Saturday, June 30, 2012


Weather still murderously hot, gas prices reportedly as low as $3.21/gallon in Anne Arundel County, but as soon as other stations lost power the owner jacked it up to $3.51. Very stressed out due to school, weather, car trouble, work and pigs, hope to be able to rest after the 4th.  


Literally. See for storm updates:
#DMVStorn #WTOPcool


Happy 82nd birthday to my mom!

Thursday, June 28, 2012


Last night after his second laser therapy treatment Puzzle was gaining a little weight, slurping up Critical Care and eating most veggies and some fruit and trying to eat hay and pellets -- anything to get him to eat. Perpetua, on the other hand, was VERY tired and not eating much and seemed to have trouble walking. Probably the result of being overheated, stressed out, too little water and too much fruit/veggies. I gave her a slug of vegetable oil and gave them both some CC and a little simethecone. This morning Puzzle seemed good, Perpetua was much better but still a little slow.
Miraculously we got to the vet's office and got seen to EARLY -- the treatment was done in eleven minutes. Lots of poops in Puzzle's carrier and either he and Perpetua finished their snacks or the tech threw them away. Perpetua peed in her carrier.
Things went fine until we got to downtown Bethesda. First the ABS light went on on my dashboard and then the airbag light, which was kind of unusual as the airbag had not been deployed. Heck, I didn't even know my car HAD one.
Now the fun begins. It's probably about 90 degrees and the car dies TOTALLY. I put on the flashers and try to call Progressive. Curse you, AT and T. It takes more than one effort. When I finally get through the stupid woman apparently has never heard of Bethesda. Probably never heard of Maryland for that matter. After I have to spell my name and address several times and explain that Old Georgetown Road, and Cordell Avenue are all MAJOR roads and it shouldn't be hard for the tow truck driver to find them. It turns out my Progressive Policy (fuck you, Flo) does NOT cover roadside service. Before the woman can ask if I'm interested in subscribing to Progressive's roadside assistance program I hang up in disgust and call Triple A.
Of course my coverage has expired but fortunately I have my handy-dandy Mastercard with which I can renew. The catch is, if I want same-day service (uh, who plans to have their car break down?) it will be another sixty-plus dollars. Plus four dollars extra because it is more than three miles to the Connecticut Avenue BP Station. I am told the usual wait time is about forty minutes, but because my car is smack in the middle of a five-lane road the wait time will only be about thirty minutes. Meanwhile, the pigs are nice and cool on the floor of a nearby resale boutique and are polite enough not to wheek at the shop attendant for food. I go to the nearest pizza carry out and buy a two-dollar Coke Zero, but they don't have ice. And the bathroom door is blocked and needs to be cleared before I can get in to use it.
The tow truck actually arrives in less than 30 minutes. Unfortunately it has vinyl seats which are not terribly comfortable when it's 90 degrees outside and you're wearing a mini skirt. And the A/C isn't working. The driver suggests I roll down the window. I refrain from telling him I have a party to go to and don't want to mess up my hair any more than it is. To make things better I spill most of my 30-oz Coke onto the plastic floor of the truck. What doesn't go onto the floor goes into my shoes. At least they are not the "new" shoes I had planned on wearing to the party.
While I am in the truck the vet returns my call and the poor driver has to hear about Puzzle's abscess, which I try to be as decorous about as possible. I refrain from getting into to much detail about either pigs' bowel/bladder function. The vet advises me to drink heavily at the party.
We actually get to the BP station with no more incident and the garage owner tells me it's probably the alternator. Prepared for a cab ride home and a driver who conveniently has no change I get some at the Suntrust across the street. Two or three cabs ignore me and the Metrobus actually arrives before a cab does. The driver apparently does not know I am carrying pigs and lets me board with them. The bus ride to Woodley Park goes without event and so does the brief cab ride home.
BTW, the party was lovely and the host, a former co-worker, paid my bar tab. Both pigs are eating well and I am watching House. Puzzle's next treatment is Saturday afternoon. Really a good thing, as another ride in this weather tomorrow would be pretty traumatic for all of us. The question is how to get him there if I don't have wheels by then.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Saturday, June 16, 2012


Dow up, weather mostly pleasant. I hear gas is below $3.40/gallon in Manassas. With school ending I have a little more time to rest.


1.       You never have Hearty Italian bread. Stop advertising it if you don’t.
2.       You don’t provide courtesy cups to customers no matter how much money they spend there.
3.       Half the time your bathroom is not open to the public. What the hell’s your problem? Are you just cheap or is your toilet actually not working? If it’s not, this is a violation.
4.       I asked for a fork and all you have are spoons. Pretty lame for a place that serves salads.
5.       Your sign says you are open until 4:00 AM yet you close at 3:20. My boss wouldn’t be terribly happy if I left work  40 minutes early.
6.       Your staff members are incredibly slow.
7.       They have an unbelievably poor command of the English language.
8.       They can’t get orders right. Not sure if this is because of their poor English or a lack of native intelligence.
9.       I asked to exchange a dollar coin for a dollar bill and the person on duty told me the register wasn’t open. I pointed to the tip container and he tried to give me four quarters rather than a bill. Not surprisingly there was not much money in the tip container.  


Yay! No more morning classes until August at least!

Friday, June 15, 2012


Watching Bones passionately try to catch a killer. They don’t do that in real life, at least not the in finding the kids who killed Tyronn Garner. Or the ones who beat me up and robbed me.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


The Jerry Sandusky trial continues in Bellefonte.  Here is probably the most lucid thing I have seen written about the whole sad affair:

Monday, June 11, 2012


Yay, only one more morning class. Crackhead actually ANSWERED his phone when it rang in school.

Saturday, June 09, 2012


Dow closed up, gas was as low as $3.43 at the Sunoco station on Rockville Pike.


Union Rags is the winner of this year's Belmont Stakes.

Friday, June 08, 2012


I'll Have Another is put of the Belmont Stakes and I will have to take Module B again.

Thursday, June 07, 2012


K bought me two boxes of donuts. So I guess she doesn't think I'm too fat. Or just isn't thinking.

Wednesday, June 06, 2012


It was not very polite when A said "shut up, crackhead," but it sure was  funny.

Tuesday, June 05, 2012


I am studying to the point where I am practically cross-eyed:

I have been advised against it for fear my eyes will freeze that way.

Monday, June 04, 2012


Passed the first module. One down, two to go!

Sunday, June 03, 2012


Slept about 16 hours, using most of the day for rest/studying. Big test tomorrow.


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Saturday, June 02, 2012