This afternoon I decided to take two of my dogs, Jo and Daisy, on a walk. (Daisy is Jo's daughter) I took them at about 3:00 because thats when the school across from my house lets out. I figured this would be a good time to expose them to something new, cars and children. Josie was fine, shes a bit of a lagger but not too much bothers her. Daisy on the other hand, well she was down right terrifyed. The street I live on is fairly narrow, 2 lanes, but the distance between the sidewalk and the road is not that huge. So, everytime a car would go by Daisy would flip out. I had both of them on tight leads and so Daisy's head would be in about the same spot but her body would flail all over the place. This happened all the way up the street until we hit the highway in which theres a large distance between sidewalk and street. Then, she was perfectly fine, walking along, tail wagging as if nothing had happened. When we turned around and went back down my street Daisy started doing the same thing all over again. This time we had a new surprise: bikes. I would step to the side and wait in the grass while the kids went by, Josie would just stare at them like "Just don't come near me." while Daisy had to flip out yet again. "Oh my god, they're going to kill me!!!!" Eventually, after passing quite a few, she started to calm down but was still obviously nervous. Then, my worst fear occured...a huge group of young kids...a giant herd plodding along so nothing dared get in their way. Once again, I pulled over to the side and, to my surprise, the dogs were fine. Josie looked at them all with her tail wagging, Daisy stared but didn't try to jump away or do anything else stupid. Most of the kids just commented on how cute they were and kept walking. Then, two little girls (maybe 7?) stopped and asked to pet them. I said sure and was just about to add that Daisy is nervous so to be gentle/calm around her, but Daisy practically jumped in her lap. She was all excited, her tail was going a mile a minute, she was licking the girl all over and jumping up to her. Josie is much calmer than that but she too went right up to the girls with her tail wagging. I was speechless. Daisy, who was terrifyed of everything suddenly liked these girls. She is never around cars and bikes like that so I could understand her fears but she isn't around little kids either, so that was what surprised me. Once we were near home, the traffic had slowed and very few kids were left so Daisy did just fine then. I think I need to start taking the dogs for a walk around 3 and just let them get used to all the new things. I dread taking the puppies, Ziggy and Rosie. They were nervous when I had them on the highway and didn't like it if cars went by too fast. I can't imagine taking them right next to all the cars with kids screaming everywhere. I'll probably traumitize them, but thats whats going to happen tomorrow! Hopefully having both of them together will help but even with Josie's calmness, Daisy wasn't helped so I don't have much hope for the other two. I'll probably be embarassed as Im coaxing these two shivering, cowering puppies down the street, but hey, if it helps them, it's worth it.
So theres the major excitement of the day. Mom is out of town so it's just me and the 6 poochinas hangin out. Pia is not doing any better. She's still happy go-lucky but the diarrhea hasn't stopped. I was impressed that I had made it so long without a mess in the house, apparently I thought too soon. While I had gone upstairs to change for the walk, Pia started to cry but I thought it was just because she couldn't hear me. I was going to come down and let everyone out which I did. But then when I went back in the bedroom to get her this horrible smell came wafting out of the bathroom. I have to give it to her though, I think she has learned what exactly a bathroom is for and so if she has to go, she goes in there. As annoying as cleaning up crap is, Im glad she does it in there where its linoleum and I can clean it up faster and easier. But why make it that easy?! No, she has to walk in it with her one foot and proceed to track it through the bedroom. That means when I find it, I have to wash her foot off, clean the bathroom floor where she crapped, then get the mop and wash the rest of the bedroom floor where she might have walked! It's a pain in the ass really. We thought she would have been through with this by now but even the Vet is not sure why shes still having diarrhea. Lovely isn't it? *gag* So, she is spending some quality time in her crate till I decide to let her out again. As for the rest of the dogs, it's nap time, and relaxation time for me!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Gifts Galore!
Well, mom and I were supposed to go see my Grandmother yesterday afternoon. We got talking on something random and missed the turnpike. So then we're heading off in a completely opposite direction. Mom decided we should just head up to the mall again b/c it would take just as long to turn around as it would to continue onward. We went with the idea to buy clothes for the 3 young girls in Sweden. My mom has friends over there, Camilla and Anders. They have 3 little girls (I haven't met the daughters yet) named Emma, Eilien, and Erika. They love glitzy clothes and everything American because it's just different. So we went into Limited Too, a high fashion (and high priced) young kids shop. It was all the rage when I was in grade school and by the looks of it, it's still all the rage now. We got 3 tshirts that all have glittery, english things on it. They were cute and relatively inexpensive. We also got 2 dangly necklaces with glittery stars or hearts on it. The one girl, Emma maybe, has a birthday coming up in a couple months. We got her a cute black and white shirt with rhinestones on it. Its kind of long so its meant to be worn with like leggings. We then got her a set of white and black glitzy bangles to match. That was fun, I love shopping for other people, especially kids. The salesladies there were very nice but driving me crazy. Anytime I'd be browsing, one of them would have to come up and ask if I was finding everything or if I needed help. Id say thanks, Im ok. I'd move to another part of the store only to have another lady come up and ask if I was finding everything or needed help. I must have gotten asked that like 4 or 5 times. So, when we were ringing everything up we were told if we spent like 2 more dollars we could ger 25% off. So I got this little lipgloss set for 5 bucks. It has 4 little glosses in it, that way each can have one and they can fight over the last. :)
As we were walking down the aisles there was a kiosk standing there with all of these shawls and jewelry pieces. Well, my mom loves shawls and I love jewelry so naturally, we gravitated towards it. Mom found this gorgeous hand made, gold shawl. The guy that was helping us was actually an Indian guy from Bombay. He was very nice, he even let us take the shawl to see if it would match the dress mom had bought previously. Mom offered to leave her drivers liscence with him so he would know we would come back. He said no, that was fine, he trusted we would come back. Well, it didn't match but it was too nice to pass up so Mom bought it anyway. I found this silver bracelet/cuff type thing with rhinestones on it. I love diamonds but really I love anything sparkly and glitzy...much cheaper than diamonds. :) He told me it was 25 dollars but he would give it to me for 20. I said deal and we got our receipt and prepared to leave. He then stopped me and said he had something for me, a gift. He handed me this tiny ring with red beads on it. It's inexpensive but I thought the jesture was very sweet. I said thank you and he said it was his pleasure and he hoped we would come back to him in the future. Mom kept teasing me afterwards and said I could get anything with my boobs. lol I think maybe I should try this in some higher priced stores...maybe Id get something good. Im awful I know...
We then went to my Grandmothers place, she lives in a nursing home. When we got there she was sitting in her wheelchair in the central area. She was pulling herself around the room with this sort of distressed look on her face. Mom and I went up to her to ask how she was doing. She didn't seem to happy. I left to go hang up her clean laundry that we had just done and when I came back Mom was gone. I asked Gram where she was and she just said she had to go make a phone call. She then proceeded to pull herself down the small hall towards the door. I asked where she was going. She said she had to go get her bills payed, they might be late otherwise. (She hasn't payed bills in years, my mom has been doing that because Gram's mind really isn't all there.) I told her that we had her bills taken care of and she didn't have to worry about it, mom did all that. She got sort of flustered with that and said, "No, she does not have to pay my bills. I dont want her to pay my bills. I can do that on my own." She wouldn't hear otherwise and tried to push the door open. The building is set so the main door into the heart of the building is locked and theres a code you use to open it. That way, none of the old people (like my Gram) can decide to just head out of there and do who knows what. Well, the door won't open unless you punch the code in. Obviously, it didn't open and Gram looked sort of irritated. Poor thing, she doesn't have a clue. Her son actually called (hes an ass) so she seemed happy to hear from him and forgot about all the errands she thought she had to run.
As we were walking down the aisles there was a kiosk standing there with all of these shawls and jewelry pieces. Well, my mom loves shawls and I love jewelry so naturally, we gravitated towards it. Mom found this gorgeous hand made, gold shawl. The guy that was helping us was actually an Indian guy from Bombay. He was very nice, he even let us take the shawl to see if it would match the dress mom had bought previously. Mom offered to leave her drivers liscence with him so he would know we would come back. He said no, that was fine, he trusted we would come back. Well, it didn't match but it was too nice to pass up so Mom bought it anyway. I found this silver bracelet/cuff type thing with rhinestones on it. I love diamonds but really I love anything sparkly and glitzy...much cheaper than diamonds. :) He told me it was 25 dollars but he would give it to me for 20. I said deal and we got our receipt and prepared to leave. He then stopped me and said he had something for me, a gift. He handed me this tiny ring with red beads on it. It's inexpensive but I thought the jesture was very sweet. I said thank you and he said it was his pleasure and he hoped we would come back to him in the future. Mom kept teasing me afterwards and said I could get anything with my boobs. lol I think maybe I should try this in some higher priced stores...maybe Id get something good. Im awful I know...
We then went to my Grandmothers place, she lives in a nursing home. When we got there she was sitting in her wheelchair in the central area. She was pulling herself around the room with this sort of distressed look on her face. Mom and I went up to her to ask how she was doing. She didn't seem to happy. I left to go hang up her clean laundry that we had just done and when I came back Mom was gone. I asked Gram where she was and she just said she had to go make a phone call. She then proceeded to pull herself down the small hall towards the door. I asked where she was going. She said she had to go get her bills payed, they might be late otherwise. (She hasn't payed bills in years, my mom has been doing that because Gram's mind really isn't all there.) I told her that we had her bills taken care of and she didn't have to worry about it, mom did all that. She got sort of flustered with that and said, "No, she does not have to pay my bills. I dont want her to pay my bills. I can do that on my own." She wouldn't hear otherwise and tried to push the door open. The building is set so the main door into the heart of the building is locked and theres a code you use to open it. That way, none of the old people (like my Gram) can decide to just head out of there and do who knows what. Well, the door won't open unless you punch the code in. Obviously, it didn't open and Gram looked sort of irritated. Poor thing, she doesn't have a clue. Her son actually called (hes an ass) so she seemed happy to hear from him and forgot about all the errands she thought she had to run.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Shopping for dresses, jewelry, guys, and....DIAMONDS!!!!!
I have had a rather interesting day. Church this morning wasn't freezing as usual so, of course, this happened to be the day I planned on freezing and thus wore a long skirt and sweater. Well, it was just a cover sweater really, I had on a white tank but it wasn't something appropriate that I could leave my sweater off. So, I just sat there and roasted. A guest speaker was there, he had some good things to say but couldn't seem to get them out. He had a lot of pauses as well as the dreaded "and" that is repeated countless times in a row. Once he got past that though he was decent. I have to say though, his ending prayer went on for an eternity. There are only so many ways you can say one thing...he said it every possible way...and then some. I was standing there thinking, is he ever gonna be done? That was interesting...I guess.
Mom and I then went to Kenwood for shopping. It's about a 45 minute drive from our house. My mom had a dress that was being held at a store up there. We got that and the great jewelry debate began as to what necklace and shoes would suit it best. I was better with the jewelry than the 2 sales ladies but eventually decided to go elsewhere and look for better prices. We did, my mom actually found a necklace for the same price but which she liked better. I was having horrible neck problems. Cramping, spasms, you name it, I had it. I finally just had to sit on the floor and hold my neck muscle so it couldn't move. Of course it looked funny as Im walking holding my neck on one side and not being able to look over my right side without turning my whole body. I got a few strange looks but I didn't care, I was in too much pain. Id rather look strange then try to look normal while screaming in pain...I figured it was the better option. :)
The highlight of my day (or one of I guess) was the jewelry store. Oh this is not just any jewelry store, this is Roger's. It has AMAZING diamonds, crystals, precious/semi-precious stones. The diamonds are gorgeous. In case you haven't noticed, I LOVE diamonds. Diamonds are always a girl's best friend...did I mention I love diamonds? In case you missed it, I love diamonds. This would be like the most amazing job while in college or something, not as a living. I could sit and work with diamonds while convincing other people to spend thousands on the pieces I most love. Mom and I were actually looking at engagement rings just for the hell of it. Those are always the most gorgeous so hey, why shouldn't we look? Mom found one that is absolutley stunning. Words can't even describe it. It's like a double band with a large diamond on the top surrounded by smaller diamonds...everywhere. It's something you really have to see to understand. It was stunning. We got it priced to see...it was about 17,000 dollars. That was reasonable too...I just about fainted. The one lady was telling us that she has a diamond ring picked out for her daughter that shes going to give her when shes 16. (shes 14 now?) It's funny because she has the same tradition as my family does. Girls get their birth stone at 13 and their diamond ring at 16. We never have enough boys to start a tradition with them. I think I'm going to start one though. I have my money set that my sister is going to have a boy one day...I just know it. So the lady cleaned my diamond ring for me...gorgeous as always. :)
So as the shopping finished, my neck was dying, and mom got me to call Dr. Hogue. I gave him a call and he answered. Now, Sunday is typically his day off but, God bless him, he agreed to let me come in. Yesterday when I went in I was literally crying because my neck hurt so bad, I couldn't move it at all. So today was better and he said he was going to be doing paperwork so to come on in. He adjusted everything and now I can turn my head with far less pain. I still can't lift my head without supporting my neck with my hand and I can't completely turn it without support, but I can at least move it. I found out he is a HUGE Ohio State fan and would die if I could get tickets for him for a game. I told him I'd see what I can do, still havent gotten a reply from the people I contacted... He also told us that he and the girlfriend are split. The first thought that popped into both our heads was "Ariel!!". She is my sister. 5'3, curly blonde hair, green eyes, about 115 lbs, incredibly intelligent (she just had an internship with NASA), independent, 26 years old, and overall just fun to be around. I tell you what, shes got the whole package. (we look nothing alike...at all...people barely put us at cousins lol) The doc is 30, very good looking. Tall, kind of a strawberry-blonde hair, very intelligent, independent, enjoys working out (as does my sister), and has a great sense of humour. Mom and I agree, they would be adorable together. We, oh so casually, mentioned her to him. He seemed somewhat interested, not really sure. We've already decided that Ariel has to take me in one day and I'll introduce them...never know... :) I know, I know, we're both sad, devious little people. However, it takes a certain kind of man to handle Ariel, not that thats bad. Usually she just goes right over most guy's heads. Shes gorgeous but many forget shes practically a genius. So that was fun, Ariel says she might be interested, the Doc is hard to tell, and my mom is rooting for a decent son-in-law from one of us. I told Ariel it better be her first...she just looked at me with this terrified look. Oh my family is fun... hehe
Mom and I then went to Kenwood for shopping. It's about a 45 minute drive from our house. My mom had a dress that was being held at a store up there. We got that and the great jewelry debate began as to what necklace and shoes would suit it best. I was better with the jewelry than the 2 sales ladies but eventually decided to go elsewhere and look for better prices. We did, my mom actually found a necklace for the same price but which she liked better. I was having horrible neck problems. Cramping, spasms, you name it, I had it. I finally just had to sit on the floor and hold my neck muscle so it couldn't move. Of course it looked funny as Im walking holding my neck on one side and not being able to look over my right side without turning my whole body. I got a few strange looks but I didn't care, I was in too much pain. Id rather look strange then try to look normal while screaming in pain...I figured it was the better option. :)
The highlight of my day (or one of I guess) was the jewelry store. Oh this is not just any jewelry store, this is Roger's. It has AMAZING diamonds, crystals, precious/semi-precious stones. The diamonds are gorgeous. In case you haven't noticed, I LOVE diamonds. Diamonds are always a girl's best friend...did I mention I love diamonds? In case you missed it, I love diamonds. This would be like the most amazing job while in college or something, not as a living. I could sit and work with diamonds while convincing other people to spend thousands on the pieces I most love. Mom and I were actually looking at engagement rings just for the hell of it. Those are always the most gorgeous so hey, why shouldn't we look? Mom found one that is absolutley stunning. Words can't even describe it. It's like a double band with a large diamond on the top surrounded by smaller diamonds...everywhere. It's something you really have to see to understand. It was stunning. We got it priced to see...it was about 17,000 dollars. That was reasonable too...I just about fainted. The one lady was telling us that she has a diamond ring picked out for her daughter that shes going to give her when shes 16. (shes 14 now?) It's funny because she has the same tradition as my family does. Girls get their birth stone at 13 and their diamond ring at 16. We never have enough boys to start a tradition with them. I think I'm going to start one though. I have my money set that my sister is going to have a boy one day...I just know it. So the lady cleaned my diamond ring for me...gorgeous as always. :)
So as the shopping finished, my neck was dying, and mom got me to call Dr. Hogue. I gave him a call and he answered. Now, Sunday is typically his day off but, God bless him, he agreed to let me come in. Yesterday when I went in I was literally crying because my neck hurt so bad, I couldn't move it at all. So today was better and he said he was going to be doing paperwork so to come on in. He adjusted everything and now I can turn my head with far less pain. I still can't lift my head without supporting my neck with my hand and I can't completely turn it without support, but I can at least move it. I found out he is a HUGE Ohio State fan and would die if I could get tickets for him for a game. I told him I'd see what I can do, still havent gotten a reply from the people I contacted... He also told us that he and the girlfriend are split. The first thought that popped into both our heads was "Ariel!!". She is my sister. 5'3, curly blonde hair, green eyes, about 115 lbs, incredibly intelligent (she just had an internship with NASA), independent, 26 years old, and overall just fun to be around. I tell you what, shes got the whole package. (we look nothing alike...at all...people barely put us at cousins lol) The doc is 30, very good looking. Tall, kind of a strawberry-blonde hair, very intelligent, independent, enjoys working out (as does my sister), and has a great sense of humour. Mom and I agree, they would be adorable together. We, oh so casually, mentioned her to him. He seemed somewhat interested, not really sure. We've already decided that Ariel has to take me in one day and I'll introduce them...never know... :) I know, I know, we're both sad, devious little people. However, it takes a certain kind of man to handle Ariel, not that thats bad. Usually she just goes right over most guy's heads. Shes gorgeous but many forget shes practically a genius. So that was fun, Ariel says she might be interested, the Doc is hard to tell, and my mom is rooting for a decent son-in-law from one of us. I told Ariel it better be her first...she just looked at me with this terrified look. Oh my family is fun... hehe
Friday, August 11, 2006
Just Another One of Those Days
Ever just have one of those days where you make a complete fool of yourself? I definitly have. Actually, I think I particularly enjoy having them because I have so many. I think perhaps one of my biggest problems is that I'm too trusting. Granted, if I meet someone and right off they act like a jerk then I don't trust them as far as I can throw them. However, if the person seems decent then I don't have a problem. So how is it that every time, it seems to come back and bite me in the ass?
So now, when I look back on these scenarios I just think, "How did I not see this coming?" Well, actually I did see them coming, most of them anyway. I still sit there though and say "no" and decide to give people the benefit of a doubt. I have to get slapped upside the head before I accept that. I've done it so many times you'd think I'd learn. Really, it's not even with just me, a lot of my family is like that...maybe it's hereditary. lol
I used to think my biggest obstacle was my temper. Anyone who knows me can attest to that. However, I think another big problem (not quite on the same level but close enough) is that I am too trusting. Then, when that trust is broken, I get overly pissed off that I even allowed that person close enough other than to know my name. Sad, isn't it? That's why I think my temper still rules the day, I stay upset for a very short time while I stay pissed off for a very, very long time. So, thats why I generally accept blame for other peoples irritations. It's like seeing a steam roller coming straight for you and saying, "No, it's not going to hit me, it'll stop." So when the steam roller hits you, you can't blame the steam roller, you saw it coming and did nothing. Thats just what I do and thats why I say it's really my own damn fault. The way I treat people, and the way other people treat others are often different. I see the truth and think I'm just being judgemental when I really knew it all along. If other people were to see what I see, they would turn tail and run while I stand there and question it. So theres my bit of psychological analysis on myself.
It's amazing how these little tidbits can help you figure out so much not only with yourself but with other people. It's like having your own little shrink in your head. lol And who knows you better than...you?
So now, when I look back on these scenarios I just think, "How did I not see this coming?" Well, actually I did see them coming, most of them anyway. I still sit there though and say "no" and decide to give people the benefit of a doubt. I have to get slapped upside the head before I accept that. I've done it so many times you'd think I'd learn. Really, it's not even with just me, a lot of my family is like that...maybe it's hereditary. lol
I used to think my biggest obstacle was my temper. Anyone who knows me can attest to that. However, I think another big problem (not quite on the same level but close enough) is that I am too trusting. Then, when that trust is broken, I get overly pissed off that I even allowed that person close enough other than to know my name. Sad, isn't it? That's why I think my temper still rules the day, I stay upset for a very short time while I stay pissed off for a very, very long time. So, thats why I generally accept blame for other peoples irritations. It's like seeing a steam roller coming straight for you and saying, "No, it's not going to hit me, it'll stop." So when the steam roller hits you, you can't blame the steam roller, you saw it coming and did nothing. Thats just what I do and thats why I say it's really my own damn fault. The way I treat people, and the way other people treat others are often different. I see the truth and think I'm just being judgemental when I really knew it all along. If other people were to see what I see, they would turn tail and run while I stand there and question it. So theres my bit of psychological analysis on myself.
It's amazing how these little tidbits can help you figure out so much not only with yourself but with other people. It's like having your own little shrink in your head. lol And who knows you better than...you?
Friday, August 04, 2006
Ouch
So my newest friend of the summer is Dr. Hogue (hope I spelled that right). He's my chiropracter, aka: the new guy I pay to cause me pain. I get headaches and lower back pains quite often. I've always attributed them to ungodly amounts of stress and the loads of exercise I've been doing lately. He asked me how many I would generally get. I told him 2 or 3 a week during the school year and like one every other week at home. He kind of laughed and asked me how many I thought the average person got. I said maybe like 3 a month. He just smiled and said, "Try 3 or 4...a year." "Huh," I said, "I definitly have a problem." He just smiled and said, "yes you do and we're going to fix that." Oh joy.
My mom first took me in just to see what was wrong, not really having intentions of making me his newest client. He took x-rays which I just got to see today. Apparently I have a very flat back with minimal curve. That puts a lot of presure on one side of my body so I lean to one side which throws my back muscles into a frenzy. My headaches can also be attributed to my neck. It doesn't come up straight like it should. It sort of bends forward which throws the neck and upper back out of proportion. So mainly, my spine is a mess. (though Im lucky enough I can still walk and do everything else) He said it's ok because I'm young and caught it early enough before it did serious damage.
So now is when the real fun begins. They start out by putting 2 weird patches on my lower back which has like electrical pulses that are supposed to stimulate the muscles and help them relax. I had it on a low setting and it still felt like I had needles being shoved into my back over and over for a little less than 20 minutes. Not fun, definitly not fun. He then takes me in and proceedes to try and break my neck. He really is very gentle, very nice, and very accomplished. So I don't think I would be as comfortable anywhere else but damn, it hurts. He cracked my neck so hard that it got every single vertebra in my neck to the base of my skull. I swear I could have cried and I NEVER cry. I just kind of groaned and said, wow that really hurt. He did some work on my back but thats piddly, I do that on my own. My mom gets on my because I can crack every joint in my body. Grosses her out, makes me feel better. The only thing with my neck is that I can do the lower part but I can't crack the top portion. I tease mom and say I should drop the arabic and become a chiropracter. I like looking at x-rays, can read them fairly well, know how to crack just about anything (granted on myself so I'd have to learn the proper techniques for doing it on other people) and I like making money which chiros certainly have plenty of. However, that means one year of slaving over a rediculous language is lost AND I would have to pay for med school and everything else. So I stick with what I have and claim to be an excellent chiropracter...on myself.
My mom first took me in just to see what was wrong, not really having intentions of making me his newest client. He took x-rays which I just got to see today. Apparently I have a very flat back with minimal curve. That puts a lot of presure on one side of my body so I lean to one side which throws my back muscles into a frenzy. My headaches can also be attributed to my neck. It doesn't come up straight like it should. It sort of bends forward which throws the neck and upper back out of proportion. So mainly, my spine is a mess. (though Im lucky enough I can still walk and do everything else) He said it's ok because I'm young and caught it early enough before it did serious damage.
So now is when the real fun begins. They start out by putting 2 weird patches on my lower back which has like electrical pulses that are supposed to stimulate the muscles and help them relax. I had it on a low setting and it still felt like I had needles being shoved into my back over and over for a little less than 20 minutes. Not fun, definitly not fun. He then takes me in and proceedes to try and break my neck. He really is very gentle, very nice, and very accomplished. So I don't think I would be as comfortable anywhere else but damn, it hurts. He cracked my neck so hard that it got every single vertebra in my neck to the base of my skull. I swear I could have cried and I NEVER cry. I just kind of groaned and said, wow that really hurt. He did some work on my back but thats piddly, I do that on my own. My mom gets on my because I can crack every joint in my body. Grosses her out, makes me feel better. The only thing with my neck is that I can do the lower part but I can't crack the top portion. I tease mom and say I should drop the arabic and become a chiropracter. I like looking at x-rays, can read them fairly well, know how to crack just about anything (granted on myself so I'd have to learn the proper techniques for doing it on other people) and I like making money which chiros certainly have plenty of. However, that means one year of slaving over a rediculous language is lost AND I would have to pay for med school and everything else. So I stick with what I have and claim to be an excellent chiropracter...on myself.
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