Just call me the....Bionic Woman!

Well I got my new ACL yesterday. Didnt hurt a bit! lol I was out obviously. Still doesnt hurt 36 hours later. I'm Jaime Sommers now, super fast and I make that cool noise when I move.

I love the whole pre-op experience. Everyone is sooooooo nice to you. My nurse was a fabulous queen who called me little sister and made sure I was comfy. The anesthesiologist was hott and American and he let me keep my lip ring in. (bonus!) And he gave me tons of drugs so I wouldnt puke afterwards (another bonus!), cause I'm a big puker after surgery. And of course my ortho is absofreakinlutely adorable. I <3 him. For real.

So of course I cant wait till the unveiling on Tuesday when I go for my first post op visit....

















I'll get better pics when he actually unwraps it all the way. I cant wait to see it! Ok, I'm sleepy, still got that post anesthesia hangover. Time for a nap.

The Proof is in the Pudding.

Ok, I finally got it on video. Remi having what I believe to be a siezure.

(Since no one was able to tell me how to do that linky thing to a previous post, see here for the origional story. http://queenofthedogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/somethings-wrong.html )

I've posted it on FB and gotten lots of responses and the overwhelming thought is Canine Epilepsy. I sent the video to his vet and she is supposed to get back to me with her thoughts. Man, I really dont want to put my boy on meds. Phenobarbitol aka: peanutbutterballs is gonna make him a slug. At least thats what I'm afraid of.

Ok, heres the video. Its sad but not too bad. My poor puppy.


And some details:

He's not quite two years old...September 23rd is his 2nd birthday.

He cant open his mouth when its happening.  Its clenched shut.  His head also shakes a bit, I dont know if you can see that in the video.

He seeks me out (as you can see on the video)

He is aware the whole time...his tail is wagging and he's lookin right at me.  He does have a scared look to his eyes tho.

It doesnt last more than a minute and it always is the front legs affected.  Sometimes worse than this video.

Its happened about 8ish times in the past year.  (that I've seen)  This is the first time I've gotten it on video.

It may happen again tomorrow, next week or two months from now.....no rhyme or reason.

He is perfectly fine afterwards.  And Before them as far as I can tell.

If anyone out there has any input, feel free. I'm taking all advice at this point.

I love ya Remi-Roo no matter whats wrong with ya. I'm in it till the end.

Ummm, I just wanted to order a pizza...

Ordering a Pizza in 2012

This is absolutely hilarious, but the scary part about it
is that it's probably not too far away from being reality,
providing Obama has his way with socialized medicine,
and digitizing medical recording.

Want to know how to order a pizza in 2012? Click the link
and see. Turn up the volume, listen closely and watch the pointer!

http://aclu.org/pizza/images/screen.swf

My Other Half

My sister is back for a visit from Boston. She just moved there about 2 1/2 months ago. (I cant figure out how to connect the old post I wrote about when she left so maybe one of you would be nice enough to tell me how.) I new I missed her but didnt realize how much until she arrived back here. She is so crazy. I missed the crazyness. I missed the shared knowledge of "everything" that you have with someone you grew up with. We talk all the time when she's gone, but it just isnt the same as face to face time.

She's following her dream up in Boston. Trying to put together a portfolio of her photography work. I hope it works, I hope she can make a living doing something she loves. She's got a great eye and I LOVE her work. The best part is that I'm not the only one who loves her work, a lot of people do and that can only bode well.

She's been here since Thursday and I've had too much to drink on two nights already and more partying on tap for today and a few other nights this week. My liver does hate me. Its worth it though. I've got to cram all the fun into 12 days. And I'm actually getting jipped cause I have surgery this Friday so I'm thinkin I wont be partying too much next weekend.

But like true sisterly love, she's takin me and picking me up from my surgery and I suppose she'll tend to my sorry ass that first day. =) I appreciate she's gonna give up a day of her vacation and dote over me.

I love all my brothers and sisters very much. (and there are a lot of 'em) But Gingers my "other half" if thats possible with a sibling. She knows more about me than ANY other person on this earth.

Party on. Sunday Funday is up next.

I want to share some of her work with you. I only picked a few out of hundreds and hundreds of beautiful thought provoking pics. (she has started taggin her photos, thats the watermark you see. I guess so they cant be stole'd from facebook and such.)

She loves the buddha stuff


a painted pony


Tortola


When it absolutely, positively must get there... She has the wonderful ability of catching people "moments".


Makes me smile, a lot.


Some can move me to tears


unbelievable sunrise in Chicago


thats Lola, my niece and Jake & Remis cousin. =)


And this is my amazing sister, the photographer.

P-House, the glory days of youth

I saw this quote the other day, "Youth is wasted on the young" and it is soooo true. As a kid I hung out. Thats what I did. I went to school, went to practice, went to hang with my friends, went to the movies, went to the beach club in the summer and did pretty much what I wanted within reason. And that my friends was my life. I had a fabulous childhood. I would go back and do it again in a heartbeat. In fact its days like today when I wonder what the fuck I'm doing with my life that I want to go back and do it all again. and again. and again. I never wanted to grow up. I liked being young. I liked it at the time and I new I liked it. I still dont feel grown up. Psycho docs prolly call it Peter Pan syndrome or something or other.

Yeah I birfed a kid and raised her but like I've said before, she was a friend. And we hung out a lot. I guess I was mommy-like when I was yelling about something or bugging her to pick up toys or get to bed, or when I was instilling those morals but somedays I feel like I wasnt really a "mom". I feel more like a mom now that she's older and out into the big old world on her own.

One of the best parts of my childhood was summers. Who didnt love summer as a kid?? Light out until 8:30, lazy days of crabbing off the dock, sailing my sunfish on the river and going to the Beach Club. I grew up on the Jersey Shore in a little town called (ironically) Little Silver. It was a small town. Everybody knew everybody and we all went to a beach club in the summer. Oh how we couldnt wait for that last day of school in June so we could go down to the club and get our cabanna ready with all our stuffs and prepare to swim with the crabs.

When I was younger, mom would take us down and you'd meet all your friends. Sometimes your friends would go to a different beach club than you but you'd all meet up eventually at a predeterminded spot. (I sometimes wonder how any of this happened in the days before cell phones!) And we would hang out. Yup, just chill. Lay on the beach, swim in the ocean for a bit, go in the pool, jump off the three diving boards (it actually had a high dive! lawsuit city now!)get something from the snack bar and then chill some more. Sometimes there would be Swim Team meets to watch. We got in our fair share of trouble too. I cant go into details here, it might still be an open case up there. 0_o

My beach club was Peninsula House Beach Club in Sea Bright. I loved it. It was a grand old place. Had a really nice restaurant and used to be a hotel waaaaay back in the day. It was ginormous. When we got a little older and where driving we'd all meet up and have drinks and party on the beach at night. Man I miss those days! We were members from the time I was little until the summer after my freshman year in college.

P-House as we used to call it burned to the ground one night in 1986. So sad. It was truly the end of an era for me and my friends. Shortly after that we found ourselves just moving on with life. Having kids, moving here and there. Yes we tried to keep in touch and now that facebook is around more and more of us are in touch again. Someone posted this picture yesterday and the flood of memories just blew me away.

I'd love to go back to those days. For real. This was the home of my youth.

Peninsula House Beach Club, Sea Bright, NJ (click pic to enlarge)

Once a monster always a monster.

Michael Vick is a monster. He'll always be a monster. If he hadnt been busted he'd still be brutally abusing dogs. Fucking asshole. This pisses me off. We are now being given the stories of the dogs he abused. Most of them make me want to cry. Its criminal what he did and yes he went to prison but for what?? 18 months?? Now he gets to play football again??? What happened to the indefinate suspension?? No NFL team should have picked him up. Eagles = IDIOTS. He gets to do what he loves??

He's been on tv talking about how he is so sorry about what he did. I dont buy it. From his 60 minutes interview last night:

"Vick expresses remorse for his crimes, saying he cried "many nights" in prison.

"And, you know, it's no way of, you know, explaining, you know, the hurt and the guilt that I felt," says Vick at one point. "And that was the reason I cried so many nights. And that put it all into perspective."

Vick also says he was disgusted about his actions while reflecting upon them in prison, saying, "I was disgusted, you know, because of what I let happen to those animals. I could've put a stop to it. I could've walked away from it. I could've shut the whole operation down."

Yes you COULD HAVE, but YOU DIDNT. You're only remorseful because you got caught and fucked up a multi million dollar career.

From all the dogs you abused let me say: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!

GIVE ME A BREAK! He killed dogs because, they were injured. He killed dogs because they lost a fight. He killed dogs because they were no longer useful. Fucking Pig. He drowned dogs, hung dogs, smothered dogs. He really makes me want to puke. I'm not even getting into the actual fights themselves and what happens to the dogs. Disgusting.

I'll never respect him. EVER. Karma is a bitch Michael Vick and I pray she fucks with you the rest of your life. I hope she fucks you so bad that you cant play football anymore. Then you can become a used car salesman and suck so bad at it that you get fired. Go live under a bridge somewhere.

I dont "hate" many people. It takes way to much energy. But I hate Michael Vick. I hate all the assholes who set up and participate in this disgusting "sport" of dog fighting.



Dog Town took in 22 of Michael Vicks dogs and is trying to rehabilitate them.


More video. This video gets a little graphic showing the dogs.



Rant over.

DMB

Goin to see Dave Matthews Band tonight. Never seen him live but I hear its a great show. Im kinda excited cause I like a bunch of his songs. We'll see!



Oh, minor detail....its my good friends 40th birthday tonight. And about 20 of us are going to this show to celebrate her birthday with her. Mayhem may ensue!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday Michelle! Love you!!!

I'm Officially Obsessed

WHY??? OMFG, another show to become addicted too. My DVR cant handle another SHOW!! Between Little People Big World, Hells Kitchen, CSI Las Vegas, LA Ink, Police Women of Broward County and 15 other must sees I'm doomed. Why? Why do I do this to myself?? It really becomes obsessive to make sure there's room on the DVR....that you've watched the last ones way down on the list before they get bumped for newer stuff. Shit.

I said it in my intro. I watch too much TV. I still havent watched the last 4 games in the NCAA Softball Semi-finals from May/June. I'm recording the Little League World Series right now.

Confession. I have two DVRs. One in the living room and one in the bedroom. So much to watch! So little time!! I'm gonna have to get a tv in the crapper and add a DVR. pfft.

Well, I'm obsessed with Glee. I dont know why. Catchy tunes, normal looking kids, bitchy administrators, its totally unbelievable shit. DAMN!

Let the countdown begin. September 9th. Be there.

Page Turners Please

Hey All, I'm gonna be layed up for over two weeks (outta work) after my knee surgery at the end of this month and I'm trying to collect some books to read.

What have you read lately thats good??

To give you an idea of my interest, I like crime stuff like Patricia Cornwell's Scarpetta series. I think I heard of another writer thats as good as her that writes about serial killers too but I cant remember the name.

I like Micheal Crichton, but havent read him in awhile. Has he got anything new out thats worth a peak??

I already have The Time Travelors Wife and some romance smut put aside but I read books fast. I'm predicting I'll blow thru at least 10 - 12 books.

So help me out here!!

oh, and dont be shy....I need some ideas!! Thanks ;)

Somebody To Love

This morning when the alarm clock went off, this was playing. Made me smile before I even opened my eyes and thats rare first thing in the morning for me.



My first concert was Queen. I feel extremely lucky to have seen them live.
RIP Freddie.
8/9/1982 Brendan Byrne Arena, Meadowlands, NJ. Wow 27 years ago. That explains the $11.50 ticket price.



"Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

Flo-rida. Its not just a place where old people go to die.

Anybody who's lived in Florida for more than 15 years knows these things...

Your Socks are only for bowling.

You never use an umbrella because you know the rain
will be over in five minutes. (I dont own an umbrella)

A 'good parking place' has nothing to do with distance from the store, but everything to do with shade. (no shade = 450 degrees when you get back to your car, even if you where only gone for 2 minutes. No, really I kid you not. And the fuckin idiots down here are stupid enough to leave their kids and dogs in a closed up car "just for 10 minutes". Fucktards should be roasted themselves.)

Your winter coat is made of denim. (once again, I dont own a winter coat.)

You can tell the difference between fire ant bites and mosquito bites.

You're younger than -50- but some of your friends are over -65- and you play bingo with them =).
















Anything under 70 degrees is chilly. (Umm, I'm going with under 75 here.)

You've driven through Yee Haw Junction.

You know that no other grocery store can really compare to Publix. (True Dat!)

Every other house in your neighborhood had blue roofs in 2004-2005.

You know that any hurricane under a Category 3 just isn't worth waking up for.

You dread "love bug" season (and you know what "love bugs" are!) (go ahead, leave them on the front of your car for more than 3 days....then tell me what your paint job looks like)

You are on a first name basis with the Hurricane list. They aren't Hurricane Charley or Hurricane Frances. You know them as just Andrew, Charley , Frances , Ivan, Jeanne & Wilma.
(Fuckin Fay. 10 days in Disney last summer, 9 of them with this bitch.)









You know what a "snowbird" is and, more importantly when they'll leave.

You think a six-foot alligator is actually pretty 'average'.

'Down South' really means Key West.

Flip-flops are everyday wear. Shoes are for business meetings
and church, but you HAVE worn flip flops to church before! (I wear flip flops to work everyday suckas!!) I Give You PROOF!!












Ties... We don't need no stinkin' ties!

You have a drawer full of bathing suits, and just one sweatshirt
(and it is on the hanger in the closet).

You get annoyed at the tourists who feed seagulls. (assclowns)

A mountain is any hill 100 feet above sea level. (even at Disney World)

You know the four -4- seasons really are: hurricane season,
love bug season, tourist season & Summer.

You've actually hosted a hurricane party.

You can pronounce Okeechobee, Kissimmee , Withlacoochee
and Micanopy. (Go ahead, google them. They're real.)

You understand why it's better to have a friend with a boat,
than have a boat yourself. Amen!

You were 25 when you first met someone who couldn't swim.

You've worn shorts and used the A/C on Christmas and New Years.
(oh yeah!)

You recognize Miami-Dade as "Northern Cuba". (you mean it really isnt??)
















Can you tell I'm batshit bored at work today??? fuhk!! I need a real job. Softball tonight! Yay, something to look forward to.

There is far too much info on the internet these days

::pukes::

ACL Reconstruction Surgery.

again...::pukes::

The Philosophy of Charles Schultz

I received this in an email today and felt it was worthy of posting.

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the Peanuts' comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do???

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners .


Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?

The lesson:

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.
It's already tomorrow in Australia.

The Boys and John Hughes

I need a doggy fix.

I smell you



















Remi's my little super model. Loves to have his picture taken.





















Baby Jake =)





















Sometimes I think they're gay. I'm ok with that.






















RIP John Hughs. LOVED all the 80's movies. Pretty in Pink, Ferris Buellers Day off and Planes, Trains and Automobiles were my faves.

I also picked up a softball game tonight. I sucked. I hate that.

How to punch a shark.

Its that time of year again. Yup, you guessed it! Shark week on Discovery Channel!!!

Every year we gather our brood up to sit in front of the telly every night to watch the same exact shit we watched last year about sharks. Its fast becoming a national ritual. Not quite as big as the Superbowl, but close! Why do we do this?? My theory is this...people like to see the scary stuff. The stuff of nightmares. Its like the rubberneckers that drive by the car accident. They all want to see the "body". In this case, they want to see "stuff" get eaten. Be it people or other animals they dig it.

I saw Jaws in the movie theater when I was 12 and I can tell you I didnt go in the water for a year after that. Crazy ass shark that "knows" what Brody's thinking. Eats not because its hungry but because it wants to terrorize a small cudley Long Island town. That movie is just as popular now as it was then. Of course I showed it to my kid when she was little. =) Gotta pass on that terror of the deep legacy.
"Your gonna need a bigger boat."


So I ask again, why do we do this?? Because we learn helpful tidbits like this.


Would I ever punch a shark in the nose?? Umm, no. My ass would be walking on water to get back to the beach. I'm not stupid y'all.

I have a healthy fear of the ocean because I know what it can do to people. Big waves, rip tides, stingrays, jellyfish and yes big fish that have rows and rows of razor sharp teeth are in there. Granted, since I moved to south florida, I'm not nearly as scared. I can SEE whats coming because the water is clear. Where I grew up on the Jersey shore, you couldnt see 1 foot below the surface. Oh hell no. I wouldnt swim up north now if you PAID ME 1 MILLION DOLLARS. NFW. Oh and swimming at night - haha NOT.

So sit back, eat your popcorn and enjoy Shark Week.

p.s. Thats Jakes "Jaws" impression in the header pic.

TwoFerTuesday

A fellow blogger made a comment on another fellow bloggers post that reminded me of my youth. My old radio station WNEW-FM New York was the shiznit. I miss it a lot!!

Every Tuesday was Two Fer Tuesday. My two picks for today....

BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE!!!


I've seen Springsteen live probably 20 times. After all he's a Jersey boy and I'm a Jersey girl so its inevitable. And heres a tidbit of info...I've cried every time I've heard Thunder Road live. I have no idea why. Just makes me cry for some reason. Its definately one of my favorites.

I saw him a few times in surprise shows at the Stone Pony. Those where the best. Another favorite and part two of my Two Fer Tuesday: 4th Of July


I dont miss NJ. I love Fort Lauderdale. Really I do.

But sometimes, I miss the Jersey Shore in the summer.

Have a great Tuesday all!

Doubleheaderrrrrrrr

This old broken player aint dead yet!! I have my regular game at 8:45 tonight. But I got a call from the coach of another team to come play for one of his girls that couldnt make it to their 7:45 game.

Yeah baby!! 20 other chicks out there, and who do they call??? Broken and battered me.

'Cause they know I'd bleed for them.

Only four more weeks of ball left before the slice and dice. Gonna make them count.

Eyegasm

You know when ur eye itches and you rub it and rub it and it feels soooo good that you just keep rubbing it even though the itch is gone??

Thats an EYEGASM.

I just had an eyegasm in a public place. Durrrrtay.

Its official - Zombie Knee

Well I saw Dr. GeorgeousIWouldntSayNo yesterday morning. He's my ortho for those that dont remember. He's operated on me bones multiple times in the past 12 years or so. And he's gonna operate on me again. August 28th is D-Day. Or should I call it ACL Replacement Day.

The MRI results were positive but not in a positive good way, but a positive you've screwed your ACL up pretty bad kinda way.

I've opted for cadaver replacement. Doc says its the way to go. Fastest recovery time and less painful than the other option (using your own harvested patella tendon). He explained everything to me in great detail. I trust him emphatically. He says I should be playing softball in 4-6 months...weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee here we go again!!

Cadaver = ewwww if I think about it too long. I know its just one ligament but well, it gives me the willies. So I wont think about it. Zombie Knee. 8/

I'll be riding the bench for awhile. That bums me out.