Superstar

I feel like such an attention whore right now. I love to be the center of attention, especially when I can be on stage or on camera. I had the opportunity to let someone else be a star on Wednesday, and I passed it up.
There is a strain of canine flu going around, so the local news called my work on Wed. and said they wanted to do an interview with the vet about it. They also wanted a dog to be there while they spoke with her. The topic came up of using one of my dogs.
Wylie was automatically disqualified since it was a live newscast and there is no way I would trust him to sit still for 30 seconds. He would be all over the place. This left me with one option, Buster.
I haven't really kept up with Buster's grooming the last few days, and it shows. He really needs to be brushed. True, I could have brushed him on my lunch hour and he would have looked great, but I would have to be in the shot with him. Normally, I would be all for it, but I'm a little broken out right now(yes, I'm 23 and have acne, it's a hormone imbalance, I can't help it), and there was no way I was going to have my picture splashed across the Tri-cities looking the way I do. I told everyone that I couldn't use him.
In the end, we used some fugly dog that was trying to be adopted out from the store, and I was safely out of sight. What has this experience taught me? I need to order Proactive. It worked for Jessica Simpson, so I'm sure it's top of the line.

Smallville

One of my favorite shows on TV right now is Smallville. It takes us through Clark Kent's teenage years. Sounds cheesy, I know, and it is, but I'm addicted. Tonight was the Season Premier on the WB. The only problem is, my cable carrier is ghetto and doesn't offer that station. Thank God for ABC Family. Reruns will have to do until my petition goes through to Dish Network(the only cable supplier to my house in the boonies).
Anyhow, the most recent episode I saw was the season ending cliff hanger to Season 3(tonight was the premier of season 5 for those of us keeping track). Lana was going off to Paris, or some foreign country partly because he won't open up to her...he's Superman, you wouldn't be able to handle it. Pete decided to move away because he knows Clark's secret and people are trying to get it out of him, and most shockingly, the house that Chloe is living in because she has to go into the witness protection program(she found out that Lex Luther's dad murdered his parents and is threatening to expose him) exploded moments after she walked into it. I've been waiting for months to see how this will all unravel, and I don't have to wait much longer!Monday night at 7, ABC Family will start airing season 4 of this wonderful show. Let me tell you, from what I've seen from the commercials, it looks amazing. Not only will it have to tie up all the loose ends left from the end of the previous season, but we are introduced to Lois Lane, it looks like Lana becomes possessed(her eyes are glowing in the commercial), and Lex Luther finally embraces his demonic nature. Mmm child, you better not call me between 7 and 8 for the next few weeks. I'm so excited, it's kind of pathetic. Do I wish I could see the most recent episodes, yes. I'll catch up on all the gossip of season 4 though and then maybe camp out at my sister's every Thursday from now on to watch it. My birthday is coming up(Nov 12, now you don't have to embarrass yourselves to ask when it is), so anyone trying to figure out what perfect gift to get, let me just tell you. The first 4 seasons of Smallville are on DVD, and I've been waiting till after my birthday/Christmas to buy them. Just check with eachother to make sure I don't get 4 copies of season 2. I hate exchanging gifts.

Naval Collapse

I've always hated belly buttons. I don't think people should decorate the remains of their umbilical cord with jewelry, and worse yet, to play with said jewelry after it is pierced. To be honest, my long standing unease with belly buttons stems from my self-consciousness of my own. It pains me to admit this, but I have an outie.
Yes, my belly button sticks out. It's really gross. I've always been told that outies become innies after you get older, but my button never was one to conform, and never went in. Anyhow, I was driving earlier today, and happened to rest my hand over my stomach. For a moment, I was really excited. It seemed that my belly button decided to go in. I finally had a belly button to be proud of. Imagine my disappointment when I realized that not only did I still have an outie, but it was a fat role that was making it feel like an innie. Life sucks.

ch-check it out

Guest blogger Amanda here - Scott gave me permission to add some links to his blog. Maybe he couldn't figure it out, or maybe I'm just an overbearing control freak. Anyway, enjoy his links!

Algernon Part Deux

It's so funny how my views change in just a few day. Last week I was saying how cute my new mouse is. Not so much anymore.
I decided to check my email before going to bed last night. I was sitting at my computer, much like I am now, and just happened to look down at the floor at the same instant that a mouse decided to run by. That's right, Algernon had escaped. I decided to put some food on the floor in front of my desk that he was hiding under so he would come out and I could grab him. He ran out, grabbed a piece of food and was back under the desk before I could blink. Smart little bastard.
I decided to take the bottom drawer out of my desk and grab him. That didn't work either, and he ran away. I was not in the mood for games, so I decided to run to Meijer and buy a trap. It was about 11:30 by the time I got there, and there was no one to direct me to the mouse trap section of the store. I finally found a helpful(?) associate who pointed in a general direction and said the traps were in that aisle or one over. About 20 minutes later, I found the traps.
I normally love Meijer, but come on. Would it kill them to stock live traps? I'm going to go out on a limb and say they probably wouldn't go bankrupt over something like that, but they only have the death traps. At this point I was too tired to care and picked up a 2 pack. Algernon had taken advantage of my hospitality, and payback would cost him dearly.
I got home and set one of the traps. A few minutes later, I saw Algernon. He cautiously maneuvered around his cage and came near me. I tried without success to catch him again. Mice really aren't too social I've learned. After getting away, again, I decided it was time to let the trap work it's magic.
algae crept precariously close to the trap. Yes, I had been home for about 20 minutes at this point and was still up despite the fact that I was about to pass out from sleep deprivation. I just had to find out what would happen to him. When he got too close to the trap, I actually yelled NO as loud as I could. I'm such a wuss. Seriously, who buys a mouse trap and scares mice away from it? I do.
Anyhow, I went to bed, not long after, but left the trap set up. I haven't seen algernon today(although I haven't really been home). I hope to catch him before he winds up in the trap, but at this point, whatever happens first is what I'm willing to deal with. I can't have a mouse running around. That's just gross.

Censorship?

I tried to log on to my wonderful blog tonight in order to see if anyone had left any messages on it. My computer won't allow me to see my blog. I like to believe that it's because my topics are too controversial and the government is trying to censor them because of the mass hysteria it will cause, but I realize it's probably just because my computer sucks. This problem has inspired me to try to create more tantalizing tales of my life that will leave people wanting more. I'm sure that the next time I write a post though, it will be as boring as the rest though.

Ryan

Ryan is my older brother, and he's an asshole. He called me today for no reason other than I was trying to read and his call was just another interruption that I didn't feel like dealing with. We talked for a few minutes, and his call dropped. I decided to let him call me back since he was driving and I don't like to talk on the phone while I'm driving if I can help it, he probably feels the same way since every decision I make is always the best one. Also, Ryan always tries to do everything the same as I do. Let me just tell you, it isn't flattering. I would get a restraining order, but he's family so I don't. Holidays are weird enough in our house with all 5000 of us in one room, getting the law involved would only make it worse.
Anyhow, I settled back into my magazine and of course my phone rang again. I answered the phone and it went dead again. I'm really happy that I ruined my concentration so that I could loose his signal again. I decided to call him back about 20 minutes later, but I couldn't get through. He ended up calling my mom later in the night. Apparently he told her that he forgot to call me back by the time he got home. Know what Bud(Bud is his nickname for everyone who doesn't know that)? I'm going to forget to answer the phone the next time you call. Yeah, I said that. And what?
Actually, I love my brother. I just wrote this post because I know he'll read it. I also want to take the time to remind everyone to donate to the hurricane relief effort. You may not have a lot to give, but for the people who lost everything, the small amount you are able to give will help to start a new life.

Algernon

First, I would like to apologize to all my loyal readers for the lack of updates in the last few weeks. I know that most of you just salivate waiting for my new posts(you should really get that checked out though, excessive drool is not attractive on anyone) and have felt jaded by my recent hiatus from writing. Work has been quite hectic, and I have to keep up my appearances at the local bars. Not to worry though, I plan to tell not just one, but possibly 2 stories tonight. Put on the coffee, this is going to be a long night.
*I took a picture of Algernon so everyone could see how cute he(she? I don't really know what to look for on a mouse) is, but it wouldn't download to my computer, so I will update this post later.*
I am the proud father of yet another animal that I don't need. Algernon is a white mouse. I don't really know how old he is, but he still has some growing to do. Allow me to share his special story with you.
Algie was scheduled to be put down. Seems that someone left him inside the store my vet office is located in. The store can't sell him because he wasn't sold by them originally, so he was doomed for the dreaded injection. I found out what was going on, and put a stop to that. Don't get me wrong, I think euthanasia is a humane solution to life threatening problems; and that comment is not just limited to animals, but people tend to get irate with me when I discuss that, so I'll just let it go. I don't believe it should be used for convenience though, and will not hesitate to let owners know how I feel when they want to put their pet down for no reason other than he barks too much or they don't have time for it(sometimes I pretend to not understand why my boss doesn't like me, but I actually know why). Well, needless to say, I ended up taking him home. I love my little mouse, but if someone is looking for a small pet, I'm willing to let you have him.