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Obi-noxious

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

Thanks to a wonderful thing called conditioning, Obi gets a treat every time she comes inside from using the lawn as her giant toilet. But she now thinks she should get a treat every time she performs the action of going out the back door then coming in. Even if it means walking out on to the patio and turning right back around. Then she’ll bark incessantly until she gets a treat. Once she gets a treat, she’s quiet. That is, until she realizes we are no longer paying attention to her. Then she’ll bark. She knows that if she barks enough, we’ll get fed up and give her peanut butter.

Ugh. My friend Melissa’s right. She’s completely in control of this house.

Happy Thanksgiving

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone – I hope you have a wonderful day and stuff yourself silly!

I am thankful for:

  • My family and friends, who’ve shaped me in to whom I’ve become
  • My pets, who never fail to put a smile on my face
  • My health, and that I’ve been cancer-free for two years
  • My job, which  introduces me to fascinating people and places
  • My home, though crazy, is a haven I can come home to each day
  • My books, which take me to places I might never get to go
  • My music, the background to many important times in my life
  • My imagination, which has gotten me far in life
  • And chocolate, which has always been there to help out in any situation

Fall Is In The Air

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

Summer technically does not end until next week, but autum is in the air, and as McDonald’s chimes, “I’m lovin’ it.”

Trees in Islip have already started turning shades of crimson and gold, and Starbucks has begun stocking my favorite hot caramel apple cider again. I’ve slipped back into cozy sweaters and hide under my down blanket while sleeping. School buses wake me up in the morning, and the smell of freshly-cut grass has been replaced by wafts of random chimney smoke or burning brush.

It’s difficult to peg my favorite season. When summer rolled around, I was more than eager to dip my toes in the ocean, build castles in the sand and partake in barbequed hot dogs and hamburgers. Yet, I still have a yearning for my backyard to be blanketed in white, my dog running around with a big snow beard on her snout. However, there’s something about crocuses peeking through melting ice and cool spring breezes.

I think I’ll take (E). All of the above. I’m happy to live in a place where there’s four distinct seasons.

Pow, Pow

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

Remember Islip? Yep, the town that Money magazine rated the safest in the U.S.A. in 2005?

Well, I was walking home from the train station with Lexcie and my dog at approximately 8:45 tonight when I heard a pop noise. I felt a sharp sting in my arm, then a burning sensation. Someone shot me with a BB gun.

Knowing very well which house it was, I called the Suffolk County Police Department. The cop was no help – he asked me if I had seen anyone shoot at me and where from. “It may not have been from that house,” he said. Well, hello, I wasn’t going to stick around to find out who was shooting at me, lest I get pelleted again! He said he would go over and check out what was going on, but something tells me he really didn’t give a rat’s arse.

At least I was wearing a denim jacket, which softened the blow. But now I have this huge welt on my arm.

Now I have to take a different route home from the station. Bastards.

San Francisco, Part II

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

Trying to catch up on post-San Fransicso tasks – both at home and at work – has contributed to my lackadasial approach to this blog. Now that I have some time, thanks to a bad case of bronchitis, I shall finish writing about my trip. One of the biggest lessons Lexcie and I learned is that we both don’t do well with lack of sleep. (more…)

Busy Weekend

Monday, June 18th, 2007

I had quite a busy weekend, which seems to be the norm nowadays. That’s a good thing – I really shouldn’t sleep in late and let it waste away.

Although I get out of work early on Friday, I decided to stay in the city late to avoid the mess of Fire Islanders/Hamptonites/Montaukians on the LIRR. So a co-worker and I went out for a movie, dinner and drinks, since the boss man gave us movie gift certificates for a job well done this past month. We decided on Knocked Up, because I’ve heard nothing but good things about it from my friends. And it was actually a very, very good movie, and quite heartwarming. Although I am not one for crudeness, it actually gave a more real-life element to the movie. You could actually see a friend in that situation. I haven’t seen any of Judd Apatow’s other movies yet, but plan to check them out.

And even though I stayed late on Friday, my 8:30 Patchogue train was still packed with beachgoers. (more…)

Welcome to the Rat Race

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

So, it seems we’ve been having an influx of critters in our neighborhood – mostly squirrels, raccoons… and now, rats.

Many are blaming a certain neighbor, who we believe is responsible for the increasing population of squirrels. For the past two or three years, we’ve found peanut shells all over our yard, as well as a noticable absence of tulips – as we planted the bulbs, they dug them right back up and ate them. One day, the said neighbor came over to my house and blamed my younger sister for shooting a BB gun at his window and shattering it. He was insistent, even though my sister doesn’t own a BB gun. We later found out it was another neighbor, shooting at the army of squirrels eating peanuts and digging through his gardens. And the squirrels are quite brazen now, too – they don’t run as quickly when we come outside or when our dog Obi is frolicking around the back yard (or did all my neighbor’s peanuts make them too fat to run?).

Next came the raccoons. They make horrible shrieking noises in the night, almost like cats fighting. I always run outside to see what it is, hoping that our cats Pippin and Merry didn’t get out. One night, I saw two of the bandits fighting WWE-style on top of the culprit neighbor’s roof.

And now the rats. They’ve been spotted scurrying up and down the driveway two doors down, and have been heard scratching around other yards. Now with the construction going on, we’re hoping they don’t get in the house, lest we have the same situation as a decade ago.


When I was about 14 years old, we started to notice things around the house being chewed up, namely soaps and food. Then one day, we saw something black scurry across the kitchen floor. We thought one of our many gerbils had gotten loose, until this black creature decided to come into the living room and watch television with us. It was then we noticed it was a fat, black rat.We first set out Havahart trap, because we didn’t want to kill the poor thing. But he alluded it. Next came the snap traps, but he knew how to get the peanut butter and cheese without setting it off. We finally put out glue traps, but to no avail… he was quite the Frank Abagnale. He would come out every night to say hello, then scurry off to wherever his little rodent heart desired. We eventually named him Templeton, after the rat in Charlotte’s Web.

One night, my younger sister was in the kitchen making a snack when Templeton ran over her feet. She stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, her feet moving, but not going anywhere. She finally said, breathlessly, “Oh my God, the rat!” Meanwhile, we were sure Templeton was crouched in the corner somewhere, saying, “Oh my God, the human!”

We never knew where he ran off to at night. He was a very neat rat, and left no indication, including droppings, that he had been around, sans a chewed-up bag of Oreo cookies. He stuck around for about two years, then disappeared as mysteriously as he came.

A few months after Templeton left, our dishwasher broke and we had to install a new one. That is when we discovered his secret dwelling and learned he was quite the pack rat. In quite a compressed cube of items, we found: paper towels, old chicken bones, three earrings that I had “lost” over a year before, black banana peels, socks, a sponge, some Brillo, a shoelace and other miscellaneous bric-a-brac. We were stunned that it never caused a fire.

Now, every time I hear scratching, I wonder if we have a new houseguest. We don’t live in a neighborbood that should have rats!