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Doggies, Medical Asssitant Programs? NEED TEA DAMMIT.
Quick serious note, am looking into the Tucson College Medical Assistant programme. It'd be nine months and over $13,000 (I don't know how much with financial aid), but my job prospects would be much higher. And! I could give people shots. Mwuahahahahaa.
Does anyone know how good the college or program is? Suggestions? Advice? Yay/Nay?
*streaches* So, Yays! For this week I am housesitting a pair of very large dogs. BIIIIIIG DOGGIES. How big? Um. Well, let's just say I don't have to lean over to scratch their ears while standing. They're such great big loves. ^_____________________________________^
Love housesitting. Not only because it means someone else gets to travel, but I get to travel and be useful at the same time. Protector instincts quelled and all that.
Also remembering why I am completely utterly a dog person over a cat person. I've missed tripping over dogs and being able to just casually reaching out and pet a fuzz-butt without said fuzzy animal freaking out and scampering away. Not to mention that dogs make better footstools.
Both are still wondering where Mom is, but are happy to accept pets and dinner. They woke me up at 5am this morning, looking for breakfast. When that didn't work, the larger of the two came back with a shoe in her mouth and gave it to me. "You has shoe, we can has breakfast nao plz?"
... didn't work. But it was rather odd when I did finally wake up to realise that been holding the shoe lika a teddy bear. >_>
And or those tea affectionados, (me~!) A Cup of Brown Joy [lyrics here]. While I will argue the herbal bit, must agree with the "No, I want milk in it, strong though. I want to see that spoon stand up!" line. And since we're on the subject of tea and Victorian links, a map of 221b Baker Street, also with annotations.
*sings* Lost the plot and sodding off...
Does anyone know how good the college or program is? Suggestions? Advice? Yay/Nay?
*streaches* So, Yays! For this week I am housesitting a pair of very large dogs. BIIIIIIG DOGGIES. How big? Um. Well, let's just say I don't have to lean over to scratch their ears while standing. They're such great big loves. ^_____________________________________^
Love housesitting. Not only because it means someone else gets to travel, but I get to travel and be useful at the same time. Protector instincts quelled and all that.
Also remembering why I am completely utterly a dog person over a cat person. I've missed tripping over dogs and being able to just casually reaching out and pet a fuzz-butt without said fuzzy animal freaking out and scampering away. Not to mention that dogs make better footstools.
Both are still wondering where Mom is, but are happy to accept pets and dinner. They woke me up at 5am this morning, looking for breakfast. When that didn't work, the larger of the two came back with a shoe in her mouth and gave it to me. "You has shoe, we can has breakfast nao plz?"
... didn't work. But it was rather odd when I did finally wake up to realise that been holding the shoe lika a teddy bear. >_>
And or those tea affectionados, (me~!) A Cup of Brown Joy [lyrics here]. While I will argue the herbal bit, must agree with the "No, I want milk in it, strong though. I want to see that spoon stand up!" line. And since we're on the subject of tea and Victorian links, a map of 221b Baker Street, also with annotations.
*sings* Lost the plot and sodding off...
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Mastiffs are the sweetest dogs! \o/ They're so big and lovable! Yet scary when they need to be. ^__^