First, perchance?
ETA: Indeed. Have afternoon class to teach - will catch up laterz.
Good luck Hazel.
Here’s something for you, Ms. Hazel.
Internet went out at home this morning. Heys, yays, and other rhyming words.
Yesterday’s nap did nothing to improve my mood. And there’s the threat of a clown movie tonight. A Bobcat Goldthwaite clown movie. I may come down with a bad case of needing to play Mario Kart instead.
Back to workin’.
Isn’t that against the Geneva Convention?
Still snuffling, need more cyber-soup and cyber-naps.
No classes today, which is good, but have to go to an endless meeting this afternoon, which is not.
sniffle.
I don’t know why, but that made me laugh. Hah!
Class is cancelled. Only two girls showed up and neither had done the reading at all. :smack:
Aww! It’s always nice when you have someone that can come into your home and not only feed the pets but play with them and give them attention too. Gotta laugh that Cuervo only missed you at bed time! And it’s very good to hear that he and Bear have become so close, so quickly - woo hoo! 
Bet they still missed ya, though.
Good morning! I am pleased to report that I’m feeling MUCH better this morning–I woke up last night literally dripping with sweat so I assume my fever broke. My tooth is less ouchie today and I had some coffee to go along with my pudding and 'nanner. Got my financial statement all done and sent as well.
So, we’re having a bit o’drama in the front yard today. See, Pratchett is only allowed outside when supervised or on a leash because he’s completely fearless and would probably try to catch a passing car or pit bull. This morning he was being especially obstreperous, yowling at the door and running all over the house at full tilt being a general bastard, so I put his harness on and threw him out. After a while I glanced out to see how he was doing, and darned if he didn’t have a play date goin’ on! Silly cat…
Things that are bugging the hell out of me today:
People.
And, other people.
Whoa. What was your reaction to this? Did you smack them across the face with a ruler?
My Driver’s Ed teacher was this gigantic Wilfred Brimley look-alike. If anyone fell asleep in his class (which was extraordinarily boring) he would walk up to their desk and SLAM his ruler right onto it, right next to their head. Suffice it to say this didn’t endear him to many students, but I personally loved him. He also sat in an ancient wooden swivel chair with these two adjusting knobs right underneath the front of it which looked, to my 15 year old mind, like a pair of testicles, which often made me laugh randomly during class (I had to bite my tongue to make it stop.) His desk chair squeaked like hell, and at the end of the course I bought him a can of A-1 oil as a gag gift. He thought it was hilarious, and it also actually worked - the squeaks were gone right away.
Ha ha, Wilford Brimley’s Squeaky Testicles–BAND NAME!!
I had a history teacher who was a retired army colonel, and he had lots of things he liked to do to children sleeping in his high school history class: he had super soakers ready to unload; he was known for breaking desks because he would kick the desk top from underneath to wake up the offender; and he once locked a sleeping student in the classroom after class. One wall of his room was painted camoflage and there were empty (I think) amunition shells all over his room.
Hullo, all.
I went in today from 0600-0900 and came home and went straight to bed. Got up for the parent/teacher conference at 1pm, and now just want to go back to bed.
[sub]I have laryngitis[/sub]
BUT. AEC is truly sick–she was kept waiting in the ER until 0400 this morning and then sent home. (me, I would be homicidal), but anyway, I am now doing her next 2 shifts–0530s tomorrow and Friday. I don’t mind, but I am so tired! As soon as the big kids come home and I make sure I don’t have to be chauffeur (no idea how to spell that), I’m getting in my jammies and watching a movie.
Speaking of movies: there are clown MOVIES? Dear God-what sadistic bastard came up with such a thing? :eek: That’s grounds for divorce, if not outright murder–and no jury would convict (think of the alimony you’d get!).
Another gray day here. Does anyone want my cat? He’s on my last nerve.
rigs, I’ll take your cat, but only if you’re willing to take mine off my hands. Morgan spent most of the night alternating between hunting my feet under the covers and kneading my chest whilst swooshing her tail in my face. Grr.
She also rudely interrupted a dream where I was sitting in a lovely little cafe and couldn’t make up my mind about what I wanted to order… each time I decided on a dish, a new and even more interesting one would appear elsewhere on the menu to tempt me into indecision again. Mind you, my dream-self had just decided that liver and onions were positively mouth-watering, so maybe the darn cat was saving me from ordering a bottomless plate of liver and onions (which would be a nightmare… really).
Speaking of cats, I need to cancel tonight’s vet appointment for Ariel the Wonder Cat. Crap. It’s unlikely I’ll make it home in time to feed her dinner, chase her around the house, dump her in the carrier and still make it to the vet on time. 
Ain’t argleblargle the truth. It is now raining here. I gave in and drugged Rusty so he’d just sleep through the weather, which thus far is working, although the second we get one rumble of thunder he’ll be back trying to get in my lap (or just drool all over my keyboard) again. But what I want to do is just sleep do, and thanks to being so miserable yesterday that I barely got any work done, I simply Do. Not. Have. Time to be sick today because, unlike many other kinds of work, congressional [del]drivel[/del] jobs have deadlines that are carved in stone. (Well, I assume if my house burned down they’d allow a brief delay, but sometimes I wonder about even that.) So work it is. Blergh.
Pretty lights! I too don’t know what I’d do with them, but they are indeed pretty!
And nice LOLCat. Your cat actually doesn’t mind his harness, Smartypants? There aren’t many cats who’ll put up with one, although I keep hearing if you start them as a kitten then they’ll learn fine. Which doesn’t help me since I always adopt adult cats. Pratchett is a handsome boy! And it’s nice he had a play date.
Emily used to have a regular playmate when we lived in New Orleans. There was a feral neighborhood kitty who she got along wonderfully with; they’d hang out on the porch roof and discuss the state of the world, and she invited him in (we kept the bathroom window over the porch open for her to go in and out at will, and always had lots of dry food for her out) for dinner regularly, which I certainly never begrudged him. At least he got a few square meals that way. He was a very gentle cat, but alas, one day he crawled into our yard to die. I was very sad, but the Animal Control guy who I called to come take him away pointed out that obviously he must have felt safe to come to our yard to breathe his last. Which helped a little.
Am I done with this work yet so I can go to bed? Please? Pretty please?
at night, when I want to sleep, Smokey stands on my chest and kneads - if I don’t stop her, she’ll work one spot for 5 minutes, then pick another spot, work on that for a few minutes, pick another one, and so on. I ask her why she keeps trying to tenderize me, is she that hungry?
she just purrs at me. 
=^.^=
PROJECT DONE!!! YAY!
At least we’re pretty sure it’s done, and early, too! Everything has been blessed by Tech QA and pre-blessed (don’t ask) by QA. So barring something really weird having been missed, it should all get uploaded tomorrow. Which means I have nothing to do for the next 2 days… OK, I do have things I can be working on - like the next phase of this project, but at least it’s not a tight deadline now. So yay!
And second yay - PapaJohn is making supper.
Third yay - my kid is getting meat! (don’t get dirty, now…) The parents of one of her friends are doing a major remodel and they have to get rid of the contents of their freezer. They’re giving it all to the kid. Free meat - what’s not to love??
**gt ** - you know you can come to FL - they’ll let you in!
**Nola ** - the lighted flowers are cute! I can see them strung around a patio umbrella. swampy, yanno, you are permitted to buy yourself presents. Really - it’s not a big deal… 
Speaking of cats, Taz get really playful about 3AM. Wet nose in the neck, walking on my hair, crawling under the covers. So I’m beat…
So, is it Firday yet??
I think that I might roll over onto my back and let her massage at will.
Ler her massage my back! I didn’t mean that I’d roll on top of her.
I love when Simon kneads me. What I can’t stand is the constant meowing for food–he is so fat and he is so manipulative. The vet (seriously) suggested we put him on Prozac, but I draw the line at psych meds for animals (maybe I should have said yes and taken it myself?). I really don’t like fate animals (and I don’t overfeed him, truly), but he is so inactive and pissy. Urgh. Then again, he does love the kids, which is more than our previous cat did, so there is that.
I am off to loll in a hot tub (but not a hot-tub, unfortunately), put on my jammies and watch a movie. I feel like I’m fighting off something, and I cannot afford to get sick.
Get betters to all those who need it. It’s almost the weekend.
yeah - ‘ceptin’ I can’t sleep on my stomach… gotta keep the knees propped up and all