Incident Reports

In case any of you were wondering, "Hey, what's-a-matter no incident reports lately?" I will tell you that I have been remarkably unclumsy lately. This is only because I have been spending most of my time seated, studying for exams. I should add that the cord for my Internet connection runs across my room in front of my door, and I trip on it almost on a daily basis. At least I've finally reached the point where I don't trip on it every single time I leave my room. Also, I was eating Pringles yesterday while Wally sat in my lap, and after a while I looked down to pet him and discovered that he had a nice little display of Pringles crumbs on him. Poor little guy.




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Exams

I was going to complain about the statistics exam I have to take this afternoon, but then I read AmStaff Mom's post, so...never mind.



Good luck (not that you'll need it!) and God bless you, AM!

Ah, Popcorn. I Love It, Yet It Hurts Me So.

I love popcorn, but oh, the salty lips problem! My lips are so very chapped right now. I spent the past five minutes chewing on my bottom lip. Of course, it I weren't so lazy, I'd just go get chapstick.

do u wake up tired?

This is the subject line of a spam message I got today...from myself. It's a bit disconcerting to see spam sent to me from me that I didn't want and certainly didn't send.

Incident Report, 11/1/06

1. Sat on JLR's bed to give her a hug good night, and I somehow shifted the boxsprings so that they almost fell off the rails [picture the alarmed look on her face]. While we were trying to fix it,...
2. Wally decided to help fix the box springs and got a claw stuck. As I was trying to free him, he yanked his claw away, and the unexpectedness of it caused me to (accidentally) swing my hand up, so that I...
3. Smacked JLR upside the head.

It was at this point when JLR said, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."



Sigh.

Incident Report, 10.17.06

1. Found someone else's fingernail clipping on the mousepad I was using in the computer lab
2. In public bathroom, sat on damp toilet seat (curse that dim lighting!)
3. Stepped on cat vomit in apartment (barefoot)
4. Had first midterm exam today; have nervous stomach and am unable to eat the yummy ice cream in the freezer (which I guess isn't a bad thing, considering the weight I've put on in the past year). (Technically, this isn't an "incident," but I'm including it anyway. It's my blog.)

Billy, Call Your Grandmother

and give her your correct phone number, man.

Yo-Ho, It's Finally Here!!!

Don't forget to talk like a pirate today, mates!

Arrgh You Ready?

It's Almost Talk Like a Pirate Day again!

My pirate name is:

Captain Ethel Kidd

Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.

Grumble grumble, and I mean it this time

I hate moving. I'm still unpacking, and I've already run out of space to put things. I haven't finished moving stuff from the old apartment. I spent all day yesterday doing laundry, and I still haven't finished because packing, etc., took up so much of my time before the move that I didn't have time to do laundry. My student loans haven't come in yet, and I am b.r.o.k.e. School starts soon, and it looks like I'll be spending the rest of my free time until then running errands, packing, unpacking, cleaning, and painting.

So much for vacation.

On the bright side, because I don't want my four readers to think I do nothing but complain, I will add that one of our new neighbors is moving and was able to make use of some of our leftover boxes.

Why Is It Foggy in Here?

How is the packing going? Well, suffice to say that JLR is sweating, and you know how she feels about that.

And despite my previous statement being sufficient to describe the situation, I'll go on to add that I've discovered that we have more than 20 boxes worth of stuff from the kitchen (which I am still not finished packing), including five baking dishes of various sizes (this despite the fact that I do not cook), and we are moving into a townhome with the tiniest kitchen I have ever had.

In other news, JLR and I are attempting to "windows wash" an old PC that we are giving away. It's been washing away for the past 9 hours, and it's only 19% done. We're moving in 36 hours. What are the odds that the wash will be done by then?

JLR just said something to me, and even though I heard sounds coming out of her mouth, I have no idea what she said.

Please note that I have not proof-read this post.

[update: JLR just came in saying, "Okay, what do you think of this plan...?"]

I Hate Packing

I hate it so much...


Amstaff Mom, you can finish the rest.

Grumble grumble, but not

First I would like to say thanks to Deals for her sweet post today. Deals, I was actually thinking of inviting myself over to watch Newsies.

JLR is taking the bar exam this week, and my parents just happen to be out of town on business during the same three days. I’m staying with JLR in her hotel room (across the street from the testing center, so that she can’t possibly get stuck in traffic and be late for the exam), but our kitties still need daily attention, so my schedule this is week is as follows. Get up in time to make sure that JLR gets up in time for her exam, leave the hotel at approximately 7:30/8:00 and drive the 23 miles to my apartment to feed our cats, empty their litter boxes, and give Wally (the needy cat) some petting time. (Also, I will be packing up our belongings for about an hour each day, as we plan to move next month, and we have almost nothing packed.) Then drive the 23 miles to my parents’ house to let their dog out and water their plants. Then drive the 9 miles to the hotel to check on JLR. My brother was supposed to take care of my parents’ dog in the afternoon, but now he has to work on Thursday, and tonight he is going to a baseball game and won’t get back to our parents’ house until late. So would I mind going back to our parents’ house in the evenings, sitting around for a while, and then driving back to the hotel (an extra 18 miles of driving each day)?

Aaarrrgh!

As I was driving around this morning, I was grumbling to myself about the burdens that were being heaped upon me, one right after the other. I might even have muttered a comment or two about how hard it is to have faith when things keep getting worse. Then, gently, the Lord reminded me about the much greater burdens resting on the backs of those He is asking me to serve. And I remember how faithful He has always been to me, rescuing me from illness, financial problems, and I-don’t-know-how-many painful situations, giving me hope at times when things seemed rather hopeless.

My parents have elderly parents who need care and siblings who won’t help with caring for them. They have jobs at companies that have made large pay cuts for their employees in efforts to stay afloat financially, which means my parents have found their financial situation somewhat worse than they had planned. They have to go out of town for work, and they have all these plants that they’ve worked hard to raise, and they really need someone to take care of them. And by golly, they love that dog, and so do I. They really, really want to make sure she’s well cared for, so shouldn’t they ask me—as a favor—to check on her? They don’t think she’d do well at a kennel, and let’s face it, it would be better if they didn’t spend the money on boarding her, so they have to ask for help.

My brother has had one emotional setback after another for the past, oh, I don’t know, twelve years, and he’s had many a financial problem, too. Now he had to work longer hours than expected on Thursday, so shouldn’t I help him with the dog to make sure that he doesn’t lose his job? And yes, he should have made other arrangements for the baseball game tonight, but he’s under so much stress, it’s not too much to ask that he get a night off.

As for JLR, well, taking the bar is so much more burdensome than taking care of someone who’s taking the bar. I can only imagine how exhausting it must be, especially knowing that if she doesn’t pass, she’ll have trouble finding a job, and if she can’t find a job, she won’t be able to pay off her mortgage-sized student loans.

When I thought about it, I realized that this is simply an opportunity to strengthen my faith, to exercise my faith muscles, if you’ll pardon the analogy (is that an analogy?). After all, if only good things ever happened to us, why would we ever need faith? How could we ever learn to trust Jesus?

So I thank you, Lord, for giving me this gift. And, um, would you mind doing something about the insect buzzing in the window near my head?

Let the Blames Begin!

Yesterday was my last day at work. I'll be going back to school full-time in the fall, and since I'd need to quit my job anyway (they haven't heard of the 40-hour work week...or at least not for peons), I thought I might as well quit before JLR takes the bar. That way I can be available to take care of her.

So now that I'm gone, the customary blaming-of-mistakes-on-the-person-who-isn't-there-to-deny-the-charges will commence.

Another co-worker left just a few weeks ago, and there was much blaming. When something wasn't working, he was accused (in absentia) of having sabotaged the system! I can't wait to hear what they're going to say about me.

A Few Words about The Runt

It has occurred to me that I often seem to be correcting something the Lazy Gnome has said or disagreeing with something she has said. For the record, then, I would like to say that my interactions with the Lazy Gnome have always been pleasant (although that might be because I've only seen her when she's sober), and I very much appreciate her efforts to include me in conversations when we're in a room together.

I thought about posting an incident report, but nothing that has happened to me lately compares with Lia's day yesterday, so I'll just point you (yes, all four of you, Readers) to her blog.







Yeesh.

Could be glue, could be snot

There is an unidentified substance on one of the keypads at work. I know one of the repairmen has been working with glue today, so it's possible that the substance is ick-free...but then again, it might not be glue.

Ich habe hunger.

J’ai faim.

Tengo hambre.

Or, as they say at babbelfish when one translates the phrase from English to Spanish to Russian to French and back to English, Me Starved.

Deals Has Skills

Deals made the coffee this morning. It is strong-o. I have the shakes, but it was gooooooood coffee.

Happy Independence Day!