It was a pretty nice day out today, cooler than it has been, so I figured it was a good time to grab the leash and take Diesel for a walk. I threw on a light weight sweatshirt and queued up some Jack Johnson on the iPod and hit the trail.
About an hour into our walk as we were on the last leg home, Diesel and I came across a scared, wet, little dog just trotting along the side walk. I stopped and checked the poor things tags and was baffled to find out she was from Bloomfield Hills, she was a bit far from home. I called the number on the tag, but got an answering machine. Soon as I had left my number, wouldn't you know the battery on my cell went dead. Not knowing what to do with our new friend Lillie, I hooked her to Diesel's leash and started heading towards home.
I came across a woman mowing her lawn so I stopped to ask if she recognized the dog. Being a dog lover herself she came over and immediately started to help. She called the number on Lillie's tag too, and left a new message. She went inside to get a bowl of water and figured it would help to do a reverse look-up on the phone number and maybe see if she could find an address. Sure enough, there was an address listed in Bloomfield. She got the MapQuest directions and tried calling again.
After considering it for a bit, my new friend Dawn and I decided to take a drive over to the house to see if we could deliver Lillie back to her owners or at least to a neighbor. So, Dawn, her daughter and I dropped Diesel off home and we headed all the way to 16 and Lahser. And across Woodward!
When we got to Lillie's home, there was no one there. Dawn went across the street and the couple who lived there informed us that Lillie's owner was a single, elderly lady, who was in poor health. The fact that we had found little Lillie so far from home and so late at night really concerned them. The nice gentleman from across the street came by with a flash light to see if the lady was home and had maybe fallen or become ill. Meanwhile, his wife called the police.
The police came and they couldn't find any signs that she was at home, but they new the resident to be elderly and of ill health so they were concerned as well. Somehow or another the neighbor got a hold of the lady's nephew and he advised us that she had been out looking for the dog earlier in the evening. She had taken Lillie to the groomer and she had gotten away.
The police thanked us for returning Lillie, and they took possession of her until the nephew could come over or until he could reach his aunt.
In the end, I made a new friend, Lillie found her way home, and it sounded like the elderly lady was okay after all. It was definitely more of an adventure than I thought I'd have.
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Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Army of Ants
As it began to warm up in Michigan, Mikey and I started to notice a few unwelcome house guests. Carpenter ants. Mikey, who is now in the arborist business, knew exactly what that meant. The ants were being attracted to a few trees in our yard that were showing some signs of rot. As plant life dies, it releases pheromones that attract natures little helpers to assist in a speedy break down of nutrients.
One night as I was preparing the coffee maker for the next morning, there were quite a few ants in the trashcan. I disposed of a few of them, but little did I know, one brave little ant set out on a suicide mission right up my leg and bit me! What a site it had to be. A chubby, pale girl throwing off her pants, jumping around yelling, "He bit me! That little bastard bit me!"
From the living room I hear my oh so sarcastic boyfriend comment, "You know, ants are one of the most venomous creatures on Earth. That is if you are bit by a thousand of them." Not helping dear!
Mikey then set out with a vengeance on a well deceased cherry tree in the back, and on the poorly pruned crab apple tree out front. Sure enough, that crab apple tree was just filled from the inside out with ants. Mikey quickly sealed it up and rushed it off to the brush dump. No more ants, or so we thought...
About a week later we noticed the ants here and there in the kitchen again, so Mikey went out and bought some of that granular ant poison and secured the perimeter. No more ants.
Until the other night that is. As I was diligently packing my lunch for the next day, I pull the garbage can out from under the sink and from it a brigade of ants come marching out and aligning them for another attack! I promptly ran the entire bag out to the trash! "Mikey! Their back!"
And then again last night, as I am making my lunch. Ants all over the place, and I am chasing them down with one of Mikey's shoes trying to kill them all before again, rushing the 100% biodegradable white trash bag out to the curb, cursing at their little snowman shaped silhouette!
And after squirming around trying to sleep with the thought of those little creeps, I am officially declaring war!
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One night as I was preparing the coffee maker for the next morning, there were quite a few ants in the trashcan. I disposed of a few of them, but little did I know, one brave little ant set out on a suicide mission right up my leg and bit me! What a site it had to be. A chubby, pale girl throwing off her pants, jumping around yelling, "He bit me! That little bastard bit me!"
From the living room I hear my oh so sarcastic boyfriend comment, "You know, ants are one of the most venomous creatures on Earth. That is if you are bit by a thousand of them." Not helping dear!
Mikey then set out with a vengeance on a well deceased cherry tree in the back, and on the poorly pruned crab apple tree out front. Sure enough, that crab apple tree was just filled from the inside out with ants. Mikey quickly sealed it up and rushed it off to the brush dump. No more ants, or so we thought...
About a week later we noticed the ants here and there in the kitchen again, so Mikey went out and bought some of that granular ant poison and secured the perimeter. No more ants.
Until the other night that is. As I was diligently packing my lunch for the next day, I pull the garbage can out from under the sink and from it a brigade of ants come marching out and aligning them for another attack! I promptly ran the entire bag out to the trash! "Mikey! Their back!"
And then again last night, as I am making my lunch. Ants all over the place, and I am chasing them down with one of Mikey's shoes trying to kill them all before again, rushing the 100% biodegradable white trash bag out to the curb, cursing at their little snowman shaped silhouette!
And after squirming around trying to sleep with the thought of those little creeps, I am officially declaring war!
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Bell's Amber Ale
Ian gifted to me a six-pack of Bell's Amber Ale for my graduation. As I had already begun to get quite wasted that night, I decided to wait for a better opportunity to share them. The beer was great, it was unfortunate though, the events that brought Ian and I together for the tasting.
Otherwise in a delightful mood, I managed to upset one of my bestest friends. Things were said that probably shouldn't have been and my loaded tongue got the best of me. To quote The Secret Language of Birthdays, "It is crucial that they recognize how influential and powerful they can be, since many operate almost entirely on an unconscious level, unaware of how they are impacting on others." It is with this that I do tend to get myself into trouble more often than I ever try to. I don't know why I feel such an overwhelming need to help my friends, but I do. And if that wasn't the worst of it, I also managed to get pwned by my own Real Detroit Weekly horoscope. More often than not, that horoscope is freakishly dead on.
Any how, back to the beer. After such a rotten ending to the work day, I got the most pleasant invite to come over for beers the following night. That little invite made me smile when I really did need it the most. The following day, Ian and I enjoyed those beers, while playing washers and enjoying the hot summer sun. I managed to get more of a buzz than I really wanted too that night, but it was nice to get my mind off things for a while.
As for what I am going to do about said friend, I still do not know. I have spent the last week going over in my head what I am going to say, but it just doesn't seem like the right words are out there. It'll work out I am sure.
Remaining Beers on the To Drink List:
Bell's Brewery Inc.: Cherry Stout and Two-Hearted Ale
Founder's Brewing Co.: Breakfast Stout
Jolly Pumpkin Artisin Ales: Bam Biere, La Roja and Oro de Calabaza
New Holland Brewing Co: Mad Hatter and The Poet
Otherwise in a delightful mood, I managed to upset one of my bestest friends. Things were said that probably shouldn't have been and my loaded tongue got the best of me. To quote The Secret Language of Birthdays, "It is crucial that they recognize how influential and powerful they can be, since many operate almost entirely on an unconscious level, unaware of how they are impacting on others." It is with this that I do tend to get myself into trouble more often than I ever try to. I don't know why I feel such an overwhelming need to help my friends, but I do. And if that wasn't the worst of it, I also managed to get pwned by my own Real Detroit Weekly horoscope. More often than not, that horoscope is freakishly dead on.
Any how, back to the beer. After such a rotten ending to the work day, I got the most pleasant invite to come over for beers the following night. That little invite made me smile when I really did need it the most. The following day, Ian and I enjoyed those beers, while playing washers and enjoying the hot summer sun. I managed to get more of a buzz than I really wanted too that night, but it was nice to get my mind off things for a while.
As for what I am going to do about said friend, I still do not know. I have spent the last week going over in my head what I am going to say, but it just doesn't seem like the right words are out there. It'll work out I am sure.
Remaining Beers on the To Drink List:
Bell's Brewery Inc.: Cherry Stout and Two-Hearted Ale
Founder's Brewing Co.: Breakfast Stout
Jolly Pumpkin Artisin Ales: Bam Biere, La Roja and Oro de Calabaza
New Holland Brewing Co: Mad Hatter and The Poet
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