another human conned by the dog

Dog to vet: I'm just here for the drugs, don't try to be my friend. Oh! You have treats. (sit) *crunch crunch* So...what else have you got here? You don't have any really long thermometers do you? Oh! You have treats (sit) *crunch crunch*

Vet observes dog, dog observes vet. Dog sits in front of shelf with jar of treats. Dog looks at vet, looks at jar (ignores me because I don't own the jar). Vet laughs. Vet sits in chair next to treats on shelf. Dog glances at vet, looks at jar, looks at vet. Vet gives dog treat. Dog wins again.

I warned the vet that the dog is...well, her own royal self and humans are just tools with thumbs. We got the drugs, the dog got more treats then she deserved and the vet laughed a lot, it was a good (expensive) 20 minutes.

one day at a time

Day before yesterday it was a close encounter with a moose, yesterday it was a blizzard and today it was cold water coming out of the hot water tap. The moose was dissuaded by a tree, the driveway was mysteriously plowed and the water is getting hot. At least I hope the water is getting hot, I just put the element in a few minutes ago.

Pretty sure I'll be replacing the water heater this year, it's huge and I'm pretty the bottom element is completely corroded, maybe buried in sediment. I'd rather have a smaller more efficient heater...best of all would be an on demand unit, but balancing efficiency with cold water wasted before hot comes out the tap is tough.

A day off that involves plumbing is better than a day at work during a blizzard. The snow was about 2 feet deep after about 8 hours. There's a heli-skiing industry here that brings in extreme skiers and boarders to enjoy our wilderness. Well...they come to pass through our wilderness and if they can't do that they get bored and petulant. The snowstorm kept the helicopters grounded and the boys had no entertainment beyond going to the market. Bored jocks are so much fun! (insert sarcasm, please) I remember acting like that when I was about 12, annoying grocery store clerks by acting up in the aisles, messing with packaging and giggling behind my hand. yuck.

So...the drive home looked like a Subaru commercial with waves of snow flying off the car like a boats wake. The car gamely plowed through the drifts and up the hill to our street... where much to my wondering eyes should appear a nicely plowed road and driveway! What a lovely end to an unlovely day.

Kelly is...

Amazed at how Facebook takes over people's lives so quickly. Rice at Voodoo Cafe posted about the weirdness of constant status updates. I find myself clicking my way over to the collective for no known reason. My sister in law spends a lot of time collecting Groups that Matter there while my sister fights a massive FB war against California's prop. 8. I find myself caring (way too much) when someone I'm "friends" with "friends" someone I don't like. What the f-? How very jr. high of me. I'm going to try no to spend my days playing with my fake Facebook farm: my new sprung-ahead (hate daylight savings much?) resolution.

I'm going to Vegas (gods help me) again. It's cheap and easy...so that's where bead conventions are frequently held. This time I'm going to learn how to use PMC and how to make a couple of different kinds of rings. Metal working and precious metals clay manipulation are two of the things I"ve been wanting to learn about so I'll go to the city I hate the most to do it. (I hate LV because it's a windblown waste of water in the desert ) They sent the materials lists for the classes...

It's not a lot, but it's seriously dense and full of stuff TSA will not like so I get to take a checked bag. Might make that a checked box because my usual duffle bags won't stand the weight. I hate to put all my tools in a checked bag at the mercy of a trip with 2 legs and 2 airlines, but it's a risk I guess I have to take. I think I'll mail it back. The tool box on the right weighs about 10 pounds right now.

I hate my very white straight from Home Depot kitchen cupboards, so I've decided to paint up some canvases and stick them to the front of the doors. Usually I don't get all woo woo about what the Muse requests of me...but really, a house fly?


I got all excited about how lovely bugs are when I was doing the wings of the last BJP cuff, thinking I'd bead some beetles or something for the March cuff. Instead it came out as a cupboard painting of a fly. I don't pretend to understand...