Miniature Pinscher,Dachshund Mix
Size: SmallAge: AdultSex: MaleID: SSMPR #000025
Notes: Look at that face! Doesn't it just speak to you? Tag is one of the sweetest fosters we've had the pleasure of caring for. He's truly a lovebug, always happy, enjoys his favorites like sleeping under the covers, naps, or lying in someone's lap. His tail never stops wagging. Also, he acts like a puppy even though he's an adult. No one knows what caused his teeth to be larger than average or a bit of an under bite, but it causes no problems for him. All his vaccinations are current and he is neutered. Tag is HW positive and must complete his treatment before going to his forever home. Please consider this little one. He's only about 9 lbs and very short at about 8 inches.

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I would name him "Count" and he would be Buzz's
bestest friend . . .

Speaking of nervous subconsciously, I had a dream a while back that I'm thinking was a anxiety dream.

I never get the normal anxiety dreams, teeth falling out, or showing up to school or work naked . . . No I get this business:

I was riding my motorcycle down I-30 (In northern Pakistan of course) when I noticed that the road was getting worse and worse. There was some sort of construction happening. Suddenly the road ended in a corn field. There were construction workers around so I asked one of them:

"How can I get to the other side of the road?"
He said, "You can go through the field." (Duh!) "or you can go around through the village."

I decided to go through the village. Once I got to the village I realized that it was getting dark, so I decided to stop for the night. I got a hotel room (with the help of the same guy who helped me at the end of the road.). I went to my room and looked in the mirror.

I saw that my gums were swollen, very swollen. It looked like I had a golf ball or something in my mouth!
I went back down to the lobby and told (the same) guy that I needed to see a pharmacist!

He said, "Spit that thing out!"
I said, "I can't! It's my gums!"

But then I gagged because the swollen part was so big.
I turned my head and spit out a huge hunk of my swollen gums.
It was gross! But I spit two more times emitting liquid pink gums.

I was freaked out and I thought I had lost all my teeth, but when I felt for them, they were (strangely) still there.

What does it mean?
I'm a freak, that's what.

To dream that you are gagging, denotes that you are not able to express yourself in how you really feel about a situation. Alternatively, this dream may forewarn that you need to keep quiet before you put your foot in your mouth.

can't find gumms.

I was itchy last week. I just woke up on Sunday morning and everything from my lips to my toes was itchy. The more it itched, the worse it got. First I was just itchy. Then I was itchy with red bumps, then I was itchy with red bumps and scratches all over myself.

I went to the drug store and talked to the pharmacist. She told me I was having an allergic reaction. "What did you eat?" "Did you change your laundry detergent?" "Did you go outside?"

I ate asparagus and used pink shower soap.

I would have gladly blamed it all on the soap, but I didn't use it again and I was still itchy 6 days later.

Damn.

My coworker suggested I have a nervous subconscious.

Quite possible.

The Hawaiian state fish is the Humuhumunukunukuapuaa. FYI.

The Texan state fish is the Guadalupe Bass. FFYI.

A humorous aphorism attributed to E.B. White summarizes these distinctions:
To foreigners, a Yankee is an American.
To Americans, a Yankee is a Northerner.
To Easterners, a Yankee is a New Englander.
To New Englanders, a Yankee is a Vermonter.
And in Vermont, a Yankee is somebody who eats pie for breakfast.

In Japan the term yank? is used to refer to a youth subculture of bleached blondes who are generally regarded as delinquents by older generations; general slang for American is amek?.

see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yankee

Your true color is Brown!

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I thought I'd be more of a sour cream and onion kind of gal.

My coworker is Boisterous (let’s say) and high tempered (let’s say.) Some unknown (to me) incident was being discussed when I came in this morning. Apparently some faux pas was made by McDonald’s. (I’m sure she’ll never go back until tomorrow.)

Co-worker B was making suggestions about what McD’s could have done to ameliorate the situation.
Co-worker A was fuming and refusing any consolation on the matter.

CWA turned to me and said, “She had some problems with McDonald’s this morning …”
CWB turned into an angry harpy and said, “Don’t talk about me! Don’t talk about me behind my back! I hate it when people talk about me behind my back when I can hear them.”

(Okay, so in a literal sense we were talking behind her back, but in a broader sense of the phrase, can you really talk about someone “behind their back” when they can hear you?)

CWA: “Don’t be angry! I’m just saying what happened!”
CWB: “I’ll be angry if I want to be!”
CWA: “You don’t have to be so loud and angry, this is an office, and everyone can hear you.”
CWB: “I’ll be angry! I’ll be angry in this little space right here! I’ll be angry if I want to!”

This was the scene that greets me after a long and (I suspect unsuccessful) interview last night, after a disagreement with my KF, knowing that today I am the one who has to deal with all the angry customers calling to demand to know why we at this analytical lab are not in charge of the US postal service. Not to mention all the mistakes in the world that actually have anything to at all to do with us.

I couldn’t take it any more.

So I said, “OKAY!!, Nobody else wants you to be angry in this little space so stop it!”
CWB: “I am angry.”
Me: “Fine! Be angry quietly!”
CWB: “I Will!”
Me: “Good!”

So I’ve been sitting here doing lots of nothing ever since.

CWB been looking for other people to answer her questions, but I’m the only one who knows the answers, so after a few hours she gave in and asked me something.

I’m over it. She’s not.

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I found out (suddenly) last week that I am a GREAT aunt. Not just aunt, but GREAT. I would like to remind World Wide Web users that it is unseemly to poke fun at old people such as GREAT aunts, especially concerning their ages. With that in mind, I respectfully submit a photo of my GREAT nephew.

okay maybe later, I can't get it to down load

As a follow up, I wrote but didn't publish that post a few days ago. I had my second interview with MS India last night and I'm scheduled for my third interview tomorrow.

Some awkward moments in the second interview:

He says: "Okay, we're going to role play now."
I'm thinking: "Role Play?! I was not anticipating this! This is not happening! This is not happening!"
I say: "Oh, okay!"
He says: "Pretend I'm a student and if I say anything wrong, you just correct me."
"When I should call you?"
Me: "Uhhhh . . . ummm . . . Well . . . "
Him: "Should it be not be inverted?"
(That just confused me . . . Was it inverted?! No! What's happening?!)
I'm thinking: Pass! Pass! Next question!

By the end of the role playing I was getting better at it, but I pretty much sucked it up on that part of the interview.

(Imagining role plays in other interview situations . . . Okay, you're a veterinarian, and I'm a sick kitty, I come in and say "Meow, Meeeee-ow Me-ooooo!" "What do you do?"

Focus!

He asked me where I was. I said, "Arlington, TX. It's between Dallas and Ft. Worth."
He said, "Oh, sure. Go Rangers."
Me: "yeah."

He asked, "Have you heard anything about Microsoft in the news lately?"
I'm thinking: "Like I watch the news."
I say: "No, not lately."

I wonder if anyone in India is reading this right now.

Hi! I love your country!
I want a job there!
Can Buzz come?

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier.


I have an interview tomorrow night. This is my second interview with this company. To be honest I didn’t even know what I was interviewing for at the beginning of my first interview. I found this cool sounding job in India . . . Bangalore. I thought I’d feel it out. That was weeks ago. I got an email last week saying they wanted to call me for an interview.

Cool, I’m chatting with a nice sounding lady, when it finally dawns on me what I’m interviewing for. Microsoft India wants American language trainers to help their Indian (fluent in English) engineers “talk American.”

Awesome.

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier.
The Killers

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