This is for the humble among us who have done good things recently, things they’re proud of, but wouldn’t like to start a whole thread. Now’s your chance: let the world (or *our * world, anyway) know just how special you are!
I’ll start:
Last week, I was given the 2005 Associate of the Year award for my Financial Services department. I work with around 60 other people, but I have no idea how many people were nominated.
NEXT!
Er, I just ran the final leg (5.6 miles) of the Vermont City Marathon. It’s the longest race I’ve ever run, and the first race I’ve run since high school (1997).
I took the GRE and got a 750/800 on the English (99th percentile), 800/800 on the math (92nd percentile - 8% of the test takers get a perfect score, apparently), and a 5.5/6.0 on the writing.
Last year, I stopped my car in the median, during a drenching rain to pick up a rather large turtle that was crosing the road. He was in the fast lane and I waved the traffic off, picked the dude up and put him (OK, maybe a her) in my trunk.
Took him to a nearby swamp, and got home drenched as a drowned rat. Had to take all my clothes off in the garage, and had a hot shower.
I had one that I was gonna post, but LiveOnAPlane is a tough act to follow. Good job!
Ah, thank you vetbridge. (snif)
But it was nothing, really. I did dry out.
But you are the real hero, you keep on saving them animules and keeping them healthy. You are the best!
OK then, I’ll tell mine.
Yesterday I saw an emergency. Fourteen week old GSD had swallowed a fish hook, complete with line attached. The hook was seen on radiograph to be in the esophagus, very near the stomach. Ideally, this is dealt with either using a “scope” or by doing a thoracotomy, either of which would require referral to a specialist. The owner had $400 to spend and that wouldn’t cover what would be needed.
I offered to go into the abdomen, do a gastrotomy, and try to get into the esophagus with my longest alligator forceps. It worked. The dog went home this morning. All for $399.99. 
Back in March, I had my first chance to be a team leader for an exercise at work. We weren’t brought into the planning early enough, so we were playing catchup the whole time. And I’d never been on an exercise before, let alone led an engineering team. But I got a handle on things and we put together a product that our customer was very VERY happy with.
Last week at our team meeting, I got an award. A cash award. A very big cash award. To say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement. This is the first time I’ve gotten an award like this. I made sure to thank my (now ex-)boss for recommending me - she rocks and I’d be more upset about her leaving if it wasn’t for her big promotion.
I had people raving about my Chili Con Queso and my cherry walnut chicken salad.
And since my daughter isn’t here to toot her own horn. She batted in two runners, scored a run herself, and struck out two batters at softball tonight. She’s also great at playing first base. I’m so proud of her.
Friday at work, one of the doctors I work for asked me to call the university and ask someone he knows what was the name of the condition of hyperpigmentation caused by a calcium blocker. It’s apparently pretty rare, and he’d read about it in some medical journal, but couldn’t remember the name. I offered to google it, and told him that my google-fu’s pretty awesome, but he said, “Oh, no, you’ll never find it. The lady at the university should know what it is.” I did put in a call to her, but I had to leave a message. Then I went over to the computer and put in some key words, and ta-da, that archived article was the first thing that popped up. Ha! I’m gooood…
Simple and minor, yes, but I’ll take what I can get.
I volunteered my time and drove a fire truck that my department donated to a financially distressed company several states away. 707 miles-15 hours in the driver’s seat. soreass smiley
And my daughter says I’m the World’s Best Daddy, ever!
I finally went potty on the newspaper, all by myself!
I was treated to lunch Friday for sewing on 500+ miniature red noses on teddy bears which were donated to our non-profit for our annual fundraiser 
Doesn’t sound like much, but those bears raised over $2,500 and I did this in my spare time at work over a couple of days.
I got a promotion, a raise and a full-time position at my company! No more wondering if I’ll be cut when we’re out of projects! Oh yeah!
Well, it wasn’t raining, and I only picked it up & took it across the road and down over the enbankment, but I did (sort of) the same thing several years ago. The ungrateful bugger sucked up into his shell and barely stuck it’s head out after I put it back down. It was on a busy road in a park (North Park…Vetbridge probably knows where that is), and it would have gotten squished for sure before ever making it across the road.
I was nominated for the superior writing award in the English department, in two different categories–research paper and midterm exam. I don’t find out if I won anything until next spring, but I don’t think my professors would have nominated me if they didn’t think I had a chance of winning. Nominations are hard to come by, and it’s even more difficult to win an award. My American Ren professor (the one who nominated the research paper) told me that what I was doing was graduate level work, and if she had slipped my presentation into a conference, nobody would have questioned that I was a grad student, as opposed to a lowly undergrad. Yay! I broke into spontaneous Snoopy dances for an entire week after she told me that. I have the feeling that might have damaged my status as a “distinguished intellectual” in the eyes of my roommate, but oh well. You can only scratch your ass in front of someone so many times before all illusions are shattered.
I have also discovered in the past half-hour that I’m damned good at eating potato chips left over from my brothers’ graduation party.
I’ve been lending a lot of emotional and practical support to my Mom after Dad’s death last month. They were married for 53 years.
I’m finally coming out the other side (well, starting to) of the bitterness from a shitty marriage and trashy divorce. Life is good.
I got a new job. This company, The Home Depot, hopefully won’t tank like other companies I’ve worked for. And they treat employees well.
I’ve helped dozens of handicapped people get to where they need to go, as well as helping them with telephone transactions.
I’ve also been helping another Doper with his return to playing live music.
I joined this project 6 weeks ago.
Having the advantage of being a local, I’m not scared by the client’s nasty tongues. You put your finger in my mouth, don’t ask where did your hand go. The boss was startled at first, but he’s very happy with the results. I’ve also been able to get the client to understand concepts like “when you change things, things change” and “an integrated system means that when a piece breaks, the whole chain of events goes BOOM”. People had been trying and failing for three years.
Don’t send me to places where diplomacy and sweetness are needed. But a factory where the owner’s coat of arms and ancestral weapons are on display - my kind of battlefield.
I’m getting to do a reading of my work at a local bookstore in a couple of weeks. Yay! It’s been ages since I got a chance to do anything like that.