Thursday, March 6, 2008
This is bugging me
What flavor is yellow cake? Or white cake for that matter? If it were candy it would be easy. Yellow is lemon and white is pineapple or coconut. Duh. But we're talking cake here people. We've all had yellow and white cake mix before, so what flavor is it?
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Travel woes
Well, today was the day that I was suppose to go to Antigua. Even though I have known for at least a month that I couldn't go, I still felt depressed today.
A friend of mine (we've been friends since Middle School) was going on a cruise. It wasn't coming to my island, but she thought that maybe, just maybe, we could meet up on one of the islands that it did go to. Hell ya! I was really excited. I had to choose between Puerto Rico, Antigua, and Tortola. The choice was easy. I had heard so much about Antigua that I knew I wanted to go there. I hate Puerto Rico (long story, let's save it for another day). Tortola is British and expensive to get to. Yay! I was going to Antigua.
Then, reality hit. This wouldn't be cheap. But how many times would I be able to do something like this? I talked to Itchy. There was no way that he could go. I felt guilty. It wouldn't be fair to him if I got to go have a super fun time and he had to stay here. He wants to see the other islands too. I felt really bad. Itchy told me not to worry about it. It was only going to be 2 days. I still couldn't make up my mind.
Well, as it turns out I didn't have to think about it too much. The decision was made after talking to the surgeon that worked on Patches. We found out that Patches has cancer. It wasn't a huge surprise, as I suspected it all along, but it hurt to hear those words. So instead of planning a trip to Antigua for a day of fun I was frantically emailing every vet I knew for advice. With the added expense of everything that goes along with cancer, I just couldn't justify spending money on this trip.
I hope it was beautiful in Antigua today. I hope that my friend and her family had a great time. I hope that she emails me pictures. I just wish that I could have been there.
A friend of mine (we've been friends since Middle School) was going on a cruise. It wasn't coming to my island, but she thought that maybe, just maybe, we could meet up on one of the islands that it did go to. Hell ya! I was really excited. I had to choose between Puerto Rico, Antigua, and Tortola. The choice was easy. I had heard so much about Antigua that I knew I wanted to go there. I hate Puerto Rico (long story, let's save it for another day). Tortola is British and expensive to get to. Yay! I was going to Antigua.
Then, reality hit. This wouldn't be cheap. But how many times would I be able to do something like this? I talked to Itchy. There was no way that he could go. I felt guilty. It wouldn't be fair to him if I got to go have a super fun time and he had to stay here. He wants to see the other islands too. I felt really bad. Itchy told me not to worry about it. It was only going to be 2 days. I still couldn't make up my mind.
Well, as it turns out I didn't have to think about it too much. The decision was made after talking to the surgeon that worked on Patches. We found out that Patches has cancer. It wasn't a huge surprise, as I suspected it all along, but it hurt to hear those words. So instead of planning a trip to Antigua for a day of fun I was frantically emailing every vet I knew for advice. With the added expense of everything that goes along with cancer, I just couldn't justify spending money on this trip.
I hope it was beautiful in Antigua today. I hope that my friend and her family had a great time. I hope that she emails me pictures. I just wish that I could have been there.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Datch
A few semesters ago (we measure time in semesters down here, they are 4 months long in case you were wondering) I noticed someone a little weird. He seemed to be at every party. These were school parties so everyone kind of knows everyone. Or at least which semester people are in. It's a small island and an even smaller campus.
Anyway, this guy didn't look like he fit in at all. The first party he was at, I tried to figure out who he was. Not in the obvious go and talk to him way, but more the ask around a little and then start making things up in my head variety. No one had seen him on campus. Ok, he could be a first semester. But eaves dropping on other first semesters proved that they didn't know him either. Over time we (Shots* and I) decided that he was probably a med or nursing student, maybe a local.
We were sort of obsessed with him. Not in a "he's cute" kind of way, but a "good lord he's here too" kind of way. We named him Datch. He was always wearing a t-shirt and faded jeans with flip flops. The t-shirt always had the word DATCH on it. Always. He had a stance too. I do a great impression of it. He was always standing like that. Beer in one hand, thumb hooked on his pocket and one knee bent. Here's a picture (sorry about the quality, I was drinking, we were in a dark bar, and I had to crop people out).
Shots and I made a game of pointing him out to one another. Apparently, Shots and I also like to take A LOT of pictures when we've had too much to drink. Like hundreds of pictures in a single night. Up close. In people's faces. Makes for some really unfortunate pictures. Thank goodness for digital cameras. Now, amongst those in your face pictures, we started taking pictures of Datch. Lots of pictures. To be honest, we weren't very sneaky about it either. He totally saw us. He even smiled for a lot of the pictures. It was fun. It made some really boring parties more interesting.
It was all ruined one night. Intentionally by one person. It is one of Itchy's friends. Without going into too much detail, Itchy's friend went up to Datch and asked him to come and meet us. We asked him not to talk to Datch. He did it anyway because he likes to be a jerk. He ruined it. We learned way too much about him. It did not coincide with the stories we made up. Itchy's friend ruined all our fun.
Anyway, I saw him out last night at the beach bars. He was doing what he always did.
*Shots is someone that we hang out with a lot. She likes to do shots. She is from Utah. I'm pretty sure she has sisterwives.
Anyway, this guy didn't look like he fit in at all. The first party he was at, I tried to figure out who he was. Not in the obvious go and talk to him way, but more the ask around a little and then start making things up in my head variety. No one had seen him on campus. Ok, he could be a first semester. But eaves dropping on other first semesters proved that they didn't know him either. Over time we (Shots* and I) decided that he was probably a med or nursing student, maybe a local.
We were sort of obsessed with him. Not in a "he's cute" kind of way, but a "good lord he's here too" kind of way. We named him Datch. He was always wearing a t-shirt and faded jeans with flip flops. The t-shirt always had the word DATCH on it. Always. He had a stance too. I do a great impression of it. He was always standing like that. Beer in one hand, thumb hooked on his pocket and one knee bent. Here's a picture (sorry about the quality, I was drinking, we were in a dark bar, and I had to crop people out).
Shots and I made a game of pointing him out to one another. Apparently, Shots and I also like to take A LOT of pictures when we've had too much to drink. Like hundreds of pictures in a single night. Up close. In people's faces. Makes for some really unfortunate pictures. Thank goodness for digital cameras. Now, amongst those in your face pictures, we started taking pictures of Datch. Lots of pictures. To be honest, we weren't very sneaky about it either. He totally saw us. He even smiled for a lot of the pictures. It was fun. It made some really boring parties more interesting.
It was all ruined one night. Intentionally by one person. It is one of Itchy's friends. Without going into too much detail, Itchy's friend went up to Datch and asked him to come and meet us. We asked him not to talk to Datch. He did it anyway because he likes to be a jerk. He ruined it. We learned way too much about him. It did not coincide with the stories we made up. Itchy's friend ruined all our fun.
Anyway, I saw him out last night at the beach bars. He was doing what he always did.
*Shots is someone that we hang out with a lot. She likes to do shots. She is from Utah. I'm pretty sure she has sisterwives.
Sorry Cuddles
I feel really bad. Really I do. I'm so sorry. But I'm sure that your new home with new owners will be nice. I'll do my best to advocate for a great new home for you.
See the thing is, Itchy and I forgot his birthday. Again. For the 5th straight year. He's 5. Yes, we have forgotten Every Single One of his birthdays. I'm pretty sure that at this point a representative from CATIO* is going to come and rescue him. There will probably be a lawsuit. I'll be obligated to pay for his legal fees, the cost of finding a new home (including his moving fees), once a week therapy for 6 months, and a hefty fee for my own ignorance.
Now, in my defense, he did come from a shelter. They just guessed on how old he was. We arbitrarily picked March 1st based on the shelter's guess at age. They should take some of the blame. Maybe they should have guessed better.
If we are lucky and Cuddles does not file a grievance with CATIO against us, we have a new contract for him to look over. With any luck, he'll sign it and forgive us. The new contract includes 1.)total forgiveness (we basically forget that this ever happened), 2.) his birthday will be changed to St. Patrick's Day (he has lovely green eyes and let's face it, he is a drunk), 3.) we will do our best not to forget, 4.) he will get a special treat on his birthday.
I'll let you know how it goes.
*Cats Against Terribly Ignorant Owners
See the thing is, Itchy and I forgot his birthday. Again. For the 5th straight year. He's 5. Yes, we have forgotten Every Single One of his birthdays. I'm pretty sure that at this point a representative from CATIO* is going to come and rescue him. There will probably be a lawsuit. I'll be obligated to pay for his legal fees, the cost of finding a new home (including his moving fees), once a week therapy for 6 months, and a hefty fee for my own ignorance.
Now, in my defense, he did come from a shelter. They just guessed on how old he was. We arbitrarily picked March 1st based on the shelter's guess at age. They should take some of the blame. Maybe they should have guessed better.
If we are lucky and Cuddles does not file a grievance with CATIO against us, we have a new contract for him to look over. With any luck, he'll sign it and forgive us. The new contract includes 1.)total forgiveness (we basically forget that this ever happened), 2.) his birthday will be changed to St. Patrick's Day (he has lovely green eyes and let's face it, he is a drunk), 3.) we will do our best not to forget, 4.) he will get a special treat on his birthday.
I'll let you know how it goes.
*Cats Against Terribly Ignorant Owners
Sunday, March 2, 2008
One more thing
Just so you know, I will be replying to the comments made (when appropriate) in the comments section. I see that someone has figured out how to leave her name on her comments. *Waves to Sunshine*
Itchy taking a break
So many topics, so little time. The computer battery died forcing Itchy to take a break from staring at power point slides. It's recharging now so I get to feed the addiction.
This weekend was interesting. We met up with a few friends on Friday night. One of them owed Itchy a shot because of his vast knowledge of Jeopardy!. She lost a bet. No Eye KIV this time. We called it a night pretty early because we all had to get up early to wash dogs.
Well, they HAD to wash dogs. I volunteered. The school has 20 some dogs that are used for various educational reasons. As part of their routine care, the dogs are bathed every month or so. This was Itchy's weekend. We thought that washing 20 some dogs would take a considerable amount of time so I volunteered to help. It went surprisingly well and fast. I did manage to get hurt. No big surprise there. Nervous dog=bruises and road rash. Oh well.
Of course, we had the weekly visit to IGA. Why do we always get the person in training at the checkout? Why? I chose aisle 1 for a reason. She is my favorite checkout lady. She's fast and polite. But the people training to bag groceries defeats it all. I swear I personally have done more for the training program at that store than any other customer.
We also had football this weekend. Itchy's team had a bye week so even though he didn't play, he had to set up the fields. Which means that I had to help. It started to rain while we were setting up. It poured just as we finished. It was sunny, muggy, and hot when the games started. I blame the Mormons when it rains during field setup.
By the way, the s key is really starting to bother me.
This weekend was interesting. We met up with a few friends on Friday night. One of them owed Itchy a shot because of his vast knowledge of Jeopardy!. She lost a bet. No Eye KIV this time. We called it a night pretty early because we all had to get up early to wash dogs.
Well, they HAD to wash dogs. I volunteered. The school has 20 some dogs that are used for various educational reasons. As part of their routine care, the dogs are bathed every month or so. This was Itchy's weekend. We thought that washing 20 some dogs would take a considerable amount of time so I volunteered to help. It went surprisingly well and fast. I did manage to get hurt. No big surprise there. Nervous dog=bruises and road rash. Oh well.
Of course, we had the weekly visit to IGA. Why do we always get the person in training at the checkout? Why? I chose aisle 1 for a reason. She is my favorite checkout lady. She's fast and polite. But the people training to bag groceries defeats it all. I swear I personally have done more for the training program at that store than any other customer.
We also had football this weekend. Itchy's team had a bye week so even though he didn't play, he had to set up the fields. Which means that I had to help. It started to rain while we were setting up. It poured just as we finished. It was sunny, muggy, and hot when the games started. I blame the Mormons when it rains during field setup.
By the way, the s key is really starting to bother me.
Sticky Keys
This is annoying. A few keys on the keyboard are sticky. I have to put in actual effort to use those keys. This will, no doubt, increase the number of typos. In case you wanted to know, the following keys are the ones causing a problem:
5
S
Left Shift
X
Not like I use any of those keys, right?
5
S
Left Shift
X
Not like I use any of those keys, right?
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