I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
Three weeks ago, we couldnt tell if my child care provider's dog was sick or injured. His name is "Kobe". One day, he was quietly sitting beneath her kitchen table, not moving or making a sound - just blinking. My heart broke because he's such a cute, excited and friendly little dog, a Pomeranian and my first thought was "parvo". I know my sitter doesnt have much money these days, so the expense of the vet was out of the question. We all waited a few days to see if he would get better and he did.. a little. But he didnt get well.
My husband suggested taking him to the Humane Society to get him diagnosed and hoping it would be less expensive than the vet. The sitter's son, the actual owner, took him to the Humane Society and was told something on the order of, "we'll have a diagnosis in 5 days and you come and pick him up"... My husband kept asking for status and her son was supposed to go pay for Kobe's services and pick him up. My husband even offered to go and pay for it. For whatever reason, her son never took care of it.
We cant stop thinking about Kobe, so my husband and son went to the Humane Society today to get Kobe and he wasnt there. The diagnosis: a broken leg. He was euthanized on the 12th. :(
I can not get Kobe's little face out of my mind. It was just a broken leg and a lazy owner. My 10 year old son doesnt know what "euthanized" means, so he thinks Kobe was adopted. But for my husband and I, we just want to cry. How does a damn dog make you hurt so bad? Man, I wish I had at least one picture of him.
I have friends who've lost pets and are emotional wrecks - and I get it, but today, I really "get" it. Our sitter's sister was going to be moving in with her and doesnt care for dogs at all, so the sitter (and her son) was interested in finding a new home for Kobe - I think all of us in my family privately considered making Kobe part of our family. As a family, we've never had a pet. Normally, I dont care for little yappy, purse rat dogs, but Kobe had personality and had that "cuddle factor" going for him.
So, I'm on the phone with my great aunt today. I finally moved her to a small, quaint, clean rest home two weeks ago. Most phone calls from her have been her complaining about the food and the carpet in the place. Apparently, she's not enjoying the food and she thinks the carpet stinks. Funny, THISSSSSSS coming from a woman who's carpet in her own home smells of adult pee.
As you may already know, I think my great aunt is strange (I'm being nice here) - I've thought that of her my entire life. She's gready, self-serving and basically unbelievable. SOOooooo, last November when her husband passed away, she elected to creamate him - to save money. Ok, whatever - it's her money and not like she didnt have a small life insurance policy on him.. She has one on everyone in the family. She profits from the deaths of family members and pockets the cash instead of kicking down some funds to cover funeral expenses... See? Told ya! Unbelievable, huh?
Aaaaanywayzzz, she didnt want to pay for an urn or pay to entomb her husband, so incredibily, his remains are still in a cardboard box in her house. See? You thought I was lying... For the record, she didnt spend the entire insurance policy on his funeral, she pocketed "the change"... all while having ample cash in the bank and owning her home outright.
Ok, so back to today. She mentions her husband's remains back at her house. She wanted to make sure when we're cleaning out her house that we dont toss his remains. No problem - I would never do that. So, here's how our conversation goes:
her: we have to put him somewhere, how about we sprinkle him in the ocean??
::: insert "WTF?" here :::
me: did he love the ocean? Did he mention he wants to be burried at sea? her: Oh no, but it's free... me: * blink blink * me: you just dont DUMP people in the ocean because it's FREE. If he requested to have his remains sprinkled at sea or you had some sentimental reason for burying him at sea, then fine, but dont continue to disrepect him 'cause you're cheap! her: oh, ok. me: I have to go. *click*
