The day starts slowly. The Professor didn’t come to bed until 5:00 a.m.. This means I won’t see him until one at the earliest. The first words out of his mouth will be “I’m hungry“. By the time he gets his act together it will be two. By the time we figure out where he…
I get home. The puddles of cat barf are missing. Yay! Then The Professor tells me in detail how Warrior Princess only got sick twice last night, both times in the hallway, and how he cleaned up right away. I let him tell me twice, and then asked “So you didn’t have to clean any…
NON-U.S. OLYMPIANS ASKED TO UNITE BEHIND AMERICA BY FINISHING BEHIND AMERICA Park City, Utah – Saying there could be no greater blow to the enemies of freedom than to see the United States win gold, President George W. Bush today called upon non-U.S. Olympians to unite behind America by finishing behind America. Satirewire ♀♂♀♂♀♂♀♂♀♂ Damn…
This day is not starting well. Four o’clock in the morning, I was awakened by a persistent scratching at the bedroom door. I rolled over and ignored it, but it wouldn’t go away. Just to make life more miserable, my kidneys decided to wake up at about the same time as the door-scratching started. Between…
Noo Noo: Magnetic Poetry Homepage Picture lots of words on magnets that you can arrange and rearrange to form sentences, and you have the general idea. I have metal file cabinets in my office, and they are covered with the words, and some poems. allimom: Kinda sorta inna way.
It looks like we have The Professor’s aunt and uncle coming to stay with us the weekend of Feb. 22nd. They stayed with us for a weekend last year, and while I enjoy their company, I was totally fried by the end of their stay. What to do with four adults and three cats in…
[Obligatory note: If you read this as a personal attack on your participation in sports or in a sports event, then you haven’t read what I’ve written. I may not understand the point of sports, but I don’t understand the point of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches either. I will still defend to the death…
to Salamander’s humble diary “The View from Under My Rock” is TraumaMama911. For this achievement, I’m afraid there’s no prize what-so-ever, but I’ll see if I can’t fix that for the next time. Thanks to everyone for playing, and stay tuned for our next winner at level 5000.
From Worthums to Sweetstar to me: 10 years ago… 1. I was 35 years old. 2. I had been married thirteen years. 3. I had just returned to college to redo all my undergraduate science and math courses in preparation for applying to veterinary school. 4. I was scared shitless. 5 years ago… 1. I…
OK, I’ve calmed down a bit from last night. Yes, The Professor was talking out of extreme frustration. But he is one of the worst time-management people I have ever met. “Time” for him is a superfluous concept, and clocks exist only to make his life miserable. More often than not he has no concept…