Shallow Mind, Deep Thoughts

Things To Do Instead of Writing a Research Paper

2009-11-23T10:49:00.002-05:00

I am supposed to be writing a 10-12 page paper on the California Gold Rush for my the West in American Culture class. The problem is, I can think of lots of better things to do. I have already spent several weeks finding better things to do than write this paper, so this may be a long list.

Write blog entries.
Read blogs. (Hi Avis)
Say hi to coworkers in a blog entry (Avis, now I AM talking about you, although I wasn't with the digital photo frame incident.)
Think about the squirrels that are under my mobile home making my dog bark.
Wonder if those frigging squirrels are what broke the plumbing.
Wonder why the hell a squirrel would want to be under a trailer in which a dog is barking.
Admire the festive holiday collar that the dog is wearing while barking at the squirrels that are dancing around on the heating ducts under the trailer.
Admire Jazzy cat's festive holiday collar, that matches Daisy's. (Yep, they both have pretty red collars with snowflake designs. They match. It's cute.)
Laundry.
Discussion posts for other classes.
Water my house plants.
Shower.
Drink coffee.
Yell at dog for barking (like this does ANYTHING).
Drink beer (well, if I didn't have to go to work).
Play a couple games of Penguin Blocks on Pogo.com. (Find Pogo here)
Pay bills.
Upload pictures from digital camera.
Dread Thanksgiving at Scott's mother's house.
Wonder if I have enough money to buy all the stuff I need to buy today when I get to work, to take advantage of the employee discount of 35% off.
Crochet (have not used this as an excuse to not write my paper, but I did think about it).
Do homework for my accounting class.
Read the Wall Street Journal.
Sleep.
Search the house for my slippers.
Try to decide what to wear to work.
Watch stupid people passing by on the street (this is FUN).
Find needle-nose pliers and take Daisy's ID tag and rabies tag off her old collar and put them on the festive holiday collar (see Item #7, above).
Read a book.

I think 29 reasons are sufficient. I could have made up one more, just so the list would be at a nice round number, but it seemed stupid to do so. I'm not trying to be normal here! Good thing, because I'm pretty sure I couldn't manage it anyways.

Bill the Plumber - My New Hero

2009-11-21T15:48:00.005-05:00

Bill the Plumber is my new hero.

Not only did he work on the plumbing to this house after 5PM on a Friday, but I was not horrified by the butt crack reveal (this could have been due equally to the facts that he was under my trailer, I was not watching, and he was wearing a coat).

Better yet? A weekend emergency plumbing call cost me $100. Labor and plumbing fixtures included.

And he showed up on a Harley to pick up his money for the work.

This is why Bill the Plumber is my new hero.

No Water, Again

2009-11-20T14:09:00.003-05:00

There is a hole in a water line under my trailer.

I need to plan ahead before going to the bathroom so that I can go outside and under my trailer to turn on the water at the main valve so I can flush when I'm finished.

This plumber better get here soon, and I hope and pray he doesn't do the butt crack reveal, because I'm just not in the right mood to see any one's crack today, but especially a plumbers.

Maybe he uses butt crack spackle (go here if you need to buy some) and/or can figure out how to buy clothes that fit and/or can figure out how to use suspenders AND a belt.

I can hope.

This Is Either Really Good Or Really Bad

2009-11-19T10:37:00.003-05:00

I found out Tuesday night that I get to have Thanksgiving dinner at Scott's mother's house. This is a good thing, but I'm too busy freaking the hell out right now to appreciate that. It's a good thing that I'm meeting his mother, but at the same time it's bad because I'm meeting his mother. It's good because it's proof that things are going well. It's bad because, well, meeting the parents and all that. Worst of all, I found out more than a week ahead of time, so I have plenty of time to have multiple panic attacks and generally freak the hell out over the whole situations.

Now I have to try to figure out what I should wear. Wear jeans, run the risk of being too casual. Wear something nice, run the risk of being too formal. Stick out like a turd in the punch bowl either way. Speaking of punch, I wonder if I can find a flask on short notice? Where does one go to buy a flask, anyways? I may need to fill one up with Jameson's to get through Thanksgiving. I have to say the best part is that I will then get the right to torture Scott by introducing him to my family sometime. He already knows that I'm crazy, and I have assured him it was hereditary. Obviously I get the talking baby talk to animals and treating animals like furry people (WHICH THEY ARE!) from my parents. Fortunately I have not yet picked up the habit of brandishing firearms for no apparent reason like my brother.

It's interesting to find out if people get their various flaws and irritation characteristics from their family. I further admit that it's been a while since a significant other of mine has bothered to introduce me to his family. So, while they might hate me, at least he made the effort. I might hate them, but at least I got to meet them. This is a good thing. Of course, I still don't know what to wear for the occasion.

I'm also a little concerned if my brother can manage to deep fry a turkey by himself. The past few years he has been in charge of frying the Thanksgiving turkey. (If you have not yet tried fried turkey, you really should.) My job in this whole scenario is to take the temperature of the turkey to make sure it is cooked. Nothing worse than a half-fried turkey (which is similar to half-baked, but could be even worse).

The good news is that Thanksgiving dinner will be later in the day than I am used to. Scott said that he has to work Thanksgiving day so dinner will be at 5 or 6. I'm fine with that, because it gives me more time to do other things, like freak out about the fact that I am about to meet his family on a holiday.

Laurie said I should try to meet his family some other time. I think that Scott did not expect me to accept the invitation, so by agreeing I have done the right thing. Can't always do the expected. Then people start to think they have you figured out. And that, as we all know, is a bad thing. At least if you're me.

Smells Like A Chalupa

2009-11-18T13:42:00.000-05:00

I HATE TACO BELL!

I have not been to a Taco Bell in at least 6 months and now I remember why. It's because:

Chalupas are 99% lettuce, .99% sour cream, and .01% beef.
Chalupas tend to EXPLODE while you are eating them.
I am now wearing almost 1/2 of a chalupa on my khaki pants.
And I smell like a chalupa.

Nope, not going back to Taco Bell for at least another 6 months.

October Showers Bring November Flowers?

2009-11-16T12:06:00.002-05:00

Seriously, I think we have managed to bypass winter entirely. This is a picture of my SPRING BULBS that are growing.

Maybe this means we won't have winter and will go directly from fall to spring.

More likely it means that you shouldn't buy spring bulbs from WalMart, but if you must, maybe you should wait to plant them until the weather is a little colder. Then again, I thought WINTER was coming, so I planted the bulbs because I didn't want to have to freeze my ass off during the planting.

Forgotten Holiday: Thanksgiving

2009-11-15T23:27:00.003-05:00

It is time for my annual rant about Thanksgiving.

Once again it occurs to me that the American people have completely forgotten about Thanksgiving. We go directly from the non-holiday Halloween to Christmas. Apparently no one has figured out the market appeal of Thanksgiving, so in our materialistic consumer society, if you don't buy stuff for it, it's not worth considering it a holiday.

Heaven forbid we actually say "thank you" for anything. It's amazing to think how rude and spoiled people have become. It seems like you someone a gift - that you spent your hard earned cash on and wrapped with much cursing and a little help from the cat - then the person who receives the gift doesn't even say thank you, because it's so expected that you will be giving gifts.

I suspect this is why people feel completely entitled to use a gift registry for the lamest occasions. Seriously, registries are for weddings. I don't care about your graduation from trade school for the fifth time, or about your kid's birthday (and by the way, I doubt your 1-year-old has much need for a gift card to TJ Maxx. And why the hell are you registered at TJ Maxx for a kid's birthday anyways? Furthermore, I'll bet you were the sort who took the baby trick-or-treating and TRIED TO OPEN MY GODDAMN DOOR WHEN I DID NOT ANSWER YOUR KNOCKING. This was not for the kid's benefit - it was so your cheap ass could get some candy without buying it.).

In any event, I will get you what I feel like getting you, regardless of what you think I should buy you. Just because you are registered for it does not mean I am obligated to go out and purchase it for you. The whole point is to give from the heart. If you want to buy a gift for someone, that's when you should buy the gift. If you don't feel like buying a gift, that's what cards are for. So if you don't want to buy a gift for your deadbeat coworkers whom you don't like that much anyways, you can buy an entire box of cards at WalMart for less than $5.

Again this year I think we should petition ALL the malls and shopping centers and stores and tell them absolutely NO Christmas music before Thanksgiving. Let's celebrate only ONE holiday at a time. It goes like this: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. NOT Halloween, Christmas.

Another great idea. Let's skip the insanity on Black Friday. Seriously. No more trampling people to death to save $1.50 on a toaster. What about being polite, happy, and reasonable for a change? There is no reason to have a hair-pulling fight over digital photo frames. It's just not worth it. Remember that thing we learned in kindergarten? It's called sharing and taking turns. Chances are it's not the last travel mug that will ever be made. You can get something different somewhere else.

No More Spreadsheets

2009-11-09T22:28:00.005-05:00

Secret #1 - I actually LIKE reading the financial news.

Secret #2 - I LIKE spreadsheets.

Secret #3 - If I see another spreadsheet before, say, Thursday, I am going to SCREAM!

Secret #4 - I may actually do some dishes in a desperate attempt to save myself from spreadsheets.

Okay, I can see that I need to explain.

Because I do not get enough exposure to spreadsheets and financial news during the course of my accounting class, I am also taking a computer applications class. We are presently in the spreadsheet module, including what-if analysis. This means I am lucky enough to be able to spend several more hours per week with my beloved spreadsheets.

The problem with this is that I have been working on creating spreadsheets since 7PM and it is now just after 10:30PM. I think I need a break. No more spreadsheets tonight!

Turkey Dinner For One, Part C

2009-11-08T23:52:00.002-05:00

Today I was able to enjoy one of my favorite parts of turkey dinner.

A sandwich. Turkey, cream cheese, cranberry sauce on Canadian Oat bread. Hey, no comments til you actually try it! It's good - and I don't even LIKE cranberry sauce (except on these sandwiches. Besides, it beats the hell out of peanut butter, banana and mayonnaise, which some members of my family consider a delicacy. Hi Ma.).

I suspect comments like that are why my mother no longer reads my blog.

More good news, I suspect after today I will not write any more about turkey dinner for one, except for a possible mention when I make the remains of the turkey (and there are A LOT leftovers - the bird weighed 17 pounds) into turkey soup.

I think I'll go to bed now. Just the thought of all that chopping and peeling and slicing to make soup is too much for me.

Turkey Dinner For One, Part B

2009-11-06T20:14:00.003-05:00

I am afraid of pie crust.

Not to eat pies that have crust, but I am afraid of making pie crust after today's incredibly annoying attempt at making an apple and pumpkin pie (yes, one pie with both apple and pumpkin, and yes, it is delicious!).

Let's just say that there was a lot of pain involved with making pie crust, and most of that pain was in the ass. There is now a lump of dough in my trash can, and I must remember to haul the bag of trash out to the big can outside before the dog knocks over the trash and eats the dough along with the remains of a 17 pound turkey, after the meat has been removed from the carcass.

Daisy and Jazz are both disappointed that the turkey was not left unattended, and they did not get to sneak a large potion each. They had to make do with small bites of turkey.

Now, the question is, should I do the dishes or just leave them for Laurie when she gets back on Monday?

Turkey Dinner For One, Part A

2009-11-05T21:17:00.002-05:00

My coworkers think I am insane.

No, this has nothing to do with the time I put an infant skirt on my head and walked around the children's department. Ditto for claiming that some boring day I will hide behind some draperies and hiss "PICK ME" at people when they pass by. My coworkers don't think I am nuts for announcing that even as much as I dislike some of my relatives, I would not punish them by giving them the ugliest of the Christmas decorations that are in the store as gifts(I do maintain that those nutcrackers are JUST PLAIN SCARY!).

My coworkers think I am nuts because I am cooking turkey dinner for one tomorrow.

I'm not just roasting the bird. I am making cornbread dressing (made the cornbread from scratch today!), roasted sweet potatoes and parsnips and an apple and pumpkin pie(Yes, one pie that is both an apple AND a pumpkin pie. How cool is that?)

I think I forgot to mention that the turkey is 17 pounds. A bit much for one, but then I can make soup and turkey sandwiches (turkey with cream cheese and cranberry sauce on oat bread) and maybe even turkey a la king. Depending on how ambitious I am.

Even if I say to hell with the turkey, I'm still making the pie.

Still No Draperies

2009-11-01T21:32:00.003-05:00

I find it odd that even though I work in the Window Coverings department, I still have not hung the draperies in my bedroom. I bought the panels a few weeks ago. I bought the rods yesterday. And yet still the draperies are in their packages, on the floor in the living room.

If they were in my bedroom window I might find it possible to sleep past the break of dawn tomorrow morning.

Maybe tomorrow. I have been putting in a lot of hours on my research paper for the West in American Culture - to the expense of everything else in my life, including bathing and seeing Scott (who is probably now mad at me - although I DID tell him I was sorry for being so completely psycho over this paper. And I sincerely meant the apology).

Anyways, one more week has passed where I just managed to finish my homework by the time I have to submit it. Maybe some day I will actually learn to get things done ahead of time instead of procrastinating until the very last possible minute.

I have my doubts that I will ever stop procrastinating, but if I ever manage to access my academic workshops, I am going to view the one about time management.

Why I Hate Halloween

2009-10-31T20:00:00.002-04:00

I hate Halloween. It's not because of the candy, or the costumes. It's not because of the amazing inability of kids to get the hell out of the road. (Although I do confess to a momentary urge to run over a kid and her mother who were walking in the MIDDLE of the road for no reason!)

I hate Halloween because of the shitty attitudes of the Trick-or-Treaters. I hate having them bang on my door with fists, especially when they choose the glass in my storm door as a place to pound. I hate that when I don't open the door - and I don't, because not only do I hate Halloween but I'm not crazy about kids - they then try the door knob to see if the door is locked.

Yes, you read that right. Let me repeat, for emphasis:

When I don't open the door, they then try the door knob to see if the door is locked.

Who the hell do these kids think they are? And if my door had been unlocked, would they have walked in? What the hell are parents teaching kids these days?

Anyways, any momentary guilt about not dispensing candy, and thus avoiding having my truck and possibly house egged tonight has been displaced by annoyance that these shithead kids would attempt to open my door.

The best part? They don't know me.

Which means I have to ask one more time - What the hell are parents teaching their kids these days?

Next year I won't be bothering to buy any candy either.

To Hell With It All

2009-10-30T10:53:00.003-04:00

I love when I get email updates of things people don't have the balls to tell me to my face.

Seriously, not only am I nonviolent (unless you cut me off in traffic because you were too busy lighting a Camel and talking on your cell phone to notice the bright red truck that I'm driving down the street) but I really appreciate direct, honest people. I don't appreciate finding out via email that my roommate is moving out in about 2 weeks.

I understand the financial situation that she is in, but what I don't understand is the inability to tell me directly that not only is she moving out but since the Internet is in her name, she's going to be having that turned off too.

Okay, I admit it, the Internet access is the thing I am most annoyed about. I HAVE to have my Internet access. Without it, I will go stark raving nuts and run around like a crazy person. I will most likely also attempt to steal high speed Internet from whichever neighbor has the best plan. The problem I have is that to take college courses on the Internet, I have to HAVE the Internet in order to take my classes.

Then there's also the paying-rent issue.

Guess I better look for another job. So much for having a life.

Older, Damn It

2009-10-29T15:29:00.003-04:00

It's official now. I'm 28. I'm another year older, damn it.

The best part is that nothing has really changed. I'm still semi-employed and a full time student. I still have a crazy dog and an evil, yet sweet cat. I'm also sitting here in my pajamas at 3:30 PM, complaining about getting older.

I still have a roommate, although this is likely to change at the most inconvenient time possible. I'm sort of getting used to being able to pay my bills in full and on time, so losing a roommate is going to hurt. Not much I can do about this, however.

I'm still dating someone I'm not even sure I like and who doesn't have much in common with me. My excuse is that I have to be somewhere doing something, so what the hell.

My dog still pees on the floor sometimes, and I still feed her ice cream off a spoon. My cat still thinks she needs to sleep in the middle of the bed, while I cling to the edge of the mattress and try to remember that I can't roll over, lest I smush the cat.

Something must have changed because I am older now.

(Continuing my vendetta against Spell Check - one of the options it listed for "smush" was Amish. What the hell?)

Almost Wednesday

2009-10-24T19:50:00.003-04:00

It's almost Wednesday.

Yes, I know it is only Saturday, but when you have been dreading a date for so long it seems nearer than it is.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009 is my birthday.

I'm dreading it.

I'm going to join the Y on my birthday.

Oh No, Now What?

2009-10-21T11:25:00.006-04:00

Today I am supposed to be getting some research done for my American History class. Except I'm not, I'm playing games on Pogo.com. What can I say, it's an addiction.

I am also thinking of visiting one of my favorite stores, Fashion Bug, to buy some new jeans, which I desperately need. Since I have been horseback riding again, the inseams on my existing 2 pairs of jeans have suffered.

Speaking of horseback riding, since I bought that new saddle, I was thinking of going to my parents' house and riding MO. (Yes, still obsessed with MO. And yes, his name is supposed to be spelled MO.)

I should also go join the YMCA like I said I would. And maybe get some housework done, possibly even fold all the laundry in my bedroom.

Yeah, right. What I will most likely to is sit here at the computer for a while longer, then decide my ankle still hurts a little too much to manage to jump down from MO's back. I'll be fine getting on since it's my right ankle - getting off could be hairy. MO is pretty big, the ground is a LONG ways down from his back.

Then, because I'm obsessing about the fact that I turn 28 next week, I will most likely end up ordering pizza and buying a bottle of wine. I'll spend the rest of the evening rereading The Divide by Nicholas Evans and never will get any housework done, or go riding, or buy jeans or join the Y. Or anything else I said I would do.

I can just imagine how bad I'll be in 2 years when I turn 30. Maybe I will become less neurotic about aging by then, but I have my doubts.

Spell check has annoyed me again because it wants me to change "MO's" to Mao's. Yeah, right.

To Join or Not To Join...Today's Big Question

2009-10-19T16:46:00.004-04:00

I'm thinking about joining my local YMCA, which is a brand new, very nice (at least, this is what people who have actually gone there tell me), and well, if not cheap at least affordable.

I normally resist posts about bring fat, losing weight, etc. I figure that since everyone has seen my photo it's blatantly obvious that I am fat. It's equally obvious that I know I'm fat - seriously, I posted that photo, didn't I?

To make my long story even longer, I have recently lost 17 pounds. Cheers, balloons, confetti, all that good stuff. On second thought, cancel the confetti. I don't feel like taking the cats or the dog to the vet when that eat the confetti.

Even though I am fat, I actually DO like to work out. I do tend to get bored with my stability ball, resistance bands and free weights. I also know that I should do more cardio than just attempting to keep up with a chihuahua mix (This is why I call her Daisy the Micro Mutt) on our nightly walks.

So, I'm thinking about joining the Y. Someone suggested to me last night that maybe I should join World Gym. This is not a bad idea, except the World Gym here in Saratoga Springs has recently had a name change to Planet Fitness, but I'm willing to bet the same scary, no-necked, possibly gay, well-shaved body builder type guys still work out there. Umm, no. I don't want to be waddling on the treadmill next to a guy bench pressing a Jetta.

I almost stopped by the Y in my neighborhood to find out about membership, but did not. I suspect they would have offered me a trial membership, and if so I want to be able to use it RIGHT NOW, when it is offered. I don't want to have to wait a couple days for my twisted ankle to feel better (This is a long story that involves severe muscle spasms in my lower back, a bottle of ibuprofen and a trip to Walmart. Long, long story.). Furthermore, I was not dressed in appropriate workout clothing. And, the final straw, I did not have the money on me to pay for a membership if I had decided to join.

Yes, I too get the impression that I was making excuses.

Maybe tomorrow.

How many other excuses will I be able to think of in order to put this off a little bit longer?

Maybe I will go shoe shopping instead.

(P.S. In continuation of my vendetta list against Blogger spellcheck, it just suggested that I change the word "Jetta" to "Gerta." Sorry, but I'm pretty sure Gerta is more likely to be the name of someone driving a Volkswagen instead of a model made by VW. Ah, whatever.

So, What Do I Call It?

2009-10-15T11:44:00.000-04:00

I am still pondering the question of what to call my assignments. Technically, they are homework, because it is work to be done outside of class. Of course I only actually go to one class, so I take the other 3 classes from the comfort of my living room, rubber ducky print pajamas optional, but preferred. And then there are the times I take my assignments to work with me. During the slow times, I do my school assignments at work, which I am sure violates at least 3 company policies. Then again, I could be sending personal email or making personal phone calls...oh, wait, I forgot. I do that too.

Things At My House That Are Broken, Don't Work Right, Or Just Suck

2009-10-14T12:20:00.002-04:00

I'm not oblivious to the fact that there are many things that I own that are not in the best of shape. A bit like their owner, but that is a completely different story. I have decided to reveal the "best" of those items that are broken, not working properly, or that just suck.

Besides all that, I just haven't posted a list in a while and felt that it was time for a new list. So here is my list of broken stuff.

The third door on my truck. Wedging my fat ass through the crack behind the seat to reach things in the back of the extended cab is NOT an option.
The seat-back adjustment levers in my truck broke, and have been replaced with vice grips, which continually fall off, leaving me with no way to adjust my seat. This does not bother me, but my mother complains about it every time she has to ride with me.
The bathroom faucet drips nonstop. This continues in spite of my father taking it apart and tightening something. I'm not sure what there is to tighten on a faucet, so I'm taking his word for it. Then again, my father does tend to take things apart and when he puts these items back together, there are leftover parts.
The empty space in my living room where the book shelf is to go if my brother ever gets his unemployed ass around to varnishing it.
My brother (see above). True, he doesn't live here - a fact for which I am really, really grateful - but he is affecting my ability to have my cookbooks on a book shelf instead of in a box on the kitchen floor.
The cook books that are in a box on the kitchen floor.
Various soft spots that have appeared on the floor in areas where I have to walk, such as by the bathroom doorway.
My porch. Yes, I was going to replace this a couple years ago. I don't know where the money went.
My coffeemaker, for becoming progressively slower with each use, regardless of how many times I clean it with vinegar.
The touch lamp in my bedroom, for which I can't seem to find the proper size bulbs.
The motion light by my front door, that either doesn't come on until I am standing under it (and then blinds me) or doesn't shut off. Either way, this sucks and defeats the purpose of having a motion detecting light by my front door.
My favorite tea pot. It's cracked so I don't dare to use it, but I can't bring myself to toss it out because it's my favorite.
The folding tray table that I pile my text books on when I am doing school work. No wonder it's getting wobbly, I have a lot of large text books for this term.

Should I Be Bored?

2009-10-08T11:50:00.003-04:00

I'm trying to figure out why I'm not bored with blogging yet. Oddly, I have posted semi-regularly to this blog for more than a year. Usually, this would have gotten old by now. For some reason that I don't completely understand, I'm still here and still blogging.

Stand back and watch me flood the world with idiotic opinions, tales of stupid people sightings, links to things like Cat Bowling that no one wants to even think about, let alone look at, and let us not forget to chronicle the exploits of Daisy the Micro Mutt and Queen Angelique Muffin. And Jazzarus - I better not forget Jazz. His latest hobby? Crochet.

I wish I were joking. Somehow, Jazz has convinced himself that crochet goes more smoothly provided that there is cat spit on the yarn. He's trying to teach Laurie to crochet, that way he won't have to stop gnawing on yarn when he moves away.

Oh and before I forget - here is the link to Cat Bowling (and no cats were harmed!).

Another Day, Another Date?

2009-10-06T22:53:00.002-04:00

It's very odd, but I have gone from having no (zero, nada, zilch, zip - you get the idea, I hope!) dates for over a year to having 2 dates in a week.

Very odd. To think there are people out there who find me interesting, attractive and generally worth spending time with. It's good news, that's all I can say.

Official Date #2 is going to Burlington, Vermont with Scott. This should go well. I may or may not let you know, depending on just how well it goes.

Also, in case anyone was worried that I might have been abducted from Saturday night's date, those fears were completely groundless. Just so you know, Scott is a nice guy.

Wait a second, I just used a phrase that I don't completely understand. What is a nice guy? Does anyone know? If you do know, would you tell me?

I'm Not Sure How It Happened, But I Have A Date

2009-10-02T23:57:00.003-04:00

This is probably not news for anyone else - this I freely admit. Other people probably date all the time.

Well, those people are not me. Apparently, in my boring little life having a date is a BIG DEAL! Okay, it's also a big deal for me when my dog makes it through a day without peeing on the carpet, but this is a big deal in a whole different way.

Tomorrow will be spent alternating doing school work and obsessing about having a date.

So here's the details. His name is Scott and he's 38. (No, Ma, a different Scott, one that Dad, hopefully, will not have to nickname Snot. Strangely, when mumbled by my father Snot does sound A LOT like Scott.)

No, I don't know what the date will entail, except we are going out for dinner somewhere. I try not to ask questions, that way I'm far less likely to be disappointed.

My roommate apparently fears that I may be abducted, so she has insisted that I leave Scott's phone number and address for her just in case. I'm not sure what she's going to do if I don't come home...

Toilets, Textbooks And A Cat

2009-09-27T19:41:00.004-04:00

I managed to complete ALL of my homework ON TIME this week.

Okay, so it's only the second week of term but I still deserve some applause. Or maybe not, the dog is asleep and if the applause wakes her up she will most likely bark. And she looks so cute in her little sweater curled up sound asleep on her blankie.

I think I have lost it.

But at least I got my homework done. Thank God for the stomach bug that has been plaguing me since yesterday. It is possible to do homework while sitting on the toilet. I did not have to stoop to this today and I am grateful for that. With my accounting text book being as large as it is, and my Angel Kitty liking to attack people who are sitting on the toilet, I sense a recipe for disaster lurking in the combination of toilet-sitting, a large text book and a cat.

PS - the Blogger spellcheck wants me to change the word "blankie" to blanket. Jerks.

News - Because I Said So

2009-09-26T19:36:00.004-04:00

First and before I forget, my fellow blogger Rebecca Ramsey has another great blog. This one is called My Dog Is So Weird, and can be found here. Congats to Tanner - since I've been blogging I have gotten the sense that he would like his own blog. Well, now his mom has given him his own blog so be sure to visit. And if you thought Daisy was strange, well, just read the blog.

Other news...hmm. Well, just the usual. No time, no energy, and of course no money. And lots of school work due tomorrow. Strangely, I have finished most of my assignments already. This is a big change from last term when I would wait until Sunday, when all my work is due, before I even started to work on my assignments. I have to admit that I like being able to get a little bit more of my work done during the week. I might even be able to get better grades this term.

What am I saying, better grades? I got A's last term. Of course I was only taking 2 classes and now I'm taking 4. But still, I don't think I can get a better grade than an A.