Sunday I watched the Red Sox win the ALCS and go to the World Series. A lot of people had given up on the Sox, but I never do. I just knew they were going to come back. Maybe my fond feelings for this adopted team came from my dislike for the Yankees or my watching of the Curse of the Bambino. Now it is time for them to win the World Series. I have to admit I even thought of naming my dog Max, Sox (man I wanted to name him a lot of things), but I'm sure there are way too many Sox out there. Plus I've always seen it more of a cat name. I do admit that baseball just isn't as exciting as it used to be. That helped make my Sunday better. For the celebration go here. Here is one of my favorite Nike commercials during 2004.
The Cowboys won too this weekend which was good, but it was somewhat expected so it is harder to feel really excited about it. I wasn't too happy when the game was close. I think they have a real shot this year.
I buy into the view that if you are feeling sick and think you are going to get sick, that you will get sick. At other times if you fight it and refuse to get sick, you can often times beat off the sickness. This is rare and for those of you that know me, it must not work very well since I'm commonly sick. Most of my problems stem from my allergies. The have always been my dreaded cross to bear. Recently mine have been very hard to deal with. I think it has to do with Max. Dogs don't clean themselves like cats, so he probably brings in allergens from outsides and then rolls around in my bed. I really hope I'm not allergic to dogs and I highly doubt that. My weekend was so useless because of how sick I was feeling. I wanted sympathy so bad, but I knew that talking about it would just make it worse.
I know I need to take my dog to vet, but since that might be a while, I gave him a shot on Sunday. It was a vaccine he needed and I have to give it to him again in 4 weeks. I had to mix two vials of medicine and then put the the medicine in a syringe. I decided to do it quickly, so I stabbed Max in the back of the neck, injected the medicine and then pulled out the needle. I'm glad I did it before I really had time to think about it. I was not cut out to be a vet.
Monday was another normal day of work. I heard from an old friend who lives in San Antonio now. He working for a law firm there and it was cool catching up with him. The day was really cold, maybe I was just too used to the Texas weather. A cold front just came in. Oh here is a story, so on the way to work I left at 7am and got to work at 9:30am. It is a 17 mile drive. That was not fun.
How to deal with Troubled Children. South Park is great. Cesar Milan is a famous TV dog trainer. Milan is known as The Dog Whisperer. Here Cesar is parodied in an episode of comedy central's South Park.
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