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And they're off!

Before:

During:

And after!

I'm going to gain weight just because eating is so much easier. The first thing I had? A nice, medium-rare steak that didn't once get caught on anything. Ahhhh.
People who notice things will see that my mole is on a different side. I took the first one in a mirror.

nostalgia

You know what I just bought from the iTunes music store?
"Somewhere Out There" and "The Song Remembers When"

Heh. Right now? Cha'Sae is shuddering in terror!

Hey, looky!

Dur. I finally added who is posting to the bottom of each post. I'm getting worried about Cha'Sae. I left a message on her cell phone on Saturday and I haven't heard anything from her.

You're working!? Wow. That must be a sort of culture shock.

Gotta go, Hannah's in here bugging me.

*Hannah evil laughs*

Everyone's sick but me and the dogs got loose

Scott's not feeling well. Tommy's got a fever and has napped 3 times today. Sam's been whiny & feverish. Fighter was fine until about 2 hours ago when HE got feverish, complained of a headache & fell asleep on the floor in the hallway in front of the fan. Macha was fine until she woke up from her nap feverish and then vomitted all over me.

Yesterday, I felt like crap. But not crappy enough to stay in bed or stay home, of course not. Just crappy enough to make my trip to the commissary considerably less than the bundle of fun it usually is. Today, I feel better, which is good because Mommies aren't supposed to be sick at the same time as their kids.

Scott got distracted while I was napping and forgot to let the dogs in, so Cocoa naturally found a loose board in the fence and squeezed through it, and Gator, of course, followed suit. They were nowhere in sight, I was so frantic! I drove all over the neighborhood, asking everyone if they'd seen them and only our 2-doors-down neighbor had! It was so awful, we are not far from a very busy 2-lane highway and I was so worried that one or both of them had been hit. Finally when I decided I'd better just go home and wait for someone to pick them up and call us, I saw them! Just two blocks away at an apartment complex. I was so relieved! Of course, they hop in the car like nothing's happened. Cocoa was really overheated, though; after drinking all the water in her bowl she drank from the toilet and then laid down in the shower stall to cool off! I'm so glad the (*$^**#) little (sh*t#^#) angels are home safe.

Back to the working world...

So today I used my womanly wiles and previous knowledge of insider secrets to obtain a job delivering pizzas, after 8 years out of the workforce. With Dominos. EWWWW!! What was I thinking? Actually, it was just the first pizza place I walked into. What can I say? I'm good, dammit. I go to "training" (read: weed out the morons) in Boise on Monday and start driving on Tuesday with a trainer. I'm supposed to be working every night this week because so many of the regular drivers are military and there's an exercise out at the base. I'll only be working opposite Scott's hours so there's no babysitting issues. I figure if I don't like Domino's I'll just head to one of the three other places in town and let them steal me away. ;)

Why do I need a job, you ask? Hello, we just bought a house! These things are damn expensive; even when you can afford the mortgage and utilities, there are annoying little things like the fact that the kitchen cabinets and drawers need handles, the garage is unfinished, and oh yeah, there's nothing but dirt and weeds in the back yard and rototillers don't rent cheap! Not to mention grass seed, hoses, sprinklers, that plastic-y stuff you put down so weeds can't grow through it....

Oh, and I say "womanly wiles" because I actually shaved my legs & pits and put on make-up. And the insider secret was nothing more than me knowing better than to just hand the application to the chick at the counter; I asked to talk to the manager. Not quite as scandalous as I first hinted, I suppose.

Calling Cha'Sae

Allrightythen. I've called and left Cha'Sae a message on her cell. Hopefully she'll be in here soon!

Damn.

Damn. And I wanted a new kitty.
This morning, a co-worker came in and told me there was a leetle orange kitten under one of the parked cars. I went out there, knelt down, made kissy noises. This leetle, precious orange marmalade kitten comes running. I knew immediately that this wasn't a feral kitten. She smelled like flea powder despite the lack of a colar. She could only have been about 1 1/2 months old.

So, I brought her in the office. We're a strange lot. Instead of asking why there was an animal in our place of business, everyone said, "Aw, how cute! Where did you get her?" After telling them she was out front, there were already a couple of offers to take her home or to some one they knew. But I, of course, had other plans.

While another co-worker ran to get some kitty litter and I fed her, I plotted to get Kyle to bond with her. He held her for a mere ten seconds and handed her back. I could tell he didn't even want to look at her. She was far too cute for him to resist very long. I let him off the hook for the moment.

The kitten spent the next two hours disrupting my entire morning. She had eaten, had a little drink and done her business in the box. She was now ready to play and be petted. By the way, she constantly wanted to be petted. It was like having a puppy in the office.

After getting the most pressing work items finished with the help of my assistant typist (she was fascinated by the movements on the screen (I thought kittens slept more)), I decided to take her down to Kyle one more time. He was on the phone so I walked her throught the IT department. One of the men who works in that department with Kyle said, "What a cute little kitten! You know, she looks just like Sunshine. We haven't seen her since yesterday." Knowing where this man usually parked and experiencing the same phenomenon with Kobe (Monica's cat), I put two and two together faster than some one else for a change.

She had hidden in his car. It was his cat. I had to let her go. Damn.

Don't Hate Me

Please don't hate me. But, work bought me this. The 17" 1Ghz SuperDrive. I bought Final Cut Express to put on it. I have an idea for a video for work, but I don't know if I'll get it done with school coming up. Anywho, I've been busy setting this thing up and learning Final Cut. I also need to learn Web Objects. I'm so not looking forward to that. Kyle and James found it a little challenging, so I'm sure to stumble over it. Repeatedly.

I picked a rainbow for you.

Phone pic again. I really like this thing. I'll try to take a picture to explain why I've been so busy since yesterday.

My Day

I hate carpet.

I spent most of today tied to two dogs. They are sweet dogs and I love them dearly but neither one will poop while on the leash, so we've been having some accidents in the house. On the carpet, of course, where else? Luckily I have a Bissell Clean Machine (even though I hate carpet!) Now, the dogs have to do their business on the leash because of the sorry state of our fenced backyard. You've both seen the backyard picture, right? Anyway I finally got a clue and decided to take advantage of the fact that they won't poop in front of me, and keep them in front of me at all times (because carpet is such a bitch to clean poop out of). Being tied to dogs is not as big a pain in the ass as it sounds. You just walk a little slower...(talk a little lower/about the things you could not show her/And it's been a/long December....) Sorry. Anyway. Did homeschool. Repotted a plant. Cleaned kitchen. Did some laundry. Went to Mom's. Planned curse for the inventor of carpet.

Now, let me tell you what's planned for tomorrow. I have to get up at 7am (it's currently 1am and Macha is wide awake, of course) so I can go get the van registered, because it's expired and has been for a week. (Scott is very nervous about this; apparantly he thinks they sentance the death penalty for registration violations.) Then our realtor is stopping by around 11. At 12 I drop the kids off at mom's so I have time to do some shopping in the city (remember it's 35 mi from here) before Macha's speech therapy at 2. When that's over at 2:40, I have to race back to mom's to pick up Tommy and Fighter and take them to their dental appointments at 3:40. Oh, and Macha's going along so they can take a quick peek at her other top front tooth (next to the one that had to be pulled) to confirm that yes, it's turning gray and will most likely need to be pulled as well. After that, I will have time to breathe again, assuming we have supper at mom's.

OH and I have a book to recommend. It's a children's book called "Who Moved My Cheese? For Kids," by Spencer Johnson. It's a spin-off of his book for adults that I don't actually know much about. But the kids' book is great! The boys really liked it & seemed to get the message; they've even used the concepts a little.

I'm gonna go try to find Mr. Sandman and beat him senseless for showing up late for Macha's nap today and for bedtime tonight. I must not be bribing him enough or something....he does this a lot....

(I hate carpet!)