March 6, 2013
February 23, 2013
May I take this opportunity to once again offer my most humble and heart felt apologies to Ms. Passwater for mistreating and disrespecting her name.
-The smart-ass from Mrs. Jones’ 6th grade class, Mt. Healthy Elementary School, 1981
February 20, 2013
So Emo may not have really needed a Rehabilitator, but many other wild animals do. If you ever come across an injured animal, don’t ever try to keep it and care for it yourself. It’s just downright BAD juju.
Instead, the Ohio Wildlife Rehabilitators Association has an amazing site that lists Rehabbers by State and what licensing they each hold. That way? You can find one close to you that’s qualified to help out.
Unless, of course, it’s a squirrel wearing black lipstick and a dog collar. In which case, it’s probably best to just walk away…
PS A special thanks to Kathy Hershey at Utopia Wildlife Rehabilitators for being a good sport and helping out with contact info. You ROCK!
February 15, 2013
This one really did happen. OK, minus the fire-bug issues and the four letter words. Oh, and the Psychiatrist calling me a dumbass. (At least openly.)
When I was in 8th grade I was lucky enough to undergo my first Psychological Evaluation. The day before the appointment, my Dad suggested that if the Doc asked me to tell him about my childhood, I should fire back, “Why? Didn’t you have one of your own?”
I was kinda bummed when the stereotypical question wasn’t asked, so…I did exactly what Emo did.
And the documented proof of the smart-ass was born!