Archive for August, 2009

Yesterday and more

August 16, 2009

We went to the Adoptapalooza at Little Shelter yesterday, an annual event.  I was thinking that if we happened to find a dog that suited our needs, I might consider adopting a third.  Dan said no more dogs, at least not now.  I understand what he means.  Bugsy and Snaps are a handful.  I’m looking at the future.  Snaps will be 14.  Who knows how much longer we’ll have him?  I don’t know how Bugsy will feel about being an only dog.  He might love it!  Or wonder where Snaps went, and if we’re planning to send him there next!  LOL!

I saw a sad-looking small mixed dog no one had adopted.  They told me he was 8 years old.  I wouldn’t bring another male into the house, so that eliminated him, but he kept looking around as if to ask, “Every other dog seems to be finding a home; where’s mine?”  Dan called me over to look at a blind 10 year old female shih tzu.  Right sex, but we already own a blind dog, and I didn’t really want one that was already 10 years old.  All the puppies had already been snatched up, and because of my husband’s allergies, I need one that doesn’t shed.  We left empty-handed, but we bought $40 in tickets for the Chinese auction they were having, and I went to every booth–from adopt a Greyhound to Akita rescue to drop off a donation.

At least a lot of dogs appeared to be getting adopted yesterday, and the Adoptapalooza continues today.

Oh, I had to tell y’all what happened Friday, when I brought my urine to the HIP lab!

I had called in the morning and spoken to who I THOUGHT was my doctor’s nurse.  She told me to bring a urine sample to the lab before it closed at 3:45 so they could test it for a UTI.  I’d taken a round of antibiotics and still had all the symptoms.  So I put my pee into a clean container (I’ve done this before) and reported to the lab about 3 PM.  They looked in the computer, and there was nothing in there about a test for my pee!

The accommodating lab clerk kindly ran down to my doctor’s office, only to find she had gone home sick.  (The irony!)  Her nurse wasn’t available, either.  They sent me to the front desk, where I worriedly outlined my problem to another very accommodating soul (utterly amazing)!  I’m standing there, pee in my container, in hand, fearing this was how they thought I got my jollies–bringing urine to the lab without a test appointment.

The clerk paged my doctor’s nurse three times, and when she received no answer, went in search of her.  I waited 25 minutes; it was growing very close to lab closing time!

Finally, they reached my doctor’s nurse, who asked to speak to me.  She wanted to know WHO I’d spoken to, but my spotty memory had blanked out the woman’s name.   She was very reluctant to put me in for the culture test without my doctor’s OK, but I explained that I had had this infection for well over two weeks, and was not feeling well.   So she took care of it.  Thank God!  I went to the lab, gave them my pee, and went on my way.  Now I have to wait for the test results to be put on an antibiotic they KNOW will take care of it.

Now WHO at the HIP center, I wonder, gets HER jollies telling people to come in for tests without setting them up for them?

Love, Robin


What I’ve been doing this week!

August 14, 2009

Hi, all!  Most of this week has been spent sitting on my fat ass working on inputting my SUPERNATURAL eps.  (Go look there, friends, please!)  It’s a lot of work, but when it’s a labor of love, I can’t really call it work.  I think of all those hours and hours I spent working on DARK SHADOWS episodes, and this seems like a lot less by comparison–but I’m lots older and more tired now!

Still, every time I watch an episode of this show, I see something new.  To me, that’s a quality TV show!  I watched “Mystery Spot” yesterday and today, and I was really impressed with Jared Padalecki.  He was good as Rory’s boyfriend in GILMORE GIRLS, but as Sam Winchester, he’s become an actor of depth and brilliance.  Working with Jensen Ackles, viewing Jared and him are like watching a shiny, balanced, perfectly-pumping machine.  They keep me awestricken!

I have to run some urine (pee) over to the lab.  Even though I had a three day course of antibiotics, I think I still have a bladder infection.  So I have to give them some urine .  I should stop puttering around here and get my ass off to the lab.

I will try to post more frequently here.  Problem is, most days there’s little to tell.  Ooh, I forgot–yesterday I bought a new pair of sneakers and four boxes of coffee at Kohl’s.  They had a BIG sale and gave 30% more off if you used their credit card.  I had to apply for one when I got there, no big deal.  So I bought the sneaks for $40 (Reeboks), and four boxes of Keurig coffee packs, $10, each, and got 30% off on top of that!  Nice deals! I do LOVE saving money, don’t you?

Love, Robin

Me and Bugsy, the dog who bites first!

August 14, 2009
Robin and Bugsy, the dog who bites the world!

Robin and Bugsy, the dog who bites the world!

Something that saddened me today

August 14, 2009

My local newspaper, our only paper, really, had an article on the second page about something happening this weekend they don’t normally cover. Little Shelter is an animal rescue group that works here on Long Island, New York, rescuing dogs and cats, finding them homes. They are a no-kill shelter, and my husband and I support them whenever possible.

The article said they currently are housing more than twice the number of dogs and THREE times the number of cats and kittens than they normally do. With people losing homes and barely able to feed themselves, they have had to give up beloved pets in droves over the past year or so. It’s truly heartbreaking.

This weekend, they have a major adoption event. While I would love to add another dog to our home, my husband and son won’t let me; they say two dogs is enough for now. My husband and I have attended for the past several years. They have some wonderful Chinese auctions, and for a $20 donation, we have won tickets to Mets/Yankees ball games, restaurants, spas, etc., more than getting back what we have donated.

My only problem is seeing all the dogs and pups they have for adoption. I WANT all of them! Barring that, I know my contribution will help feed and house them at Little Shelter, at least.

My prayer is that there will be a lot of folks there tomorrow and Sunday, looking to adopt dogs and cats, and that Little Shelter will find they have matched lots of happy people with the wonderful love of pets–and thin out their overcrowded shelter.

Love, Robin

My bad!

August 4, 2009

I know, I’ve been lax. That might happen until I’ve gotten back into the habit of writing a blog again.

Tuesday evening, I went out to dinner with Sharon, my best friend of over 40 years. We were constructing our ideal man if we were to start from now, from our vantage point of having each had a not-so-perfect husband for over 30 years apiece. Sharon’s most cherished quality, was honesty, and she wanted the joy of that first kiss that left her breathless and made her feel the flush of brand-new love.

As for me, I wanted a guy who would slowly, lovingly, usher me into great sex. Am I, even now, capable of enjoying it, given my unhappy background? Even if given a good partner? I don’t know, but having a man who took his time, was in great physical shape (yes, I’m shallow, I want a guy I’m truly attracted to!), is part of the package I insist on. There will be orgasms, many, and it will be fantastic!

Funny thing is, when Sharon talked about that kiss, I almost wanted to plant one on her, just to see if *I* could give her the kiss she wanted! What the fuck, Robin?

We spoke of that time when our husbands pre-decease us, when we move in together, take care of each other, go on vacations and enjoy whatever years we have left as platonic companions. It never occurs to us that we might die before our husbands do or that one of us or both of us might meet another guy.

Dan went to a Grassroots concert last night, presented free by the town of Farmingdale. I had planned to join him, but I got a call from V requesting that I finish up my SUPERNATURAL column, so I used that as an excuse to beg off going. These things are so crowded, we usually have to park really far away and walk a long distance, then sit equally far away. Dan told me it was a fabulous concert. I felt guilty sending him alone, but he met lots of his co-workers there, so he really wasn’t all by himself.

The weather has been warm, and some days very humid. We’ve been using the A/C a lot, so our electric bills will be terrible. I think I’ll leave them for Dan to open!

I finally called down south and made arrangements for my retirement. I have a feeling what I’ll be getting as my pension won’t come anywhere NEAR covering all our bills, but I’ll just get a part time job and not worry about it. I will be FREE of that terrible, mind-numbing, soul-stealing place, and that’s what counts! Yee haw!

Brad has to set up his financing for the house, and I guess once that happens, he’ll be the proud owner of his own house! I vacillate between sad, scared and proud every time I think of looking in his room and not seeing him, his bed or his furniture! We might be able to bring this house to some semblance of order now!

Nah! I’m kidding myself. I live with DAN! Chief of Farts and Disorder!

Beginning this week, we’re getting two reruns of SUPERNATURAL Thursday nights–one at 8 PM, one at 9. Does it get any sweeter than this?

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I worked on SUPERNATURAL, season 3, episode 8 – “A Very Supernatural Christmas.” Check it out!