Dog Days- Just talking crap

Dog Days- Just talking crap

Current mood:amused

I generally spend my day in the company of my 2 dogs. One is a 10 year old female Border Collie - German Shepard Mix (Tiny) and one is a 2 year old Blue Leopard Catahoula (Foster).

Tiny came with the ready made family years ago, and she is the Lulu to my Sidney Poitier (To Sir With Love). She was buck wild, but now I dont even leash her when we walk. We generally have an understanding.

Foster was found roaming at the Mall as a puppy. He is now a big 100+ pound puppy who loves to cuddle and be cuddled. He is an absolute trip, and watching him (and Tiny) develop has been an amazing study on how breeds can know to do things instinctively without being told.

What is making me chuckle today is Foster. First thing I do every day is take the dogs for a walk. They have there particular places where they enjoy evacuating the old bowels. Foster has decided he likes to move his bowels a little creatively at times, which makes me crack up. He will find a low shrub or plant to straddle and leave his manifest on top of a branch or in the middle of the bush. He is prone to back into a stand of fern or weeds and drop his work, always completing with swishing his paws on the grass with a satisfied grin on his face.

Stupidly, this always makes me crack up...I must get pictures of this action one day, LOL!!

Think I will put some pics up of them in my pic area today.

Today is sucking...(warning-downer post)

Today is sucking...(warning-downer post)

Current mood:melancholy

Tough day today...one of those milestones in life days that you look back on for the rest of yours.

My Mom was one of the healthiest people I ever knew...never a sick day in her life...my Dad on the other hand was a hypochondriac heart patient who had been sick all his life and wasn't afraid to let you know it.

The house next door to me went up for sale a few years ago so I bought it and moved my Mom in. Six months later she had an episode of congestive heart failure and hasnt had a great day since. Good days and bad days..but all within the confines of her illness from which she has never recovered. My brother and I have spent the last couple years taking care of all of her needs; feeding her, looking out for her finances, household chores, hygiene...you name it...only break we get is when she is rehospitalized.

As her condition gets worse, it is tough to watch her suffer. That is the hardest part...to feel her pain and be able to do nothing about it.

She has been in a rehab for the last couple of weeks and is not doing real well...we definitely are seeing a declining condition. Her mental state is not so sharp, although she does have moments of lucidity at times.

I got home from work last night at 3am and a message was on the phone that she was back in the hospital again to be treated for dehydration. They could not find a vein to put an IV in at the rehab...

Today is the crossroads...she is having some other issues...renal failure, liver failure...and on and on... It is time to either treat her aggressively to prolong her agony or find an alternative.

So, in an hour, I am going over to sign her up for hospice with my brother. Then we get to call the family around the country and tell them...having that conversation several times. She may last a week or a year, who knows? But the difference is that hospice only worries about comfort, not treatment. So we are ceasing treatments, and concentrating on comfort. In some way that assuages MY pain.

It has been a rough ride. I remember signing the DNR on my Dad and letting him go. This is what my Mom wants as well...I was smart enough to get that in writing before her first surgery several years ago.

So...off I go to get on with my day. Happy happy joy joy. Then I will have lunch with my brother, make the phone calls then head out to become my charming public persona by showtime.

Be well mi amigos...and tell your Mom you love her today.

It only takes one...

ferslIt only takes one...

Current mood:weird

Was having a pretty good night last night...kinda slow, but everyone that was there for the most part was there for me so I was feeling the love.

Miss Audrey on stage singing Def Leppard, me singing backup and trouble brewing on the horizon.

THE FAUX PAS: Customer bum rushes the stage and ATTEMPTS to grab my mic. I grab his wrist with one hand and mute the channel with the other, and ask him to go away. He resists, but is guided off the stage by me without incident.

I'll give a guy a pass on that...no hard feelings.

THE CONFRONTATION: He returns...during the song while I am still singing/working...and says "Hey man, when they had the fund raiser for you I donated and youre gonna treat me like that?"

I said "Thanks for your help, but your donation did not buy you a license to be an asshole".

He said "I'm not being an asshole". But I pointed out he bum rushed my stage earlier and he is now confronting me while I am attempting to sing with a customer...stopping me from working, so I again asked him to leave the stage. He fires back that I suck, and that he is a better backup singer than I ever will be. Again, I direct him off the stage. He had a few choice words and symbolic hand gestures for me. So I wait until Audrey finishes the song, then address the situation on the mic.

THE RESOLUTION: I announce on mic that I can be the nicest guy in the world but not to f with me without expecting repurcussions. Got the obligitory F you from my new friend, so on mic, sans music, I asked for Crystal, Russ and Pacey to have this person removed from the bar. I then went about my business when I saw them and a few concerned patrons head to this guys table.

THE INTERESTING TWIST: Guy at the bar asks me to reconsider my directive as asshole is a friend of his and he says he can keep him under control. I asked him where he was when he went out of control before and told him I would leave it up to the bartender...that I already did my job to keep the show on course. If they can control him I am cool with it...all I ask is to not be abused further. Crystal approches me onstage and has a sympathetic feeling for this guy because I guess they all know him in some way. So I ask who he is...I mean I am not above giving a pass for a friend of a friend. She tells me he is in one of the bands that play there on Sundays (Donny from Septic something or other...). Well this just tweaks my nips on a whole 'nuther level as he is a pro himself. So I go down to give him some perspective.

THE SECOND CONFRONTATION: I say to him, "hey man, I hear you are in a band. Suppose I come to your show and bum rush the stage and take your mic away, start screaming into and and when you try to take it back, I say f you, I am a better singer than you will ever be?" He acted like it would be no problem, which I scoffed at, but then he said he would probably tell me to f off or something. So I gave him the look and asked how HE would deal with it. He flexed his arm and made a muscle an told me to deal with that. He then invited me several times into the parking lot. I pointed to my crotch and told him he could deal with that..then walked away.

I suppose it would have made him happy with himself to clock a guy in recovery from a broken neck and with a slightly crippled arm (cant really throw a good right with the nerve damage...). I really felt a swing coming so I was getting geared up to duck then return volley quickly if I had to , but there were plenty of people standing near who had my back so walking away was the smart thing to do. When that adrenaline and testosterone start going though, you get those caveman thoughts. It is the evolved thing to be able to supress them. Score Evolved 1, assholes nothing.

THE RESOLUTION I went back and said, "look...you were wrong...your friends know it and as a pro you should know better...all I am looking for is an apology." He said he had an apology in the parking lot. Then he said he would apologize on one condition...that I come to one of his shows on Sunday night. I said that I worked on Sundays, so he said, "well then f*** you."

Cant argue with that logic. So, I again asked for him to be removed and he was. Kept right on going with out missing a beat, but I took some good natured ribbing about being a troublemaker on a Wednesday night.

And, how was your night?