It did, somewhat. Large dogs (this was a retired police German Shepherd that attacked me) that I don't know and act aggressively get an instinctive reaction from me that, unfortunately, has been known to become a feedback loop: it scares me, I get more scared, it gets MORE aggressive, I get MORE scared, etc.
However, I LOVE dogs that like me. LOVE THEM. My mom has 2, my sister has 1, most of my friends have dogs. I can play kinda rough with the rougher ones, too - it's just strangers that make me get all twitchy.
Yikes on the dogbites!
My friend Claudine was attacked by a pit bull when she was a toddler and it took more than 280 stitches to fix her face. The doctor did a great job so that the scar was just a line rather than something that pulled her face askew (she was still quite pretty). They had a reunion when she was in college and he admired his handiwork.
We kept playing until we realized that a piano key was embedded in my forehead.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
That's really fucked up (and kind of cool).
Did you put the key back in the Piano? Imagine all the conversations you could have:
"Let me play a song for you that starts on middle C - the key that WAS IMBEDDED IN MY SKULL!!!"
Ow. Did chest presses thingy exercise sloow tonight. Holding for 3 count. Can't lift arms. Makes walking on crutches interesting. Thankfully no piano keys lodged in me. Ow.
Sigh. It's kind of been a rough week in former classmate news. Last weekend I learned that one of my classmates - former choir member, sweetest, most unassuming guy got heavily into hardcore drugs after high school (cocaine) and while under the influence, with another person, killed a 71 year old man and burgled the man's house for money to get a fix. I am horrified and disgusted and hurt and feel sick to my stomach for the 71 year old's family, and I never thought I would ever feel sympathy for someone who could do something so horrific, and yet ... I want to cry at his downfall. There were a lot of folks about whom this news wouldn't have surprised me. The fact that it was this person has been making me physically ill.
Then tonight, I learned that a guy I had known since kindergarten and grew up in my neighborhood was stabbed to death by his girlfriend's ex while I was in Minneapolis. Sometimes, the world is not very fair to the freaking extreme.
These [link] are miraculous for burns and worth every penny. I discovered them the time I spilled boiling water on my foot. That was my third major boiling water burn. I keep hoping to find a way to make money from bandage testing.
Last night, I infused some olive oil with lemon zest. Tonight, I strained the oil into a bottle, then diced up some of the zest. I sauteed it with onions, garlic, butter, parsley and some shrimp, then tossed in some pasta, a squeeze of lemon juice. I added some grated parmesan and mmmmmmmmmm. Lemon shrimp pasta. simple and fab
