Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Sick Bee, Busy Bee, Hungry Bee

I've been MIA for a little over a week. My apologies.

Unfortunately a little over a week ago, I came down with a head cold. As the average person knows, staring at a computer screen for more than 30 seconds would make my eyes water. And my head was "fuzzy" so thinking wasn't much of an option either. Not to mention I got a little tired of wiping my sneeze off the screen. At the time I came down with the cold I had been working on a post with awards, as a couple bloggers had given me a couple. I'm still working on it, it looks like it'll be a long one. Must remember to put a disclaimer on it.

Moving on.

I'm better now, obviously, since I'm finally blogging again. It took me a whole day to get caught up on everyone's blogs, y'all post too much. I hadn't even logged into blogger for over a week. Even though I've felt better the last few days, I just didn't log it. Perhaps I just needed a mini-vacation.

I will have to do a post about this past Saturday at work. Just another one of "those" days. But it will have to wait until probably next week. The rest of my week is going to be busy. I have my regular days with the vet's - tomorrow, Thursday, and Saturday. I will have my regular ranch work. It's delivery week for the publication, so I'll be on the road with Papa D Thursday afternoon and all day Friday. My mom is coming into to town for a couple nights starting on Friday. I'll be house-sitting Wednesday night through Saturday morning for a neighbor of my grandparents. And Sunday begins my monthly drive to Redding for publication delivery and family visits.


Oh well. Keeps me out of trouble, though, right?

Ahem. Right?

Anyhoo, just wanted y'all to know I'm still alive. Just busy. But I will commence my semi-regular posting once the craziness is over . . . . next week.

Until then, happy blogging!


Don't forget, if you'd like to sign up for the Postcard Campaign to start receiving postcards in October, send me an email at theramblingsofcharliebrown @ If you don't send me an email, you don't get a postcard, and that makes a sad little mailbox. If you think I'm nutso and have no idea what I'm talking about, then just visit the Postcard Campaign page up top. It's fun, it's easy, and all it costs you is a few postcard stamps.

And now I'm hungry. Must go raid the pantry or fridge.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

I got my first postcard!

You may have noticed that my "button" for the Postcard Campaign has changed. A wee bit more appropriate considering my blog name and the mail box theme. ;o) Not to mention I stole it from Average Girl, as she so totally hit it right on the nose. So, thanks miss, I tip my (proverbial) cowgirl hat to ya!

I have received my very first postcard! If you recall, I sent them out last month, and this time around, it was Average Girl's turn to send them out. I started jumping up and down in the post office, pretty much looking like an idiot to all the poor souls who were forced to witness it. I know she was near a panic attack, having to send postcards to total strangers, but seeing as how she's blogged since they've been mailed, I'm pretty sure she survived! So, thanks Average Girl, for a beautiful post card!

By the by, if you haven't checked out her blog, you really should. All those little linky-poos are a hint.

A Native Indian Princess gazes towards Her Majesty's ship "Reindeer" as she drops anchor in Horse Shoe Bay. (Mural painted in British Columbia)

If you're looking for something other than bills or junk mail in your mailbox, join us in the Campaign for Mailbox Happiness. Just shoot me an email (listed above, left) with your name and address. You can also visit the Postcard Campaign's page (link above). There is still time to join up before it's the next person's turn for October - last day to sign up in time for an October postcard is the last day of September.

Speaking of which, I guess I can announce the next person's turn for October!

Next up is Mynx! (I will send you the addresses on October first)

Monday, September 12, 2011

Holy Crazy Saturday, Batman!

Let me tell you about my Saturday at Job 3. By 9 a.m. I could have used a stiff drink. And I don't drink.

I got in a few minutes early and began my routine. Put purse away, reorganize a few items on the counter to my right so it's easier for me to reach, double click on the Cornerstone program that we use, go grab money from safe, and by that time, it's usually 8 and I unlock doors and turn on phones.

Everything was going great until 7:59 when I saw this little box on the computer saying that Cornerstone couldn't connect to the server. Uh, excuse me? Panic started to rise in my throat. I ran to find the tech and asked her about it, and of course, she hadn't seen that problem before. The doc showed up at that moment so I told him about and he said he'd go play on his computer in his office and see if he could get it going.

Nope. Negative. He told me he called our computer guy and he'd come in to fix it.

So for the first hour to hour and a half, I was forced to do everything manually. I've done this once before. Technically I do it all the time in the Sticksville clinic because we don't have computers there. But this one is different. Because it's a lot busier. From the moment I turned the phones on it rang and rang. Yep, one crazy day was ahead of me.

One phone call was about a dog that the owner worried had a broken leg. Another was a gal who was concerned her puppy had parvo. Another gal spent ten minutes telling me that I was wrong after telling her that her dog had never had a Bordatella shot (for kennel cough), which was required to board her dog at some kennel in Reno. Others were calling to check on the status of their pets, and were upset that I had no idea because I'm only the Saturday receptionist. (Apparently I'm supposed to be all knowing? Missed that tweet . . . oh I don't tweet, no wonder . . .) And while I was on the phone, people kept piling into the lobby. (FYI, the dog's leg will be mended, and the puppy tested negative for parvo).

And the day started with the doc driving up to a lame horse waiting out back. With the horse, sick puppy and the broken leg, I'm surprised he still made it to his daughter's soccer game from 9 to 10. Once back, he was only in the office until noon, and then he had ranch calls all afternoon. And because of that, everyone in the county wanted an appointment. Literally.

Our computer guy came in somewhere between 8:30 and 9 and got right to work. The Cornerstone issue was fixed within half an hour. And he had one of my two reception computers working. The other computer, come to find out, had a virus. So he spent two hours or more cleaning up that computer. Unfortunately the new reception computer has to bounce to the old one in order to print. So for awhile, I could enter stuff in, but I had to manually write up a receipt. Finally the guy offered to have the computer print in the office manager's office. Even though her office is inconveniently located across our super-sized lobby, I took him up on it because it would still be faster.

Most of my appointments were patient and understanding that we had had some emergencies come in early in the morning making us behind. Only one took me up on the offer to reschedule. If vaccines were needed, I drew them up and had them ready for the doc.

For some odd reason, nearly every dog that came in had to be sedated. Usually we only do that if we're looking for foxtails up the nose or in the throat, or in a really bad case, in the ears. This of course, put the doc further behind because you have to sedate the dog, wait a few minutes, do your thing, then give it the reversal and the owner has to sit around for at least 15 to 20 minutes until the dog is awake enough to walk.

In the midst of all of this, a couple walked in asking about the status of their dog as they the doc hadn't returned their call this morning. I had give the doc his messages as I'd gotten them, but, well, shit happens. And that's what had happened. I apologized that the doc hadn't been able to call them back, but that I had given him the message, and that we'd had a couple of emergencies come in that morning and we were behind schedule with appointments, and that the doc was currently with a patient. The husband was rather rude and hollered that his appointment had started the day before. (Um, I understand that. And there's no reason to shoot the messenger.) I, of course, apologized again and told them I would find the tech and doc to see if I could relay any information.  Unfortunately the other doc hadn't called this doc to inform him about this particular dog, so he was a bit clueless, but the tech told me her observations. I ran back to the crowded lobby with the phone ringing off the hook, and relayed the information. The husband was still hotheaded and said that he wanted to go in the back to try to feed his dog (apparently the dog hadn't eaten for a couple days, possibly something in his throat); I asked him to please wait a moment so I could make sure there weren't any procedures going on in the back and to see if I could find the dog so I didn't look like an idiot . . . well, more than I probably appeared to the husband. A minute later, back in the lobby I see the tech talking to the couple. She took them in the back so they could visit their dog. Turns, the husband chewed her out as well - twice. Each time she said exactly what I had. Apparently, the guy also started chewing out the doctor, who told the guy, "I'm going as fast as I can. Your dog will get treatment, that's why she's here. But at the moment I have a lobby full of patients who have been waiting as long as an hour. I can only do so much at one time." According to the tech, the guy suddenly felt like a jerk and apologized to them. In case your wondering, I didn't get an apology. Both the doc and the tech thought the guy should have apologized to me, too, though.

My lunch hour quickly turned into my lunch half-hour.

Not only did I have to deal with all of the above, but on top of that was the annoying kid. He kept running (literally) through the clinic halls to get from point A to point B. A few times he nearly ran me over, and I said, "Perhaps we shouldn't be running." Didn't stick. The tech kept hollering at him to put stuff back where he found it, and the retired doc who showed up for something actually had a smile on his face as the tech was yelling. After lunch, the kid picked up a long whip (people use them when moving livestock) and started cracking it in the lobby. I hollered his name, shook my head and told him, "That's not what we call an 'inside toy'; put it back." He then jokingly tried to say that it was an inside toy. Since he apparently had nothing to do, I said, "Trash, sweep, mop." He was confused because it's just after 1 p.m. and we're open to 4. I explained that our doc was on ranch calls, so we had no appointments, therefore, the chores I'd given him were just fine. Finally the tech and I just sent the kids home, because we had the time to do it, and they didn't need to be paid to do nothing. The kid is a nice kid, outgoing and friendly. But this kid is totally ADD and could use some Ritalin. This kid can't seem to retain anything you say, doesn't do as instructed, has the attention span of a carrot, and apparently likes to hear the cracking sound of a whip (which is probably more than I needed to know . . . but lacks the "finesse" to make the whip 'crack' each time). I'm not sure how many more weekends I can handle with this kid.

After the kids left for the day, the tech and I each just sat up front, eating a much needed candy bar (hey, better than mixing up stiff margaritas in the break room), and reveling in the silence.

I spent the gloriously slow afternoon trying to catch up on everything. I had piles with sticky notes: "entered, print receipt", "to be entered", "new patient, enter", "new client, enter", "to be charged out", and so forth. I wanted to make sure I got everything, as now, the doctors check the receipts to make sure there are no mistakes. I guess with all the new people attempting reception, there have been several.  After getting that cleared, I filed away that mornings mess of files. Then went to the mailbox to see if there were checks to be entered. Oh yeah. There were. Then I helped the tech with trash and end of day cleaning. And for my last five minutes, I pulled Monday morning's files; didn't have time to get all of them though.

I left feeling like I'd been drug though a knothole backwards. Because I think I had been.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Who wants to look like a bobble-head?

I came across these pictures a little while back. And I was kind of sickened by one of them. Okay, maybe not sickened, but I did think there was something wrong. Maybe it's the angle of the camera? Yeah, we can stick to that theory.

It's quite possible it's just me, but it seems that Scarlett Johansson's head doesn't fit with her body. And she's super skinny. Maybe it's the dress? Camera angle and the way she's standing? Whatever happened to her curvaceous curves? Maybe it's just a combination of things. But I thought she was gorgeous when she was curvy.

Now, I know I mentioned in a previous post about my past issues with Jennifer Love Hewitt. However, it's been several years since she made out with a boyfriend in a dream, and I'm over that. And now, I'm not opposed to watching her in something. And I'm definitely not opposed to saying she's gorgeous.

Is it wrong for women to have curves? Nope, I don't think so. At least the only thing that's super-sized are her boobs. At least she doesn't look like an odd version of a bobble-head doll. I really wish Hollywood would quit the pressure to be skinny.

I'm just sayin'.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Random Happenings

You know what happens when you're busy? You don't blog.

Seriously. It's either that or writers block. Which sucks, by the way.

I have a post I want to do for y'all, but I will wait until it's published in my grandparents paper. But I will give you a heads up - it's about the town my ancestors settled. Complete with pictures. Anyway, that got me on a genealogy kick, and I admit, that's just one of the several reasons I haven't blogged in the last week. I'm too busy killing my eye balls at

Life around the ranch has pretty much been the same. Although our fall herd is starting to calve, so it could get interesting. Oh wait. It did.

My grandmother had to be out of town for two days. The night before she left, one cow had twins. We were all a bit nervous about tagging the calves because K wouldn't be there. I haven't actually tagged calves, but I figured between Papa D, myself, and K's brother we'd get it done. We did. It totally helped that the twins mama was super nice and wanted the hay more than her calves. K's bro roped each calf and I gave the shots, and Papa D iodined their navels.

You probably went "awww" when I said that the cow had twins. She had a boy and a girl. I have since learned that if a cow has twins, you don't want one of each. Reason being is that the girl winds up being exposed to too much testosterone while in the womb and is quite often infertile. Not good when you usually use those little heifer calves to replace old cows in a couple years. But they are still cute little buggers.

Work at the vet's has been good - last Saturday was actually quite busy. I was a bit annoyed with the high school helper. Very nice kid, very friendly, very outgoing. It's just that, a little of him goes a very long way. Today, was a nice laid back day in the Sticksville clinic, though. The doctor actually washed his truck as our surgeries cancelled, so he had two free hours. I'm just glad he didn't make me do it.

Oh, I almost forgot. The excitement of the past week has been Burning Man traffic. If you haven't heard of it, it's where 50,000+ people spend a week in the alkaline desert of Nevada. No power, no RV hookups, no showers. This part of the state sees a lot of these people drive through. In every kind of vehicle to compact sedans, all kinda of RV's . . . people even rent U-Haul and Budget moving trucks to haul all their stuff out there. Insanity. And you always know them when they return - every inch of their vehicle is white from the alkaline dust. 

I'm just glad that the traffic is gone.