You're an odd Duck..

Quack.

Sooooo long of a night. For some reason three of us were working, but then we found the reason. We were pretty darn busy with a bloated dog coming in at 4am. The poor sweet rottweiler boy had a stomach the size of a watermelon. An intern was working so we needed to wait for the surgeon to come in to help him untwist his tummy. I was trying to get the intern vet to maybe decompress it (deflate) but she didn't get the ok and felt like she should wait. So we waited, for over an hour. And the poor dog sat there uncomfortable and then the surgeon walks in, grabs a needle and pokes it into the stomach making the balloon noise. Then tells the intern he was testing her to see if she had the guts to do that. I was thinking right, cause the dog really appreciates to be on the testing end of that situation. that place is an odd duck.

(i was told I was an odd duck by the surgeon after some comment I made. can't remember what comment, but I quacked)

I got off late, maybe 7am, then slept even later. Woke up with resolutions not to be so tired or unmotivated this week. Don't know how that's going to work since I have to work Thurs. through Sun. nights. ergh. Was having a discussion on my tiredness with roommate and friend. Don't know if it's depression or a different reason. I self diagnosed Lupus because of an eye rash (don't freak out ma, i have no idea) But I think maybe i just get sad when I'm dating someone. though I'm not really anymore. i think? ergh.

I went to a movie tonight, "Towelhead". It was premised by the ticket taker saying "that's a disturbing movie" I was then excited for it. When you're alone it makes people much more open to talking to you. A man after the film came up to ask what I thought. He was a talkative sort though. Then a convo with the ticket taker was had. I think people assume that someone alone wants to be talked to. not that I don't it's just interesting the feelings we have towards people who are by themselves. The movie was disturbing but it's better that way.

I think I'll go to the Mutter Museum tomorrow. finally. And take delight in the anomalies in life like siamese twins and soap bodies. (Heather's excited right now)

Pancakes might be in order first though.

If I'm gonna work a lot. I'm gonna play a lot :)

I keep meaning to edit more and send these to you Shannon.

I has a therapy dog

Kasia passed her therapy test!!

She was the most well behaved dog there, if I may say so. (bias disclaimer here)

We walked in and had to walk by a few dogs, which was all part of the test. No biggie, she's good with dogs. One big guy though really liked her and started barking at her. But she just laid down and watched.

Next part of the test was to down/stay. easy. then she had to act normal around the woman in the wheel chair. no problem. The crutches came out and she didn't bat an eye when the lady dropped them on the floor to make a loud noise.

So she passed and I almost cried. (no documented proof, so I say almost)

Now once she gets her papers she can go to the childrens hospitals or have kids read to her. soo cute. I think it really took 11 years for her to calm down enough to get to this point. She's a good girl but she was hyper when young and even at 9!

Here's a picture of her and Penny. really ridiculous.






Kasia and I are walking in the Mutt Strut for the Philly PAWS here that I volunteer at. We've raised 240$ so far which is great. I'm trying to find stuff to focus on since work is in the "blugh" realm and social life is in the "i have no clue" realm. Though I am looking forward to baking soon with Maddy, that should be fun. And hopefully I'll get cracking on the monoprints.

I also got in the mail today the catalog that Kasia and Pity are in! It's sooo cute! I'll post pics of it.

"dirty water"

First monoprint of the series. It looks a little better in person.

and another

her eyes are crazy big. poor bugbitten nose.

I really do has a Hotdog

My new infatuation introduced by someone who loves there dog as much as I do. Which is awesome.

http://www.ihasahotdog.com/

Life really is as good as dog makes it look.....

I don't mean for just me, but anyone. If you're perceptive to the goodness around you. Goodies can be staring you in the face with coke bottom glasses on. I'll explain.

Tonight was gorgeous. On a last minute wim I decided to see the Regina Spektor/Ani DiFranco concert. I had to catch the bus to the music center on 20th which just happened to be perfectly located 2 blocks from my favorite sushi joint. So I rode bike there and then skipped in for some roll specials. I love going in when there's no one else. It's a tiny cute little place and the guy is so nice. Today he was smling at my tattoo and asked if it was a firebird. His first firebird he's seen he said in his asian accent. cute.

Tonight added to my count of being caught in the rain. I always seem to be biking. My next interaction might need it's own blog, and if I find the pictures of me with this random guy in the Philly Style weekly magazine, it probably will get it's own blog. I'll save that story.

The concert was amazing. I mainly went for Regina Spektor and she was adorable and stunning to watch. Ani was an added bonus.

The bus ride back though, was actually the highlight. An older gentleman sat next to me. I had seen him on the ride there talking to himself the whole way. He started a conversation with no one really in particular, kind of out loud in the way that makes you think "ok, don't make eye contact and it won't be directed at you" But I thought, "eh, who cares, I'll entertain him a bit"

Let me first describe him, cute as the whole thing was. Thick glasses which made it impossible to see his eyes. A slight stutter with sentences a little off in the mind but not so much that he didn't converse, just mild rambles. He talked about all the concerts he's seen there and how 51 years ago he paid 33$ for a month membership and now it's that per show. I asked him how else it's changed and he said, "well, the hair around me is getting a lot grayer when I go to symphonies" He told me about who was playing and composing and what year it was in. I said one of my sorrows was to never see Pavarotti live, he said he's seen him 6 times. Then listed where, what year, and who he sang with. He was in the audience when Shostokovitch was there at a performance. I couldn't keep all the singers straight but he said they finally let a woman sing in the 70's who they wouldn't 20 years earlier. I asked why they wouldn't and he said, "because she was black, of course. Discrimination" He told me how he found her picture signed in the photographer's frame work in a thrift store and paid 10$ when it was worth 1,000$. We talked about Nadja Sonnenberg and Magdalena Kozena. He asked me how long I'd been in Philladelphia. He lived there his whole life. My stop came up and I thanked him and told him it was nice talking to him, and he said to enjoy Philadelphia and that there was so much to see and I should see everything. I unfortunately didn't get his name and I would have stayed on the bus but my bike was parked so had to get off. He was probably a Herbert or Walter. I should have asked. I should have made him my museum friend.

This conversation rivaled the man who lived with rocks in New Mexico.

Everyone needs to look out for their coke bottle glassed conversation. That is good life.

Here is dog's good life.

Behind the Scenes plus extra

Here are the demanded photos of our dog modeling extravaganza. I don't have many of Kasia working it since I was busy helping her with poses while she was on. And she was on.

She had a few vain moments and kept walking over to a mirror and standing in front of it. That was extremely funny. Pity was her usual Supermodel self and pulled out her signature over the shoulder. She was a little upset at little Mia being so cute. She's going to have to understand that it's a young models world. and you really only have a few good minutes for high fashion before you're yesterdays top dogmodel.

I will also post the photographer's finished product.

I was in heaven. I think I need to tap into the dog High Fashion market. In fact... Look for that series to come.

and a bonus........Jon is so lucky to work for MAC and lucky to hang out with us girls. HeeHee. And I scored sassy pink lipstick and blush. Pretty.