| Poor Puppy |
[Jan. 31st, 2007|12:33 pm] |
Haley hurt her self last night. She was running and all of a sudden started yelping and having trouble with her back legs. I got her to the vet first thing today, and she said that (probably) it is musclcular and not a serious concern, but she has to be grounded for a week or more. There is a slight chance she slipped a disk (whatever that is) and it could get worse. She is on pain meds, but is still a very sad little dog. It is like slow motion Haley, and she whimpers whenever she has to get up from laying down or go up stairs. Peanut butter seems to keep her happy for a little while. Maybe I will just give her the whole jar. That should last her a while.
Anyway I do not know what this does for my trip to Portland, because vet said no that is a bad idea, and Minkie says yes we can lift her in the car carrier. If she does end up coming she will not be able to come to the baby shower, because she has to stay still. Woe is haley. She won't be able to present little Krzesniak with the little baby sweater she wove herself out of her own hair.
Eric |
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| YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. |
[Aug. 9th, 2006|04:19 pm] |
Hey everyone I am alive. I am sure you were all holding your breath. I actually had a nice train trip across the country. The only hard part was the last leg from chicago to pittsburgh, but the train was pretty empty so I had my row to myself. Let me tell you all about it.
Day one: said bye to minkie and dog, and was sad and nervous. But then I got a complimentary bottle of champagne. Ahh california vintage. Then I proceeded to drink 1/3 bottle of wild turkey, 3 beers and play video games till 1 am. Unfortunately I thought it would be better to sleep with my head facing the front of the train(I realized my mistake after one sleepless night).
Day two: skipped breakfast feelin a little cracked out. Played video games, watched movies, read. Ate lunch with a lovely older couple from the twin cities. He dismissed me as a nut when I told him about my kaleidoscopes, but she was very interested, and had a crazy accent. He was a trucker. Drank more wild turkey played video games, read, slept soundly(feet facing front)
Day three: ate early breakfast, videogames, movie, book. at 4Pm I switched trains. Now I hate to sound like a shit but I have one question. I was on the train from p-town to chicago for two nights. By the time I got off the bathroom was still clean. I got on the train to pittsburgh and seriously within one hour there was piss all over. Is there some genetic difference between people from the two locations that makes one group embarrassed when the train hits a bump and they spray the wall so that they clean it up, while the other group is merely entertained by it, but quickly forget as they scratch their "tags" into the otherwise perfectly good mirror. Ok I sound like a snot, but anyway, I bought a 5 dollar beer, finished my bottle of the turkey and then . . . played videogames YAY, and fell asleep. I got in at about 5 AM, and by the time my dad got me home the sun was up, and I promptly passed out. On the way home dad told me to get some sleep, and I guess I was babbling pretty badly, because he told me to shut up. ( I had just seen a turkey in a field, and told him that he should carry a shotgun in his audi s-4 for such opportune moments. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2006|11:33 am] |
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Hey everyone. In case you did not know I am taking a train to pennsylvania. I leave sunday. I have packed countless books and video games, a bottle of wild turkey, a sixpack of pabst tall cans(cuz they taste the same warm or cold) some cliff bars, fruit, water, and personal effects. Can anyone think of anything else I might need. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|05:18 pm] |
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Hello all. We all know I am really bad at keeping up with these things, but I will try. The deer was cute, but it scared us all for a bit. I came out of my tent after everyone went to bed and it was licking adams leftover wine out of his mug. She looked up at me for about 20 seconds, lost interest and continued consuming her tasty achoholic goodness. She was bout 20 feet away mind you. Any how . . . |
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| Hi guys! |
[Aug. 2nd, 2006|10:29 pm] |
My name is Eric, and I'm great because minkie loves me.
I'm a great glass blower, and I own a dog. Add me or die. |
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