Me: I was wondering, are you missing any of your little toy airplanes?
Son: Not that I know of, why?
Me: Because there’s one in the butter dish in the refrigerator.
Son: Oh, yeah!
I Don’t Even Ask Any More
Breeder's Corner, Geek Wannabe, General
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Jul 272006
It’s Official
Accounting Stuff, Geek Wannabe, General
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Jul 242006
I’ve signed up at the local community college, and in a few weeks I’ll start classes for accounting. With two or three years of work, I should be officially an accountant. AND THEN I SHALL RULE YOU ALL!! — I mean, wish me luck!
If It Ain’t One Damn Thing, It’s Another
Geek Wannabe, General
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Jul 182006
Yesterday I tossed my kid into the car and set out to run some errands.
We were almost to his orthodontist when the van began to overheat. I don’t mean it was getting a little bit warm, I mean the temperature gage was all the way into the red and the little red “OMG SO HOT” light was on. I turned the heater on full blast to help cool the engine for the rest of the way; after the orthodontist we abandoned our other errands and limped home. Later my dad and I babied the van up to the local mechanic’s and left her there to be looked at in the morning.
Seems my water pump is broken. Oh, joy.
I told my friends in IRC chat, “You know what it is. It’s paid for, that’s what it is.”
LOL
Geek Wannabe, General, Videos
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Jul 172006
This video is just twisted. The fact that I laughed most of the way through it is just evidence that I am, too.
(Not safe for work.)
“Huggable Urns”
Cat Tales, Geek Wannabe, General
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Jul 072006
As regular readers of my blog know, in excruciating detail, my cat died a few months ago. Basically he was old and his body called it quits.
The day before the vet came out for the last time, she mentioned that I might think about what I wanted to do with his remains. I didn’t really care much what happened to his body after he was done with it; I had the notion that I would bury him in the front yard in the area where he liked to sleep when he was alive. I talked to my husband about it that evening, in case he had a preference.
“I think I’d prefer to have him cremated,” was his opinion. He felt it would be kind of creepy to have Phurball buried in the yard.
I think it’s neat that I’ve been married to the guy for fifteen years and he’s still surprising me.
So we had him cremated. Turns out there’s a local company that specializes in pet cremations; the vet took the body over, and a couple of days later returned the ashes in a little plastic urn, tastefully wrapped in an embroidered velvet bag. I put it on the mantel, because I really didn’t know what else to do with it.
I think I should put the ashes in one of these things, and then start talking about Phurball as if he’s still alive while holding the thing on my lap and petting it compulsively. If someone tries to tactfully point out that the cat is dead, I’d just say, “Yes, I know,” and continue talking about him in the present tense.
Bet that would get rid of the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
This Is My Planner
Geek Wannabe, General
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Jul 032006
It’s nothing fancy, just a little one I got at an office supply store about ten years ago. At one point I tried using a larger one, but that one was so big that it was a pain to carry with me and I left it at home, and I wound up not using it because it was always where I was not.
I started using a planner because I was losing things. Not physical things like my shoes or my keys, but temporal things like doctor’s appointments and meetings with the kids’ teachers. I’ve never been a terribly organized person, but when I was the only person I had to keep track of I could manage all right. When I suddenly had to keep track of things for two other people as well, I found that my mental juggling skills just weren’t up to the job.
I had to teach myself to use the thing. Like any other habit, it took a while to establish; at first I would forget to write things in and thus would still lose things. Eventually it became routine to write things in the planner immediately, and check the thing daily to see what was coming up. I don’t have to try and store the details in my easily-overwhelmed little mind. It’s like having an external USB drive for my brain. My friends and family are all well-versed in the use of my cerebral extension; whenever they tell me about some event or information, they’ll tell me “put it in your planner” if it’s something important that must not be forgotten.
I’m quite fond of my little planner. It gives me the illusion that I know what the hell is going on.
