Yep, tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the day I start back to school (again).
Third time's a charm.
Whatever.
Anyway, I'm taking History I and Intro to Humanities (read: Mickey Mouse). It's six hours total. It's at night (1940 - 2240, M-Th). And it's at the education center on the base (so I don't have to buy a parking pass).
I'll be so glad to get a damn degree or two under my belt. Wish me luck, I'll probably need it.
Quick history:
A while back, Misty and I picked up Baz Luhrmann's Romeo & Juliet (the Leo DiCaprio/Claire Daines one), which came coupled with Much Ado About Nothing. I've never even heard of this version, but it has a helluva roster (despite having Keanu Reeves). If you enjoy Shakespearean adaptations of movies, you'll really dig this, especially if you can grasp Shakespeare's humor.
I laughed my ass off through most of this movie, especially Mike Keaton's parts (a Monty Pythonesque performance, if I ever saw one).
Go rent it. Go buy it. Just watch it. It's worth it. And we all know I don't say that too damn often.
Originally taken from FreeRepublic.com...
(and no, I'm not a republican)
I like big cars, big cigars and naturally big racks. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some mid-level governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies. I don't care about appearing compassionate. I think playing with guns doesn't make you a killer. I believe its called the Boy Scouts for a reason. I think I'm better than the homeless. I am not the real Slim Shady, so I think that I’m gonna stay seated right here in this damn comfy chair. I don't think being a minority makes you noble or victimized. I don't care if you call me a racist, a homophobe or a misogynist. I am not tolerant of others because they are different. I know that no matter how big Jennifer Lopez’s toilet gets, I’ll still want to see it.
I don't celebrate Kwanzaa.
I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, you do it in English. I like my porn without silicon. I don't use the excuse "it's for the children" as a shield for unpopular opinions or actions. I want to know when MTV became such crap. I think getting a hummer is sex, and every man is entitled to at least one extremely sloppy one per month. I know what the definition of is is. I think Oprah's eyes are way too far apart. I didn't take the initiative in inventing the Internet. I thought the Taco Bell dog was funny. I want them to bring back safe and sane fireworks.
I believe no one ever died because of something Ozzy Osbourne, Ice-T or Marilyn Manson sang. I think that being a student doesn’t give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. I’ve never mourned a dead goldfish. I don’t want to eat or drink anything with the words light, lite or fat-free on the package. I believe everyone has a right to pray to their God or gods, while I pray that the test results come back negative. I think the Clippers should play in the WNBA. My heroes are Abraham Lincoln, Orson Wells, Ronald Reagan and whoever canceled Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. I think creative violence makes movies more interesting and Iraqis more dead.
I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.
I know wrestling is fake, but I still think The Rock could kick my butt. I think global warming is junk science. I’ve never owned or was a slave, I didn't wander forty years in the desert after getting chased out of Egypt, I haven’t burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you, so shut-the-f-up already. South Park still makes me laugh. I think you can respect and admire women while mentally undressing them. I believe a self-righteous liberal with a cause is more dangerous than a PlayStation. I want to know which church is it exactly where the Rev. Jessie Jackson preaches. I think explosions are cool. I don't care where Ellen puts her tongue. I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you’re running from them. I thought Spinal Tap was great, but Rob Reiner can still kiss my backside.
I worry about dying before I get even.
I’ve discovered that DVD is better than Laserdisc. I like the convenience of buying oranges while I'm waiting at a stop-light, and I'm pretty sure the Latina midget selling them to me is glad she no longer lives in a refrigerator packing carton outside Ensenada. I figured out Bruce Willis was dead midway through The Sixth Sense but enjoyed it anyway. I think turkey bacon sucks. I want somebody to explain to me exactly why it's wrong to point out that when I watch a freeway chase, I know the losers the police eventually pull out of the car are gonna be a gang-banging hommies or vatos. I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes a parent. I think tattoos and piercings are fine if you want them, but please don’t pretend they are a political statement.
I want to know what the hell is going on when Geena Davis has a sitcom.
I like hard women, hard liquor and a hard bowel movement first thing in the morning. I believe you don’t have to speak with a lisp to pick out a couch for your living room. I'll admit that the only movie that ever made me cry was Field of Dreams. I didn't realize Dr. Seuss was a genius until I had a kid. I will not conform or compromise just to keep from hurting somebody's feelings. Sometimes I throw my soft drink can in the trash, even when the recycle bin is just a few more steps. Making love is fine, but sometimes I wanna get laid. I'm neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise.
Hunter finally lost the fight with parvo. He left us just before 7 last night.
I'm doing fine with it, but death hasn't bothered me in a while. The kids took it fairly well. Emma's just like me. She's trucking along like nothing happened. Josh's been a bit rocky.
The worst part is that it happened on Misty's birthday, and this was her dog. She's having a really hard time of it. I have no doubt she'll be better soon, but it'll be rocky for her until then. If you want to send wishes or prayers, they're best spent on her.
Anyway, I've got to get started on cleaning the mess from last night (dishes, etc...). If I don't answer the phone, you know why. I'll call when I get a few minutes.
Some of you may remember our puppy, Hunter. If not, let's just call him a six month old golden retriever.
Quick history:
Last night, he didn't eat any of his dinner (NOT normal for a puppy his size). Ditto for this morning. We decided it was time for the vet when he yarked on the kitchen floor. That was a riot to clean up.
We take him to the vet, who does a quick fecal test (read: shoves a 6" q-tip up his pooper), and confirms what I was afraid of: Hunter has parvo.
If you don't know what parvo is, it's probably one of the worst viruses your dog can get. Typically, the symptoms are lethargy, loss of appetite, vomiting, grayish diarrhea (sometimes with blood or tissue in it), extreme dehydration, and, in many cases, death.
When I was Josh's age (give or take), I lost my dalmation to parvo. I think it took a total of three days to kill her. So you can imagine why I'm antsy now. I don't want the kids to go through the same thing with Hunter.
Anyway, back to the story. $300 and 3 prescriptions later, we're back at home. He's been on a steady diet of clear pedialyte and Cephalexin (antibiotic). Hopefully he'll be back to normal in a few days.
