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By HB, June 28, 2008 7:35 pm

Last night I found a baby skunk on my road.  He couldn’t walk, but he wasn’t bleeding and he was still very much alive.  I wasn’t sure what to do, since it was midnight and I couldn’t call anyone.  So I googled “injured skunk”.

The internet told me to check and see if the skunk was really orphaned or injured (check), then put on gloves and pick it up, holding the tail end away from me (check), and contact a wildife rehabilitation organization.  So I put him in a laundry basket and this morning, I was able to connect with Sierra Wildlife Rescue.  I left a message, and a nice lady called me back.  She asked if I could meet her in Coloma, since she lives in Georgetown… so I put the little baby in the back of the Subaru, and I met her in Coloma. She took the little baby skunk and gave him some painkillers and fluids, and put him in a little carrier with a warming blanket so she could take him back to her house.

Apparently, she’s a volunteer, and she takes injured baby skunks and keeps them, feeds them, rehabilitates them, and then releases them back into the wild.  I hope my little skunk is okay.  I feel like I have a new family member. She told me she would email me with pictures, if “the outcome is good”. So I’m crossing my fingers…

I think I’ll call him Oscar.

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By HB, June 27, 2008 8:03 pm

I think I’ve found my soulmate.  Her name is Tiffany/Amber/Megan/Nicole. Yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re soulmates, except that (A) I don’t believe in soulmates, because I follow the prophet, and (B) I’m not gay (see above).

How do I know we’re soulmates?

“I love diet coke. But more than that, I love to talk (and blog) about how I know it’s a WAY bad habit and I’m trying to cut back so I pretend that I only have one can a day. For some unknown reason, I love pretending a sugar-free soda is meth.”

See?

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By HB, June 19, 2008 9:42 pm

Everybody has a list of pet peeves.  I am officially adding something to mine.

When there are five or six bathroom stalls in your workplace, and someone is in one of the stalls, DON’T go into the stall right next to them.  I mean, come on.  It’s the corner stall.  There’s only one stall next to it, and a bunch of other stalls.  It’s the only place at work where, for five minutes, no one is watching you.  No expectations.  And maybe it seems like a stupid thing – but I DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN IN THE BATHROOM.  NOT EVEN MY FEET.  Which I KNOW you can see in that stall next to me, because I CAN SEE YOUR FEET TOO.