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I think it was yesterday when Mom told me that this time when she gave Benji a bath, she used laundry bleach to "make he more apricot." He's not orange, blue, bald, lime green or any other weird color, so I'm hoping that's an indication she didn't leave it in very long. That, or maybe she mistook one of the copious jars of sauerkraut for a jug of bleach, the same way she mistook an old, inbred, single-toothed, hard and unappealingly proportioned brown toy poodle for a home decorative item.
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*Benji dances around at Mom's feet, glancing at his food bowl constantly*
“Boy, dog, you know? Dey can't talk but Dey sure can...you know.”
“Yep,” Dad says, continuing to pull on his boots. “They seem to be able to let you know what they're thinking without having to say anything at all.”
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Chaco
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Jun. 28th, 2008 @ 08:34 pm
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Parents woke me up this morning to tell me Chocolate was dying. She was fine when we left for Arizona, but when I got back Mom told me she must have had a stroke or something. She had goop around her eyes and running down her chest, and she was acting weird, not eating or drinking, and yelping and running away from Mom and Dad sometimes. When I went out to see her most of the time she would just stare out into space like nobody was there, though a few times when I went out she actually looked at me and wagged her tail kind of sadly. She never yelped and ran from me, but I did see her do if from Benji, and from a piece of ham (Seriously. I held it above her, she looked at it like she didn't know what it was, then me, then opened her mouth very slow and wide to let me put it in, and then her eyes bugged out and she yelped and ran. Then she looked guilty, like she thought she was disappointing me somehow, and after I went into the bathroom and came back, the ham was gone, even though I'm pretty sure she had no appetite ^_^;). Mom fed her watered down dog food, but she was really just too old. I think it might have been a little cold when she was born, and we have movies of her jumping after us in tracks and footprints in the snow, so maybe she was born in 91 or 92 when I was in 1st or 2nd grade. I know I wrote a postcard to her for a school assignment I have somewhere, so maybe I could check that way. Anyway, that makes her 15 or 16. Very old poodle. When I went upstairs she was laying in her bed and not doing much but breathing kind of hard, and eventually she just breathed a little harder, spasmed a little, and died. Most of the time she was just staring off at nothing, but sometimes she would start moving her tail back and forth for a little while. She was still staring at nothing so I figured it was just a muscle thing, but Mom saying she was wagging her tail because she was glad we were there still made me sad. It's a shame she didn't live till huckleberry season, they like going a lot because they can run around without leashes, and she liked eating the berries off the bushes, and it's supposed to be a good year. And it was always cute to watch her whine and worry when the family got too far apart so she couldn't keep an eye on all of us at the same time, and would start constantly running back and forth between everyone to check up on us. Her mama died when she was really small, so for a surprisingly long time she seemed to be convinced I was her mama. I guess after she got older she started considering herself all our mamas instead. ^_^; I guess she wouldn't have liked to go in the state she was in, though. It would have been even sadder to have to leave her locked up behind.
And sorry for not giving a nice, snarky report about YaoiJam. The planning for it was absolutely horrendous (it was a first year con so I kind of expected that, but geez. Of course it being my first I'm not sure how it compares to other first year cons, but I can't help but think they must be a little better.), but other than that I just had nothing amusing to say, because all but a few of the people were nothing like the otaku I'd met in person randomly or in Japanese class and such. The ones we talked to were all fairly cool, down-to-earth, people. They all loved series I didn't, of course, but when a person actually has a pleasant personality, suddenly it doesn't really matter what they read in their free time, anyway. Even when there was a panel with pure yaoi smut being projected onto the wall and being read aloud, instead of hooting and squealing about how omgtotallyhawt it was, the entire audience mercilessly heckled and snarked at the writing, art, sound effects, and just about anything they could get their hands on. It seemed to be the point of the entire panel. Even when during certain events the crowd did act a little more like silly hormonal teenagers and it DID get a little tiring, I always still got the feeling they were just kind of playing along with the mood and weren't really as insane as they were pretending. I have a hard time believing the company at all anime cons is like this, much less all yaoi fans, though. Part of it was probably just the main group we ended up in (by the end of the first day people had settled off into little clicks. I fluctuated between trying to ignore how reminiscent it was of high school since the people really were better than high schoolers and I felt rather bad snickering....and, well, snickering. Aaah. I'm an old lady), but I dunno. I feel like I have to go to another one just so I can meet horrible, embarrassing, annoying people so that I can ridicule then and REGAIN MY HONOR. Not enough to actually do it, but, you know.
Speaking of old ladies, though. GUESS WHO WERE THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE WHO I RAN INTO THAT LIKED THE SAME SERIES AS ME. ...Ok, they weren't THAT old. Like, early middle aged, maybe. *really bad at guessing age* But yeah. And then when I was in the dealer's room I found myself listening to two (even older?) ladies shopping and recommending things to each other, since their opinion sounded a lot more reasonable to me than all the younger people running around squeeing about what they liked. I guess I have the taste of an old woman. Tch. FINE. I REGRET NOT MY OBSESSION WITH OOFURI. ME AND TAJIMA WILL SHOW THEM. SOMEDAY THEY'LL ALL BE OLD, AND THEY'LL FALL VICTIM TO HIS IT'S CHARMS. GENMITSU NI.
If you see me in person, no talking to me too much about Chaco. I'll think about her too much anyway, so, you know.
EDIT: Here are videos of us at the con. I know it's lame I'm not in any of them, but, well, recording. But if you like to see Jenny laugh. (And who doesn't?)
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Melissa and Laura so totally should have stayed for dinner last night. They probably would have been talking to Pock so that she wouldn't have noticed when I boiled a large pot of Tang to put the cauliflower in. That stuff looks kinda like cheese sauce.
http://www.ratemykitten.com/ratemy/kitten?image=210087
http://www.ratemykitten.com/ratemy/kitten?image=210088
They flipped dead Loa picture. How cruel. She doesn't look as stupid now.
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PapaMama Quotes of the Day
Me: (entering the kitchen where the floor has been peeled up, just saying this to be weird)This place smells like floor.
Mama: (disgusted) I know!
Papa: I have a fan for you.
Me: Now I have another fan.
Papa: Oh. You have two fans. You have a fan club!
Me: ...
Today's Insprirational Story:
Benji the dog likes to pee, and he especially likes to pee against the counter in the kitchen. Many times, Benji will even wait outside the glass door right behind people's feet so that he may sneak in behind them and run to the edge of the counter. It's just that good a place to pee. It's probably the male dog equivalent to those restrooms in Seattle with the TV's above the urinals. (though just like humans, Benji will gladly pee in other places, such as against the chair legs or couch, as well)
Despite the happiness this obviously brings Benji, Mother does not like it when he pees on the counter side, or as she calls it "hien he leg ova dere." Whenever Benji hein he leg, Mother gets very, very angry. Benji will be screamed at and forced to go outside where he will listen through the glass door to threats of being slaughtered or given away.
This is how things have been since the beginning of time, as far back as Benji can remember.
And then today. Today, Mother wishes to remove the brown-cardboardy paper that was underneath the ugly yellow linoleum that was underneath the ugly tiled linoleum that had been covering our kitchen floor. It is glued down hard, and there seems to be no peeling it off. Mother and Father decide they will have to sand down the paper on the floor till they reach the wood. It will be dusty and hot. The world is filled with unhappiness.
Then, Mother notices something wonderful. For some reason, the paper around the counter is peeling up off the floor. It does not need to be sanded off, for it can be peeled off the wood easily. But why?
And then Mother realized. And so, instead of sanding off the paper and being dusty and hot, we mopped the floor till the paper was soaked, and then peeled it off in sheets.
So, thank you Benji. For you kindness, for you strength. For your forethought, for your patience. For your courage, your humanity. It is for people like you that the world keeps turning.
Note: Mom is laying on my bed right now staring at the computer and convinced that I am writing to my boyfriend.
Jun. 23rd, 2004 @ 10:12 pm
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1.Go into your LJ's archives.
2.Find your 23rd post.
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
I think the lady walking them thought I was weird because I was staring at them the entire time she was walking in front of me, but they were right there saying, "Pet me Nora!" with their big ears and their long noses and their hot-dog-shaped bodies and their non-existent leags and their little tingy Wlsh Corgie feeet!
Apr. 30th, 2004 @ 12:55 am
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Some of the Reasons Why I Should Run on the Treadmill for 30 Minutes
1. My babies are going to be ugly, because only an ugly man will marry a fat girl.
2. There is no point in going to college, becuase I will just die of fat and it will all have been a waste of money.
3. I am starting to look like Sarah, and she isn't going to live very long.
4. I have "So much meat." "Lump, lump, lump."
5. Mama willin to spend the money Noa go doctor get some pills.
6. If I lose weight now, my skin will grow back. (Though "We don't have much time." as mama said to Clay when I was gone.)
7. "Shyeeat."
8. I have boyfriend later, he gonna be lookin at all the skinny girl, how that make me feel?
9. Another insulting thing that mom said about Sarah, and possibly Bruce, that I cannot remember.
10. Clay, you make your eyebrow look real ugly.
I keep forgetting the other stuff she said, but whenever I go upstairs asking her to remind me, dad just stops her from talking and tells her that I'm just teasing her. Anyway, she spent much of last night trying to convince me to go to the doctor today. I told her I would take up smoking instead, but she said it would make me old.
In other news, the rats have been living in a rabbit hutch with a handful of newspaper shreads, red/brown water, and and cat food. And they really do smell bad now. Xeous had a poofy, red eyeball with goo around it, Bruce had a hole ripped out of his ear, and Willard has grown slighly. Xeous' eye went normal a while after I gave him a bath.
Mar. 17th, 2004 @ 04:44 pm
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I saw a Welsh Corgie! Two of them. Welsh Corgai! One woofed at me! I think the lady walking them thought I was weird because I was staring at them the entire time she was walking in front of me, but they were right there saying, "Pet me Nora!" with their big ears and their long noses and their hot-dog-shaped bodies and their non-existent leags and their little tingy Wlsh Corgie feeet! Ooo.
Dec. 17th, 2003 @ 03:11 pm
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