This was written to me in response of a post I made on a public forum....enjoy!
Whist this forum has been mediocre in its vasteness of entertaining proposals and somewhat intriquing materialisic idiocroces of velligerant commentaries I find it more humerous to see if ONE is actually capable of panning your head and rubbing your stomach simoultameously.
Brownie points to the person who can not only correct the spelling and grammar of the above SENTENCE but also to whomever can decipher its meaning :)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Blistex Deep Renewal: Just Say No
My lips weren't necessarily chapped to begin with, but I opted to get some protection since it was getting cold outside, etc.
I opted to try Blistex's new "Deep Renewal". It promises to help your lips remain smooth, protect like it should against sun and wind, reduce fine lines, etc. I didn't care about fine lines, etc. but thought I should try this new lip protectant, right?
At first, I was addicted to it. It was great. It went on smooth and not messy, but gave a slight gloss to my lips.
Then I lost my tube of it, and I didn't have anything at all. For a day or so, my lips were fine. We are now at the end of week 1, and my lips are horrible. Never before have my lips not only been so dry, but they feel like there are little miniscule cracks all over them, giving my lips a "tight" feeling. My lips have started to dry out much more rapidly than when I wasn't using a lip protectant at all.
Now I have dried lips with miniscule cracks and dry and raw spots as well. Sure, the "fine lines" are gone, but it feels like they are gone because the first microscopic layer of my lips have been burned off.
It's not from cold sores, and like I said, I've had chapped lips before from not using protectant at all, but it seems like stopping the use of Blistex Deep Renewal has caused the chapping to speed up.
Because of this, I do NOT recommend Blistex Deep Renewal. I think I'll just stick with my trusty Chapstick.
I opted to try Blistex's new "Deep Renewal". It promises to help your lips remain smooth, protect like it should against sun and wind, reduce fine lines, etc. I didn't care about fine lines, etc. but thought I should try this new lip protectant, right?
At first, I was addicted to it. It was great. It went on smooth and not messy, but gave a slight gloss to my lips.
Then I lost my tube of it, and I didn't have anything at all. For a day or so, my lips were fine. We are now at the end of week 1, and my lips are horrible. Never before have my lips not only been so dry, but they feel like there are little miniscule cracks all over them, giving my lips a "tight" feeling. My lips have started to dry out much more rapidly than when I wasn't using a lip protectant at all.
Now I have dried lips with miniscule cracks and dry and raw spots as well. Sure, the "fine lines" are gone, but it feels like they are gone because the first microscopic layer of my lips have been burned off.
It's not from cold sores, and like I said, I've had chapped lips before from not using protectant at all, but it seems like stopping the use of Blistex Deep Renewal has caused the chapping to speed up.
Because of this, I do NOT recommend Blistex Deep Renewal. I think I'll just stick with my trusty Chapstick.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
German Shepherds - SC
Just a warning, if you, or anyone you know, is looking to buy a German Shepherd (pups to trained adults), please E-MAIL ME privately before doing so if you contact someone in South Carolina.
We learned some new information today that now solidifies our opinions on this person.
We learned some new information today that now solidifies our opinions on this person.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Head, Hands, Hips, Heels.
Our first professional riding lesson together.
Last Saturday, Andrew and I donned our, oh so proper, riding attire (fleece, jeans, boots, helmet) for our riding lessons.
Our mounts are as follows:
"Tank" - Tank is a mid-teens dapple grey 1800 lbs "full figured lady" Percheron. Andrew is currently riding her.
"Penny" - Penny is an early teens bay 1400 lbs Clydesdale/Standardbred cross. I am currently riding her.
We start out at Lonesome Dove East/Forever Free Farm in Dallas, Georgia. We get Tank and Penny, and we groom them. Right now, it's like grooming a yak with their winter coats. Susan, the owner, comes and quizzes us on horse parts and saddle/bridle parts before we tack up the girls, climb the mounting block, and hop on.
We're focusing on body position and walking/turning on forehand right now. Head, hands, hips, heels is what we learned last Saturday:
Head - straight ahead, looking out
Hands - quiet, thumbs to the sky, close together, 3" from horse's withers
Hips - even and balanced
Heels - Down, toes up
It was a good lesson. Susan sent me an e-mail yesterday asking me what I thought of the lessons. I said they were great.
I smiled when she told me "The rest of you looked great...nice vertical, heels down, eyes up, etc. Alas, those hands!"
"Alas, those hands!" are due to the fact I had gotten so used to riding western and green horses, that my hands had about a 30 degree angle to them..."piano hands." I will try to get Susan to take some pictures of us.
Last Saturday, Andrew and I donned our, oh so proper, riding attire (fleece, jeans, boots, helmet) for our riding lessons.
Our mounts are as follows:
"Tank" - Tank is a mid-teens dapple grey 1800 lbs "full figured lady" Percheron. Andrew is currently riding her.
"Penny" - Penny is an early teens bay 1400 lbs Clydesdale/Standardbred cross. I am currently riding her.
We start out at Lonesome Dove East/Forever Free Farm in Dallas, Georgia. We get Tank and Penny, and we groom them. Right now, it's like grooming a yak with their winter coats. Susan, the owner, comes and quizzes us on horse parts and saddle/bridle parts before we tack up the girls, climb the mounting block, and hop on.
We're focusing on body position and walking/turning on forehand right now. Head, hands, hips, heels is what we learned last Saturday:
Head - straight ahead, looking out
Hands - quiet, thumbs to the sky, close together, 3" from horse's withers
Hips - even and balanced
Heels - Down, toes up
It was a good lesson. Susan sent me an e-mail yesterday asking me what I thought of the lessons. I said they were great.
I smiled when she told me "The rest of you looked great...nice vertical, heels down, eyes up, etc. Alas, those hands!"
"Alas, those hands!" are due to the fact I had gotten so used to riding western and green horses, that my hands had about a 30 degree angle to them..."piano hands." I will try to get Susan to take some pictures of us.
(not getting) Meeka: Part III : Mon morn - Mon night
Part III:
8:00 am: Woke up. Got dressed. Ate breakfast. Called Nicole. Headed down to Riverfront Park. Called Nicole again. Took Cash for a walk around the park/talked to Rangers.
10:30 am: Called Nicole; left VM
11:15 am: Called Nicole; left VM
11:30 am: Called Nicole; left VM
11:45 am: Called Nicole; left VM (seeing a trend?)
12:15 pm: Called Nicole; left VM
1:00 pm: Andrew gets pissed and says, “Let’s drive to Saluda” (since she supposedly works for the PD there).
2:00 pm: Arrive in Saluda (appx. 45 min from Columbia). Nicole finally calls back, “hey, I just woke up. Let me throw some clothes on, feed the dogs, and then I’ll get the dog and meet you guys off Exit 44 off I-20 at the truck stop.” Throughout this time, I tell Nicole, we can meet you closer; we can meet you at your house; oh? The roommate has the dog today, we can meet your roommate somewhere? No….no…..no…..no.
3:00 pm: Arrive at Truck Stop. Call Nicole; leave VM.
3:30 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
3:59 pm: Nicole calls – I JUST got out of the shower [silence on my end]. Let me throw some clothes on, head to Columbia, get the dog, and come meet you.
Me: “How long do you think that will take?”
Her: “Well, I have to leave here, drive to Columbia, get the dog, and come meet you.” (nice and vague)
4:30 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:00 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:15 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:30 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:45-8:00 pm: Called Nicole; left VM. It had now been 4 hours since she said she was leaving the house, getting the dog, and meeting us.
It is now 10:50 am on Tuesday, and we have received no text message, no phone call – nothing from Nicole explaining anything or apologizing.
Personally, I think this is the rudest person I have ever met. She could have found a phone if her cell phone died, she could have used her roommate’s, used a payphone, called the truck stop where we were waiting for her on Monday and sent a message out to us, but, instead, nothing.
Here is the breakdown (in costs) of our failed trip:
Sunday:
Gas: $19
Food: $60
Hotel: $46
Cash food: $15
Total: $140 + waiting for 10.5 hours
Monday:
1 day’s work missed: $160 (average)
Food: $57
Gas: $19
Cash Food: $2.14
Total: $238.14 + waiting on her for…..10 hours
Weekend total: $378.14 + 20.5 hours of waiting for her
Still NO dog, and, frankly, even if we wanted the dog still, she is going to have to drive the dog all the way to my home in Woodstock. Like Andrew said, we now question anything she’s told us. Does she really work for Saluda PD? Where does she live? Was there ever a dog?
We got home around 11:45 or so on Monday night, came in, took a shower, and went to bed. Poor Cash. He just shows us all the time what a wonderful boy he is. Never complaining, never being a brat – great boy on the trails at the park when other dogs approached, etc.
8:00 am: Woke up. Got dressed. Ate breakfast. Called Nicole. Headed down to Riverfront Park. Called Nicole again. Took Cash for a walk around the park/talked to Rangers.
10:30 am: Called Nicole; left VM
11:15 am: Called Nicole; left VM
11:30 am: Called Nicole; left VM
11:45 am: Called Nicole; left VM (seeing a trend?)
12:15 pm: Called Nicole; left VM
1:00 pm: Andrew gets pissed and says, “Let’s drive to Saluda” (since she supposedly works for the PD there).
2:00 pm: Arrive in Saluda (appx. 45 min from Columbia). Nicole finally calls back, “hey, I just woke up. Let me throw some clothes on, feed the dogs, and then I’ll get the dog and meet you guys off Exit 44 off I-20 at the truck stop.” Throughout this time, I tell Nicole, we can meet you closer; we can meet you at your house; oh? The roommate has the dog today, we can meet your roommate somewhere? No….no…..no…..no.
3:00 pm: Arrive at Truck Stop. Call Nicole; leave VM.
3:30 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
3:59 pm: Nicole calls – I JUST got out of the shower [silence on my end]. Let me throw some clothes on, head to Columbia, get the dog, and come meet you.
Me: “How long do you think that will take?”
Her: “Well, I have to leave here, drive to Columbia, get the dog, and come meet you.” (nice and vague)
4:30 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:00 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:15 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:30 pm: Call Nicole; leave VM.
5:45-8:00 pm: Called Nicole; left VM. It had now been 4 hours since she said she was leaving the house, getting the dog, and meeting us.
It is now 10:50 am on Tuesday, and we have received no text message, no phone call – nothing from Nicole explaining anything or apologizing.
Personally, I think this is the rudest person I have ever met. She could have found a phone if her cell phone died, she could have used her roommate’s, used a payphone, called the truck stop where we were waiting for her on Monday and sent a message out to us, but, instead, nothing.
Here is the breakdown (in costs) of our failed trip:
Sunday:
Gas: $19
Food: $60
Hotel: $46
Cash food: $15
Total: $140 + waiting for 10.5 hours
Monday:
1 day’s work missed: $160 (average)
Food: $57
Gas: $19
Cash Food: $2.14
Total: $238.14 + waiting on her for…..10 hours
Weekend total: $378.14 + 20.5 hours of waiting for her
Still NO dog, and, frankly, even if we wanted the dog still, she is going to have to drive the dog all the way to my home in Woodstock. Like Andrew said, we now question anything she’s told us. Does she really work for Saluda PD? Where does she live? Was there ever a dog?
We got home around 11:45 or so on Monday night, came in, took a shower, and went to bed. Poor Cash. He just shows us all the time what a wonderful boy he is. Never complaining, never being a brat – great boy on the trails at the park when other dogs approached, etc.
(not getting) Meeka : Part II early Mon morn
Part Two
11 pm: Call Nicole: “Your dad still isn’t here.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Well let me find out what’s going on.”
11:30 pm: We call Nicole back. No answer – lv message.
Sunday, Feb 22nd: 12:15 am: Nicole texts – can’t find her dog. Headed out to find dad and dog.
12:30 am: Nicole texts: Can’t text – driving.
1:15 am: Call Nicole. “I’m just getting my shoes on – heading out the door now.” (see above discrepancy)
2:00 am: (After several text messages and voicemails) Nicole: “I went to get up to go find the dog/dad, and I felt like a freight train hit me. I sent my roommate out who drives a faded red Tracker.” Same time….see Bronco drive past on main road (appx. ½ mile away from us) Tell her that.
2:15 am: We send message asking what we need to do.
2:30 am: Receive text from Nicole saying that she doesn’t know where dad or dog is.
I tell Andrew, forget it, we’re headed home. This is bullshit! After assessing how tired we were (thank God we brought Cash with us – who hadn’t eaten anything yet that day), we opted for a cheap hotel and to pick up the dog in the morning. On the way to the hotel, we get a phone call from Nicole talking about how she is so sorry, and that she will personally hand-deliver Meeka to us in the morning, call when we got up, and she would bring her to us. Got Cash 3 hamburgers from Waffle House – fed to him.
Cash was on high alert in the hotel room all night. Slept from 3am-8am.
11 pm: Call Nicole: “Your dad still isn’t here.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Well let me find out what’s going on.”
11:30 pm: We call Nicole back. No answer – lv message.
Sunday, Feb 22nd: 12:15 am: Nicole texts – can’t find her dog. Headed out to find dad and dog.
12:30 am: Nicole texts: Can’t text – driving.
1:15 am: Call Nicole. “I’m just getting my shoes on – heading out the door now.” (see above discrepancy)
2:00 am: (After several text messages and voicemails) Nicole: “I went to get up to go find the dog/dad, and I felt like a freight train hit me. I sent my roommate out who drives a faded red Tracker.” Same time….see Bronco drive past on main road (appx. ½ mile away from us) Tell her that.
2:15 am: We send message asking what we need to do.
2:30 am: Receive text from Nicole saying that she doesn’t know where dad or dog is.
I tell Andrew, forget it, we’re headed home. This is bullshit! After assessing how tired we were (thank God we brought Cash with us – who hadn’t eaten anything yet that day), we opted for a cheap hotel and to pick up the dog in the morning. On the way to the hotel, we get a phone call from Nicole talking about how she is so sorry, and that she will personally hand-deliver Meeka to us in the morning, call when we got up, and she would bring her to us. Got Cash 3 hamburgers from Waffle House – fed to him.
Cash was on high alert in the hotel room all night. Slept from 3am-8am.
(not getting) Meeka: Part I - Fri thru Sun night
Words cannot begin to describe the disappointment and utter distaste of what occurred this Sunday/Monday. Three parts.
Brief rundown….Andrew and I were headed to Columbia, SC to pick up Meeka, a 10 mths old female Shepherd who was being sold to us by a K-9 PD trainer/handler. The trainer/handler (we’ll call her “Nicole”), I knew in South Georgia, but I had lost contact with her around 2006 when I moved to Atlanta. I “thought” because we knew each other, things would go quickly and smoothly.
Friday, Feb. 20th: We make arrangements to come to Columbia, SC on Sunday to pick up Meeka.
Saturday, Feb 21st: We buy Meeka supplies.
Sunday, Feb. 22nd: We call Nicole at 10:30 am to tell her we’re headed out. She calls back around 11 am, and she tells me she is going over to her dad’s, but to call when we got 30 minutes away, and she would meet us with Meeka at a park. She said it would have to be quick as she had to go back to her dad’s.
3:30 pm: Arrive in Columbia. Call Nicole – leave a voicemail. Head to Finlay Park (would avoid it in the future).
4:00 pm: Decide to get a bite to eat. Send Nicole a text stating such.
4:45 pm: Done eating. Head to Riverfront Park. Send Nicole a text.
5:00 pm: Get to Riverfront Park.
6:20 pm: Done walking at Riverfront Park – decide to head back to car. Leave Nicole a VM. Tell Andrew, “well at least we KNOW this person and know she’s not going to jerk us around.”
7:00 pm: Phone call from Nicole apologizing as she had fallen asleep. Said she would be there in about an hour with the dog.
7:11 pm: Phone call from Nicole saying her dad was coming, and he drives an ’89 Bronco. Would be about an hour – hour and a half.
Brief rundown….Andrew and I were headed to Columbia, SC to pick up Meeka, a 10 mths old female Shepherd who was being sold to us by a K-9 PD trainer/handler. The trainer/handler (we’ll call her “Nicole”), I knew in South Georgia, but I had lost contact with her around 2006 when I moved to Atlanta. I “thought” because we knew each other, things would go quickly and smoothly.
Friday, Feb. 20th: We make arrangements to come to Columbia, SC on Sunday to pick up Meeka.
Saturday, Feb 21st: We buy Meeka supplies.
Sunday, Feb. 22nd: We call Nicole at 10:30 am to tell her we’re headed out. She calls back around 11 am, and she tells me she is going over to her dad’s, but to call when we got 30 minutes away, and she would meet us with Meeka at a park. She said it would have to be quick as she had to go back to her dad’s.
3:30 pm: Arrive in Columbia. Call Nicole – leave a voicemail. Head to Finlay Park (would avoid it in the future).
4:00 pm: Decide to get a bite to eat. Send Nicole a text stating such.
4:45 pm: Done eating. Head to Riverfront Park. Send Nicole a text.
5:00 pm: Get to Riverfront Park.
6:20 pm: Done walking at Riverfront Park – decide to head back to car. Leave Nicole a VM. Tell Andrew, “well at least we KNOW this person and know she’s not going to jerk us around.”
7:00 pm: Phone call from Nicole apologizing as she had fallen asleep. Said she would be there in about an hour with the dog.
7:11 pm: Phone call from Nicole saying her dad was coming, and he drives an ’89 Bronco. Would be about an hour – hour and a half.
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