I commented over there, too. I lost my dear, sweet Pug boy Nixon in September and I miss that little stinky vandal every single day. He went too early, too.
It fucking sucks and I am crying about it right fucking now. Aside from the family relationships, that was the longest relationship I ever sustained.
As the vet said, Pet Heaven must be like All-You-Can-Eat-No-Waiting. Rest In Peace little ones, big ones.
I remember the good times to honor his life and the gifts he gave me. Which were far greater than anything I have ever bought.
I lost my 15-yr-old Gypsy dog at the end of May 2006. The vet suspected she had a brain tumor because she kept getting vestibular syndrome (an inner ear infection that made her fall a lot, which aggravated her arthritis). One night I came home and realized Gypsy could hear me but couldn't see me -- she had gone blind. I knew it was time to let her go. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Less than two months later Mom died. I think losing Gypsy helped prepare me for losing Mom, but they were both like losing part of my heart. Brian, you have my sympathy and hugs, buddy.
Aw, I'm so sorry. It sucks, it really does. Even when you know it's their time, like happened with my parents' 20 year old cat this summer, it still hurts like hell.
If we're doing FOs? Here are mine:
Whoever is the flaming idiot who keeps turning off the "On Line" button on the networked printer in my department - meaning nothing will print until you get up, go down, and hit the button on the machine (usually after getting an error message), they can FO. And if the printer is shutting its own On Line status down, it can FO with flaming saganaki cheese because that is just bad programming right there.
My other FO is directed and the giant miasma of STUPID that seems to have gripped our culture and our nation. Stop being stupid, people. You are Americans. You are better than this. Don't sit on your asses and wait for the govmint to fix things, 'cause they always crap stuff up when they try to fix it. Don't howl about how SOMETHING MUST BE DONE to fix your own particular life-drama, because that will lead to all of us losing some kind of freedom.
Neighbors who are raising three kinds of hell because no one wants them to put a chain link fence around their front yard can fuck off.
Also a hearty FTFO to the middle school drama two of my girls so readily embrace every chance they get. I would have given my left testicle to have the opportunities these girls have and they could not possibly care less about how good they have it. Love ya, girls...but fuck off to your teenage attitudes and the attendant bullshit!
And, finally, fuck off to me for having been a wallflower at this lovely dance for many moons and only now posting my first FO.
The basilisk apparently living in our pipes can die with a weepy phoenix and a bejeweled sword! And an emo kid with a scar on his forehead...
Mom, before you ask, we did ask Community Living and they said that "the plumbing is being weird" and it's being worked on. So.
wv- nutor, sounds like nutter, which is what we're all about to become from a couple of weeks living with the constant sound of water (and, apparently, Parseltongue)
Charlie, Welcome and thanks for upgrading from lurker to FO'er. As a former middle school prepubescent female, I would like to apologize on behalf of all of my kind and the crazy things our hormones and adolescent confusing lead us to inflict on our parents.
Susanna -- not your precious pug in pearls! Boo!
To everyone else who's lost their beloved pets, my heart goes out to you. One of the hardest things I ever had to do was take family dachshund that I grew up with to the vet to have him put to sleep. I had an emotional breakdown when the vet assistant came to take him from my arms while I was holding him in the lobby. I didn't want to let him go. I still miss that little guy.
Suz! I can't believe that about Nixon. Poor sweet baby. I'm so sorry.
Losing pets can fuck off.
My grandparents had an old stinky Cairn terrier, Bernie, who lived to be, like, 100. My grandmother would swear on a stack of bibles that he she hated him but the day he got ran over by a sno-cone truck and his back got broken (I told you he was old), she cried so hard my grandfather had to give her a sleeping pill to calm her down. My dad and my uncles took off work to have a funeral. It was gutting.
They are like little people, really. I still miss that old ornery so-and-so we put down a couple of weeks ago.
Thanks for telling me, kid. I suppose there's now only a 50/50 chance that the walls of your dormitory will erode away and the roof fall down on your head at night.
On the other hand, if they do find a basilisk, I expect to read about that in the newspaper. If it doesn't hit Drudge you will have to send me a link.
wv: motcl. I suppose this might be where you end up if your dorm collapses, unless they can shoehorn you in elsewhere.
Also a hearty FTFO to the middle school drama two of my girls so readily embrace every chance they get. I would have given my left testicle to have the opportunities these girls have and they could not possibly care less about how good they have it. Love ya, girls...but fuck off to your teenage attitudes and the attendant bullshit!
Preach it, brother! The choir is right behind you. :)
Losing pets can fuck off indeed. Our cat Romeo disappeared a few winters ago. It was about 20 below outside, but we still hold out hope that he found another home with lots of soft laps and furniture yet to be shredded.
The spiteful ass ferret that tried to being down the Fannie Mae computers can fuck of with a live power cord to the prostate. Yeah, you lost your job, just like about twenty thousand others. So you're gong to take your revenge on millions of other people who never did you any harm. He came to this country to make money, and when his turn at the well was up he shat in it. Selfish bastard.
wv: fonsia - the shade of leather jacket Henry Winkler would wear if he were gay.
God-damned Al Gore can fuck the fuck off for being fucking wrong about fucking global warming. One of my former students died in a weather-related car crash Monday.
Fuck off again to my insurance company (Golden Rule--if you buy your own insurance DON'T use these fuckers)for screwing up my son's RSV shot so badly that it's still not fixed.
And Nancy Pelosi can fuck off for her Margaret Sanger inspired idiocy that she tried to get pushed through in the taxpayer ass-raping that is the bailout.
Don't have the energy for the vitriol these fuck offs deserve. Maybe next week.
Laura's Daughter -- my freshman year of college, the dorm I lived in had this smoke alarm that was either broken or hyper-sensitive. It used to go off for no reason at all hours, day and night. Because it was a state-owned building, there were all these laws about how it had to be evacuated until someone from the fire department could come over and check to make sure that there wasn't an actual fire. Geting out of bed at three o'clock in the morning and standing outside in the cold wearing your jammies was not fun.
That smoke alarm can fuck off, even almost twenty years later.
The winter weather we have over here...62 degrees one day...18 degrees the next can fuck off. It's no wonder I seem to carry a low-grade sick around with me from Thanksgiving to St. Patrick's....
And fuck off to every Tom, Dick and Bubba Bo Bob who go bugfuck every time somebody on the news says anything that even RHYMES with snow. Jimmy Joe White Trash won't buy milk the whole year, but needs THREE GALLONS whenever somebody says possible snow on the teevee....
And yeah, fuck off to the dying of pets...For 15 years I had a cat named Strype, who attached herself to me and had nothing to do with anybody else....I still miss her pretty fierce...
Losing a pet SUCKS. I've had at least one cat continuously since age 10--that's about 2/3 of my life. I think I'd lose my mind if I didn't have a pet around.
This abnormal Philly winter can fuck off. I was *thisclose* to having my computer fixed today, until the computer guy's one employee got stuck and he had to go help out. Arrgh. Snow every other day? WTF??? This isn't the Poconos. I'd like winter to be personified so I could kick it in the nads.
WV: "distint"--withdrawn as the result of being PO'd. Probably what I will be like in the kids' department at the bookstore tonight.
OH! Mr. Nixon, Pug In Pearls, would be delighted to know that he's being remembered right now by you, Emily and Lisa! I am so touched that you remember him, too! He was the bestest little dog ever. Little big dog.
He's either lolling about in Pet Heaven like a pasha in his pearls or pissing all over them. Rest his gassy lil soul.
And perhaps he will snatch a pair from Pelosi for his mama... angels can do that.
"Jimmy Joe White Trash won't buy milk the whole year, but needs THREE GALLONS whenever somebody says possible snow on the teevee...."
Hahahaha. Along with the eight dozen eggs (seriously, if the power goes out, how are you going to keep them, let alone cook them? Or is there some yet-unknown-to-me ritual of sitting around and sucking raw eggs when it snows?)
Also, the weather guys who practically have an orgasm when there's bad weather coming can FTFO. Schadenfreude, much? Guys, you do realize that people may be dying on the roads or freezing in their no-power houses?
Captcha word: unmet. Seriously. That's a REAL word. I'm starting to get creeped out, now.
Susanna, I remember you posting a picture of him for me over at the old place when I was bummed out over something. It completely cheered me up. Pugs are cute enough on their own, but you never forget seeing a pug in pearls!
There's nothing like a regal animal in all of his, what, regalia, to cheer you up.
I can say that Mr. Nixon, in his myriad ways, brought cheer to my life every day I had him. I'm hoping Miko's family is remembering the good times today if they possibly can.
Losing an animal is such fuckery. It's up there with the other stuff we talk about impunity on this site.
Punishyourma, believe me, I am with you with the fire alarms at ungodly hours. We have to go across the street, too. And it's ALWAYS RAINING. Earlier this year, the girls directly upstairs from us had a problem where water, um, fell from their ceiling. In fact, it would fill up their smoke detector, which would then crash down to the floor along with lots and lots of water. And then the (ungodly) alarm would go off, and we would have to go outside. In the rain. Between last year and this year, the fire alarm indeed merited the creation of its own irate livejournal icon. DIE FIRE ALARM DIE. Only not, you know, if there really IS a fire.
We found out we did not have functional smoke detectors in my classroom/lab building after one of the TAs decided he could economize for everyone by washing out plastic pipette tips and drying them off in the drying oven. Except, he decided to go get dinner while they were drying, and they turned into smoky, shrinky-dink pipette tips.
I was teaching a night class at the time in another part of the building. One of the research students, not normally a nervous sort, comes running in all freaked out - "There's SMOKE in the classroom building!"
Long story short, the local fire inspector was NOT happy when she found out that there were not functional smoke detectors in the building. And we were NOT happy, either (we have a few disabled students and the amount of time a smoke detector would buy us in an actual fire might make the difference between them getting out alive and them, well, not.)
At first the university claimed it had "no money" for the upgrade but after a letter from the fire inspector (and perhaps also from a few faculty member's comments about calling up the local news channel to see if they were interested) the money SOMEHOW happened to turn up.
I tried this yesterday, but it didn't seem to take, so here goes:
Yes, in SPADES, Ken, Losing a furry baby can fuck right off with knobs.
Thank you to everyone who left their best wishes, here and at my blog. We are indeed doing our best to remember the good times -- in fact, it's kind of hard NOT to. Last night I accidentally dropped a piece of chicken in the floor and had to stare at it for a moment before cleaning it up -- a few days ago, all I'd have done is called out, "Miko, want a treat?" and our bio-Hoover would have taken care of it.
It's that little stuff that sets us off -- the things that we didn't notice or that annoyed us that now we suddenly miss.
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Yeah, like someone said over at Brian's place, it's like losing a member of the family. The disease that took their little sweetums can fuck off.
I commented over there, too. I lost my dear, sweet Pug boy Nixon in September and I miss that little stinky vandal every single day. He went too early, too.
It fucking sucks and I am crying about it right fucking now. Aside from the family relationships, that was the longest relationship I ever sustained.
As the vet said, Pet Heaven must be like All-You-Can-Eat-No-Waiting. Rest In Peace little ones, big ones.
I remember the good times to honor his life and the gifts he gave me. Which were far greater than anything I have ever bought.
I lost my 15-yr-old Gypsy dog at the end of May 2006. The vet suspected she had a brain tumor because she kept getting vestibular syndrome (an inner ear infection that made her fall a lot, which aggravated her arthritis). One night I came home and realized Gypsy could hear me but couldn't see me -- she had gone blind. I knew it was time to let her go. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Less than two months later Mom died. I think losing Gypsy helped prepare me for losing Mom, but they were both like losing part of my heart.
Brian, you have my sympathy and hugs, buddy.
Aw, I'm so sorry. It sucks, it really does. Even when you know it's their time, like happened with my parents' 20 year old cat this summer, it still hurts like hell.
If we're doing FOs? Here are mine:
Whoever is the flaming idiot who keeps turning off the "On Line" button on the networked printer in my department - meaning nothing will print until you get up, go down, and hit the button on the machine (usually after getting an error message), they can FO. And if the printer is shutting its own On Line status down, it can FO with flaming saganaki cheese because that is just bad programming right there.
My other FO is directed and the giant miasma of STUPID that seems to have gripped our culture and our nation. Stop being stupid, people. You are Americans. You are better than this. Don't sit on your asses and wait for the govmint to fix things, 'cause they always crap stuff up when they try to fix it. Don't howl about how SOMETHING MUST BE DONE to fix your own particular life-drama, because that will lead to all of us losing some kind of freedom.
Neighbors who are raising three kinds of hell because no one wants them to put a chain link fence around their front yard can fuck off.
Also a hearty FTFO to the middle school drama two of my girls so readily embrace every chance they get. I would have given my left testicle to have the opportunities these girls have and they could not possibly care less about how good they have it. Love ya, girls...but fuck off to your teenage attitudes and the attendant bullshit!
And, finally, fuck off to me for having been a wallflower at this lovely dance for many moons and only now posting my first FO.
The basilisk apparently living in our pipes can die with a weepy phoenix and a bejeweled sword! And an emo kid with a scar on his forehead...
Mom, before you ask, we did ask Community Living and they said that "the plumbing is being weird" and it's being worked on. So.
wv- nutor, sounds like nutter, which is what we're all about to become from a couple of weeks living with the constant sound of water (and, apparently, Parseltongue)
Charlie,
Welcome and thanks for upgrading from lurker to FO'er. As a former middle school prepubescent female, I would like to apologize on behalf of all of my kind and the crazy things our hormones and adolescent confusing lead us to inflict on our parents.
Susanna -- not your precious pug in pearls! Boo!
To everyone else who's lost their beloved pets, my heart goes out to you. One of the hardest things I ever had to do was take family dachshund that I grew up with to the vet to have him put to sleep. I had an emotional breakdown when the vet assistant came to take him from my arms while I was holding him in the lobby. I didn't want to let him go. I still miss that little guy.
And I can fuck off for the fifty kinds of bad editing it my post above.
IN my post above. Grrrr!
Suz! I can't believe that about Nixon. Poor sweet baby. I'm so sorry.
Losing pets can fuck off.
My grandparents had an old stinky Cairn terrier, Bernie, who lived to be, like, 100. My grandmother would swear on a stack of bibles that he she hated him but the day he got ran over by a sno-cone truck and his back got broken (I told you he was old), she cried so hard my grandfather had to give her a sleeping pill to calm her down. My dad and my uncles took off work to have a funeral. It was gutting.
They are like little people, really. I still miss that old ornery so-and-so we put down a couple of weeks ago.
Thanks for telling me, kid. I suppose there's now only a 50/50 chance that the walls of your dormitory will erode away and the roof fall down on your head at night.
On the other hand, if they do find a basilisk, I expect to read about that in the newspaper. If it doesn't hit Drudge you will have to send me a link.
wv: motcl. I suppose this might be where you end up if your dorm collapses, unless they can shoehorn you in elsewhere.
Pet loss can definitely fuck off. It is no wonder how much we come to love those little buggers...who else loves you that unconditionally?
I'm afraid we will be soon facing that with our cocker spaniel, Magic, and just anticipating that can fuck off.
To those of you with recent pet losses, my deepest condolences.
Also a hearty FTFO to the middle school drama two of my girls so readily embrace every chance they get. I would have given my left testicle to have the opportunities these girls have and they could not possibly care less about how good they have it. Love ya, girls...but fuck off to your teenage attitudes and the attendant bullshit!
Preach it, brother! The choir is right behind you. :)
Losing pets can fuck off indeed. Our cat Romeo disappeared a few winters ago. It was about 20 below outside, but we still hold out hope that he found another home with lots of soft laps and furniture yet to be shredded.
The spiteful ass ferret that tried to being down the Fannie Mae computers can fuck of with a live power cord to the prostate. Yeah, you lost your job, just like about twenty thousand others. So you're gong to take your revenge on millions of other people who never did you any harm. He came to this country to make money, and when his turn at the well was up he shat in it. Selfish bastard.
wv: fonsia - the shade of leather jacket Henry Winkler would wear if he were gay.
fonsia - the shade of leather jacket Henry Winkler would wear if he were gay.
HAHAHAHAHA!
God-damned Al Gore can fuck the fuck off for being fucking wrong about fucking global warming. One of my former students died in a weather-related car crash Monday.
Fuck off again to my insurance company (Golden Rule--if you buy your own insurance DON'T use these fuckers)for screwing up my son's RSV shot so badly that it's still not fixed.
And Nancy Pelosi can fuck off for her Margaret Sanger inspired idiocy that she tried to get pushed through in the taxpayer ass-raping that is the bailout.
Don't have the energy for the vitriol these fuck offs deserve. Maybe next week.
Laura's Daughter -- my freshman year of college, the dorm I lived in had this smoke alarm that was either broken or hyper-sensitive. It used to go off for no reason at all hours, day and night. Because it was a state-owned building, there were all these laws about how it had to be evacuated until someone from the fire department could come over and check to make sure that there wasn't an actual fire. Geting out of bed at three o'clock in the morning and standing outside in the cold wearing your jammies was not fun.
That smoke alarm can fuck off, even almost twenty years later.
The winter weather we have over here...62 degrees one day...18 degrees the next can fuck off. It's no wonder I seem to carry a low-grade sick around with me from Thanksgiving to St. Patrick's....
And fuck off to every Tom, Dick and Bubba Bo Bob who go bugfuck every time somebody on the news says anything that even RHYMES with snow. Jimmy Joe White Trash won't buy milk the whole year, but needs THREE GALLONS whenever somebody says possible snow on the teevee....
And yeah, fuck off to the dying of pets...For 15 years I had a cat named Strype, who attached herself to me and had nothing to do with anybody else....I still miss her pretty fierce...
Losing a pet SUCKS. I've had at least one cat continuously since age 10--that's about 2/3 of my life. I think I'd lose my mind if I didn't have a pet around.
This abnormal Philly winter can fuck off. I was *thisclose* to having my computer fixed today, until the computer guy's one employee got stuck and he had to go help out. Arrgh. Snow every other day? WTF??? This isn't the Poconos. I'd like winter to be personified so I could kick it in the nads.
WV: "distint"--withdrawn as the result of being PO'd. Probably what I will be like in the kids' department at the bookstore tonight.
OH! Mr. Nixon, Pug In Pearls, would be delighted to know that he's being remembered right now by you, Emily and Lisa! I am so touched that you remember him, too! He was the bestest little dog ever. Little big dog.
He's either lolling about in Pet Heaven like a pasha in his pearls or pissing all over them. Rest his gassy lil soul.
And perhaps he will snatch a pair from Pelosi for his mama... angels can do that.
"Jimmy Joe White Trash won't buy milk the whole year, but needs THREE GALLONS whenever somebody says possible snow on the teevee...."
Hahahaha. Along with the eight dozen eggs (seriously, if the power goes out, how are you going to keep them, let alone cook them? Or is there some yet-unknown-to-me ritual of sitting around and sucking raw eggs when it snows?)
Also, the weather guys who practically have an orgasm when there's bad weather coming can FTFO. Schadenfreude, much? Guys, you do realize that people may be dying on the roads or freezing in their no-power houses?
Captcha word: unmet. Seriously. That's a REAL word. I'm starting to get creeped out, now.
Susanna,
I remember you posting a picture of him for me over at the old place when I was bummed out over something. It completely cheered me up. Pugs are cute enough on their own, but you never forget seeing a pug in pearls!
WV: swore. I got a real word, too, Ricki!
There's nothing like a regal animal in all of his, what, regalia, to cheer you up.
I can say that Mr. Nixon, in his myriad ways, brought cheer to my life every day I had him. I'm hoping Miko's family is remembering the good times today if they possibly can.
Losing an animal is such fuckery. It's up there with the other stuff we talk about impunity on this site.
Punishyourma,
believe me, I am with you with the fire alarms at ungodly hours. We have to go across the street, too. And it's ALWAYS RAINING. Earlier this year, the girls directly upstairs from us had a problem where water, um, fell from their ceiling. In fact, it would fill up their smoke detector, which would then crash down to the floor along with lots and lots of water. And then the (ungodly) alarm would go off, and we would have to go outside. In the rain.
Between last year and this year, the fire alarm indeed merited the creation of its own irate livejournal icon. DIE FIRE ALARM DIE. Only not, you know, if there really IS a fire.
wv- ampig! HAHAHA I AM PIG.
And then there's the reverse.
We found out we did not have functional smoke detectors in my classroom/lab building after one of the TAs decided he could economize for everyone by washing out plastic pipette tips and drying them off in the drying oven. Except, he decided to go get dinner while they were drying, and they turned into smoky, shrinky-dink pipette tips.
I was teaching a night class at the time in another part of the building. One of the research students, not normally a nervous sort, comes running in all freaked out - "There's SMOKE in the classroom building!"
Long story short, the local fire inspector was NOT happy when she found out that there were not functional smoke detectors in the building. And we were NOT happy, either (we have a few disabled students and the amount of time a smoke detector would buy us in an actual fire might make the difference between them getting out alive and them, well, not.)
At first the university claimed it had "no money" for the upgrade but after a letter from the fire inspector (and perhaps also from a few faculty member's comments about calling up the local news channel to see if they were interested) the money SOMEHOW happened to turn up.
"...washing out plastic pipette tips..."
Good lord.
I tried this yesterday, but it didn't seem to take, so here goes:
Yes, in SPADES, Ken, Losing a furry baby can fuck right off with knobs.
Thank you to everyone who left their best wishes, here and at my blog. We are indeed doing our best to remember the good times -- in fact, it's kind of hard NOT to. Last night I accidentally dropped a piece of chicken in the floor and had to stare at it for a moment before cleaning it up -- a few days ago, all I'd have done is called out, "Miko, want a treat?" and our bio-Hoover would have taken care of it.
It's that little stuff that sets us off -- the things that we didn't notice or that annoyed us that now we suddenly miss.
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