The Longest Sentence I've Ever Written
Monday, October 31, 2005 ~ 02:41 p.m.
If I actually felt like writing, I might tell you the story from last Friday about the guy who almost hit me at a 4-way stop when he blasted through it, got pissed at me when I honked at him, waited until I was almost through the intersection behind him then slammed on his brakes and STOPPED (I almost didn't stop in time and actually lightly tapped his bumper), then proceeded to get out of his truck and act like a madman. Sadly, I'm just too tired from burying his mutilated corpse to give you full detail.
Okay, I made the part about the corpse up. But thinking of beating that guy down with a blunt object...well, it makes me smile.
On the upside, Todd and I carved pumpkins last night. Since we're expecting several Trick-or-Treaters, I think I might even dress up.
Monday, October 17, 2005 ~ 02:51 p.m.
For the last couple of months, the geotech department here at work has been slow. Glacially slow, even. We've been averaging maybe two jobs a month. As a result, I've been working for the environmental department more and more.
As of this morning, they've offically moved me over to Environmental. Apparently, they envision me taking on a lot of the Underground Storage Tank (UST) projects. I'm not a real fan of UST work, but at least it's constant. These projects take decades to resolve, so it's not like I'm going to run out of things to do any time soon.
Honestly, I'm not really sure what to think of being switched over. I like Geotech work, but there's just not enough money coming in to justify having three of us in the department. I guess I should be thankful that they've sold me to Environmental instead of showing me the door. Also, I like the people in Environmental and it'll be nice to work with them. I've been wanting a change for a while now anyway. Still, I'm going to miss playing in the dirt on a regular basis.
The Joy of Cats
Friday, October 14, 2005 ~ 08:28 a.m.
There are times when being a pet owner is a fun and rewarding experience. Then there are times when you wonder just what possessed you to invite the furry little maniacs into your home.
Todd and I have four cats, but when it comes time to scoop the litter box, I find that I own four cats. It's part of our agreement - I don't deal with the stinky dogs, and he doesn't deal with the stinky cats. I am officially responsible for the litter box and its contents at all times. Well, last Friday, despite my best attempts to ignore what I was removing from the litter, one particular object caught my eye. In disbelief, I investigated further and found that one of our cats had eaten and passed an entire Q-tip, WHOLE.
My reaction at the time, "Oh, that's just not right."
Somewhat disgusted, I figured whichever one it was had learned their lesson (face it, that couldn't have been a comfortable progression), and just laughed it off. But then, yesterday morning, Todd caught Tiki in act of gulping down ANOTHER whole Q-tip. Now, I'm freaked out, hoping that nothing in there gets obstructed or punctured, or anything else life threatening and potentially expensive.
In addition to watching Tiki like a hawk to determine if her Q-tip has gone astray, we found out Monday that the little kitten we found in Chattanooga is completely eaten up with ringworm. She has to remain isolated for 30 days, and requires both oral and topical medications. Let me tell you, that's just LOADS of fun, right there. Also, thanks to our little mushroom kitty, I have two small lesions on my shoulder where she was perched most of the day after we found her. So now I'm all creeped out, feeling crawly, and I think this weekend I'm going to disinfect the ENTIRE house.
And then I'm going to bathe in bleach. Yergh.
Between the Q-tips and the fungus, I'm thinking that it's a good thing I'm not a mother. If it were my child, instead of just my cats, I'd be even more twitchy.
Friday, October 7, 2005 ~ 10:54 a.m.
Today I'm leaving work at 12:00ish to head up to Hendersonville for a weekend of celebration. Tonight, there is birthday cake (German Chocolate, thank you very much) for yours truly. Then tomorrow morning is Elizabeth and Josh's wedding! Expect many pictures, because, well, it's me. Lastly, Sunday is Daniel's Baptism. It's a lot of good stuff to cram into one weekend, but I imagine that (with the assistance of at least two kinds of chocolate cake) I'll get by.
The big cheese of QORE is here in the office today, doing a file audit. We moved into this office back in June 2004, and never unpacked or organized our files. We pretty much just left them to rot in the back conference room and hall. No one wanted to even think about trying to sort through all of the stuff, so no one did. Then we found out about this file audit and there was FEAR.
Of course we put the mass organization off until the last minute, and as a result, yesterday was a state of pure panic. Still, things here look really good today. Upon entering the building you might even think that we're professionals. ;-) Oh, and they're buying us lunch today. Yay!
This just in! The Ig Noble Prize for Literature is awarded to The Internet Entrepreneurs of Nigeria for "creating and then using e-mail to distribute a bold series of short stories, thus introducing millions of readers to a cast of rich characters...each of whom requires just a small amount of expense money so as to obtain access to the great wealth to which they are entitled and which they would like to share with the kind person who assists them." Heh.
That's what you get
Monday, October 3, 2005 ~ 03:08 p.m.
This past weekend, Todd and I traveled to Chattanooga so Todd could ride in the Sequatchie Valley Century. Not being much interested in PAIN, I was along just to drive and take pictures. In order to comprehend just how brutal a ride it is, you have to go look at the topo of Pitts Gap Mountain. Like I said, PAIN. Todd does these things and I don't know why, but I have a hell of a lot of respect for him.
As a souvenir of the ride, we brought home a stray kitten. For those of you keeping track, that's now FOUR cats and two dogs.
Yes, we are insane. But in our defense, she's very very cute. And affectionate. And cute.
My reward for such foolishness was that I got to take both the kitten, Nala, and an incredibly pissed off Lilo to the vet this morning. We've kept the kitten quarantined from the others, so they've been edgy, but Lilo's been...psychotic. The worst part of the vet trip was when Lilo decided to teach me my place:
Me to the Vet while holding Lilo: You know, it's funny. She growls a lot, but Lilo's never scratched me or tried to bite me.
And that blasted cat hauled off and whapped me, right between the eyes, claws out and everything. So, not only was I smarting from getting whacked in the face, but I looked like a total idiot in front of the vet. Score two for Lilo.
Of course, I think she was just pissed off because the vet said she's a fatty.