So I’ve been busy…so busy I haven’t been able to write/blog/breathe for the last 2 months (has it only been 2 months?!) While others are recapping the year’s worst entertainers (hello Rosie O’Donnell) or crying over grandpa’s inheritance (oh, poor you Paris!), I will recap my last couple of months…weeks…hours…
Got a new job. Actually justifies five years and 2 film schools…well, almost. At least I get to work with Avid again. How I love thee…It’s a great job and I actually enjoy it, but I am working 8 hours a day…and I mean literally 8 hours, no stopping for lunch let alone a bathroom break 8 hours. But I continue to enjoy it. I’m a masochist, so sue me. I’m a producer, I’m supposed to be exaggeratory. If that was a word. (good thing I’m not an english major).
My dog has provided some concern over the past two months…long story short, he is an pelvis shattered healing incorrectly causing him to run on three legs junkie. Yes, that’s right. And I’m being modest. I have the vet bills to prove it. I am going to start journaling his adventures online under the pseudonym “The Dog Park Adventures of Ollie McGee”, where Chapter One finds him laying in the middle of a country road in Padukah, Kentucky, where our hero has just been hit by an ATV driven by those nasty Collins boys down by the river…more to come later. The longer short story is that in November, I found out he might have been hit by a car, causing what appears to be his pelvis that shattered, and is currently healing incorrectly, causing him a little pain and making him hobble like the three-legged dog we all liked to stare at when we were a kid. Surgery will probably be required, but nothing is confirmed, you know, with the second, third and twelfth opinions I need to get from the orthopedic surgeons of the world (yes there are orthopedic surgeons for dogs…I missed my calling…). He’s fine now though. So fine that two weeks ago he decided, while I was washing my face, to nose his way into a duffel bag of mine and proceeded to gobble up the 40 (!) pills of painkillers that were prescribed to him for his leg…yes, I know they shouldn’t have been in a bag that was on the floor, easily accessible by the Chihuahua/dachshund with a side of jack dog, but come on, I was literally gone for two minutes. One ER visit, a $50 stomach pump and two months worth of rent later….he’s fine. Ah, dog ownership. I asked for it…and boy, did I get it.
But I love him all the same…you can’t help who you love…at least when I am homeless, I will have entertainment. 🙂
So that brings me to now…just came back from a BBQ place which I will review in a future blog…it is that good that it can have its own post. Santa brought me an HD set that I am currently using as my computer monitor, so now I can marvel at my writing in all of its 32 inches of glory!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah, the little things.
