Saturday, August 26, 2006

This Is Not A Pity Party

I'm giving up men.

Not forever, just for a while.

Twice in the last month now, I've heard a version of the following: "I'm attracted to you but I'd rather have you as a friend than risk screwing everything up by trying to have anything else so let's leave it there."

Is this better than "I'm not attracted to you, but I'd love to be friends"? I don't know. Honestly, I don't. I think it's more frustrating. I know it's a little depressing. So screw it.

I'm giving up men.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Trials and Tribulations

Remember the ringworm? Mine's all gone (thank god) thanks to oral Lamisil. The kitten, on the other hand, must be bathed. From head to toe, every three days for at least two more weeks. The most fun part about that is the fact that after shampooing her, the shampoo must sit on her and soak for 10 minutes. You ever try keeping a wet, unhappy kitten sitting in a sink? She just loves it. As evidence? See below.

I call this one "Why Me, Lord?" Either that or "I really, really loathe you right now."

And this one is obviously taken while she was plotting escape. (As a side note, I turned my back and she did jump down from the sink. Unfortunately for her, I was able to follow the wet, soapy footprints to her favorite hide-out behind the stove.)

After it's all over, she lets me cuddle her. But I think she's just humoring me while secretly plotting to kill me in my sleep.

Monday, August 07, 2006

The Lord Giveth...

and we all know the end of that little bon mot.

I went to school yesterday to get work done, a day before I actually had to report. I was rewarded for this hard-work-ingness by the presentation of a check that I had no idea was coming. It was for some travel I did back in May and it was in the amount of $186. That's a nice chunk of change to have fall on you.

Oh ho, says the lord. We can't have that.

I had dropped off my car earlier in the day to have a tire repaired. These were new tires, so with the warrenty, I owed a grand total of $1. I'm not joking. So I handed the man the $1 bill, walked to the car, turned the key and heard "click-click-clickety-clickety". Uh-oh, thinks I. But the nice man at the garage assured me it was simply corrosion on the battery (a battery that's less than a year old, I think, but don't question), jumped the battery and the car started right up. I drove 30 minutes home, turned off the car for, oh, 30 minutes...and again it wouldn't start. That's right, folks, the alternator was fried. To make a long story somewhat shorter, I ended up calling AAA and having them jump the car so that I could drive to the town my school is in and stay with a friend last night. She and I got up this morning, took the car into the shop and headed to work. And now my wallet is $450 lighter. This on a car that is worth maybe $1500. Probably not even that.

Oh well. Easy come, easy go, right? Sigh.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Midnight Blues

Actually, it's well past midnight. I have to get up in 6 hours. That's not an outrageously short amount of time, but it's certainly shorter than I like to sleep. The problem is, I probably won't be able to sleep for several more hours.

There's something about these middle of the night hours, though, that have always suited me. Even as a child I preferred to be up late, sleep in late. It might be the quiet, the peace that settles over everything. It might be that my brain works differently at this time of the day. Who knows. All I know is that when people talk of babies having their days and nights mixed up, I wonder just who it is that decided the babies were wrong. Maybe the babies are the ones who have it right.