http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping Slave to Mr. Stinny (The One and Only Blind Super-Cat): December 2006

Friday, December 22, 2006

Phobias

I admit that I have many irrational phobias. As Emma described her experience, I do not like strangers standing too close to me either. Actually, I get a little freaked out by it. Indoor malls make me claustrophobic. Flying, buses, and small bathrooms do too. I hate going to Walmart and huge grocery stores with really bright lights. It is just too much stimulation for a country girl like myself (yeah right).

The night before last, I found a new phobia while walking Finnegan. Those moving/mechanical reindeer freak me out. They resemble this. Finny and I could hear the creaking of the deer moving its head slowly up and down. I know Finny did not like the deer either because he kept looking at them with his head cocked while probably thinking: "What the feck is that?" Honestly, I do believe my animal children have the vocabulary of a drunken sailor. Out on the dark street corner with no one around, - and no, I was not pimping out Finny - it felt like a scene from a horror movie. It seemed like at any moment, this seemingly innocent decoration would come to life with fangs and attack us. I realize I have an active imagination but still, there are something about these decorations that just ain't right.

On a separate note, there are so many houses lit up within a ten mile radius of my house, I am quite sure Erie can be seen from many galaxies way.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

THANK YOU!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
I would publicly like to the Erie County Council for passing the smoking ban in public places!

Can you feel that? That is the feeling of taking in a deep breath without being subjected to cigarette smoke.


Thank you and CHEERS!
*Amendment: I just learned that the lawsuit in Allegheny County might make the new ban moot. COME ON PEOPLE!!! There are so many places who have banned smoking and still have plenty of patrons. Perhaps the Legislature will get on board to change the laws at the state level to make a smoking band legal.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Festivus for the Rest of Us!


Only 5 days until Festivus! Unfortunately, I will be traveling to Vermont for the holidays on the 23rd. Hopefully, I can convince my folks to have a real traditional Festivus celebration when we arrive. It could be so special! Instead of wrestling the head of the household (my 75 year old father), I could wrestle Bode, their excessively large Holstein like cat while I trim his nails. By the way, one of the "perks" from formerly being in the veterinary business is that I am asked to trim my family and friends' pets' nails. Jealous? Didn't think so because these are also the most difficult animals who despise being restrained and having their precious little nails trimmed.


I will have to find a really pretty aluminum pole on the way up there. Maybe I'll get lucky and find one on the side of the interstate! A girl can only dream...

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Congratulations Samantha!

After all the sad news with our local zoo, I was delighted to hear that Samantha the gorilla does not have a tumor.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Tell us how you really feel

Boy, I'm a charmer. Here's a email I sent to my friend's boyfriend who is in law school now:

Hi [Poor Law Student],

[Groovy Girlfriend] said I should email you about your PR exam because you have [Prolific Fact Pattern Professor] and I had him/her for the world's most fucking useless law school course: [Shitty Useless Class]. First, practice reading really fast b/c her/his fucking fact patterns are like fucking novels. Second, put notes next to
paragraphs as you think of things b/c you won't remember all the fucking inane
babble s/he puts in there.
Good luck.

[Cranky McStinny]

Is It Possible to Be More of a Dork Than Me?

Suggested response: No. One of my favorite professors taught his last class this week. I sent him an email congratulating him on his retirement. He sent back a simple response:

[Ms. Slave], Thanks for the kind words. [his initials here]
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Dear Professor [Most Favorite],

I wanted to congratulate you on teaching your final class. I learned so much from you in both Property and Decedents' Estates and Trusts. I hope you have a relaxing and enjoyable retirement! Thank you for being such an outstanding professor.


I feel like a twelve year old again when I sent a fan letter to my favorite celebrity and actually received a response.

I'm giddy! Maybe I will frame the email!

Where to Go, What to Do

Prof. H. is up for tenure next year (actually 2008) and he has a pretty decent shot of getting it. After all, he worked his ass off for three years while I was elsewhere getting my JD and continues to work his ass off while I am living in the very same house as he. Go figure crazy anal retentive type-A personality.

Because he has been working hard and he will have a HUMONGOUS GINORMOUS BIGGY weight off his shoulders if/when he gets tenure, I would like to do something celebratory for him (and me - let's not kid ourselves). Besides having a huge party where large amounts of sushi and alcohol are consumed, I would like to take him on a fantastic, once-in-a-lifetime voyage.

And no, I do not mean Disneyland. For the life of me, I cannot understand why anyone would answer the question: "Now that you have won [insert championship here], what do want to do now?" with "Go to Disneyworld!". Theme parks scare the shit out of me and I think it stems from my fear of clowns, Santa Claus, and generally fitting into society.

I mean photo safari in Africa, river cruise in Russia, hiking to base camp of Mt. Everest amazing. At first, I thought a trip to Europe would be nice. Going to Italy and France. People watching, drinking wine, eating great food. But then I realized, this is the time to do something amazing before we become too wrapped up into what we are doing. Now is the time to throw a backpack on and look adventure straight in the eye. To take passport in hand and ask: "Where next?" To wear the same pair of underwear five days in a row. Okay, not really. That is for my coworkers who mock me for reusing Ziploc baggies. SCREW THEM!

So hopefully in June 2008, Prof. H and I will be on a great travel extravaganza that we will talk about well into our old old age when we are grey and wrinkled with fleeting memories of our more adventurous times.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

What the Feck?

On my drive this morning while innocently listening to NPR, I heard a bizzarro story out of Texas. A fine Texas legislator introduced a bill allowing legally blind hunters to use laser sight, spot lights, and headlights when hunting. Apparently, the bright light stuns the deer thereby allowing the legally blind hunter to shoot its victim. I am all for making various jobs and activities more accessible for folks with disabilities but seriously? We need more people out in the woods hunting?

Yet again, thank you Texas for being, well, you.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Finnegan Is my Hero


Today the Erie Times wrote a nice little article about a chocolate lab with severe hip dysplasia. Her humans fashioned a dog wheelchair out of a human wheelchair by putting a platform on it. Because of that article, I decided to write a little bit about helping a dog adapt to a disability on Finnegan's side of the Internet. Choosing to amputate you animal companion's limb is a huge decision to make. The results can be well worth the initial struggle if the human is educated about the process and willing to put a lot of effort into helping her canine companion succeed with three legs. Additionally, there are a lot of options for assistive devices to help make the transition easier, including dog wheelchairs and slings. When Finnegan could not walk by himself, we used sheets as slings to give him an extra boost. Eventually, and I must say rather quickly, he gained the strength and confidence to walk without help. In fact, he takes short walks with me in the neighborhood.


HURRAY FINNEGAN!

Oops I Did It Again! (barely)

Ahhhh, Britney. She always has a the right words for every occasion. Yet again, I found myself compelled to complete another 5k road race. And no, I did not finish last. I beat an 80 year old. Actually, I did better than that. My performance did not break any records. The roads were icy and it was quite cold. This was the first time I ran with my Ipod and my music selection sucked. I definitely need to work on my race music. My pace was slow because I was terrified I would fall, land on my wrist, fracture it again, be ridiculed by my doctor, ostracized by my friends and family, and would have to enter into a relocation program. I know I could have run faster BUT...I did not. Also, I learned: as a beginner runner, it is generally a bad idea to do two races within two weeks. Tsk tsk. My plan is to do one race per month (with the exception of taking January off to lick my wounds) and to actually train for the race by doing intervals and speed training. Perhaps, someday I will actually do a marathon. Hold on...

HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I had to laugh and snort coffee out my nose. Damn, that's funny. Let's just stick to short races for now, 10k and under.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Running Fool on Music


The emphasis is on fool. Yet again, I am running in another 5K road race tomorrow. My calves are quite sore from running on the treadmill this past Wednesday. Also, it is going to be cold with the possibility of snow and ice on the road. Of course, that can be treacherous for a person like me who sprains her ankle jumping off a deck (age 9), breaks her foot walking across the living room (age 10), breaks her thumb playing lacrosse (age 17), and breaks her wrist bicycling (this summer). I think that I might need some padding for this outdoor run.

Besides worrying about my unbelievable klutziness, I decided I need to bring le i-pod for this run. The question is: what type of music should I save for running? I looked on Google for some suggestions and found a pretty wide assortment of genres. Runners suggested everything from House of Pain to Britney Spears to Cypress Hill. There are certain songs I sing in my head (because if I were to sing out loud I would either hurt the other runners' ear drums or I would pass out because I could not possibly run AND sing at the same time) including The Doors "Break on through to the Other Side". It actually becomes more of a chant and I repeat that lyric over and over and over again until I pass into a zen like trance. Obviously, downloading just that line from the song onto my ipod would probably end up causing some sort of breakdown and Jim Morrison type hallucination in the midst of mile 2.7 thereby causing me to run through the woods dodging half tiger half squirrel creatures. By the way, I cannot believe I put in "tiger squirrel" in Google Images and found a tiger squirrel.

Which brings me to: what songs should I listen to so that I run faster and don't get bored? These decisions are killinggggggggggg meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Dancing Fool or is it a Fool Dancing?

Next weekend, I have two events that involve dancing. One is formal and the other is out-on-the-town, with a group of 30-something couples. Back in the day when I was in college, perhaps a mere ten years ago, I loved to go out dancing. Usually on a Thursday night, my friends and I would head out around 10:30 to R.J.'s to drink and get our groove on. I must say that I danced fairly well and could dance for hours, with the help of Kahlua and milk, of course. And don't mock me. My drink of choice in college was K & M after a very very bad vodka experience. I get the spins just thinking about it.

In graduate school, my nights dancing dwindled. Most of the time, we headed out to a coffee bar or pub where busting a move could not be found. When I returned home and met the future Mr. Professor Husband, we danced even less...and less...and...less. Our first dance at our wedding involved me kicking my train out of the way because the bustle would not stay in place. Thereafter, I did some fine "Elaine" dance moves from Seinfeld and a smooth Mary Katherine Gallagher performance from SNL. Yes, folks, I can be classy at a four star resort.

During my next stint in graduate school, there were two opportunities to glide across the dance floor. The Graduate School Ball (read Prom). At the first one, Dr. H and I danced to big band music. Although I tend to lead and Dr. H. attempts to gracefully glide me across the floor, our dancing ain't pretty but it works for us and we enjoy ourselves. After the Big Band left, a D.J. set up his music and began playing rap. Not just your run of the mill, top 40 rap, but what sounded like to a suburban/country bumpkin girl: gangsta rap. Certainly, rap is appropriate at some venues; however, a "formal ball" does not seem to be one of them. I tried my best to dance but I could not find the beat and felt like again that I was dancing like Elaine, but not intentionally. That is when the voice in my head screamed: "YOU ARE GETTING OLD!" Furthermore, I kept thinking and might have actually said out loud: "I can't believe what kids are listening to these days."

We attended another ball my last year in graduate school. This time the D.J. played music from the 80's and 90's (i.e. songs I recognized) and I enjoyed dancing. Granted, it wasn't purdy. I'm sure I took my shoes off and had one too many drinks in my system. The great part about it was that I had fun dancing with my friends and Prof. H.

Fast forward to next weekend. The first event is a formal affair where I have been told drinks flow freely. I think that I can handle it. I have a nice outfit and I can enjoy watching others make asses out of themselves because I am at a point where I do not drink to get drunk. The second event is going out "on the town" with 30-something friends. To dance. In public. Probably at a club.

Because I am a newbie to the area, I have no idea where to go. I rather not go to a college bar because well, I am not in college. Also, I prefer someplace not too smokey. Those two prerequisites eliminate most of my options. The question is: where?

Jeezum Crow

Some days I really really really wish I could write about my job here but alas, there's that whole confidentiality thingy and not losing my job stuff. But the weirdest things do go down in workplaces. That's all for now.

On a slightly different but relevant tangent, here are some careers I should have done instead:

  1. Veterinarian (I admit it, I like animals better than people)
  2. Nurse Practitioner (I like the medical field somewhat)
  3. Pub and brewery owner (Mmmmm, beer...)
  4. World leader (yeah right)
  5. Professional boss of people (DO WHAT I SAY DAMMIT)
  6. Leadership analyst at the CIA (it's a real job)
  7. Party/Event Planner (I like parties, sue me, wait don't)
  8. Professional rock climber (long, long time ago maybe)
  9. Outdoor gear shop owner (REI/EMS but on a smaller scale)
  10. Have an Animal Planet show on something involving a lot of travel to really cool places
  11. Advice columnist (SO I CAN TELL YOU WHAT TO DO DAMMIT)

On a more serious note, after reading over at Eriepressible, I added some other choices:

  1. Librarian (I love books)
  2. Used book store owner (see above)
  3. Artist (I was a studio art major in college)
  4. Doggy daycare owner (how fun would it be to spend time with dogs all day!)
  5. Art and antiquity restoration (see # 3)
  6. City planner (I have some many ideas for this city!)
  7. Professor of Women's Studies (graduate degree)

Back to the real world...

Vegetarian's Review of Pho 78

For an Asian restaurant, Pho 78 does not have many vegetarian options. That does not mean the choices taste bad. Saturday night, Professor Husband and I went to Pho 78 for dinner. Perhaps it was because we went a little late but we were the only patrons at the restaurant. Needless to say, we were seated and served promptly.

Because it was freezing outside, we ordered hot tea to warm us up. For appetizers, I had the vegetarian spring roll and Prof. H ordered the shrimp rolls. My appetizer came out quickly. As usual, it tasted good and the vegetables inside were fresh and crisp. I must say that I love the sauce that comes with the rolls. It is a nice combination of peanutty goodness and spicy. For some reason, Prof. H's shrimp rolls did not come out until after our vegetarian vermicelli bowls were served. It seems like if two people order appetizers, one would bring them both out at the same time. The shrimp roll was not what was expected. Prof. H expected an actual roll with veggies, noodles and shrimp. Instead, it was shrimp wrapped in a roll and deep fried. He said it tasted fine but it was not exactly what he wanted.

The vegetarian bowls had fresh vegetables and those weird crispy pieces of tofu that I don't quite get. I think Pho 78 is the only place that cooks the tofu that way. The vermicelli did not have quite as much a kick as I would have hoped. I added some of the different sauces from the lazy susan (I love the fact there is a lazy susan at the table) to give it a more spicy flavor. Overall, I enjoyed the meal.

Here is my favorite part of the dining experience. There is a television in the far corner. This particular night, they were watching a Star Search-like show from somewhere in Vietnam. Honestly, I am not sure what it was considering there was a woman in a very tiny bikini strutting her stuff across the stage and a man in drag putting on some sort of skit with another man. Also, the audience members dressed in evening gowns and black tie. Actually, most of the singers were quite good (one woman had an amazing voice) with the exception of this one woman singing with an American rapper who I could not identify. She sang she was searching for "her special friend" and in the chorus she rapped (?) "four, five, six I don't know who to pick, seven take me straight to heaven".

It was awesome. Truly awesome.

It makes me wonder what people from other countries think when they watch "talent" shows from the United States like American Idol and Dancing with the Stars.

In sum, Pho 78 has good vegetarian options (even more so if you eat fish) for a reasonable price. If you like spice, you should probably add some of the sauces from the lazy susan (susan, get off your ass!).

Pho 78, 3965 West 12th Street, Erie, PA 16505-3343 (814) 833-8883

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Saturday, December 02, 2006

Vegetarian's Review of Butch's Place

Breakfast is my favorite meal and when a friend suggested Butch's Place, I decided to check it out. With a name like "Butch's Place", I was initially skeptical. I imagined a smokey diner (yeah, yeah, dinor) with greasy meat-loaded options. Fortunately, I was pleasantly surprised.

First, we noted a small sign in the window stating it was a non-smoking establishment. Of course, that delighted us. We entered the diner and found it was clean, bright, and inviting. There was a small row of seats at the counter for the individual patron. The vast majority of Butch's Place had plenty of seating and the room was split into two sections. Although the restaurant was full, the volume of the crowd was not unreasonable with the exception of one man speaking in A REALLY LOUD VOICE about shooting things down and tearing down sheet metal. Honestly, the rest of us do not care.

As the waitress seated us, she asked if we wanted coffee or another beverage. Immediately, she brought hot coffee to our table. A nice bonus was finding Splenda at the table. Although most of breakfast choices had meat, the dishes could easily be prepared without it. I selected the Cajun eggs with poached eggs, onions, peppers, hash browns, wheat toast, and no ham. My husband ordered two eggs over easy with hash browns and rye toast. After we ordered, the waitress asked if we were vegetarians. When eating out in this city, waitstaff rarely inquire about our eating habits. The one exception was Cafe 38 and they were unbelievably accommodating. I told her that we are vegetarians. She said her daughter never liked to eat meat and when she turned sixteen, she allowed her daughter to become a vegetarian. We discussed how preparing meals for vegetarians is a lot simpler than most believe. I appreciated her understanding towards our eating habits rather than the usual accusations and questioning I typically receive when I tell folks that I opt not to eat meat.

She brought the food out within five to ten minutes. Everything was hot and the portions were quite large. The cook poached the eggs perfectly: runny but not so much that I feared an encounter with salmonella. The green peppers and onions were cooked just enough so they were not too crispy (burnt beyond recognition) or too soggy (where the grease could lubricate my entire digestive system). The potatoes were slightly dry and bland but if I mixed them with the eggs, they tasted fine. I would suggest cooking the potatoes with the onions and peppers to give them more flavor. Perhaps a little bit of fresh or crushed garlic and spices would give the dish even more of a kick. Overall, priced at $14.00 our breakfast was a good deal for the portions and quality.

On a side note, no eggs Benedict could be found on the menu. Since moving here, I have been on a mission to find eggs Benedict. The only restaurant which serves it is Eat N Park and it was literally one of the most disgusting meals I have ever eaten. Of course as my husband pointed out, I should have known. Fake orange cheese IS NOT a substitute for hollandaise sauce. So alas, I will continue my journey to find edible eggs Benedict's. Bonus to anyone who serves polenta eggs Benedict like Ruth's in Salt Lake City. Yummmmmm.

Butch's Place, 3330 West 26th Street, Erie, PA 16506

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Friday, December 01, 2006

Cross Posting the Cure


I am cross posting this from Finnegan's Osteosarcoma Ordeal (see Finnegan's Osteosarcoma Ordeal) because it is important to me for obvious reasons!


No silly, not the band, The Cure.

If you will note on the side bar below, there is a pink paw that states "we are the cure". If you click on the paw, you will be directed to We Are the Cure, a website about cancer in animals. The organization provides grants for veterinary researchers and the website has information about different types of cancer. Likewise, you can donate money to the organization to help find a cure for critter cancer (hint hint).


That's my plug since I have a vested interest and all!

Jammin' Out

Last night, Husband, Friend (her husband was on call), and I went to see Cats a Bear at TRECPI last night. Overall, it was a pleasant experience. We brought some Magic Hat microbrews and sat a table toward the back. Cats a Bear played some fairly traditional pieces and stayed away from jazz fusion. The crowd seemed pretty mellow and steady stream of people grazed at the light hors devoirs table. I appreciated the variety of folks at the event from Penn State Behrend students taking notes to older folks enjoying a bottle of wine and some conversation. My one unusual observation was a Rolls Royce parked in the lot. Odd.

I only have a few complaints about the venue. I felt the tables were set up awkwardly. Because of the table arrangement, I had a difficult time seeing the musicians. I felt that the band appeared to be more background music for a dinner event rather than the main attraction. I would like to see some space next to or by the musicians for some dancing if the mood strikes.


Overall, TREC is a great (and green!) building and I am glad to see it being used in the evening for events like this. TREC would be a great place for quartets, funk bands, and the like to play. I hope other musical events continue throughout the winter.

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