Friday, October 06, 2006
  The magic of dust masks!
So I did my second PetSmart shift last night. And I feel NORMAL today! Yay 2/$4 dust masks from Lowe's!!! I am so relieved.

I got it done in about 1.5 hours, including the time I took to hold and snuggle the cats. I let a bunch out again.. It makes the cleaning a lot harder since the cats always want in whatever cage I'm cleaning, but I think it's definitely worth it. They have a blast playing together and I think it's good for the more skittish of the cats to see the other ones getting along.

The havoc I let the cats wreak while volunteering.

So many sad stories there, though! Like the cat that acts terrified of me, but the second I pick him up starts to purr. The purring is the quickest way to my heart, you know. Or the surrendered pets who get depressed about living in a cage and refuse to eat, even the wet Friskies I try to treat them to. Poor things.

I went from there to the Greek restaurant by Chris's place. He has some friends visiting from out of town - Hansy, Loly, & Baby Bowie Zoe. Sounds like Dr. Seuss, right? Poor baby Bowie, who is about two, ended up puking up all her soup right there at the table. Hansy was holding a cup for her to do her business in and said, "We've all been there, bro." Funny stuff. Probably not so funny for Bowie, of course. She was a little champ, though; she handled it much better than I would have.

After we got back, Hans, Chris & I rode bikes over to meet Chris's friend at the local tiki bar.

Chris on his little bike.
Chris is so nice. He always takes the little bike.

It was a gorgeous night out, as it's been for the past few.. Seriously, just perfect. Had a couple of rum runners, then rode back and went to bed. It turned out to be a nice night. Nice & relaxing, even though it started with a horrible commute home and a shift of cleaning up cat poop! Capping any night off with a couple of drinks makes it feel like a weekend night, and that's great!

Ooh! I hit my head on an open cage door last night. It seriously hurt. It took me a while to realize it was bleeding, but by the time I got to Chris's a couple of hours later, a nice big section of hair on the back of my head felt like it was coated in hair gel. Yick.

My head after hitting it on an open cage door. D'oh!

Couldn't get a good picture since I didn't want to have to ask anyone to take a picture of my head wound. :D I was laughing on the drive over to the restaurant, that I was going to show up in public with a bloody head. Made me think of Massive Headwound Harry. (It's just bump & a little cut, really.)

That's my last 24 hours in a nutshell. Now it's the weekend!

Cute story: NY Times: A Simple Show of Hands

And another good story: The Energy Diet

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OMG! That looks painful!!
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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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