Crack dreams, pics, BUGGED OUT

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I keep having this one dream that I'm in Disneyworld with Dad, and the same thing happens each time. He comes walking up to me, looks around Disneyworld and says, "They changed it. I don't know if I"m gonna like it, but let's see." Then we'll go on a ride and it's all different and weird. Last night, it was supposed to be Epcot Center. Also, Mom was there, Gran, and a bunch of my cousins (pretty much all of them who have ever gone on a trip with me.) We got on this new ride that was supposed to be a space journey or something. But one of the workers insisted that I wasn't who I said I was and kept asking me for ID. All I had was my library card and eventually she took it.

I'm pretty sure that Dad in these dreams is my own subconscious going, "Someday I'll go back to Florida, but it'll be different and I don't know if I'll like it."

Then I had my other recurring dream: the "Someone else is in trouble and I'd better take care of this for them." Last night it was Benecio Del Toro (because I watched Wolfman with Mom last night.) It was similar to the movie, only this time I had to stop all these bad things from happening to him. So I "jumped in" like I always do, and start dodging bullets, running, leaping, hiding behind pillars and such. Because, I'm really cool like that.

Anyway, so last night while watching Wolfman, Mom and I were eating ice cream and more or less MSTing the entire movie. At one point I meant to say something about, "Shooting at this werewolf on the rooftops of London" and instead I said wolftops of London. About five minutes later, my Mom accidentally said "wolftops" too and then we were just LOLing all over the place. Sometimes it's the stupidest things that get me going. Well, most times.

Work today was pretty decent. My supervisor came in for a scheduled "coaching session" and to see how I was doing in my store etc. It went really well. People were really interested in what I had to say today, I sold a lot, and then Supervisor bought me lunch and said that I was doing really well and she didn't really have anything to add. We talked a while; she is very pleasant. And I got some cool t shirts, too.

Clinic is also pretty decent. Thursday I had some really good patients and a few repeat ones. I also did an extra treatment, because I had gone upstairs to be a standby (to get a treatment,) but someone had called in sick and this patient had driven all the way out there and had no one to treat her. So I said, Well, I'm already in my whites and I've got nothing else to do, so. I got credit for it too. Afterwards, I got a new patient who was iffy on the Amma treatment but said she'd give it a shot. So I did the whole treatment and afterwards she was very pleased. She actually said I was the best practitioner she'd ever met, and she booked me for the rest of the term! WHOA! My next patient was equally enthusiastic, and my final one of the night is my high-profile one. She told me that she would be willing to be my pathology patient next term. Which, I hope that works out because those can be hard to find. At the end of the day, I was writing up all my charts, when the receptionist came in and told me, "Everyone who walked out of here today said you were fantastic." I was like WOOT and the best part was that my two clinic supervisors were standing right there. Whew!

Also, that day I got 102 on one of my tests, and 97 on a pop quiz. I felt very relieved, as I'd been stressing over having gotten an 83 on the last test. 83. WTF.

Yesterday (Friday) was so mellow. I went grocery shopping, cleaned the fish tanks, went jogging, practiced some Hula, did a few critiques, and used this organic bug spray to try to kill the infestation of hibiscus sawfly that has wrecked both my dinnerplate hibiscus plants. They used to wait until August to start killing them; now the leaves are like lace before they even get a chance to open. I went nuts out there spraying the plants, pulling the dead, chewed up leaves off, and slapping down the larvae wherever I found them. It was disgusting.

This is what they do to the leaves:




And this is one of the bastard larvae:




I came inside, washed all up, and sat down at the computer. I kept feeling this itching, prickling sensation on my wrist and I put it out of my mind, figuring that of course I was going to have that grossed out, prickling feeling for the rest of the day. Then it started to burn, and I looked down and found one of the larvae bastards on my wrist.


THEY BITE.



I hate them forever and ever and I want them all to die.

Speaking of gross, slithery, parasitic things, here's another little story from work today.

So, I'm just packing up to leave, and I stop to pet this nervous little dog in a shopping cart. The woman says to me, "Be careful, she bites." I tell her, That's all right; I like nervous little dogs and I usually get along with them. The dog let me pet it, and the lady says, "Didn't you used to work at The Bad Place?" I tell her that I did and she says, "You used to take care of my (so and so's) (aggressive exotic pet)!" Oh, I remember (aggressive exotic pet!), and I remember so-and-so! She informs me that said exotic pet has died and I express my sympathy.

She then asks why she hasn't seen me around and I tell her, "That didn't end well, unfortunately."

And she asks, "Was it because of Dr. Dickwhistle?" Why yes, in fact it was. "I thought so," she says. "I just don't like him. He rubs me the wrong way. His personality is just...weird. And I don't think he's a good vet."

'He's not, in my opinion," I tell her.

She goes on to tell me—get this-- "He misdiagnosed my dog. He said it was arthritis and..."

"And it was bone cancer," I finish for her. She confirms. "He did the same thing to my dog," I tell her. "My dog was gone a month later, because he kept sending her home with aspirin. And," I go on, "he made another mistake with my other dog, one that cost me about $15K."

"Ridiculous," she says, "I can't stand him. He can't look you in the eye. He's just no good."

"I agree," I tell her. "They do have some good vets there—Dr. Such-And-Such is one of them—but as for him, I wouldn't spit on him if he were on fire." (And, among friends I usually add, "But I might if he wasn't.")

So! We had a little bonding session over the general ickiness and failings of Dr. Dickwhistle. I always feel terrible when people tell me their stories of him. But also a little gratified, in a weird way. Like, yeah, I'm not the only one who sees this.

Blah-de-blah, that was my exciting week, sorta. For now, please enjoy some of the usual pics of my dogs, my fish and my gardens and junk.


HEY MA LOOK AT ME RUN!


Sano's fluffy tail!


The final ingredient!


Super purdy colors:



And now for some fish!

Kyarotto, Lucrezia Noin and Leon the Magnificent:


Kyarotto, showing how camera shy he isn't.


Quatre Raberba Winner, with Gateau behind him:


Marron-chan:


LEON THE MAGNIFICENT:


All flared out!



Hee. Fish. Awesome.

Well, now I'm gonna take the dogs out and maybe put dinner on for me and Mom. She's borrowed a copy of a certain really mad awesome film, so we'll be watching that tonight. Yeah boyeeeeeee.