Positive Thinking for Losers

godotal:

Armadillo Girdled Lizard

Don’t nom your tail little dragon! You’ll need that one day :D

godotal:

Armadillo Girdled Lizard

Don’t nom your tail little dragon! You’ll need that one day :D

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alltherestispropaganda:

positivethinkingforlosers answered: Hey, I posted a really good article about it on tort-time. Are you planning to hibernate?

shufflegirldicey answered: hibernation for tortoises (in captivity) is only really used if you are breeding. if not it’s not needed, and if done incorrectly can kill.

positivethinkingforlosers: could you send me a link? This is my second year with him so I’m really new to this and I don’t know whether to hibernate or not. He’s naturally slowing down his eating and his activity as it gets colder which is why I’m thinking about it, but I don’t want to endanger his health because he’s basically my baby.

@shufflegirldicey: Ok, I’ve read conflicting reports so I wanted to check. I really don’t want to kill him, obviously!! Thanks for the help :)

I’d have to agree with shufflegirldicey . Hibernating captive tortoises is something surrounded by *lots* of debate (if it extends life span, results in healthier pets or not, etc). Do the benefits outweigh the risks? you can read a million articles and still feel unsure.  What is not debated is the fact that is risky and if your tortoise is not in perfect health, and if the pre hibernation process is not done properly, your tortoise can wake up very ill or not at all. 

I should mention that I overwinter Zoya (my Russian tortoise) I don’t hibernate. Even with the proper husbandry, temperature and humidity controlled and feeding proper diet, they will still slow down. They are pretty incredible creatures, their bodies are atuned to the world around them.. weather and what not.  It always makes me panic.. every year haha (I’m a little protective of my Zoya pants). 

Anyway, Here’s the post with the article. I hope it helps!  

http://tort-time.com/post/99996980470/its-that-time-of-year-when-the-leaves-fall-off

qenitals:

shopping carts in random places make me sad

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there is nothing for you there friend

Especially when they’re from Savers.. and I’m not in a savers.. 

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Some thoughts for my grandmother, who died today at 97 years of age.
She was the most brilliant woman I’ve ever known. She was born one of  8 children and worked to put herself through law school, incredible for a woman in the 30s in Croatia. She survived WWII - taken to a work camp, jumping off a train, meeting my grandfather, getting pregnant with my mom and immigrating to Argentina under false names. That’s where she gave birth to my mother. 
She raised my mother with a strong Croatian identity, despite living on a different continent. She always placed heavy value on the arts and, even when they had nothing, she found ways to expose my mother to opera, ballet, music and art. It was vital in her mind, and thus my mothers and now mine. 
My grandfathers part in the military operation that prevented Castro’s overtaking of the Dominican Republic lead to their move to the country. There she continued to raise my mother and taught languages, any of the 9 languages she spoke. Years passed and they were forced to leave the country under duress, smuggled out in the middle of the night, herself, my mother, their dog and tortoise, then finding themselves in Miami Florida. It was another huge adjustment but she became certified to teach french, Spanish, Italian, Croatian, and english, among others. She taught for years and years and her students send her cards to this day. 
Though the above lacks plenty of details to make it clear, her life was far from easy. That fact ensured that she also be one of the most bitter people I’ve ever known. Her ability to throw out the most biting criticisms continuously was impressive to say the least. There was rarely a nice thing to say about anything I or my mother had done, wore, said. At five years old, I apparently said something offensive to her and she decided to stop speaking to me for several weeks. As a five year old, I can say I did not understand and I’m generally sure my vocabulary wasn’t one that could produce something worthy of that particular action. There are plenty of instances I can conjure up that are equally biting and absurd. There are some that are far beyond absurd and much closer to horrible, those aren’t the most appropriate for tumblr. hah. 
Age has brought me some perspective and an ability to drown out the words… most of the time (a skill my mother never did acquire). It also brought with it an understanding of the way life molded her into the woman she was. I understand that, deep down, she cared. She loved me and she wanted the best for me, even if she couldn’t express that in a normal way (and even if her perspective on whats best wasn’t exactly the most reasonable).  
She lived a life worthy of the best historically based novels, she survived things I can’t even comprehend. She gave me a thirst for knowledge and a complex understanding of history that I am forever grateful for. I believe she knows I loved her, even if I wasn’t there with her in the end. I think she knew. 
I hope that, in death, she finally finds the peace she could never find in life.
I love you Grandma. 

Some thoughts for my grandmother, who died today at 97 years of age.

She was the most brilliant woman I’ve ever known. She was born one of  8 children and worked to put herself through law school, incredible for a woman in the 30s in Croatia. She survived WWII - taken to a work camp, jumping off a train, meeting my grandfather, getting pregnant with my mom and immigrating to Argentina under false names. That’s where she gave birth to my mother. 

She raised my mother with a strong Croatian identity, despite living on a different continent. She always placed heavy value on the arts and, even when they had nothing, she found ways to expose my mother to opera, ballet, music and art. It was vital in her mind, and thus my mothers and now mine. 

My grandfathers part in the military operation that prevented Castro’s overtaking of the Dominican Republic lead to their move to the country. There she continued to raise my mother and taught languages, any of the 9 languages she spoke. Years passed and they were forced to leave the country under duress, smuggled out in the middle of the night, herself, my mother, their dog and tortoise, then finding themselves in Miami Florida. It was another huge adjustment but she became certified to teach french, Spanish, Italian, Croatian, and english, among others. She taught for years and years and her students send her cards to this day. 

Though the above lacks plenty of details to make it clear, her life was far from easy. That fact ensured that she also be one of the most bitter people I’ve ever known. Her ability to throw out the most biting criticisms continuously was impressive to say the least. There was rarely a nice thing to say about anything I or my mother had done, wore, said. At five years old, I apparently said something offensive to her and she decided to stop speaking to me for several weeks. As a five year old, I can say I did not understand and I’m generally sure my vocabulary wasn’t one that could produce something worthy of that particular action. There are plenty of instances I can conjure up that are equally biting and absurd. There are some that are far beyond absurd and much closer to horrible, those aren’t the most appropriate for tumblr. hah. 

Age has brought me some perspective and an ability to drown out the words… most of the time (a skill my mother never did acquire). It also brought with it an understanding of the way life molded her into the woman she was. I understand that, deep down, she cared. She loved me and she wanted the best for me, even if she couldn’t express that in a normal way (and even if her perspective on whats best wasn’t exactly the most reasonable).  

She lived a life worthy of the best historically based novels, she survived things I can’t even comprehend. She gave me a thirst for knowledge and a complex understanding of history that I am forever grateful for. I believe she knows I loved her, even if I wasn’t there with her in the end. I think she knew. 

I hope that, in death, she finally finds the peace she could never find in life.

I love you Grandma. 

Today I celebrate my last day in marketing’s coveted age demographic!

Of course, I’m gonna spend the day filling out surveys, opinion polls, and make sure the marketing universe is filled with my ‘oh so important’ opinion before it becomes irrelevant at midnight. 

Then I’ll spend Sunday making population pyramids for my neighborhood over time using census data. That’s the real fun with demographics. 

kaelio:

treat yo’self
i really appreciate that FINALLY a show understands the kind of merchandise i want

What the… CLYDE! *(tortie should have been played by zoya but I guess your two actor torts are ok too) 

kaelio:

treat yo’self

i really appreciate that FINALLY a show understands the kind of merchandise i want

What the… CLYDE! *(tortie should have been played by zoya but I guess your two actor torts are ok too) 

suck-it-nerds:

Favorite scene. 

(Source: cheia, via suck-it-nerds)

realitykilledmyhigh:

Lie To Me // Cal Lightman to Gillian Foster

realitykilledmyhigh:

Lie To Me // Cal Lightman to Gillian Foster

An Ode to Columbus Day! 

seriously tho…