Overindulged

I was spoiled rotten this weekend. When I tell you (later) what all I did, you won't think so, but I was. When I came home, I was completely relaxed. It wasn't until I laid down to go to bed that I remembered the zillion and one things that are going to be going on today and tomorrow.

Naturally (for me), I obsessed about them for a while before I went to sleep, but it wasn't so bad. Oh, sure, I would have gotten more done if I hadn't left this weekend, but, in all, it was good. I feel very calm starting the week.

We'll see how long that lasts. *grins*

Iowa

Whoever thought Iowa would be exciting? *Grins* Well, it is. I'm going on an adventure this weekend. To Iowa. There will be daring feats of kitty greatness, a ceremony honoring the greatest Don the Kitten Mafia has ever known, and maybe some water involved (for me, not the kitties).

And who knows? Maybe my brother-in-law will "break up" with me as family again. (Last time I was there, he decided that it wasn't working; he didn't think we should see each other again for a while. He promised that he or my sister would call me, but they didn't! So I'm going back to see if it's been long enough. *winks*)

Woo hoo!

Amazon redeemed themselves!

Ack! Have to type very quickly. Anyway, I ordered an mp3 player last week. When I did, they told me that they weren't going to ship the damn thing for a week (keep in mind, they had told me I could have it in some crazy time like forty-eight or twenty-four hours IF I paid them beaucoup bucks!) AND it would take it a week to ship. I protested. A lot.

I mean, how long does it take to throw a damn box in another box, slap a label on it, and throw some tape on top?

Anyway, *huffs* I got it yesterday. I'd say I ordered about a week ago. Hmm, maybe they were just trying to make it seem like a week for me to get it wasn't so bad. Bah!

PS - 29 days and counting .... (if I survive that long, *blows stuffed up nose I can't breathe through*)

Bribes Accepted Here

A week ago, I asked one of my bosses (yes, people, I'm so darned much trouble I don't get ONE boss, I get TWO) if I could take off two hours early on Friday (this Friday). She blinked then starting to mutter about how she had been going to take a half day off. When she finished muttering, I was pretty sure she had told me to wait until next week, and she'd decide what she was going to do then. *blinks* I'll keep my reaction to myself.

Yesterday, we talked about it again. She told me she hadn't forgotten, and that she was going to try and get my other boss to come back to the office so that he could man it (and, I hope, he'd develop a new respect for the shit I put up with). As it turns out, she doesn't (or should I say, I don't) have to worry about that.

See, she bribed me.

She wants to get some specific paperwork done as of yesterday, but it'll be going through a governmental office. And we all know what that means: you might as well stick your head in a blender, turn it on, and wait until Judgement Day because that'll happen a lot more quickly.

She happens to have a friend at the particular office where the paperwork is supposed to be turned in. Her friend confessed things would happen a lot more quickly if the paperwork was turned in already type and ready to be processed (I know it sounds odd - who doesn't type their official type applications - but it's true!). So my boss came out, attacked me while I was in the middle of two other things, and said, "I will make sure - no matter WHAT is happening on Friday - that I'm back in time for you to leave if you type up this paperwork."

I blinked, looking for the catch, and then agreed.

MAWAHAHAHAHAHA!! What really assumes me the most about this whole thing? She didn't need to bribe me. I mean, typing stuff is (kind of) part of my job. At the very least, it wouldn't be the weirdest sudden addition to the job description. but I'm not complaining! Ohhh, no. I'm going to giggle all the way to Iowa.

Random Thought

You know it's rush week:

- When you hear random screaming coming from the direction of the quad at all hours of the night.

- When you hear singing very early in the morning (although, now that I think about that, I believe that was actually ROTC making their way through campus).

- When your fire alarm is tripped twice in three days - both times at about 3:00 a.m.

- When a quarter of your class just isn't there and another quarter looks like zombies.


For some reason, I was thinking about my freshman year tonight. It was a culture shock for me in so many ways, but one of the things I'll never forget is rush week. As aforementioned, our fire alarm was tripped twice. Once on a Tuesday and the other time on a Thursday. *blinks* I had a 7:30 T/TH class. Standing outside - in Missouri - in the middle of the night in your pjs is not one of the great freshmen experiences to write home about.

Grounded

The other day, I stopped by the library before I went to work (ok, I'll be honest, last week, I was out there every morning before work *grumps*). I had to grab something from the accountant's office which is back in the back, but then what I really wanted was some books. So, thinking I was so smart, I bebopped my way back down the staff hallway, and opened up the door at end by all the stacks of books.

Then froze like a scared little rabbit when a buzzing started and didn't stop.

Yeah, I set off the alarm. I sheepishly slinked my way up to the front of the building to grin all everyone who was there. They took one look at my face and started to laugh. One of the nicer librarians told me she was going to ground me for causing trouble.

If only she knew!

Sometimes There's a Reason ....

When I signed up for Netflix, I decided to use it as a chance to see all those movies that I'd been wanting to see, but was never sure it was actually worth the rental fee. What actually ended up happening was that I rented a bunch of movies I've never even heard of.

The first one happened to be pretty good. It had some moments of badness, but, on the whole, it made me giggle (and wiggle a bit). The second one ... well, it was a bit far-fetched (far-fetched is ok in fantasy, but when your setting is modern day, unmagical America, there's only so much you can do), but it had the line, "You ruined my revolution!" so I forgave them.

The third was just bad. I shut it off in the middle to save myself. And this last one? Well, not so much bad, but definitely not good. I guess a 50% success rate isn't horrid, but it doesn't give me a warm cozy feeling. I'm starting to realize why it is I've never heard of these films. *grins*

Countdown

38 days until I blow this Popsicle stand and go to the beach.

I'm not quite sure how I'll wait that long (especially since hockey's looking to be over in the next week - maybe two at most).

Anyone got any grand ideas for occupying my time?

Restless

I've been getting restless recently. I'm hoping that means that I'll start writing again soon. I'm not quite there yet; while it's starting to be fun to think about it in theory, any time I open a blank Word document, all I can think about is how many empty pages are staring me in the face (and how long it will take to fill them all).

But the ideas are starting to bubble. I guess that's as good a place to start as any.

"Bubba Shot the Jukebox"

Really, my mom hit my car.

The short version with the happy ending? She backed up into it one night. There's a ding on her van, but my Estelle mostly fared the incident okey-dokey.

The longer version with a realistic ending? We were leaving for my sister's. I was trying to tell her about a song lyric I like ("Reckless discharge with a gun, that's what the officer's a-claiming, Bubba hollered out, 'Reckless, hell! I hit just where I was aimin'!'"), but she was impatient with my father for being late. He was in the car in front of us, but rather than waiting for him to pull out, like a normal person, she threw the van in reverse and slammed on the gas.

..........
Boing!!
.........

I was very calm. I didn't say a word; I just unhooked my seat belt and got out to look at what she'd done. The extent of the damage to my car is a bent license plate. I now have a C instead of a license plate. But it's legible, and it absorbed the impact (fortunately the bumper of her van is high enough not to hit my bumper, and the license plate stick out about half an inch). She has a nick, but, well, to tell the truth I'm not feeling too sorry for her.

I was going to be nice about the whole thing - pretend that it hadn't happened even though I was not pleased at all. After all, it's harmless; nothing got really hurt, and it's silly to get upset over something that's not worth fixing. (But damn it! Estelle got her first boo-boo, and I didn't even do anything! Although ... that could be a good omen.)

But when we got to my sister's, she had to confess all to my dad. *grins and shakes head* I get my storytelling genes from her. We had music practice that night, and she about told everyone there what she'd done. I figure that lets me loose from my "I'll be nice" pact.

So you get the benefit of my (new found) wisdom: don't try to sing "Bubba Shot the Jukebox" to your mother when she's driving and your car is behind her!