Definitely, definitely not a stellar week.
Monday, the Munchkin gets a migraine. Wednesday, I go home early from school with a stomach bug. And this morning, just when I'm feeling better, the Munchkin's home from school with a cold!
On the other hand, I've finally gotten my spa pedi (love having cute toes!) and got my monkey-like eyebrows "dealt with." I'm seriously contemplating dyeing my hair. Whaddaya think of a coppery red?
OK, off to check my hacking, coughing, sneezing, snorking kid. *sigh*
Friday, March 19, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
All righty!
Rigby has been officially "released" from the vet's. You would not believe how well his leg has healed! He went from a swollen, pussy (that's an adjective meaning "filled with pus," not an amusing and old-fashioned euphemism for a feline), stripped and skinless bit of quivering flesh - just muscle, ligament, tendon and bone - to the skin growing all the way over the leg, and his fur is growing back! And Dr. Hutch didn't even charge me for the last visit - said I'd paid him enough money; go home and enjoy my repaired bunny. I tell ya, the people at For Pet's Sake have been wonderful, full stop. I've never been to a vet's office I've liked more. It's a shame they don't see cats - I'd take Lard Butt and Dumb Butt there for their checkups!
I'm a little bummed ... I didn't even hit on him. And my flirting skills obviously need work. Oh, well ... I'm still very new at this. Maybe I'll bring in cookies. Or something.
Isn't it discouraging to realize that the insecurities we bore in our high school years follow us into our forties? You'd think I'd be over that by now ...
And speaking of insecurities, I get weighed today. *gulp* Let's see if the month of working out and the two weeks of eating rabbit food has had any effect. I don't feel as though I look any different, and I don't notice much loosening in my clothes; but then, they were so tight ... I really let myself go. Shame on me. Bad, bad Oropher. I shall have to be punished. (As though realizing you've turned into a larda$$ who can't wear any of her nice clothes isn't punishment enough!)
I just checked the Ashland Farm site, and so far they haven't canceled the show, so the Munchkin and I are going to proceed as planned. She's all packed, and I need to iron her show shirt and pack for myself. So, on the fire for today:
1. Balance checkbook
2. Pay bills
3. Iron Munchkin's show shirt
4. Pack
5. Work out and get weighed *shudder*
6. Clean kitchen and vacuum, if time permits
I think that's about enough. Don't you?
All right, I'm going to read the comics and then get started. I like having Fridays off. I'm really going to miss that when I'm gainfully employed! (The paychecks will probably console me, though.)
OH OH OH, I made Mr. C. laugh - he's my Anatomy and Physiology professor; he's a big, intimidating former football coach, very knowledgeable and "street." He was teaching us about the bones of the skull, including processes, fontanelles, sutures, etc; and he got to the foramen (which is where all the blood vessels and nerves pass through), and he pointed on the overhead to the big hole at the base of the skull. "This is the foramen magnum. Now, what do you all think when you hear the term 'magnum'?" Fearlessly, I piped up, "Tom Selleck!" He laughed, and said, "I guess I need to just remind myself that this class is full of ladies."
And you know what, neither Dee nor Tori knew who Tom Selleck was?!
In honor of His Royal Manliness, I shall post his picture. Because I can. So there.
Okay. Let's get this party started! (And as an aside, if this is my definition of a good time, I really need to get out more.)
Rigby has been officially "released" from the vet's. You would not believe how well his leg has healed! He went from a swollen, pussy (that's an adjective meaning "filled with pus," not an amusing and old-fashioned euphemism for a feline), stripped and skinless bit of quivering flesh - just muscle, ligament, tendon and bone - to the skin growing all the way over the leg, and his fur is growing back! And Dr. Hutch didn't even charge me for the last visit - said I'd paid him enough money; go home and enjoy my repaired bunny. I tell ya, the people at For Pet's Sake have been wonderful, full stop. I've never been to a vet's office I've liked more. It's a shame they don't see cats - I'd take Lard Butt and Dumb Butt there for their checkups!
I'm a little bummed ... I didn't even hit on him. And my flirting skills obviously need work. Oh, well ... I'm still very new at this. Maybe I'll bring in cookies. Or something.
Isn't it discouraging to realize that the insecurities we bore in our high school years follow us into our forties? You'd think I'd be over that by now ...
And speaking of insecurities, I get weighed today. *gulp* Let's see if the month of working out and the two weeks of eating rabbit food has had any effect. I don't feel as though I look any different, and I don't notice much loosening in my clothes; but then, they were so tight ... I really let myself go. Shame on me. Bad, bad Oropher. I shall have to be punished. (As though realizing you've turned into a larda$$ who can't wear any of her nice clothes isn't punishment enough!)
I just checked the Ashland Farm site, and so far they haven't canceled the show, so the Munchkin and I are going to proceed as planned. She's all packed, and I need to iron her show shirt and pack for myself. So, on the fire for today:
1. Balance checkbook
2. Pay bills
3. Iron Munchkin's show shirt
4. Pack
5. Work out and get weighed *shudder*
6. Clean kitchen and vacuum, if time permits
I think that's about enough. Don't you?
All right, I'm going to read the comics and then get started. I like having Fridays off. I'm really going to miss that when I'm gainfully employed! (The paychecks will probably console me, though.)
OH OH OH, I made Mr. C. laugh - he's my Anatomy and Physiology professor; he's a big, intimidating former football coach, very knowledgeable and "street." He was teaching us about the bones of the skull, including processes, fontanelles, sutures, etc; and he got to the foramen (which is where all the blood vessels and nerves pass through), and he pointed on the overhead to the big hole at the base of the skull. "This is the foramen magnum. Now, what do you all think when you hear the term 'magnum'?" Fearlessly, I piped up, "Tom Selleck!" He laughed, and said, "I guess I need to just remind myself that this class is full of ladies."
And you know what, neither Dee nor Tori knew who Tom Selleck was?!
In honor of His Royal Manliness, I shall post his picture. Because I can. So there.
Okay. Let's get this party started! (And as an aside, if this is my definition of a good time, I really need to get out more.)
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