Thirteen

The “dick” in “Moby Dick” gets censored by the Dear Diary on the Most Recent Updates List? Sheesh.

Another day, another can of worms for this bird. This is definitely not my idea of a balanced, steady diet. I got some information yesterday on one of the situations that had developed between my company and a veterinarian we call in to do outside work. Frankly, the field report read as though he’d made…

I know they’re over, but the feel of “holiday” still lingers. The little white lights in the snow and ice still give me the warm fuzzies. The cats in their Christmas collars still look too adorable to put back into their everyday harness. I still like turning on my Christmas tree at night and watching…

May fifth came and went, and I neglected to mention it was my second anniversary on Dear Diary. It seems so strange now to go back and read some of those earliest entries on the Salamander diary. I was absolutely clueless where I’d be two years hence, when the pressures on my life would take…

I want a Christmas tree. I suspect I want one extra badly because it turns out I honestly shouldn’t get it. I can’t afford it. I’ve seen several fake trees I like, and most are triple digits. I thought maybe I could budget $40 for a nice, smallish tree. Forty bucks won’t even buy me…

“If a cat spoke, it would say things like, ‘Hey, I don’t see the problem here’.” ~ Roy Blount,Jr. Oh gads, what a day it has been so far. We ran into a problem here at work, which was totally our own fault. The substitute for my regular government contact who oversees our procedures and…