Thursday, September 27, 2007

Blah Because...

I had to and I hate putting myself out there.
I feel the need to apologize for everything.
So much to do and so little time.
It's my first night back and I have not slept since 5 am.
Five nights until I can be back to a 'normal' schedule.
It's a full freakin' moon.
Need I say more?

Do you all hate returning to "the daily grind" as much as I do?

Red Lobster

Lobster Fest, originally uploaded by scoobers1.

She loves her lobster.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

¿Porque una Lima?

Una Cerveza con Lima..., originally uploaded by scoobers1.

I was sitting on the porch in 80+ degree weather with a nice cool breeze in my hair, feet up, getting ready to enjoy my ice cold beer when I noticed a million eyes staring up at me from the rim of my drink. This got us talking about why limes are always present in a beer in Mexico.

Here are the Top Five reasons for the lime:
5. Simply, it is a Mexican tradition. Viva una lima!

4. Lime placement is a garnish, a touristy gimmick that makes the beer look muy bonita.

3. The lime acts as a beer-swiffer that keeps the top of your beer free from sand, dust and dirt.

2. A squeeze of a lime masks the skunk in Corona, adds flavor to the bland and makes a great tasting XX oh-so refreshing!

1. The tiny wedge will keep unwanted pelican-crap-and-dead-sea-creature-bacteria laden flies out of the mouth of your beer!

A toast to Numero Uno! Shoo-flies and Salud!

Friday, September 21, 2007

More Things

Adios, Arizona! Hola, Mexico!

Fall is finally here! I'm a bit sad summer is over but cool weather is welcome and way over-due. September marks the last trip to Rocky Point. It's the perfect month to go if you are planning to venture there. The water is warm and the air is nice and cool.
Before I visit our neighbors to the south, I leave you with a survey. I was tagged by Lori and you know how I LOOOOOOOOOVE surveys, especially at 4 a.m. Good 'ol insomnia!

10 years ago I was: Still living in Tucson, working at PCC and attending the University of Arizona's College of Nursing. Go CATS!

5 years ago I was: Living in San Antonio. I decided to take up travel nursing so I could see new places, to which SA was the extent of my adventure. I loved my job there but Texas was NOT for me. Humidity, flooding, and whacked out sprawl of roads and freeways. I do not need help getting lost in America. I can do that just fine on my own, thanks. Plus, I was missing my family so much it hurt. So I rented a UHaul and headed back to AZ. Thanks L,B&J for sharing in the nightmare of hauling my crap cross-country in a broken, POS, liability of a trailer. Ah! Good times!

1 year ago I was: Doing exactly what I am doing now. Well, not laying in bed, writing in a blog at 4 am but you know what I mean. Same job, same digs... same 'ol.

Yesterday I was: Doing yard work at 6 am. Then I went to the pool, read my book and took a nap. I did some shopping, took Dookie to her first vet appointment (what a good girl!!!), visted my sister and her boyfriend so our puppies could bond, dropped Dook off with L before I leave for Me-hee-ko and then I came home, did some laundry and packed.
WHEW! I am exhausted!

5 snacks that I enjoy: 1. Cottage cheese & a nectarine 2. Popcorn & an icy Coke 3. Peanutbutter (yes, all by itself on a spoon) 4. Pita chips & red pepper hummus 5. Cereal

5 songs I know all the words to: 1. PSSOM by Def Leppard (Sugar ME! duh nuh... nuh nuh nuh!) 2. The entire Grease Soundtrack (who doesn't?) 3. Don't Fight the Feelin' by Too Short (not something I'm proud of but there it is) 4. Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood (oh yah, driving in my car) 5. Feliz Navidad by Jose Feliciano (the only foreign language song I can sing)

5 things I would do with a million dollars: 1. Invest 2. Pay off my debt 3. Buy a home 4. Help my family with their debt 5. Travel

5 favorite TV shows: 1. The Office (can't wait!!!!) 2. Big Love 3. Real Time 4. Friends/Seinfeld reruns 5. Little House reruns at 4 am (tonight Laura and Elmonzo broke off their engagement but Eliza Jane got them back together)

5 things I am thankful for:1. My family 2. My friends 3. Health 4. My career 5. Freedom

2 names I go by: 1. Katherine (to family) 2. Kathy (to friends)

2 parts of your heritage: 1. Polish (mommy) 2. German (daddy)

2 things that scare me: 1. Global Warming 2. The swarm of wasps in my front door way

2 of my every day essentials: 1. gum 2. chapstick/lip gloss

2 things I am wearing right now: 1. FDNY T-shirt 2. boxers

2 things I want in a relationship (other than real love): 1. Mutual trust & respect 2. A tickle-happy, laugh til it hurts good time

2 truths: about me? 1. I have insomnia 2. I have a low tolerance for stress-causing BS

2 physical things that appeal to me in the opposite sex: 1. eyes 2. height

2 of my favorite hobbies: 1. painting/drawing 2. blogging (especially quizes about me, me, ME! ; ) just kidding)

2 things I want really badly: 1. To have my debt paid off 2. My own home

2 places I want to go on vacation: 1. Italy 2. Australia

2 ways I am stereotypically a chick: My sense of direction (Lori, I'm right there with ya... where ever that may be. Where am I?) 2. I am a churning, bubbling, cauldron of emotion.

2 things I normally wouldn't admit: 1. Sometimes... I pee in the shower! 2. Let me think on this one...

2 things I am thinking about right now: 1. Need Sleepie!! 2. Mexico, Mexico, Mexico... beach, beer, sun! FUN! FUN! FUN!

2 stores you shop at: 1. Nordstrom's 2. J.Crew

2 people I haven't talked to in a while: 1. JH 2. VF

2 people I would like to see taking this quiz: 1. Jenni (I know you're busy so it's ok if you don't) 2. Veronica (I expect to see your blog up and running by the time I get back... a little incentive, yes.)

Buenos dias y hasta luego!

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Well, Sh**!

yet again.

It's been quite the challenge naming my little pup. She's such a little shit and that's all she ever seems to do. Inside, outside, day and night. Poo, poo, poo. It doesn't seem to matter if I am home, awake, in the same room or not. Sometimes she does it up to five times a day! For such a little thing she sure is full of it. It has to be said that she does seem to be making a little progress and for that, I am so very proud of her. She sits in front of the back door and gives me a look, "Mom. Gotta go again." Unfortunately, I can not hear a look and it goes unnoticed. By the time I see her it may be too late. We need to work on getting her to use her 'words'. I picked that up from some moms I know that tell their kids, "Use your words." I wonder if it works with puppies.
On the order of being a little shit, she seems to be on a mission: Chew and Destroy. Every thing I own is now on the table, in a drawer, on my bed, thrown into the laundry room or stuffed into the hamper. Next, I'll need to levitate my furniture. On the up-side, my house is so TIDY! In order to keep sane, I'll need to adopt a more positive way of thinking. Upon seeing the shredded, unrecognizable item and thinking to myself, "I am going to kill that little shit!", I need to say to myself, "I didn't need that lap top charger anyway", or "Who needs three remote controls? I'll get exercise getting up and changing the channel."
So, a name came to me that seems to fit her perfectly. I think it's quite cute and she seems to respond to it. Some are not too fond of it, telling me it's gross or just plain dumb (thanks for the constructive criticism, 'C'). In my opinion, it may be the cutest version of the word Shit ever muttered.

Dookie! It just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?

Let me leave you with this little snippet I received in an email today. I think it's a sign.

"The Most Functional English Word"

Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language.

You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit, find shit, forget shit,
and tell others to eat shit.

Some people know their shit,
while others can't tell the difference between shit and shineola.

There are lucky shits, dumb shits, and crazy shits.
There is bull shit, horse shit, and chicken shit.
You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit, shoot the shit, or duck when the shit hits the fan.

You can give a shit or serve 'Shit on a Shingle'.
You can find yourself in deep shit or be happier than a pig in shit.

Some days are colder than shit, some days are hotter than shit.
Some days are just plain shitty.
Some music sounds like shit, things can look like shit, and there are times when you feel like shit.

You can have too much shit, not enough shit, the right shit, the wrong shit or a lot of weird shit.

You can carry shit, have a mountain of shit, or find yourself up shit creek without a paddle.
Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit.
Other times, you fall in a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose.

When you stop to consider all the facts, it's the basic building block of the English language.
And remember, once you know your shit, you don't need to know anything else.
You could pass this along if you give a shit or not do so if you don't give a shit.
Well, Shit.
It's time for me to go.
I just wanted you to know that I do give a shit and I hope you have a great day, without a bunch of shit.
But, if you happen to catch a load of shit from some shit-head, just remember...
Shit Happens.

~Author Unknown

Thanks for that one, 'Stevens-with-a-V'.

Currently scrubbing the kitchen floor while watching South Park and listening to Green Day!

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Shooting For An Emmy

Who's not well right now? Yikes.

New Addition

New Addition, originally uploaded by scoobers1.

So, here she is!

My new addition was found wandering down a busy road here in Tempe by my friend 'KB' and her husband. She had no collar or tags and after no one in the immediate area claimed her they took her back home to get her watered, fed and checked out. Aside from being dehydrated and scabbed over, from what looks to be a cat-attack, she appears to be a healthy, bouncy, little pup!

There is some debate over what kind of mix she may be but the consensus is that she is a lab mix. I did a search of the "Lost Dog" sites and have not found anything. To be honest, I want to stop looking because I feel that she belongs with me. Had I picked a dog at the Humane Society, I would have chosen a female lab/mix. She is perfect. Affectionate and so much fun. I love her already.

I have to admit I have guilt knowing that Scoobie passed away only two weeks ago and when I look at the pup I feel sad thinking about how much I miss her. Scoobie will only ever be Scoobie and I could not have loved her any more. Instead of thinking of the puppy as a replacement, I have to think she came along at this time for a reason.

I will take her in, like I did Scoobs, give her love and care for her in return and as a thanks to her for filling an empty space.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Six Years Ago

Six years ago today I was visiting my parents down in Tucson. I woke early while my mom was getting ready for work. I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and turned the TV on. The trade center was burning and I thought, "That's strange." My friend 'VF' and I were flying to NY for our first trip there a few days later. While I was watching, the second plane hit. Unbelievable. I ran down the hall to find my mom. "Are you seeing this?!" We sat in their room watching in horror as the next plane hit the Pentagon and then a fourth crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
I was worried for my friend and her husband since he worked in the city. Phones were tied up almost all day. I finally got a hold of her and she told me that everyone was ok.
Saddened, scared and angry, we were glued to the television for days, as was the rest of the country. Sitting by and watching was the only thing we could do besides pray.

After much debate, 'VF' and I decided to make the trip anyway. I'm so glad we did.

Today just sort of snuck up. I remember exactly how I felt that morning and for weeks afterwards and never want to become numb to it.

Let Us Never Forget

Union Square Park
New York City, NY
September 2001

Union Square, NYC

Post Office just off Broadway
New York City, NY
September 2001

Store window on Broadway
New York City, NY
September 2001

Where were you?
If you've recalled what you were doing in a blog post, please leave me your link.

*Update: Read Mandy Lou's post from September 11. Nice Seuss-esque account of the day's events.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Everything For a Reason

I believe this to be true but I am too tired, after just getting off of work, to explain.
Surprises! I am so excited and happy! I need to prepare. There is so much to do.
Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!!!

How am I ever going to be able to sleep NOW?

Photos and much more to come... stay tuned.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Dogs and Starfish

I just woke up and was having a dream about Scoobie and Jackie. We were in my parent's backyard running around but the yard was different than it is now. The old patio and stairs were still in place. Buckets of starfish lined the side and front of the porch next to giant planters made from tires and rims. One of the starfish "sat up" on its legs to look at me. It had eyes, little black beady ones, underneath where its stomach should be. When it saw me it walked towards me on its legs to get a better look. It exchanged glances with another starfish, climbed up the side of the bucket and disappeared in to a hole in the top. What the?
I walked up the stairs into the house and Daddy was playing ball with the girls. He was sitting in his chair and was throwing the ball through the sliding door into the living room, which was slightly ajar. Scoobie and Jackie were falling all over themselves to get to it. Poor clumsy Jackie, knocking into things. Scoobs was jumping all over and even managed to push the ottoman out of the way with her back legs during an enthusiastic, springy attempt to catch it. It came to me so I picked it up and it felt like a sopping wet sponge... like heavy wet foam rubber. When I threw it, it landed with a splat on the shelf knocking over one of Mommy's porcelain owls. Jackie gently picked it up and brought it to me. Anyone who knew Jackie knows that when she got control of the ball she used to take off in the opposite direction to chew on it rather than return it. So, good girl, Jackers! I took it from her and this time, when I threw it, it made it through the half opened door.

And then I woke up.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Now With a Touch of Technorati

Technorati Profile

I'm not even sure what it is?!
So many embedded codes, user names, passwords, meters, widgets and gadgets. Tweak here, edit there. Oh wait... delete. Change that. Copy, cut, paste. View. Nope. Reformat. Save. Publish.

Oh, for the love of...

I give up.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Why I Blog

Obviously, my friend Jenni is the reason I started to blog in the first place. I was a little anxious about it when I started because, well, my life is boring. I work. I eat. I sleep. Occasionally, I do some fun stuff. I do not have a husband, kids or pets whose antics I can write about. So why the hell should I call attention to the fact that I have nothing to say. In fact, I wrote a disclaimer when I first began as a warning as to how much nothing I can fit onto a webpage. To be honest, every time I publish a new post I think the same thing... "Who cares!" Then, yesterday, I came upon this little snippet, from Schnozzfest, on the funny truth about the "Why blog?" question, the "midblog crisis" and why she chooses to blog.

Schnozz writes, "Some members of society continue to struggle to understand the blogging phenomenon. They see it as attention-seeking, exhibitionist, egomaniacal, selfish. They will haughtily talk about how THEY don’t NEED to write about themselves every day, sharing PERSONAL DETAILS about themselves with TOTAL STRANGERS, because they’re out LIVING THEIR LIVES, not chronicling it on some Web site.... I’m at a loss to figure out why blogging is considered different from the legions of objectively pointless activities humans around the world engage in every day. Some people like to put a basketball through a hoop in their driveways, over and over. Others prefer to bake. Some people like to garden. Rarely are they asked for an explanation, though I’ve been tempted: 'So, what are these tulips you’re growing? What’s that all about? Starving children can’t even eat those. Why do you plant everything out there in front of the house? Just so other people can LOOK AT THEM? You’re sick.'"

There are a few choice answers I could come up with as to why I blog. It is a means to stay occupied in the midst of a quiet shift or a sleepless night, yes. It also acts as a personal journal and somewhat as an outlet for emotion and creativity in the form of words and image. Finally, while I could send out hoards of emails, filling up unsuspecting recipients' inboxes with annoying videos, silly anecdotes or preachy soap-boxy issues, I can keep my friends and family abreast of the latest events (and non-events) in my life in non-intrusive way. If they don't feel like visiting or reading they are not obligated. I am glad those of you who do read keep coming back and leaving your comments. They are much appreciated and I do enjoy your pages as well. It's fun right?!

In the end though, my reason for blogging is the same as Schnozz... simply because I like it.
Thanks again, Jenni, for getting me started and thanks Schnozz for opening that can of soup!

New Look

No more generic Blog*Spot page. I've been meaning to update the name and look of the page for some time but just never got around to it. Meaning... I couldn't figure out the html crap. Now that I've gotten the gist, or given the appearance that I have, Scoobers will be able to live on in the blogosphere!

Better late than never!

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Foie Gras

Nothing delicate about this delicacy.

I was watching a movie with Cameron Diaz and Toni Collette, called In Her Shoes. It was swell. I liked it. I especially loved Toni Collette's boyfriend. So cute, caring, cultured. The three "C's"... all very important. Anyway, when he takes her out to eat for the first time he tells her that he is an expert at ordering food. "Let me take you out to dinner. I'll order for you. You'll want to eat with me for the rest of your life." Love that line. He mentions Foie Gras in this scene. Being the uncultivated restauranteur that I am, I had to look it up. Oh man.

First off, it's duck (or goose). I had ducks for pets so for me this would be like eating dog. Never have and never will. Yes, it could be argued that I had fish as pets too but I don't make it a habit of eating GOLDfish. Ducks, dogs, goldfish... all safe with me.

Second, it is liver. Enough said. Yuck.

Third, Google produced a website that contained a video that demonstrated how the livers of said water-foul are made to be the fattiest and tastiest livers for the diners' delight. One word, disturbing. No, wait... more words: deplorable, inhumane, selfish, evil... I am sickened.

The ducks are kept in cages while tubes containing fat and grain are shoved down their throats. They are force fed to the point that their livers become 10x the normal size. The ducks are disposed of and their diseased livers served as foie gras.

I will save those of you who already know about this from watching the video but here is a link to the website/video for those who don't. This video was shot in France but foie gras is produced the same way in the States.

During the whole Michael Vick thing, I sent an email to Nike and the NFL telling them that they not only support a cruel human being but that he represents them and that if they cared about the image they put out there they would leave their cross-trainers up his ass on his way out the door. Upon hearing that I sent such an email, a friend said, "Oh, are you one of those?".
When it matters, I guess maybe I am.

If you are:

Here is a link to a list of restaurants that still serve foie gras.

Please, sign the Petition that may help to ban the cruel practices that produce Foie Gras in the United States or visit the PETA website for more information on how to get your state to ban restaurants from purchasing from those that utilize inhumane practices in order to serve this "delicacy".

Monday, September 3, 2007


hmm... what's wrong with this picture?

*I should have taken a better picture with my REAL camera and not my phone.
You can't read the sign.... Note the Big Ass Arrows --> --> --> DO NOT PLACE EQUIPMENT IN FRONT OF FIRE EXTINGUISHER

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Sound of Sedation

" Sound of Sedation"

Hello patient, my old friend

You're on the call bell once again

You're still calling, nothing to say

I could be surfing on eBay

But now you're snoring

and no one's turning blue

Woo, woo, woo

This is the sound... of sedation

* * *

I gave them all some benadryl

Some get IV, some get a pill

Patients sleeping without puking

Held the Colace, no one's pooping

Now they're all snoring

So, no one's turning blue

Woo, woo, woo

This is the sound... of sedation

* * *

~Written by O.M. RN

***ahh... what we do when patients are sleeping.