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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 Moogi.com 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?

Please check out Moogi.com!

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

I have begun!

July 23, 2009

Yesterday, I spent two hours having V (and that is the name both you and I will know him by) of Moogi explaining to me how I will be entering SUPERNATURAL into Moogi’s database.  Was I nervous?  YES!  Was I confused?  YES!  Was the amount of information he gave me over those two hours enough to make me wonder if I was biting off more than I can chew?  Hell, yes!

Then I remembered–years ago, I used to arise at 3:30 AM, take my laptop into my living room, fire up my VCR (remember those?), and write a review/synopsis of two episodes per day, five days a week!  That’s 10 half hour episodes per WEEK!  It was including bits of dialogue, my own wry commentary.  I had to stop the recorder and go back, listen to what I missed, take notes, type dialog verbatim!  Imagine–DARK SHADOWS was 1,224 episodes, and I sat and did that with every single one!

Was I crazy?  Yes, but I loved that damn show that much, as much as I now love SUPERNATURAL, and I think I can handle doing what V wants done one episode per WEEK!

V asked me to work on one episode from season 3, since I have the DVD, so I requested “A Very SUPERNATURAL Christmas.”  It’s one of my favorite eps, it has lots of brotherly love–and so many mentions of pagan gods and lore that I barely could understand!  That might be a problem, but I’ll figure it out.  V wants me to dig out all the little bits of detail and information hidden in every episode, like digging out gems. It’s a lot easier to see what I’m talking about than to understand it from my description here.  Go to Moogi.com, please and you’ll see what’s going on.  I snagged SUPERNATURAL, and I am ecstatic!

Son Brad is still on his cruise; no news to report there.  He hasn’t called since last time to tell me how much fun he’s having.  Hey, I wish he was here and I was there.  God, I love cruising!

My older dog, Snaps, is having trouble walking and I’m very worried about him.  He’s going to get clipped Saturday and then I’m getting him to the vet.  I think he’ll feel a lot better after he’s washed and clipped.  The eye we had operated on looks pretty good, but he always gets a rash in the summer on his back, and the only thing that works on that is a bath in this special shampoo we bought for him.  He’s going to be 14 on August 20th, no longer a youngster.  He still loves eating scraps from the dinner table (a bad habit DADDY taught him as a  puppy), and walking on a leash.  I take him and his brother (that would be biting Bugsy) out once daily, other times they have our fenced-in yard to enjoy and run around in.

So I sat down with the DVD of  “A Very SUPERNATURAL Christmas” and got about halfway through it, noting when the scenes began and ended (not my favorite portion of this project; they want the exact begin and end time, minutes and seconds) and what happened in each scene.   I love synopsizing episodes, always have, but Moogi is going to give those who come to the site so much more bang for their buck!

Last night, Dan and I went to Giovanni’s Wednesday night pasta dinner special.  When we moved here in 1988, it was only $5.95, but today it’s $9.95 for salad, a choice of 40 different pasta dishes, cheesecake and coffee.  I almost always have linguini with red clam sauce and Dan chose spaghetti with meatballs.  Yummy!  I skipped the cheesecake since I’m trying to be good, dietwise.

Speaking of which, when she saw his terrible A1C, Dr. Jacob put Dan on a shot of insulin this past Monday.  Since he started taking it, in addition to watching his food intake, his sugars have been PERFECT.  I’m happy for him.  My last A1C was worse than my previous one, which is why I’m being much more careful in what I’m eating.   The pasta we ate last night was the very worst food we’ve ingested in quite a while.  Tonight, I’m making salmon.

Love, Robin

July 20, 2009

I was SO SICK when I got home last night, I laid in the lounge chair, unable to budge.  I asked Dan for a garbage can or something else I could vomit into, so terrible was the nausea in my belly.  He handed me the big brown bowl in which we usually keep fruit.  I did my best to refrain from vomiting, not wanting to upchuck the pills I’d taken while out with Jess.

Truthfully, I should have stayed home, but dizzies or not, I’d promised Jess that I’d go to the movies and out for a bite to eat with her, and I didn’t want to break my promise.  I was feeling overly full and dizzy after eating at the Mediterranean restaurant with Dan, but I gave myself a few moments to rest before driving over to Jess’ house, thinking I’d be OK if I relaxed and rested a bit.

Driving while dizzy is never a good thing, but I felt confident in my control over the car.  I had asked Jess to drive from her house to the theater, so I felt better that I wasn’t driving the entire way there.  Her dad seemed to feel we should be going to the beach instead of the movies on such a perfect day, but just the thought of lying in the hot sun made my stomach lurch and my head do plies.

Jess drove us to the theater behind Starbucks, where we saw THE HANGOVER.  It was raunchy and funny, but I realized early on that I wasn’t in the mood for it.  I sensed I would have been belly laughing had I been feeling better; as it was, I was forcing my guffaws and giggles.  The movie WAS really funny, but I wasn’t able to appreciate it in the state I was in.

Afterwards, we went across the street to Panera Bread.  I ordered a cinnamon twist (very sweet) and coffee.  It was early, about 4:30, but I took all my medicine before enjoying the bun and coffee.  Jess and I had a nice, breezy conversation in our nice seat by the window, but my stomach started showing its displeasure shortly after I’d eaten, roiling and paining me.

After Jessie finished eating her chocolate chip bagel, we left.  I really thought I was going to pass out when we climbed out of her car.  I was all right driving home in mine, but I stumbled into my house and planted myself in the lounge chair, feeling as if my brain were spinning uncontrollably in my skull.

Feeling as if my blood sugar were low, I carefully, slowly ate a few small biscuits of Mini Shredded Wheat.  I felt a bit better.  I ate a few more.  I watched TRUE BLOOD and HUNG with one eye open, trying to stay awake.

Dan complained about the tiny, gnat-like bugs plaguing our house.  He wants them GONE, NOW, NOW!

I told him in a strange-hounding voice that I was dying and didn’t give a shit about the damn bugs; leave me alone!

It took a tremendous effort and several stops to urge my surging stomach to work my way upstairs, where I collapsed on my bed, gave myself my insulin injection and drank a few sips of water.  Realizing I had to use the toilet, I cursed, bounced off the walls making my way in there, sat half on and half off the toilet, did what I had to do, and nearly pitched forwards, my head narrowly missing the floor.

How was YOUR Sunday night, my friends?

Love, Robin

Harry Potter Again!

July 19, 2009

Dan and I ate breakfast at Krisch’s this morning, where they had new menus with higher prices. Our waitress, a stranger to us, apparently screwed up our order and we weren’t served breakfast for more than half an hour.  We complained about that to a waitress we’ve known there for many years who has apparently gotten promoted, and she only charged us for one breakfast, which was kind of nice.  As diabetics who’ve already taken our meds, we really can’t be left waiting too long to be served.  Plus I had to ask twice for water and our juices.

Dan, our friend Scott and I went to see Harry Potter today.  It was good, not great, but I wasn’t feeling that well, so maybe I just wasn’t able to fully appreciate it.  Afterward, Scott kept talking and spilling spoilers that were getting me so angry at him!  Did he have to tell us who DOESN’T kill Voldemort?  Did he HAVE to tell us that the person who DOES kill Voldemort is just the PERFECT person to do so?  I hate people who feel compelled to spoil, even veiled spoilers!

I woke up with the dizzies this morning.  It might have been the extreme humidity; we haven’t put the air conditioners in the windows yet.

Dan went out to get us food from Giovanni’s.  Even though I was suffering from the world’s worst case of heartburn, I had him get me a chicken roll with extra tomato sauce.  Every bite I swallowed was like a sword in my gut!  Then again, anything I ate would have made me feel equally horrible.

I should have just stayed in bed and slept today; it would have made the dizzies fade and most likely eased my heartburn, too.

Not the world’s most exciting day, but I did enjoy HARRY POTTER.  Those kids are growing up so cute!

Love, Robin

All About Brad

July 17, 2009

Brad, 26, is the kid I gave birth to on April 24, 1983, for those of you not in the know.  He’s the light of my life, the apple of my eye, all those corny cliches.

I awakened very early this morning to hit the computer because I knew I’d be taking him to his friend’s house in preparation for heading to the docks to catch his very first cruising ship.  Yup, my baby is heading off on his first cruise today, to Bermuda.  It’s a 10 dayer, too long, IMHO, for a first cruise, but he’s joining a friend of his and his parents, who urged their son to invite Brad and another friend to come along.  So three horny bachelors will be prowling this Princess cruise for chicks.

When Brad asked me to quiz him on last minute items he might need, I asked, “Did you bring any condoms?”  “Yes,” he answered quickly, then eyed me suspiciously.  “THAT’S the first thing you thought of?” he demanded incredulously, “not my insulin, passport, license, diabetes supplies, suntan lotion–CONDOMS?”

“I saw you’d packed everything else,” I said, “but the condoms you would have hidden from me, so I asked about those.”

He gave me a dirty look, but I WAS right.

Brad also gave me his Power of Attorney in case his lawyer called and wanted me to go to contract on the house he’s trying to buy.  There have been so many problems connected with this damn house in Wantagh!  It’s a gorgeous place, but when Brad had it looked over by a very detailed inspector, the guy found problems with the electricity (not 200 amps, as claimed, but 100); a brick wall needs to be completely rebuilt (for about $4,000); the deck in the backyard has no CO and wasn’t build to code); and the apartment built in the basement has a toilet that is issuing the odor of shit,

Anyway, the owners are getting a CO for the deck, but will most likely be taking down the pool, which Brad says he doesn’t mind because he can only use it three months out of the year, anyway.

The original asking price for the house was $415,000, and they agreed to let it go for $400,000.  That’s a great price for a house here on Long Island, New York, believe it or not.  It has three bedrooms and two full baths.  Plus the basement apartment has its own entrance from outside and could easily be used to bring in rental income, if Brad wants.  His friend Mark, who is very unhappy living at home, wants to move in with Brad and pay him rent.  Perhaps he can take the basement apartment and share the kitchen.

I REALLY don’t want to go to contract in Brad’s place.  For one thing, I’m very nervous about doing something I feel HE should be doing; I want him to take on ALL the scary experiences that go with purchasing a home.  For another, the signing will take place in Queens, and I don’t want to drive someplace I’ve never been before!  I get scared doing that, and usually, very lost, too!

However, I will do anything for my baby boy, who, at 26, still seems like a little boy to me.  Sure, he’s a teacher making more money in a year than I will ever see, but it’s hard for me to get past memories of that chubby-cheeked blue eyed boy who played for hours lining up his Matchbox cars on the kitchen floor.

Plus he has no idea how to cook!  He’s going to sit at the table in his own kitchen, waiting for some magic to occur and food to magically appear in front of him!

Love, Robin