updated and very thankful

its now 2pm .sargent being hit around 7 or 8am .i’m not sure on that .it wasn’t really a priority to know .so far he seems to be doing good .he’s laying here at my feet as i type this .the cut near his eye has clotted and when i press on his gums the color returns quickly indicting that there is good blood pressure and not other uncontrolled internal bleeding .i hate him being in pain but i’m not going to give him aspirin cause if he does happen to have some or any internal injuries the aspirin will only thin his blood making clotting near impossible .so i guess the only thing we can do is wake him up every hour or so for the next 24 hours making sure he doesn’t go into a coma

he has been such a good dog for the past 12 years or so .he might be up in age but he has tons of spunk left in him .or he did .i hope none of his spunk got knocked loosed .i suppose all we can do is wait it out and hope he is ok

so its been about 5 days now since sargent was hit by the truck .he seems to be improving everyday .getting back to his normal sweet disposition .I’m so thankful he’s alright

sorry if there is some confusion but i didn't have internet when i typed the first paragraph

horrible way to start the day

i felt it coming for years and today it finally yet horrifically came .maybe it was a worry i had and not a feeling .i’m talking about every dog owners worst fear .having their dog hit by a car .in this case it was a truck

.i woke up here in my grandmas house as i have for the last six days being evacuated due to hurricane ike .way to early for me but i knew the dogs needed out and so i got up and slipped on my shoes and took cow out first .he went and sniffed half grass and all of the trees .peed on most of it .pooped then came in when i called him .then it was sergeant’s turn outside .now my grandma’s front yard is about an acre .it’s a big yard so i don’t (well didn’t) feel then need for a leash .and am i ever kicking myself now for not having leashed him .he went off smelling things and peeing on most of it .then i saw him going down the driveway toward the rode .i took off after him yet he was in his prancing jot which is like a fast jog for me .so i picked up my speed .sargent now at the roads edge me still running toward him .and our of the corner of my eye i see a truck rounding the bend .that’s the moment that haunting feeling i’d had for years roared up and consumed me .i knew it was going to happen and there wasn’t a thing i could do about it

sargent let the side of the rode not knowing what was speeding on its way .i was still fifty feet back not knowing what to do to keep what i knew was going to happen from happening .sargent made his way to the far side of the rode into the lane where the truck was .the man in the truck honked his horn and braked hard but not hard enough to stop .he was going about 30mph when he hit sargent .i feared he was dead after having seen him hit .hearing the thud that will surly torment my nightmares .he rolled under the truck and was about 25 feet further down the rode then where he was struck .i saw no movement .making it worse it was all playing out in slow motion .then .he sat up and immediately stared yelping in a shrill crying out of pain and for help

.i feared he’d have to suffer till his slow death .i rushed in the road and motioned to the oncoming van to stop while i picked sargent up and held him tight trying to comfort him .his yelping still continuing but growing softer .i placed him on the grass off to the side of the driveway where i had hastily rushed .he was sitting up and i didn’t take my hands off him .still trying to comfort him quietly telling him “you’re ok sargent .you’re ok” .softly stroking his fur trying to visually asses his wounds .one between his eyes only raised up toward his forehead .another on the right side on his brow line .and the worst being the cut beside his left eye

the man driving the truck had continued a little distance down the road while coming to a complete stop .he backed up and pulled in the drive next to me and asked how the dog was .i wanted to say “he’s fine” because i wanted him to be fine .but i responded “i don’t know” while tearing up .i knew the man felt bad any one with any amount of decency would feel bad after hitting someone’s dog .i picked sargent up .he now was no longer whimpering only shaking .i stepped over to the mans truck and told him i knew it wasn’t his fault (i truly believe it wasn’t) . shook the man’s hand and walked up the long driveway holding a shaking dog under my arm

i brought him to the closed in back porch were he has been staying .asked my dad who was eating break feast if we had anything to clean his cuts and i remembered i had brought peroxide and i rushed to get it and came back and cleaned his wounds .pressed all of his bones and he didn’t flinch or yelp .only lay there .he started hacking something up as dogs do and i wanted to make sure it wasn’t bloody so i tried to open his mouth only for him to let out a loud yelp

in need of a driving lesson

people in louisiana don’t seem to have any clue as to how to drive .in the town called marksville the lights had been set to flashing yellow on the main road and flashing red on the side streets .sounds ok .but the people on the main road were all stopping treating the flashing yellow as a stop sign or as if they were flashing red .i really didn’t understand it .so when my dad got to the light he just went .legally it was ok but a car on the side street honked and the driver looked rather perturbed thinking it was his turn to go .a few flashing yellow lights later (some we stopped at and some we didn’t) there was a truck on the side road thinking it was his turn to go and my dad only having a flashing yellow went and the driver of the truck slammed on his breaks .looked really angry and honked .after my dad passed threw the intersection the truck speed up and whipped around us still angry

why beat a dead mouse

today .still sunday .though after the mouse fight .my uncle bubba my dad and I all go to my uncle mike’s .less then a mile away .to look online to see if we could find anything about the state of our house or even our town .the only thing found was telling about the river bloating like a rotting pig in the sun (my wording) and that flooding and wind damage was minimal .we’re without power at our house .so it looks like we’re going to be staying put a few more days .i don’t know how many more i can take

we were suppose to be going to see a space monkey movie or something at the casino but i just heard that its not playing anymore and been replaced by several R rated ones .i had no intent of going to see the movie .rather site in the lobby and try to use their wi-fi .hopefully i won’t be arrested .there was a man in seatlle i belive that was sitting out side .using the signal the café was broadcasting to access the internet .and he was arrested do to the fact he wasn’t at the time a paying customer .to me that sounds like stealing free food .if they are going to broadcast it unencrypted .i say its free

sunday bloody sunday

so today (Sunday) is the first real day of my being up and about .we arrived here thursday and i pretty much slept all day friday and saturday .i guess to avoid boredom .and it worked .but today i’m not able to sleep .not cause i don’t want to .but because of all of the previous sleep i’ve gotten

i must say though its been entertaining .all these people under one room makes for an interesting dynamic .my aunt and uncle .my sister and our mom and dad .not to mention my 1 niece and three nephews .well its only really quite at night .i have managed to stay out of the aim of most of the minor spats .thought this morning there was one between my sister our dad (who have never seen eye to eye) about a little mouse that had died and appeared petrified with hair and all still in tact .i never saw the thing but my dad put it up on a shelf for me to see later .well my niece grabbed it and brought it to her mom and she threw it away .i was outside walking my dog when my dad discovered the fate of the mummy mouse

so when i walked in .i’m confronted by my sister holding a tiny dead mouse in a plastic bag asking me if i wanted it .i was taken off guard to say the least .all i intended to do was go to the bathroom to brush the morning cat crap out of my mouth .yet i had a dead mouse thrust in my direction with a hint of hostility toward our dad in her questioning “do you want this mouse?”

so it begins

well we had to evacuate for ike .the bastard .so were did my parents decide to go? .central louisiana .to my grandmas old home .giant trees in the front not 20 feet from the house and all .yes what a lovely idea .not only that but lets get my sister, her two kids along, with my uncle bubba and aunt thelma .this is setting out to be a grand time
we pull in my grandmas driveway about noon .step out side the van ready to stretch our legs and let the dogs wee .only to turn black in seconds .and no I’m not exaggerating .the misquotes are awful .bigger then the ones we have in texas .which i didn’t figures was possible though it clearly be

my aunt kay is sitting in her car under the car port .i hadn’t noticed she was there as i was trying to stay on the ground with all the mosquitoes swarming me .she gets out of her car with the bad news that she’s not got a key to let us inside .hooray for picking here to evacuate to mom and dad

so we then go to marksville .it’s a town about 20 minutes from my grandma’s in evergreen .there’s a rather large indian casino there as well as wal-mart and other such stores .we drove around for 10-20 minutes and decide to stop at a burger king to discuss our options .my choice was going to austin like we usually do .my sister and mom call hotels which of coarse are all full .my niece and 3 nephews play on the little indoor play ground they have
our final choice? .go back to my grandmas and tough it out .the list of people in this three bedroom ,one bathroom house is my aunt thelma and uncle bubba .my sister and her two kids .my mom and dad .two of my nephews (brother’s kids) and myself .this is going to be a grand time isn’t it?

1oz. shy of a pound

15 ounces .that's how much hair i cut off my dog this afternoon .it usually takes me about 4-5 hours to cut his hair but this time it only took 3 and a half .so i was at least happy about that .i don't know why it takes me so long .maybe its cause i'm i like to make it as close to perfect as i can .or perhaps its cause i've never been trained to cut dogs hair .i really can't wait till i'm able to afford a professional cause sitting on a tile floor for 4-5 hours does a number on my back .well my legs and whole body too

don't get me wrong .i love my dog like a child .well as much as i assume i will love my kids .but holy hell is it a chore to cut his hair .he's a half and half .half american eskimo and half lhasa apso .thankfully he more resembles his father (the american eskimo) then his mother .nothing against the people who like that breed of dogs .but damn they are ugly dogs

anyway my dog's name is cow .when he was a puppy one of my nieces said "he looks like a little cow" (which he did) .i liked the name and so i kept it .hes black and white like a holstein cow .i love him so much i hate when we have to evacuate for hurricanes cause we go to one of my uncles homes in austin .and he has to stay outside .he yelps and whines .that's not the only reason i hate it .i find it hard to fall asleep if hes not in my bed laying up against my back

felons don't vote either

but that's because they aren't allowed .and it makes sense they aren't allowed .why should someone convicted of killing .or raping another person be aloud to vote .if they were allowed i'm sure they'd vote for a bleeding heart soft on crime idiot .and that brings to mind a topic for a future blog but this one is about people who are eligible to vote yet don't

voting isn't a chore .its not hard .and you don't have have any excuse not to (unless you're a felon of coarse) .what really gets my goat is the people who think they have the right to complain about political issues even though then didn't vote .if you don't vote you better not complain to me .you get a chance to apply for that gripe card in november .if you don't take the opportunity .you're out of luck for another four years

why is it the people who have the most to complain about didn't vote? claiming "my one vote doesn't count" well they're wrong .it does count .one vote does count .that's why when the nation was founded it was decided that we the people will choose .now the electoral collage does make the final say so but their decision is based upon the peoples votes .the votes that were cast one at a time .the votes that count

so if you're not planning on voting this year for whatever reason .you don't like the candidates or your just going to be lazy .you better keep your mouth shut and not spew forth any complaints about anything political .not even about how the taxes taken out are too high .or how you're frustrated with your health insurance company .because that's what the government does .GOVERN .so get off your ass .register to vote http://www.rockthevote.org/ .there's a link .now you have no excuse .stop reading this and go register

corn goes in your mouth .not your gas tank

ok well corn goes a lot more places then just in your mouth but it certainly doesn't belong in your gas tank .this "green energy" crap every one is getting behind these days is rather annoying .if we all did tiny things the change would be great .turn your lights off during the day and open your shades .turn the ac warmer if you're not going to be in your house .if its yellow let it mellow .if its brown flush it down (that's a water conserving phrase for the bathroom if you're unaware) .switching to fluorescent lights .or better yet, LED lights

yet people think this bio fuel from corn is the answer .yet the amount of corn it takes to make about 10 gallons of fuel is enough to feed one person for an entire year .i think that's a much better use .but yet you have companies like ford getting behind it making flex fuel cars .they don't care about saving the earth .they care about profit margins .and if the public wants cars able to run on corn alcohol

cost? .its great .corn if you don't know is used in hundreds if not thousands of products .probably didn't know it but corn is used in wall paper glue .its used in making charcoal brickets .not to mention the feeding of millions of farm animals .so if more corn goes fuel our cars (more like yalls cars) the price of every thing that uses corn goes up .milk has gone up considerably over the past years due to this .and it not only effects corn .lets say there is a farmer who grows peas .well that's fine and all but he see that corn is worth more so he switches over to growing corn .therefore the price of peas will go up

what could be worse then all of that? .well down in south american you have farmers plowing down rain forest faster then ever before .not for the pricey wood but for the land .they are clearing the lungs of the world and planting corn and soy to be sold and made into gas .so now that you know all of this .do you still think going to support the bio fuels like the hippie you so long to be? .if you do you don't care about the earth as you claim .you're an idiot just following trends

obsession or addiction?

i don't know which it is .maybe a bit of both .but why are computer games so gosh darn mesmerizing .the games i'm talking about are the ones on myspace .the current one i'm caught on is called bubble town .its not a whole lot different then alot of the other games .basic idea is you shoot colored balls at other ones that are hanging .get three of the same color together and they disappear .as time goes on space gets smaller .and thus the game gets harder

so why does it keep my attention for hours on end? .why do i play this game rather do do something productive? .sure i can understand people playing to pass the time while they are at work or waiting on something .but .i have other things i'd like to do and some that need to be done .yet i lay her shooting little deals tyring to beat my own best score .i find it odd yet i can't stop playing .so is it an obsession or an addiction?

traffic cop

i would love to have authority in a field such as traffic flow management .and if that's not a position i'd make one .having to leave for gustav it took us 5 hours to go what should have only taken one .the shoulders were die open only with the occasional broken down car on it .that could have easily have been put into the grass .yet the shoulders weren't used .they remained there unused for traffic and taunting us .well me at least

when we had to evacuate for hurricane rita (that was over shadowed by katrina that hit the month before) it took 12 hours to go what should have taken only 3 .and my dad noticed what was going on .say there's two lanes of traffic .the left lane is moving the right stopped .what would you do? .put your blinker on and get left right? and once you do what happens? that lane then stops only to have the right lane move now that there is a vacancy of space from all the cars that had gotten over .only to have it come to a stop from people getting out of the left and going back right .slowly and painfully inching forward .when you're on a highway inside a running car you should never be able to clearly focus on gravel .that was newton's fifth law as a matter of fact

have you ever been sitting behind someone on the highway .slowly creeping forward .and then all of a sudden you're moving along at highway speed as if there was some sort of invisible stop sign? .if you don't know what happened i'll tell you .some idiot over reacted and put on his brakes .more then likely also changing lanes in front of someone who then had to put on their brakes which caused the car behind them to follow in their actions .cars off in the other lanes are like cattle not thinking for them self only seeing brake lights coming on and not wanting to be left out in all the fun decide they as well need to stop for no reason .so a chain of events has just been set off faster the a wig fire .and where are you in all this .you're of coarse at the back next to me .sitting .frustrated .thinking "somebody better be dead up there"

moral is .and yes this blog i'm typing will be one of the few that has a moral .which is .don't be an idiot .if something happens don't assume erratic lane changing and frantic braking are the answer .because when you assume you make an ass our of you and me (ass+u+me) .and i do just fine on my own making an ass of myself