90 days.....

Today not only did I participate in a Wet lab to teach new interns but I also had my 90 day evaluation. Both of which went extremely well. It is nice having co-workers who actually like me, or at least pretend to like me. Though I at least need to remember to dial the sarcasm down a little bit with this new group of interns.
As I am getting use to the new job, new students, new interns, I am still struggling with keeping in touch with my friends. We all know I love sleep and working nights is just a perfect excuse to do it as much as possible. A friend of mine recently posted a blog on depression and though hers is due to post partum, I have to watch myself and that I am sleeping because I am tired and not because it is sneaking in again. Depression can affect everyone in different ways and it is not necessarly considered to be because I am "sad." Sometimes it is a lack of interest in human interaction, a lack of motivation, and a surplus of sleep and pain. It usually sneaks up on me in the winter when the days last just about as long as a Lifetime Movie. In the winters, one of my big deterents to keep it away is to go tanning. That is why I try to spend much of my time outside with my pups in the sunshine. Though sunshine is a scarce commoditiy lately as well.
So,to all of my neglected friends, let's make plans to enjoy the rest of this summer!!

Oh the joy of procrastination, no money, and long summers

Well from my last post things have looked up. I am slowly working on getting things right with dad which includes a special savings account. But that is another long story that may never be told. Let's just say, I am on the right track.

Now as I am on the right track and currently procrastinating in doing my bills, and cleaning my kitchen, and getting ready for work, I realize that my summer is going to be filled with extra shifts and "projects."

One of my main projects is that I do believe I want to have a yard sale by the end of the summer, I have a ton of stuff that needs weeded out (I learned from switching winter to summer clothes). That is my goal before the end of this summer. But the quickly approaching holiday makes me realize how much things have changed.

I use to live next door to people who thought 4th of July was the Best. Holiday. Ever. and celebrated it for 2-3 days non-stop. That was great when I had two deafish dogs and one who loved fireworks. Now I have a jack/rat terrified of loud noises and one who I have not owned near the 4th of July. My plan? Probably put the thundershirt on Phoebe and paint my basement. Yep, I lead an exciting life. Maybe I will see if I can coax any of my friends who own pools to let me lounge in theirs during the day. (Hint hint if you are reading this.) I was invited to go to Indy and do that exact thing with Mandy but I have horrible visions of chasing Tess around Indianapolis in the middle of the 4th of July madness. I am not that brave. I need to see if she is fearless like Dud or a wuss like Phoebe. This is Phoebe's 4th of July outfit:

Also known as the thundershirt. As a dog who tries to actively run out of any clothes put on her, she will come up to me to put this on at the first hint of thunder. Of course as soon as the storm is gone, she is trying to run out of it. As long as it works.

I have many "projects" that I hope to get done this summer, most which involve stuff I already have and just actually doing it. I will keep you posted on the progress, but let's not forget my blog title. So don't hold your breath.

We are quickly approaching the end of our time with our current interns. I love them. Here is a pic of them, along with Dr. Johnsons' (Momma and Poppa). I stole it off Stich's facebook page. :)

You guys are great and we will miss you!!

How to fail at life without really trying.

Here I go, laying it all out:
About the time I got fired, I realized that I couldn't afford my credit card payments. I came across a debt consolidation program that is very legit and started working with them to help out my situation. My goal was to get things under control without putting more stress on my family, as you can read by the past blogs, we had/still have plenty of stress. My main goal was to let my dad continue to plan his retirement with a smile on his face and a beer in his hand. Well, several months later, I find myself in a big'ol mess which in turn does the exact opposite of my plan to begin with. I do have a meeting with a financial advisor on thursday who agrees with me that what I did was the best option at the time, and agrees with me on the decisions I made. Hopefully now, I can make better decisions and actually make my family proud again, because at this point I am a giant FAIL. Just another disappointing day in the life of me. What am I going to do? I think I am going to curl up with Phoebe in her "I'm in trouble spot." She designated this as her"time out" spot all by herself. It started with the incontinence issues, now I often find her there and then search the house for whatever she did.

BRATs!

This past weekend I got the pleasure to spend some time with my brother and SIL. This included going to a BRAT convention. What is a BRAT convention? It stands for Basenji Rescue and Transport. It was an interesting experience and also qualified for some CE (woohoo!) The main reason we went is because they have a rescue basenji from the infamous Wimauma pack. I got some cool pics and had a great time with them.

This is quite possibly a family photo.A group shot of the rescued basenjis that made the conference:

I have never been to a convention were animals were allowed AT the convention and one would think since it was basenjis it would be quiet, not the case. Every so often you would hear what I can only describe as a tasmanian devil outburst. Sometimes I think barking would be better. But everyone got along for the most part, but I think I will stick with my barking dogs...except when Phoebe and the corgis fight.

Everything else seems to be cruising right along, it is about time to say good-bye to our fabulous interns and get a new group in. I have to laugh because one of the interns I have worked with for the last two weeks just now realized I am a sarcastic person. Woopsie. Maybe I should turn off my sarcastic charm when working around new people. Working nights is still hard to get use to, I have a hard time keeping in touch with my friends. So if any of you are reading this, I am sorry, I am trying!!

Now I suppose I must go mow the lawn so I can get to my next item on my to-do list which is bring up the summer clothes. I know, I am a slacker but today I realized I couldn't find my good bathing suit because it was still packed (at least that is what I am hoping). I am happy though because I am now sporting my first sun-burn of the season, kinda nice and it was a great time spending the day with Nicole and her kids at their fabulous pool. Happy Summer everyone!

Yes, that really did happen.

I said I would keep you updated on my quest and dilemma for a chihuahua, well things took a interesting and colorful turn.

We are usually not allowed to post pictures of clients but since this client was indeed relinquished to us....er....to me to be exact, I feel I have the authority to post some. It was mine for a brief time, approximately 6 hours, but a lovely vet student took the responsibility on. For one, I was a little concerned to have another female dog in the house. I still come home to find an awkward air and realize that the girls have been duking it out for top dog so a third would have been too much, but I couldn't let the poor girl be put down without a chance at treatment. I figured if she responded to treatment I could give her to the guys across the street, it seemed appropriate. But like I said, a vet student took her and is working her up today (and probably shaving her). Well enough suspense....her she is.

Yep, ladies and gentleman. That is a pink dog. After the 5th hour of realizing I was in the possesion of a pink dog, it got a little hilarious ( and it had nothing to do with my 3rd day working with zero sleep).

Here is a much happier picture of me with her because I realized I no longer had a pink dog or perhaps the delirium of working nights. Hope she gets better soon!

A fine line......

Between me and a hoarder. Yes, I really REALLY want a chihuahua. I know I don't need one and it will probably be killed by the others, but I have encountered so many lovely ones lately that I am itching to get one. In fact I have found several rescues that have some....all I hear in my mind is my brother threatening to call Animal Hoarders......
The difference between me and them is that all mine are taken care of. Hell, one even wears a diaper and a thundershirt, if that isn't love, I don't know what is.
To be continued......