Productive

Today on the internet, I:

Read about 39 pages of mylifeisaverage.com;

Learned how to make homemade Nutella (yum);

Laughed at "Dear Bruno Mars, don't die for that witch, obviously if someone's throwing grenades at her she's involved in some illegal crap!";

Consulted my bestie on hair cuts;

Looked at my future niece/nephew's first sonogram pictures from Stephanie;

Found out my "signature scent" at macys.com (although the one they gave me as a result is one I don't like... hmmmm)

and

RSVP'd for Dobby Remembrance Day (March 1st.)

I do believe it's been a productive day.

MISSING: IPOD

Missing: My ipod in it's little green sock. If found, please return immediately! If stolen, also please return immediately! No questions asked!

So, as I've said before, and will say over and over again, itunes is CRAP... the stupid thing randomly stopped working last week, and told me to redownload it... but when I redownload it, all my music will be lost! ARGH! So I was going to use the loophole that I paid for THE LAST TIME THIS HAPPENED, the pod-to-pc thing, BUT I CAN'T FIND MY IPOD.

Which is seriously pissing me off because I never lose anything. Or, you know. Rarely.

*grumbles angrily under breath*

I am not a fan of anything Apple.

Monday

Diego and I are in agreement that today is not a day to go out.

However, he may and will do whatever he likes, as he is a house cat, but I have duties to fulfill--- FHE tonight, as all Monday nights.

I do not know just how I got into this mood, but more importantly, I do not know how to get out of it, either.

Diego and I will continue to nap/read amongst my many blankets up until the very last moment that I must leave.

(Really, aluminum foil boats heavy laden with pennies? Not helping my enthusiasm.)

What's in Your Wallet?

QUESTION: What the most random thing in your purse/backpack?

This came to mind the other night while I was at a girl's night with some of my friends. We were sitting outside Chipotle, waiting for people, and of course, what do I say? "CONTEST: who has the most random item in their purse?"

Turns out, other people aren't as weird as I am. Most of the "most random" objects were practical thigns like a miny sewing kit, a bunch of bandaids, a bag of pens, etc. Although my friend Sarah did have a handful of brightly colored spoons she had previously slobbered all over, so I count that as I pretty random.

What were my items? Glow in the dark lipstick and a purple washcloth that has a picture of a bathtub on it and the words "Bathed by the Queen's Order."

Win.

Keyboarding Skills

So, for my Medical Front Office class we have to do a typing software every class for an hour. You know, the cheesey program you were forced to do in middle school in any computer essential class... where they have like an overly enthusiastic animated keyboard with a big smiley face say things like, "Watch me as I find the letter Q!!!"

(and of course you do an over-exagerated "OH MY GOODNESS! THERE IT IS!" in response)

So, I was working on it the other day, not really paying attention to what I was typing... and I realized the sentence I had just typed was...

"Mae slid on the ice, jumped the curb, and broke her thumb."

Really.

Now, this sounds like a pretty bad accident. And she walked away with nothing but a broken thumb? And of all the injuries Mae could have gotten, she broke her thumb?

I'm so not impressed by their lack of imagination.

"I'm Fast Boy"

Universal Truth: kids are hilarious.

I love picking up my cousin Jacob from elementary school, because I get to just sit there and watch all these kids run by (it seems to be a child philosphy that why walk when you can run?).

My favorite? This adorable little African American kid clutching his backpack ran by, muttering under his breath "I'm FAST BOY."

SO CUTE.

Hummahummanacknackmuhickeybitbidabo (it's just a fish)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!!!

You're the best of the best, pops, and I feel blessed be on belief to be your daughter. Hope you have an excellent year and find joy daily.

I love you!

Diego Update

SoOoOoOoOo....

I'm back! Geeeez, it's been a while. Explaination: so I wasn't doing too good for a while, so I didn't feel like posting, and then I was doing REALLY GOOD, and I wanted to blog, but was super busy, and then I was still good but not busy, and I was about to catch up on blogging... when my internet died. How come? Turns out Diego stepped on a key and disabled it. Yeah.

So now I have catching up to do!

We'll start with poor Diego, since I already mentioned him.

Oh, my poor, poor boy! (as I laugh) Poor kid got an absess on his haunches (heaven knows how the heck he got that, the vet thought my mom was lying when she said she didn't know, haha). I picked up something was wrong on a Thrusday morning, but everyone thought I was just babying my cat like usual... (Okay, come on guys. So I baby him. But in my babying, I also notice things. Like the fact that the cat hasn't sat down in hours and hasn't whined in days. ABNORMAL) So I'm all worried, cause I know somethings wrong, and nobody believes me, until I come home Friday night and my mom's like "OH MY GOSH, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH DIEGO!" like she discovered it... psh. Oh, silly.

So I'm all freaking out, because we're thinking it's artrhritis, and I'm suddenly having the mortality mindset, and I'm thinking about the fact that even if he's not dying this second, he's like, 13, and he's on his way out...

So I go out Saturday night for a girls night (had tons of fun), and when I pull up in the driveway at 11, my dad's car is gone, and I know where they've gone even before I find the note on the kitchen floor--- they found a 24 hour pet hospital... they were thinking that it might have been a blocked bowel, and since that could get ugly real fast, they rushed him in...

(Now, I might add here, that I'm aware that this is done on mostly my behalf. Yeah, sure, my parents love the cat too and don't want him to suffer. But they know that I'm going to be a pathetic mess when his time does come, and I think they're trying to put that off as long as they can... which is very, very sweet, might I add. Because I am a loser and I love this cat that was my best friend as a little kid.)

But it's just an absess. So, of course I'm freaking out because my babe is in the hospital WITHOUT ME, and he's probably scared out of his grape-sized pea brain mind and I SHOULD BE THERE... They take some blood, put him under, lance the thing, pop a drain in, and he's done. Well, they kept him overnight to be safe. But then he was done.

(Wow, this is dragging on. Sorry.)

Cone of shame!

So of course I go with my pop the next morning to pick the poor boy up, and what do we find? THEY SHAVED HALF HIS BUTT! Bahahahaha... not only that, but he's all cut up and got a little drain... but he has to wear a CONE OF SHAME!!!

Oh.,.. it was so sad. So pathetically sad and hilarious. Since he's a big boy, he had to have an extra-large cone, so as if a normal wasn't bad enough... this one got caught on everything as he tried to walk, and he's run into things and not get how to move around it, so he'd just sit there, run up against a wall, and just stare at it. It was soooooooo, sooo sad.

... But now he's good, and he's mostly healed, and his cone is gone and he's off his meds, and I think he's living life a little happier now after it all. His butt is a bit colder (bahahahaha)... but he's allllll good.

(When he was at the vet, they did blood test on him... the results were absolutely excellent for a cat his age, so he's here for quite a while more :D SEE! My babying extended his happy little life! HA!)

And, that, my friends, is your Diego update. More than you ever wanted to know, but what can I say. I love that cat like a fat kid loves pie.