Today I Learned a New Skill

I apologize for not posting in a while. Schoolwork has finally slowed down!

This morning I woke up and went to say hi to the rabbits as usual. I noticed Mercedes' nose was runny and as I got down to her level to pet her, I heard a quiet squeaking noise. I realized quickly that it was her breathing! Pobrasita! A wheezy runny-nosed bunny is never a good thing. I quickly called the Ridglea Animal Hospital, and they fitted Mercedes in for a 3:30 appointment.

She showed her usual sass during her exam, nipping that big Aggie vet twice. Whoops! Got his fingers too close to her choppers in the dental exam. He said that she probably had a little cold and that a round of antibiotics should do the trick. "Nurse, " he said, "fix up some [howevermany] mL needles of Penicillin." Whoa- needles plural? A shot at the office, no prob, but who is going administer the rest of those bad boys, I thought to myself.

"You'll need to give her these once a day," he answered my question. And my eyes widened. He explained the method: pull up the scruff, make a little tent of skin, get the needle close, and just pull the skin right over the needle. Job done. Then the nurse came in with the ten little neat syringes.

"I'd like you to go ahead and do this first one so I can watch," the doc said, of course. Go time! "OK! I can do this," I said aloud trying to pump myself up, trying not to give myself time to think about poking Mercedes with a needle. But, sure enough I just followed his directions and pumped the miracle medicine right under her quite tough scruff skin without even a flinch from the diva. How do you like that?

As soon as we got home she flopped down in front of the Count for grooming. He obliged, cleaning out her ears. What a good friend. Good thing he is so laid back that he doesn't mind a drama queen for a mate.

A trip to Bammy

We took a weekend trip to Alabama recently to visit old Negus family friend, Josh Payne, and to see the University of Alabama Crimson Tide football team. It was in Tuscaloosa, Al at a Bama game [coincidentally against Oklahoma] in September 2003, barely six weeks off the boat at Ellis Island, that Sam first fell in love with collegiate game of American football. The annual trip to visit Josh and the Tide in Dixie Land is a highlight of the calender. This year was a raging success. We had fun catching up with our friend, Bama won and are still unbeaten, and pulled pork sandwiches were eaten.

Sam with the statue of Wallace Wade, Bama's second national championship winning coach.

En route we stopped in Monroe, Louisiana for some delicious deep-fried only Cajun 'cuisine'. We do not know what a Pege is, but Ray has one in Monroe and it's a good time. If you go there wearing Bama gear on LSU-Bama weekend, or ever, you will get nasty looks. Your food may or may not be spat in, but you won't be able to taste it, so don't worry.

Laura with mountain of chubby goodness.

Fried shrimp, meet gravy. Yum!

The pejorative ethnic slur with which Louisianans are colloquially labelled in the south is "coonass," implying that they are all poor Cajun backwoodsmen who live off a diet of captured woodland critter. This is not always untrue. Fans of LSU football are also generally slighted for universally smelling of corn dog. This is not true, which is what makes it funny. Several Bama fans set up rope or box-based trap mechanisms baited with corn dog in order to capture unwitting coonasses. This one is actually labelled 'coonass trap' and for good measure has 'LSU' written on the dog in mustard. An unsuspecting LSU fan is about to take the bait... uh oh!

Josh, Laura and a Confederate flag in LSU colors. We also saw a U.S. flag in LSU colors being waved randomly in the middle of the street by a guy smiling at nothing. We made eye contact as we passed and he yelled: "I'm hammered" and nothing else. It was eight minutes past noon. That is basically game day in the South.


The obligatory visit to Gallettes - a shady, unmarked bar/club on the campus' main drag that had recently before our arrival had its floor cleaned by the popular hose method employed by the kinds of establishment at which one can expect to find ones shoes sticking to the floor.



As far as we could ascertain these boys genuinely believed they were Julio Jones and Greg McElroy.


Drown 'em, Tide.


The Million Dollar band 'bone section.


General aspect from the student section.

A man dressed as a Bear wearing hound's tooth pattern shorts hugging a man dressed as an Elephant. If you know about Bama this picture makes sense. If you don't, the explanation won't.