how long do you wait for someone before you consider yourself blown off?
15 minutes?
remember, they have a cell phone, they can call you. you call them, they don't answer.
30 minutes?
45?
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
things are looking up and then, "gunk"
there goes the old transmission. GUNK and a rubber smell and oily leakage and HOLY SHIT THIS DUDE QUOTED ME 2K.
can i reapply for FEMA?
everything feels unbelievably hard here. school, using my brain, job hunting, planning a move back east, my car....
effin' A. sucks sucks sucks. shitty thing? my transmission is (according to new mechanic) supposed to have a serial # on it, but it's been scratched off. eh? what does that mean?
2005. the year that was a pain in my ass.
can i reapply for FEMA?
everything feels unbelievably hard here. school, using my brain, job hunting, planning a move back east, my car....
effin' A. sucks sucks sucks. shitty thing? my transmission is (according to new mechanic) supposed to have a serial # on it, but it's been scratched off. eh? what does that mean?
2005. the year that was a pain in my ass.
Monday, November 28, 2005
my first earthquake!
it JUST happened! i felt it! the house shook. official time is 9.37pm PST in Piedmont, CA, a few miles from me. it measured a whopping 2.4, and what is most impressive is information was online about it within seconds!!!
http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/Quakes/nc40181464.html
holy crap! a real earthquake!
http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/Quakes/nc40181464.html
holy crap! a real earthquake!
Saturday, November 26, 2005
facing the scale i don't have
and thank god i don't have one. it's been ages since i last tied up my running shoes. for shame.
the un-turkey was ok, but i prefer the tofurkey i think. my lady said "oh, i hope next year we can be someplace that has both!" i thought she meant both the un-turkey and the tofurkey. she meant a place with a fake turkey and a real turkey. grrrrrr.
i have so much shit to do. 2 papers, one take-home, work for L, internship objectives (do you think "Fuck TU over" is a good one??) and a move across the country. less than one month until xmas. shiiiiiit. oh, and i have to send all of my school documents to TU so they can approve them. know what i want to say? you bastards, you didn't open, so you should just take all of my credits and shut the hell up. so! annoying!
kittens were wild today. lucas stole my jammy pants and dragged them into the living room. ridiculous! and he's only 4 pounds! wait until he's full-grown! em knocked his head a few times on the coffee table, but i think he's ok. they are both sound asleep right now. soooo cute, but sleep now = craziness at midnight. oh well, kittens must be kittens.
ok, group meeting at 4pm. feeling ready for school to be over. i'm done learning.
the un-turkey was ok, but i prefer the tofurkey i think. my lady said "oh, i hope next year we can be someplace that has both!" i thought she meant both the un-turkey and the tofurkey. she meant a place with a fake turkey and a real turkey. grrrrrr.
i have so much shit to do. 2 papers, one take-home, work for L, internship objectives (do you think "Fuck TU over" is a good one??) and a move across the country. less than one month until xmas. shiiiiiit. oh, and i have to send all of my school documents to TU so they can approve them. know what i want to say? you bastards, you didn't open, so you should just take all of my credits and shut the hell up. so! annoying!
kittens were wild today. lucas stole my jammy pants and dragged them into the living room. ridiculous! and he's only 4 pounds! wait until he's full-grown! em knocked his head a few times on the coffee table, but i think he's ok. they are both sound asleep right now. soooo cute, but sleep now = craziness at midnight. oh well, kittens must be kittens.
ok, group meeting at 4pm. feeling ready for school to be over. i'm done learning.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
happy please don't kill the turkey day!
this year, i'm trying out an un-turkey (in place of the tofurkey). i'll let you know how good it is from a vegetarian point of view, and my lady will likely make comparison to the real, dead thing. it's been 12 years since i've last intentionally eaten meat. i say "intentionally" because there have been a few times that the chef hasn't been honest with me about the ingredients in the food. like when my aunt M said that the boiled cabbage did NOT have a ham bone in it (oh st patrick's day) or when the waiter at a steakhouse in MN (yeah, what was i thinking?) told me that the pasta dish was NOT made with chicken stock. that's actually my all-time favorite story, because when i took a bite and tasted the chicken broth, my friend thought i was being a little nuts and she said all she could taste was garlic and butter. i waved the waiter over, he confirmed with the chef that it did indeed have chicken stock, and the chef came out to apologize to me. turned out that he was vegan, even though he was the head chef at a steak house - what does that tell you about steak? - and he made me a fancy little meal that was vegan and perfect.
what else.. oh, we finally sent out our report about Tulane from our little survey and we put our names on it! it's gone. it's out. and everyone knows it's us. telling them is actually rather liberating. i have to say, if it wasn't for J, this would not have happened. that girl knows how to make shit move.
ok, i have to attend to my lady in the kitchen. it's our first un-turkey day together, it's my first without my family and that makes me a little sad, but we have our own family here. speaking of which, lucas just jumped in the bathroom trash and knocked it over. bleepin' children!
what else.. oh, we finally sent out our report about Tulane from our little survey and we put our names on it! it's gone. it's out. and everyone knows it's us. telling them is actually rather liberating. i have to say, if it wasn't for J, this would not have happened. that girl knows how to make shit move.
ok, i have to attend to my lady in the kitchen. it's our first un-turkey day together, it's my first without my family and that makes me a little sad, but we have our own family here. speaking of which, lucas just jumped in the bathroom trash and knocked it over. bleepin' children!
Monday, November 21, 2005
can't... move.. body
crapola! dodgeball certainly DID kick my arse! i can't frickin' move! ouchie! i have aged, dear readers. it hurts to cough, to sit in class, to get up out of my seat after class; really, to do anything. i am in dire need of a hot tub today.
i have to bring food to class tomorrow - we all take turns bringing snacks each week. oh i am so lucky, this week is special - there is a class of high school students coming into our class tomorrow. instead of feeding 16 people, i get to feed 30! how lucky.
i bought (and by bought, i mean used my meal plan points that the school gave me for free) chips, salsa, apple juice, diet coke, and twix bars for a snack. another student is bringing food too. my teacher emailed me back, asking that i don't bring the twix bars, because these kids have been doing work around nutrition and she doesn't want to send any mixed messages. the next thing she says is that she is going to bring pizza.
?
WTF. no, you can't bring the twix bars you ALREADY got because i want the snacks to be healthy, but i can bring frickin' pizza? hypocrite! soooooooo aggravating. be consistent. pizza, a healthy option? what an idiot.
i have to bring food to class tomorrow - we all take turns bringing snacks each week. oh i am so lucky, this week is special - there is a class of high school students coming into our class tomorrow. instead of feeding 16 people, i get to feed 30! how lucky.
i bought (and by bought, i mean used my meal plan points that the school gave me for free) chips, salsa, apple juice, diet coke, and twix bars for a snack. another student is bringing food too. my teacher emailed me back, asking that i don't bring the twix bars, because these kids have been doing work around nutrition and she doesn't want to send any mixed messages. the next thing she says is that she is going to bring pizza.
?
WTF. no, you can't bring the twix bars you ALREADY got because i want the snacks to be healthy, but i can bring frickin' pizza? hypocrite! soooooooo aggravating. be consistent. pizza, a healthy option? what an idiot.
dodgeball
we played dodgeball today for a benefit for hurricane victims. hot damn, i sucked! but Team Nutria made it to the 3rd round, which is cool, but not so cool because one of those rounds we won thanks to Chi Omega sorority no-showing. winning by forfeit isn't really winning at all.
i don't want to bore you with play-by-play details, so i'll give you the highlight of the day instead. i was hit and, therefore, out. as i made my way out of the box, some jerk on Team Diseased Kumquats threw a ball at me something fierce, hitting me in the back. my lady ran like a bat out of hell towards the guy, screaming "she's already out!" and slammed a ball at him. mmmm. defending her lady. sooo awesome.
stupid TU School of Public Health student gov't president, A, didn't even come, even though she said she'd be there. what a piece of crap she is. i mean, shit, if SHE doesn't care about this, then who will? she's just like many an elected official. useless.
i am ashamed to admit this, but my body is feeling like a trainwreck. my thighs are aching, my back is sore, and arms are weak and wiggly. i have to go to bed. ouchie!
i don't want to bore you with play-by-play details, so i'll give you the highlight of the day instead. i was hit and, therefore, out. as i made my way out of the box, some jerk on Team Diseased Kumquats threw a ball at me something fierce, hitting me in the back. my lady ran like a bat out of hell towards the guy, screaming "she's already out!" and slammed a ball at him. mmmm. defending her lady. sooo awesome.
stupid TU School of Public Health student gov't president, A, didn't even come, even though she said she'd be there. what a piece of crap she is. i mean, shit, if SHE doesn't care about this, then who will? she's just like many an elected official. useless.
i am ashamed to admit this, but my body is feeling like a trainwreck. my thighs are aching, my back is sore, and arms are weak and wiggly. i have to go to bed. ouchie!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
mountain biking is harder than i thought
damn, we went out for a pathetic 30 minute ride and i was winded! i don't actually know where we went, but it was up in some oakland hills, and it was gorgeous. the weather remains mysteriously the same day to day, and me thinks i will be in for quite a shock when i return back home to the northeast for xmas.
it's been a long time since i last updated this puppy. let me see.. what exciting things have happened...
took the kitties to J and L's house for a playdate with their kitty Shinji. he wasn't too keen on the visit, but the boys made themselves right at home, and they also ate Shinji's dinner. all of it. apparently, kittens shouldn't eat special hairball-reducing cat food. it gives them the shits. em and luc were kind enough to hold it until we got home. they went immediately for their leftover dinner sitting in the bowls, and then they both went straight to the shitter and moved some nasty looking and smelling bowels. poor em was crying, he went back for round 2 and leaked something gross.
isn't it lovely, how poetic i am about my kittens' shit? dontcha love reading about it?
what else... i love spending time with J and L. i love their loft. their cat is just ok though. not too friendly.
cal dining gave us free meal plans for the semester, and part of that deal is buying food online in bulk, like study snacks and what not. i spent $131 on diet coke, granola bars, ritz crackers w/cheese, twix bars, cereal... it's all pretty terrible for the old waistline. but i still have $900 to spend before the semester ends!! damn!
i miss my sister. last week, she was here. now she is not. waaahhh!
off to shower. my lady is getting a haircut at the new bumble and bumble salon that opened a block away. because we do everything togther, my appt is right after her's, and unlike her, i thought i'd do the hairdresser the courtesy of showering before i sit in front of her for an hour or so. no one wants to smell me. plus, with this aluminum-free deodorant, i stink! what's worse - living a long, memory-filled life with stinky armpits, or smelling good today and forgetting it all when i'm 90?
it's been a long time since i last updated this puppy. let me see.. what exciting things have happened...
took the kitties to J and L's house for a playdate with their kitty Shinji. he wasn't too keen on the visit, but the boys made themselves right at home, and they also ate Shinji's dinner. all of it. apparently, kittens shouldn't eat special hairball-reducing cat food. it gives them the shits. em and luc were kind enough to hold it until we got home. they went immediately for their leftover dinner sitting in the bowls, and then they both went straight to the shitter and moved some nasty looking and smelling bowels. poor em was crying, he went back for round 2 and leaked something gross.
isn't it lovely, how poetic i am about my kittens' shit? dontcha love reading about it?
what else... i love spending time with J and L. i love their loft. their cat is just ok though. not too friendly.
cal dining gave us free meal plans for the semester, and part of that deal is buying food online in bulk, like study snacks and what not. i spent $131 on diet coke, granola bars, ritz crackers w/cheese, twix bars, cereal... it's all pretty terrible for the old waistline. but i still have $900 to spend before the semester ends!! damn!
i miss my sister. last week, she was here. now she is not. waaahhh!
off to shower. my lady is getting a haircut at the new bumble and bumble salon that opened a block away. because we do everything togther, my appt is right after her's, and unlike her, i thought i'd do the hairdresser the courtesy of showering before i sit in front of her for an hour or so. no one wants to smell me. plus, with this aluminum-free deodorant, i stink! what's worse - living a long, memory-filled life with stinky armpits, or smelling good today and forgetting it all when i'm 90?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
needle in my backyard
yeah, so my sister found a syringe and needle in my backyard. oh dear. we have to throw it away, but no one in this apartment seems to know just how to do that. i don't see any haz mat containers on the street corner! lady said we could bring it to a needle exchange.. but i don't need another. i could say i'm cleaned up now, off the junk, just want to return my last needle for recycling. heh heh heh.
lil' sis is heading home, on first class (lucky her). her boss bought her the tix with extra miles she had, and apparently the coach seats for today were sold out, so she needed to upgrade my sister to luxurious first class! sooo awesome. imagine if all passengers got first class treatment. we'd all look forward to flying the friendly skies. oh, but then what would the rich and famous do? they always need to have more than the common folk. they'd have hottubs or some shit! ahhhh.
that's the thing about money - you just get to have nicer stuff. you may still be miserable, depressed, boring, whatever - but you can do it all in style. with treats, like facials. and yummy cheese. and fabulous shoes. *longing sigh*
a friend of a friend just inherited 15 million bucks. yeah, she's too far removed from me for that to have any thrill in my financially meager life. 15 million! i can't even imagine what that looks like in a bank statement. imagine!
lil' sis is heading home, on first class (lucky her). her boss bought her the tix with extra miles she had, and apparently the coach seats for today were sold out, so she needed to upgrade my sister to luxurious first class! sooo awesome. imagine if all passengers got first class treatment. we'd all look forward to flying the friendly skies. oh, but then what would the rich and famous do? they always need to have more than the common folk. they'd have hottubs or some shit! ahhhh.
that's the thing about money - you just get to have nicer stuff. you may still be miserable, depressed, boring, whatever - but you can do it all in style. with treats, like facials. and yummy cheese. and fabulous shoes. *longing sigh*
a friend of a friend just inherited 15 million bucks. yeah, she's too far removed from me for that to have any thrill in my financially meager life. 15 million! i can't even imagine what that looks like in a bank statement. imagine!
The Love Boat
Since when is living on a cruise ship a viable option for graduate students? Oh, when they are doing a semester at sea, perhaps. But a semester at Tulane spent living on the Mississippi? WTF? The administration of this school has it's thumb up it's arse. I can imagine the planning process:
Smithers: "Uh, sir, we have a situation here. If students are forced to return to this flooded, dirty city, they are going to need housing."
Mr. Burns/Cowen: "Smithers! I have the perfect idea - why not have those students rocked to sleep like babies to a lullaby? Bring them back to the cozy days of the womb. Carnival cruise ship on the clean-enough-to-sleep-on river! They'll get used to the smell! And we can charge them the going rate for an apartment. $800 a month, yes, for the luxuries of experiencing life at sea! The grandeur of the Love Boat will be reinstated!"
Effing arsehead. Makes. Me. So. Angry. And what is being done about this? Who even has a voice? No one is listening to us - shit, no one is ASKING!!! How can this school expect to have any future if students are not even asked what they want? That is not saying students will necessarily get what they want, but shit, just ask. At least pretend our opinions count. We are the public health professionals of the future, and what have we learned? Ignore your community! Do as you please! Be sure to make a buck off of them when they are down and out!
FAAAACK. I am unbelievably angry and this anger is hard for me to get a handle on. I am disgusted, outraged, and completely shocked that no one gives a flying fuck about us. This keeps getting worse. We'll see what my department chair has to say. Need I say that I was in the Community Health Sciences department? The department that is supposed to care about community? I asked him if he could make all of our classes available online, so we can stay put in our non-cruise ship apartments if we want to. I cannot wait to read his lame ass response. Something like "students won't get the same experience, the classroom time we value so much." Yeah, but after sleeping on a CRUISE SHIP for 5 months, who the hell is going to be able to learn shit?
Too mad. Must stop talking about this. *growl*
Smithers: "Uh, sir, we have a situation here. If students are forced to return to this flooded, dirty city, they are going to need housing."
Mr. Burns/Cowen: "Smithers! I have the perfect idea - why not have those students rocked to sleep like babies to a lullaby? Bring them back to the cozy days of the womb. Carnival cruise ship on the clean-enough-to-sleep-on river! They'll get used to the smell! And we can charge them the going rate for an apartment. $800 a month, yes, for the luxuries of experiencing life at sea! The grandeur of the Love Boat will be reinstated!"
Effing arsehead. Makes. Me. So. Angry. And what is being done about this? Who even has a voice? No one is listening to us - shit, no one is ASKING!!! How can this school expect to have any future if students are not even asked what they want? That is not saying students will necessarily get what they want, but shit, just ask. At least pretend our opinions count. We are the public health professionals of the future, and what have we learned? Ignore your community! Do as you please! Be sure to make a buck off of them when they are down and out!
FAAAACK. I am unbelievably angry and this anger is hard for me to get a handle on. I am disgusted, outraged, and completely shocked that no one gives a flying fuck about us. This keeps getting worse. We'll see what my department chair has to say. Need I say that I was in the Community Health Sciences department? The department that is supposed to care about community? I asked him if he could make all of our classes available online, so we can stay put in our non-cruise ship apartments if we want to. I cannot wait to read his lame ass response. Something like "students won't get the same experience, the classroom time we value so much." Yeah, but after sleeping on a CRUISE SHIP for 5 months, who the hell is going to be able to learn shit?
Too mad. Must stop talking about this. *growl*
Monday, November 14, 2005
Playing model
It was an interesting weekend indeed. My lil' sis came into town for a visit of fun! Thursday eve, we took her to the Cheese Board for pizza and then to Mill Valley to pick up a bed (and bedding) from S. She is such a wonderful friend, she thinks of everything. Friday we hit the Jelly Belly factory and then went shopping for a camera. My sister bought a Canon Rebel, and my god she hasn't stopped shotting pictures since that camera has been in her possession. We met up with J and L for Ethiopian food and had a lovely, informative dicsussion about this tape stuff that high end car companies put on the cars to protect them. She couldn't hang with going to Hot Pants, fell asleep at 9pm, so the rest of us went dancing.
Hot Pants.. always a bit of a let down. Shouldn't mix uppers and downers. Damn damn!
Saturday we watched my lady play soccer (and they FINALLY won!!!) Then we went to lunch at Lanesplitters.. waiter was hung over and very nice. Gave us some leftover cake - from where, who knows, but it was good. Then we had a nice evening at the soccer team's end of the season party. They even gave me "Most Marvelous Fan" award! Shucks. Danced at the 'Ho and acted like a bunch of fools. Good times.
Sunday we showed sister the city of SF. Probably the most comprehensive tour of the city I'll ever take. It was really fun! Then off to Mill Valley for S's BF birthday party. And went to bed early.
Effin' cats apparently spent too much time alone yesterday sleeping, and they let us know how mad they were by keeping us up all night. I am so very very tired.
Ok, gotta run - sister just returned from Walgreens (she has been there more this weekend than my lady and I have been there since Sept.) She developed pictures (again) from the many times she made me play model.
Secretly, I love it!
Hot Pants.. always a bit of a let down. Shouldn't mix uppers and downers. Damn damn!
Saturday we watched my lady play soccer (and they FINALLY won!!!) Then we went to lunch at Lanesplitters.. waiter was hung over and very nice. Gave us some leftover cake - from where, who knows, but it was good. Then we had a nice evening at the soccer team's end of the season party. They even gave me "Most Marvelous Fan" award! Shucks. Danced at the 'Ho and acted like a bunch of fools. Good times.
Sunday we showed sister the city of SF. Probably the most comprehensive tour of the city I'll ever take. It was really fun! Then off to Mill Valley for S's BF birthday party. And went to bed early.
Effin' cats apparently spent too much time alone yesterday sleeping, and they let us know how mad they were by keeping us up all night. I am so very very tired.
Ok, gotta run - sister just returned from Walgreens (she has been there more this weekend than my lady and I have been there since Sept.) She developed pictures (again) from the many times she made me play model.
Secretly, I love it!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Aw, nuts
Took Emmett to the vet to be de-nutted. Pretty sad, actually. I am forcing sterilization on my baby! He'll be "ready for pick up this evening." What is he, a pair of pants I'm getting hemmed? I want them to call me as soon as he's out of surgery! I want to be there when he comes to! He's going to be hungry, scared, alone... my baby!!!
Lucas is having a wonderful day free from his brother. He's currently sleeping inside my lady's sweatshirt. He's zipped in and all snuggled up. He already lost his ability to make more kitties, so no trip to the doctor for him.
In other, non-kitty news, I am feeling unbelievably drained from this Tulane shit. We had a meeting yesterday to talk about it with the Cal School of Public Health Dean. Nice guy, sure, but not helpful at all. I mean, he just doesn't have the answers that we need. I don't think anyone has them. Of course they don't - no one knows anything. And there our futures lie...
And yet I allegedly graduate in December. I should be spending these days job hunting, planning my next move, getting some company to pay for my relocation expenses for a change. But I can't even get the energy to take the steps vital to my own success. I frustrate myself, because I know what I need to do but I just can't do it. I try, I do pathetic little searches, and then I get distracted. Professionals would say "that's the depression talking." Well, whatever the cause, it doesn't really matter at this point. I need a job. I need to know what city I am going to be in come January. My lady is definately returning to NOLA. At least she knows what city she'll be in. FFFFAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK. This sucks. So stressful.
Reminds me of when I was working at Victim Compensation. This guy submitted a claim for assistance, with a picture of himself and all the stuff he lost in a fire. Enclosed was also a note that read "I have Post-Dramatic Stress. Please help me."
Lucas is having a wonderful day free from his brother. He's currently sleeping inside my lady's sweatshirt. He's zipped in and all snuggled up. He already lost his ability to make more kitties, so no trip to the doctor for him.
In other, non-kitty news, I am feeling unbelievably drained from this Tulane shit. We had a meeting yesterday to talk about it with the Cal School of Public Health Dean. Nice guy, sure, but not helpful at all. I mean, he just doesn't have the answers that we need. I don't think anyone has them. Of course they don't - no one knows anything. And there our futures lie...
And yet I allegedly graduate in December. I should be spending these days job hunting, planning my next move, getting some company to pay for my relocation expenses for a change. But I can't even get the energy to take the steps vital to my own success. I frustrate myself, because I know what I need to do but I just can't do it. I try, I do pathetic little searches, and then I get distracted. Professionals would say "that's the depression talking." Well, whatever the cause, it doesn't really matter at this point. I need a job. I need to know what city I am going to be in come January. My lady is definately returning to NOLA. At least she knows what city she'll be in. FFFFAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK. This sucks. So stressful.
Reminds me of when I was working at Victim Compensation. This guy submitted a claim for assistance, with a picture of himself and all the stuff he lost in a fire. Enclosed was also a note that read "I have Post-Dramatic Stress. Please help me."
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
cold numero tres
effin A, i am sick again. What is it with Oakland? There is proof that stress supresses the immune system. OMG, that reminds me of being in Thailand and a fellow MPH student saying stress "depresses" the immune system. My immune system is feeling a little blue right now... maybe some chocolate and a shoe shopping spree will cheer her up? Then my cold will disappear? Riiiiiight.
My lady is the bestest lady every. Since I ran out of coffee yesterday, she got up and went to Bakesale Betty's and got me a coffee AND an apricot scone! I stayed in bed until 10am. Of course, my morning snooze was disrupted by the wrestling match taking place on my bed. Lucas may be smaller, but damn that boy is scrappy! And Em's sneeze/hack/cough thing slows him down noticably. Kicked them out at 8.30am and got some z's. And was awoken by such a delightful bfast! I am the luckiest girl in the world. Sigh....
My fellow angry student/gaymo J is sick as well. We've been hanging enough to share some germs. Isn't that nasty to think about? Just being in the same room with a sickie can make you sick? Dunno who started this cold thing, but we both have it and we haven't been sharing saliva. Damn, I don't think we've even shared a drink! Wish we could track how we get sick, like a little computer program that could take a sample of our virus and give us a written history of how it came into our bodies. Bet it would increase the likelihood of people washing their hands post-toilet use. Only 30% of people wash post-potty.
On that note, I think I am going to take a hot shower, hack up some green stuff, and write a paper.
My lady is the bestest lady every. Since I ran out of coffee yesterday, she got up and went to Bakesale Betty's and got me a coffee AND an apricot scone! I stayed in bed until 10am. Of course, my morning snooze was disrupted by the wrestling match taking place on my bed. Lucas may be smaller, but damn that boy is scrappy! And Em's sneeze/hack/cough thing slows him down noticably. Kicked them out at 8.30am and got some z's. And was awoken by such a delightful bfast! I am the luckiest girl in the world. Sigh....
My fellow angry student/gaymo J is sick as well. We've been hanging enough to share some germs. Isn't that nasty to think about? Just being in the same room with a sickie can make you sick? Dunno who started this cold thing, but we both have it and we haven't been sharing saliva. Damn, I don't think we've even shared a drink! Wish we could track how we get sick, like a little computer program that could take a sample of our virus and give us a written history of how it came into our bodies. Bet it would increase the likelihood of people washing their hands post-toilet use. Only 30% of people wash post-potty.
On that note, I think I am going to take a hot shower, hack up some green stuff, and write a paper.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Out of coffee *grumble*
Do you have any idea how frickin' hard it is to type when a kitten (Emmet) is all up in your lap? The laptop becomes a pain in the ass. Could go use my lady's computer, but the desk that we got from Moy came with The World's Squeakiest Chair, and though I am quite thankful that she stole it from her BF's daughter for us poor lil' refugees, damn it's loud and disruptive.
Sister is coming Thursday. Gotta prepare for that. She wants us to take her on the Laci Peterson tour. Wants to see their house, see where Laci's body washed up to shore, see where that wife killing battering asshole kept his boat. The only good thing about her obsession is that it makes her read books. Girl has 4 books about this issue. She never was a reader, but apparently all it takes is a good story to get her hooked.
As if there aren't libraries full of good stories! Make it real, make it evil, and she'll read it. Just like with the Nanny Diaries. She ate that one up.
I had a shiiiiiity night of sleep last night. Kittens think it's fun to run laps around the house, starting at midnight. I was home all afternoon and all they did was sleep. Left for class at 3, and when I returned at 7.30, they were in the same position. I won't scold Lady for waking them up anymore. Harass away, just like Lucas harassed me this morning by brushing my hair with his paw.
And I could only make one tablespoon's worth of coffee. Damnit! I hate when I run out of my morning juice. And since I'm the one with a car, I'm the one who has to buy all of the groceries, and I know I sound like a baby and I should be a hell of a lot less whiny, but it sucks playing mama bear to this apartment. I buy the food, I fill up our 5 gallon water bottle, I take the donations that don't fit to Goodwill, I sweep & mop, I clean the bathroom, I cordless sweep, I tidy up the living room, I do the dishes, etc etc etc. I'm not the mommy (except to the kittens). It fucking sucks being the only one who cleans. EVER.
In case you are wondering, we have one of those diner vacuums, like at Denny's. That's what I cordless sweep with. Let me testify to you that it actually works. The best $16 gift Lady ever gave me. Of course, it facilitates my cleaning lady role. I should start charging by the hour.
Sister is coming Thursday. Gotta prepare for that. She wants us to take her on the Laci Peterson tour. Wants to see their house, see where Laci's body washed up to shore, see where that wife killing battering asshole kept his boat. The only good thing about her obsession is that it makes her read books. Girl has 4 books about this issue. She never was a reader, but apparently all it takes is a good story to get her hooked.
As if there aren't libraries full of good stories! Make it real, make it evil, and she'll read it. Just like with the Nanny Diaries. She ate that one up.
I had a shiiiiiity night of sleep last night. Kittens think it's fun to run laps around the house, starting at midnight. I was home all afternoon and all they did was sleep. Left for class at 3, and when I returned at 7.30, they were in the same position. I won't scold Lady for waking them up anymore. Harass away, just like Lucas harassed me this morning by brushing my hair with his paw.
And I could only make one tablespoon's worth of coffee. Damnit! I hate when I run out of my morning juice. And since I'm the one with a car, I'm the one who has to buy all of the groceries, and I know I sound like a baby and I should be a hell of a lot less whiny, but it sucks playing mama bear to this apartment. I buy the food, I fill up our 5 gallon water bottle, I take the donations that don't fit to Goodwill, I sweep & mop, I clean the bathroom, I cordless sweep, I tidy up the living room, I do the dishes, etc etc etc. I'm not the mommy (except to the kittens). It fucking sucks being the only one who cleans. EVER.
In case you are wondering, we have one of those diner vacuums, like at Denny's. That's what I cordless sweep with. Let me testify to you that it actually works. The best $16 gift Lady ever gave me. Of course, it facilitates my cleaning lady role. I should start charging by the hour.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Kitty Update (yup, I'm that kind of mom)
The other day, I was holding Lucas on my lap as he purred away. Suddenly, I felt something wet on my arm. Gross! Did my cat just have anal leakage on me? And if so, what IS it with animals feeling comfortable enough on me to go to the bathroom - first Clementine and the UTI (during our post-Katrina cross-country trip of fun), now Lucas dropping a duece? What did he get into, a bag of Olestra chips?
To my complete horror, it was not poo. I think poo would have been preferred to what I found on my arm. It was a white thing, as big as a piece of uncooked rice, with no eyes or head, crawling on my arm. It was moving as though it did have a head, and it was searching around for something with this non-head. TAPEWORM! I froke out. I ran to the bathroom, flushed it down the toilet, then grabbed my keys and sprinted to the animal hospital a few blocks from our house.
The lady at the front desk calmed my fears when she officially diagnosed the tapeworm. I had to put a pill down little Lucas' throat to kill it. Poor baby. But now he's eating well (as opposed to eating constantly) and things are looking up. Well, except for the cold the kittens have. They sneeze often, and I wish I could teach them how to cover their noses when they sneeze. Kitty snot really does exist. Oh and they cough, like 2 old men. It sounds terrible, especially when it's in the middle of the night on my face. It's like they want me to know they are coughing, so they get as close as possible to me and then hack away.
My lady thought she could blow their noses. Emmett thought the tissue was a toy and tried to bite/eat it. Oh kitties, gotta love them!
To my complete horror, it was not poo. I think poo would have been preferred to what I found on my arm. It was a white thing, as big as a piece of uncooked rice, with no eyes or head, crawling on my arm. It was moving as though it did have a head, and it was searching around for something with this non-head. TAPEWORM! I froke out. I ran to the bathroom, flushed it down the toilet, then grabbed my keys and sprinted to the animal hospital a few blocks from our house.
The lady at the front desk calmed my fears when she officially diagnosed the tapeworm. I had to put a pill down little Lucas' throat to kill it. Poor baby. But now he's eating well (as opposed to eating constantly) and things are looking up. Well, except for the cold the kittens have. They sneeze often, and I wish I could teach them how to cover their noses when they sneeze. Kitty snot really does exist. Oh and they cough, like 2 old men. It sounds terrible, especially when it's in the middle of the night on my face. It's like they want me to know they are coughing, so they get as close as possible to me and then hack away.
My lady thought she could blow their noses. Emmett thought the tissue was a toy and tried to bite/eat it. Oh kitties, gotta love them!
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
mail.
i just got a request from the usps to please update my address with them. it reads: "we want to get your mail to you!"
but they have my new address. they sent me this piece of mail to me at my new address. i don't understand - THEY can mail me at my new address, but they can't DELIVER mail here? eh? so confusing.
we have a really cute mail-lady. when we do get mail, which happens every so often, and it's in the form of a package, she knocks very loudly and usually wakes me up. i don't mind, though, because she's cute.
cuteness gets you far in this world. you have to be cute but not too cute, because people perceive excessively cute people to live a charmed life just because they are so damn cute, and that makes the average, un-cute person jealous.
but they have my new address. they sent me this piece of mail to me at my new address. i don't understand - THEY can mail me at my new address, but they can't DELIVER mail here? eh? so confusing.
we have a really cute mail-lady. when we do get mail, which happens every so often, and it's in the form of a package, she knocks very loudly and usually wakes me up. i don't mind, though, because she's cute.
cuteness gets you far in this world. you have to be cute but not too cute, because people perceive excessively cute people to live a charmed life just because they are so damn cute, and that makes the average, un-cute person jealous.
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