jonathan - itunes gift card
Daniel - itunes gift card (Jonathan & Daniel get the crap end of the stick. a) they're in Florida. b)their ridiculously wealthy great aunt spoils them rotten. there's nothing left to give them. seriously, jonathan just got a new car.)
Elizabeth - Calico Critters - the panda family and twins and Harry Potter Clue (to share w/ Brandon)
Brandon - Hot Wheels Stealth Rider and an Ultra Stomp Rocket
Karina - American Girl Doll clothes - molly's skating outfit and accessories
Ian - 2 Star Wars Lego sets (the Hoth sets)
Xander - Spongebob and Patrick in a small krabby patty car thing
Noah - a shake fire truck thing. (that was annoying to wrap. [shaking activates the noise and wrapping involved a lot of shaking.)
Heidi - Hello Kitty plush dolls (hello kitty, keropi, chococat and another one I can't remember the name)

from 19 years of age all the way down to 1 year.

Just got tickets to see Goodbye Blue Monday. I seriously thought they disbanded. But, I guess not. they're playing a show, and I'm excited.

I think I need to see a dentist. I really gotta start going to one annually.

my new foray into "girl" friends is proving tricky. There was a whole debacle about bachelorette photos posted on facebook. It was seriously retarded. Needless to say, the photos were posted and taken down in 48 hours. I'll also add that the photos were completely innocent. your regular old tame photos of people posing for cameras <-- only these photos contained alcohol and "partying". These I was forced to take down and yet the drunken, party photos of the wedding were kosher. I'll never understand "girls". It's the reason I never had any girl friends.

ok, I just realized I do have work to do. later, boners.

last weekend was crazy. way too much to do. Friday night, I went out to celebrate a friend's 32nd birthday. We had wine and snacks in her apt. Her apt is teeny tiny, but amazingly cute and in a great location. Right across the street from Balboa Park and a block from dog park. Friggin awesome. We went to December Nights in the park. It was insanely foggy. It felt like Halloween. It was kind of awesome. We went to Imperial House afterward. There was a cheesy lounge singer. Some drunk dickhole went up and tried to sing a Billy Joel song with him. It was classic and bad. All in all a fun night. I met a lot of her co-workers which means a lot of Seb's coworkers. I was introduced as a good friend of seb's and (elizabeth) got me in the divorce. I really liked her friend Sylvia and Antonio and this couple that I can't remember their name. Sylvia lives in LA and is starting her own clothing thing. webstore and then eventually her own line --- store is called Swagger without a cause. Antonio is from Panama and just a cool dude. The couple was rad. One of them was from Hungary and the other from the Netherlands. Every couple of years, they move to a new country. They're learning Portuguese now and hoping to move to Brazil soon. effing rad.

Saturday, I did some training at the Humane Society. Learned some of the finer points of clicker training and how to use the agility equipment and how to teach the dogs to use it. It was really cool. I worked with a whippet that day. I was convinced I wanted a whippet. But as always, I change my mind a lot. It's too far away to think about what kind of dog I want next, but I never cease to do research and learn as much as I can. I am sure I want a persian cat next. :D

Saturday night was my work xmas party. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was better mostly because of all the new people we hired. We did the Gondola thing again and ate at some french restaurant in Coronado - Chez Loma.

Sunday was Tim's work party. I learned how to play a new drinking game called spoons. That was fun. Tim got another season of the simpsons. I ate delicious, delicious pesto and mexican food. a strange combo, but the salsa was fucking de licious. it really was. I found out it was purchased from a market in City Heights. City Heights here I come. That salsa was seriously bomb.

Monday night, Syndicate opened up for Batwings at the Tin Can Ale House. There were 4 bands on the bill - a long night. Syndicate, Stickers, K-Holes and Batwings. All the members of Syndicate were ill, so it was a non-event for them. I guess it was lucky they were first this time. The singer for Stickers sounded like a female version of fred schneider. Sticker was punk? I guess. Whatever it was was not my thing. K-holes was along the same genre, but slightly better. Still not my thing. However I do love Batwings. I guess Bryan has a new project that I have yet to hear. I'll report when I know more.

My boss is gone until Jan. This is a good thing. Work is slow, but it gives me time to devour all things on dwell.com.

Finally watched Scott Pilgram vs. The World. The verdict is I loved it. :D I also watched License to Kill, 44 Inch Chest and Departures. I hate Timothy Dalton as bond - seriously the worst bond ever. 44 Inch Chest was different, but good. Worth a viewing at least. LOVED the way they talked and the subject matter. Departures was interesting. Kind of about preparing dead bodies and the ceremony/procedure involved in that in Japan.

It's ridiculously hot here. Seriously, why don't we have winter anymore? I'm so ready to move to Portland or somewhere forested in Washington. Rain, clouds, cold. I need it. I fucking hate the sun.

I watched The Notebook last night. Oddly, it inspired me to write. A novel, a screenplay - something along those lines. I have several ideas that I'm going to be outlining soon. It also reminded me of someone who will remain nameless.

Thinking about being Knives Chau or Edina Monsoon or Patsy Stone (if I can find an accomplice) for halloween next year. My Holly Golightly costume was wasted. No one got it. It was effing perf too. I should've headed to Hillcrest. Those queens would've loved it. I just finished reading Breakfast at Tiffany's. Holly in the book was really ... um. crude, vulgar, harsh, crass. I figured as much, but didn't realize the severity in difference. However, a lot of the lines in the movie are word for word. The general story is there, but it's not a love story. I hate how hollywood always needs a love story. I'm so anti. I guess it's why the Notebook inspired me to write. To write something more ... real.. or maybe realistic. maybe have the character make the seemingly wrong choices. I mean who's to say any of us has made the "right" choices. I think you have to believe that you've made the right choices for your sanity. I think it's why 1 out of 5 divorces is a result of facebook. If you're not certain of yourself, you'll always have that grass is greener on the other side mentality. You'll always be looking because you're not sure of your choices. and that's why despite bad choices, you just have to believe you made the right one to keep you sane. to keep you from always wondering what if. to keep you from losing yourself. to keep you real. i realize i may be insane. but at least i'm honest. always.

"...distant whispers in your ear..."

I'm so glad it's Friday.  This weekend will be a long one.  Tonight, I will brave the crowds and go to Balboa Park's December Nights to celebrate a friend's 32nd birthday.  We haven't been friends for too long, and I don't think I'll know anyone else there, but I think I'll have a good time.  Tim opted out saying he feels sickness approaching.  But with Tim he's always sick or getting sick or too sick to do anything.  I wouldn't be surprised if he texts me during the night to tell me I need to take a cab home because instead of picking me up, he'll be at the Hotel St. George show instead.  

Anywho, tomorrow morning I'm going to be at SD Humane Society all day.  Dog Activities and then doing agility training.  Should be fun.  But right after that, I have to rush home to get ready for my work christmas party.  I'm debating on driving myself, so I can leave early or just carpool with co-workers and endure it 'til the very end.  I'm leaning towards drive myself and skip out early.  We're doing a Gondola ride again in Coronado and then eating at Chez Loma. 

Sunday is Tim's work party.  He still works at the bar.  His christmas parties are much better despite the fact that I get to be the sober driver.  They're doing it in their bar again this year.  It gets pretty ridiculous, but they have an internet jukebox that I raid the minute I get there.  

and then there's football during the day.  I've actually been getting more accustomed to the whole football, or rather, Charger Sunday at the Flop.  (It will always be the Flophouse to me, despite their new frat moniker.)  It's not such a really? response anymore.  I kind of look forward to going and hanging with the boys.  I so rarely do anymore.  and now that we're all getting older.  It's hard to believe the Flop will exist much longer.  But leave it my college graduate friends to still be living in a dump working at best buy/ target/ papa john's.  i suppose i'm leaving out math teacher and water plant.  They all still live in that cesspool they've created.  but to be fair, as i was saying, the flop will not cease to exist for too long.  they've all separately grumbled about their living conditions and their desire to better them, but nothing's happening yet.  

My recent Flop-scapades include:
-justin finding dirty girl (and I mean dirty as in both senses of the word) panties - a couple a pairs from a couple of different skanks lying around in his room only to pin them to the wall as art.  He artfully hid the mustard and tapi (tapatio) stains.  well tried to hide those nasty, dirty, stained areas.  seriously.  gross
-i had my first Four Loko.  it was pretty awesome.  Seb and I were flying.  we were skipping around that place loving life.  we went to the Casbah later that night  to see clinic.  we talked to every random person in the joint.  even traded glasses with people.  Four Loko is like meth and mad dog.  Seb says cocaine and colt 45.  both are pretty good comparisons.  One Four Loko is plenty and only one Four Loko is required from like 8pm - 2am.  It's a shame I discovered this too late and now they're pulling it from shelves and taking out the caffeine.  Gay. 
-Habanero Cheddar.  Go eat some as soon as possible.  I had a block of it.  De-fucking-licious.  Now that I've started talking about it, I'm seriously considering buying a block of it as a gift for Elizabeth's Birthday tonight.  I realize only I would enjoy a gift like this, but I'm still seriously considering it.  
-Jesse sharting and then trying to blame the dog. 

I got off track.  Monday, Batwings AND Syndicate are playing the Tin Can Ale House.  This will be a good show.  But Tin Can is only a beer and wine joint.  and not really wine.  They have a plethora of beer choices and then it's just red, white or sake.  I might just drink Sake Monday night.  

Alright, I better actually finish reconciling this credit card statement.  later bitches. 

btw, I'm all about Kopecky Family Band and Bronze lately. Listen to the song Disaster (Kopecky Family Band). It's a seven-piece build up that's fantastic. The rest of their tunes are also quite likeable. I've also recently gotten into Warpaint and Sherlock's Daughter. The plight of getting old -- not having time/access to new stuff. I try. I also recently dl'ed a new bella union sampler. I only listened to the first few songs, but so far really good. The Czars dude went solo, and it sounds like The Czars. I also really got into Jon Hopkins - electronic one-man and machines/objects. good stuff.

dominic is alive -- he has stomatitis. he needs all his teeth removed, and we just can't afford the $2,000 - $4,000 procedure. so i've been wrestling with the idea of relinquishing him to a shelter. I'm still trying to find other options.

rio is doing well. she's come out of the closet more. and I mean that literally. she spends most of her time in my closet. but lately, she's been on the various animal beds and our bed. and a lot more vocal and playful. this is all good stuff.

endor possibly has a food allergy or hayfever. we're trying to figure it out. i took her off lamb and am now doing chicken. if chicken is no good, i'll try duck and then i'll try venison.

lando is my little bug. my snuggle bug, cuddle bug. he's a mama's boy. but he's still a shark. steer clear of him. unless you're me or my mom. my mom was able to pet lando this thanksgiving weekend. that was kind of awesome. i've kind of given up on training him. i'm convinced it's just bad blood and nothing will work. he really doesn't respond to any stimuli, negative or positive, and when he strikes is all random. he really is a shark.

i've been volunteering at the san diego humane society every weekend. dog activities. i toyed with applying for a volunteer position in their behavior and training, but the application and training process are very rigorous and i'd rather spend it with my own furballs. so, i'll wait on that. although, it would be amazing to learn.

my co-worker turned 27 today. we had cakes from ikea. um... yeah. the cake we had was more like a large round twix w/ almonds. not my thing. i hate chocolate. but oddly, i love nutella and chocolate glazed donuts. C'est la vie.

tim's band, Syndicate, just released their 2nd EP. they're doing well. i'm proud of him and the syndicate is not bad either. i'm the untitled cheerleader.

should I go christmas shopping tonight or should I do neflix and capote? tough decisions.

so tim ended up not being able to go with me to see Blonde Redhead last month, because of his liver cleanse. and now I'm not able to go with him to see Gang of Four because I booked a flight to Tucson to hang w/ Riisa that weekend. It's been too long, and she's getting married? i guess there's trouble, and it's a wait-and-see situation. i feel bad for her, but not really. i'm not that into the dude. we went to HS/grade school with him. truth be told, i don't know him now. maybe he turned into someone awesome, but i'm sure he didn't. my weekend trip in Feb will get to the bottom of this mess. ... bottom of this town --- that's a good song by the north atlantic. i'll listen to that when i get home. ..... home. we'll most likely lose our home. and somehow this doesn't bother me.

our xmas work party is sat. blech. not looking forward to it. but before that i'm doing agility training at SDHS (san diego humane society). that will be fun. work party = not fun. friday too much is going on, but i've already committed to hanging out for Elizabeth F's 32nd birthday bash. Hotel St. George is playing. Tim really wants to go to that, and he really wants to stop by the Alibi to drop off a CD for Brian. i like Brian, the bartender. he's a cool dude.

maybe i should do the bankruptcy thing? maybe i should win the lotto instead? maybe i should start playing? maybe i should shut the hell up and pretend i'm working 'til i have to go home?