Ok, not to be all high, mighty, and douchey, but it really drives me crazy when people don't know how to use an apostrophe.

Here are the basics:

• Use an apostrophe to make something possessive.  For example, you could say:
• I like how floppy Jacquie's ears are.
  
• Your mom's mole is really hairy.
  
• Use an apostrophe for a contraction, for example:
• I can't live without the internet.
  
• Your face isn't your strongest feature.
  
• I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth.
  
• Do NOT, under any circumstances, use an apostrophe just to make something plural.  Simply add an "s" or an "es," for example you would say:
• I could eat three million tacos.  (NOT taco's)
  
• I am going to get my nails done.  (NOT nail's)
  
• I am sick and tired of your bullshit lies. (NOT lie's)
  
• The Exception:  Its and It's.  If you are trying to make the word "it" possessive, don't use an apostrophe.  (This is the only exception to the rule that I can think of for now.)
  

• Plural and possessive:  This is when things can get a little hairy for some.  If you want to make a noun plural and possessive, you add an "s" or "es" and an apostrophe at the end.  For example:
• All of the dogs' tails wag vigorously.
• The Kardashians' asses are large and in charge.

If you are still having trouble with this, I recommend getting a good reference book on how to use punctuation.  The Elements of Style is the one I recommend.

Next Week:  They're, There, Their, Your, and You're

PS - I should write a fucking textbook!

Ever go to the grocery store and you're looking for few simple little things like peanut butter and bread and maybe some spring water and you look everywhere and you can't find any of it?

That's what I just did.  And then I saw a bottle of wine.  So I just got that instead.

Guess who's getting drunk tonight.

what kind of dog doesn't like peanut butter?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081210/ap_on_go_pr_wh/obama_interview

"Oh, hey, dude.  I was just wondering, like, are you gonna use your middle name during that ceremony thingie when you become, like the godfather of the states?  I mean like, "Hussein" makes you sound like, oh I don't know, one of those dudes with the beards who have like bombs and stuff."

Jennifer Loven asks the tough questions.

bug larva
freecreditreport.com commercials
bugs
unsolicited advice
people who don't know when to stop
dog farts
parasitic creatures
untasty baked goods
people who drive slow in the fast lane
driving through texas
uncomfortable shoes
warts
dummies in management positions
dummies
people who don't care how they make other people feel
mayonnaise

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I spent a wonderful and much needed week with my family in North Carolina.

I got to see Callie and Meiko.  (And Max, but he was absent for the photo shoot.)

And then Callie was so excited, she breakdanced.

After hanging out with the animals, Kerry and I went to my brother and sister-in-law's house to see my adorable nephew practice for the world cup.  (The world cup is the soccer one, right?)

After the game, we got to see my brilliant 3 year old nephew play the drums on rock band.  PS - He regularly scores over 95% on drums.

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get rid of my blackheads
take my dog to a veterinary behaviorist
be more fashionable
lose 10-ish lbs
find a way to make more money
get my car fixed
get an eyebrow wax
go to school full time

 and call every phone number that appears and ask if they have po chai pills?

silly, that's how.

Lots of things went on--we went to two amazing weddings, one in CT and one in northern CA.  I'll post some pics and more on those later.  Both weddings were great, both couples are good friends and awesome couples.

I started my new job at the emergency animal hospital a few weeks ago.  It's... going.  It's not bad, it has just taken some getting used to.  I know a great deal about general practice medicine but not as much on the emergency front.  Basically I feel like I'm a shitty emergency technician because there is a lot I don't know.  Lots of new drugs I've never used before, procedures I'm not familiar with, etc, which leaves me asking lots of questions.  There are also basic, simple things that every hospital does differently that I'm still figuring out.  Some of my bosses/coworkers seem to like me, some don't.   Which I guess is normal at such a big place with so many people.  My plan is just to be super nice and see what happens.

I'm also adjusting to the weird hours.  I'm working a lot of later shifts, like sometimes until midnight or 1 AM.  But I'm also working some morning shifts.  My sleep is all fucked up.

I also briefly took a second job at a small private practice.  I interviewed there over a month ago, assumed I didn't get the job, and then out of the blue got a phone call offering me the position.  I'm only at the emergency place part-time, so I figured I would try out this place a couple of days a week.  After my second day there, I realized it wasn't for me so I called and quit on the phone.  It seemed to me like they wanted more of a kennel aid than a veterinary technician--someone to do laundry and fecal parasite tests and cleaning.  And the other techs there seemed unhappy.  AND:  The owner didn't even provide the lead gloves that are required by law to protect employees from getting cancer when they take x-rays.  Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.  What an asshole!  I'm tempted to report them.  What makes me even angrier, though, is that the other technicians there accept it.  I mean, that's like having sex without a condom with someone who you know has an STD.  And doing it for $12 an hour or whatever.

As far as anything else, I've kind of been sitting around feeling sorry for myself all day/week/month for two reasons:

1.   I'm really homesick for North Carolina.  I really miss my family and wish I could be there to see my little nephew grow up.  I really miss my sister and wish we could be super close again.  I wish I could have a closer relationship with my brother, his wife, and my dad.

2.  I don't have a single fucking friend in San Diego.  This is such bullshit.  Moving across the country sucks.  Don't even get me started.  I feel like I should just go buy a bunch of yarn and some more cats, and board up my windows, and knit and hang out with my cats all by myself for the next 60 years.  Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a fucking cockroach infestation and they can keep me company too.

On a lighter note, here is a picture of my cats on neighborhood watch duty:

lookouts