My cats have all learned the signs of us leaving on vacation (the youngest is six years old), and none of them have any qualms about letting us know they are not pleased by this ridiculousness. They all have varying reactions (the loudest will sit at the backdoor and wail for half an hour - or more - while we try to pack the car .... one of the more lazy cats has been known to sit in the middle of the suitcase, without moving, for hours at a time).
But the end result is the same for all of them. They do the damnedest to make sure we feel their displeasure at being so heartlessly abandoned. And, of course, they make sure that we feel the guilt of neglecting them. Never mind that someone, in fact the same someone for the last ten years or so, comes every day to feed them, water them, play with them (they turn their nose up at her).
I still have to deal with two large, shimmering, blue eyes staring reproachfully at me while I type this. AND I STILL HAVE THREE (and a half) DAYS!!
*grins*
Friday, July 6, 2007
Eaten Alive
As you might have conclude by the rather long silence, I have been eaten alive.
Fortunately, I met a rather nice penguin in the belly of that thing known as "Adulthood" subnamed "Library Board". The penguin had several small grade explosives tucked into his back pocket. He told me, "Forget the Boy Scouts and their preparedness. Have you SEEN what a penguin has to go through to get a little ... (censored for those oh so delicate ears of my readers)."
So, Dwayne, as the penguin was named, bust our asses out of there. *blinks* And here I am again. Unfortunately, it's just in time for me to leave on vacation.
SEVEN DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But I promise I'll share my escapades on vacation ... eventually.
Fortunately, I met a rather nice penguin in the belly of that thing known as "Adulthood" subnamed "Library Board". The penguin had several small grade explosives tucked into his back pocket. He told me, "Forget the Boy Scouts and their preparedness. Have you SEEN what a penguin has to go through to get a little ... (censored for those oh so delicate ears of my readers)."
So, Dwayne, as the penguin was named, bust our asses out of there. *blinks* And here I am again. Unfortunately, it's just in time for me to leave on vacation.
SEVEN DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But I promise I'll share my escapades on vacation ... eventually.
Monday, June 18, 2007
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*
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*
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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*)
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*)
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*)
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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.
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.
- 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.
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