Weekly ramblings 6/16
So, in absence of anything truly interesting in the fictional category I'm gonna be making weekly updates and talking about random stuff. Enjoy the monotony that is my life.;P
I am starting the week off just home from cosmic bowling. Coordination not being a high skill set for me this is an activity better accomplished with some alcohol in my system. It's company night at the bowling alley. Most of the mall's shops were represented, ours was sadly lacking considering we employ more people than say, Tuxedo Junction. But what can you do?
I'm still trying to figure out my dvr. I need to find where I hid the instructions from myself so I can stop missing Burn Notice and I'm ready for Fall tv. Yes, indeed my life is that dull. :P
Also on a more adventurous note, I was able to corral all three cats into the bathroom for their seasonal ablutions. I'm not a crazy cat lady, only one is actually mine. I call her coma-cat. Of the three she was by far the quietest/mellowest cat I got into the bathtub. My mom's cat you'd have thought I was lighting her on fire with the howls she let out at truly impressive volumes. Gah!
Then came my sister's cat who meowed a bit and almost made good her escape but all for naught! Lastly I washed my own kitteh and she just sat and looked pitiful. I felt especially bad when I grabbed my body wash by mistake and had to suds her up again in the actual flea prevention kitty shampoo. This was one sudsy cat. I felt really evil for the number of times I had to put her through the rinse cycle. But she sure does smell pretty.
All was forgiven afterward though when I sat down to enjoy a rest from my travails. I apparently have a warm lap and the only thing stopping me from tossing her off of it was her shivering and sad little kitty squeaks. This cat does not meow like a normal feline, the mouth opens up but only a tiny sound comes out. Truly I have tried to harden my heart against this blatant manipulation of my softer feelings, but no luck on that front.
In other news I'm gonna pwn my coworker tomorrow for not showing up to bowl tonight as promised. I have been laboriously trudging through the Sookie Stackhouse books at her insistence(sometimes/usually accompanied by whining). And after I get suckered into 4 books, by which time she swears I'll love the vapid characters as she does*inswert whiplash inducing eye roll here*, she can't be arsed to show up and throw the 10 lb ball down the lane a few times, for free?! Dammit.
I dragged my sorry self to this function after my debacle of a day off and she just leaves me there to twist in the wind. Vengeance shall be mine!
That's all for now.
Next week, recaps from my grill party and hopefully success on my part with the maastering of the dvr. Wish me luck.
-Ellie
I am starting the week off just home from cosmic bowling. Coordination not being a high skill set for me this is an activity better accomplished with some alcohol in my system. It's company night at the bowling alley. Most of the mall's shops were represented, ours was sadly lacking considering we employ more people than say, Tuxedo Junction. But what can you do?
I'm still trying to figure out my dvr. I need to find where I hid the instructions from myself so I can stop missing Burn Notice and I'm ready for Fall tv. Yes, indeed my life is that dull. :P
Also on a more adventurous note, I was able to corral all three cats into the bathroom for their seasonal ablutions. I'm not a crazy cat lady, only one is actually mine. I call her coma-cat. Of the three she was by far the quietest/mellowest cat I got into the bathtub. My mom's cat you'd have thought I was lighting her on fire with the howls she let out at truly impressive volumes. Gah!
Then came my sister's cat who meowed a bit and almost made good her escape but all for naught! Lastly I washed my own kitteh and she just sat and looked pitiful. I felt especially bad when I grabbed my body wash by mistake and had to suds her up again in the actual flea prevention kitty shampoo. This was one sudsy cat. I felt really evil for the number of times I had to put her through the rinse cycle. But she sure does smell pretty.
All was forgiven afterward though when I sat down to enjoy a rest from my travails. I apparently have a warm lap and the only thing stopping me from tossing her off of it was her shivering and sad little kitty squeaks. This cat does not meow like a normal feline, the mouth opens up but only a tiny sound comes out. Truly I have tried to harden my heart against this blatant manipulation of my softer feelings, but no luck on that front.
In other news I'm gonna pwn my coworker tomorrow for not showing up to bowl tonight as promised. I have been laboriously trudging through the Sookie Stackhouse books at her insistence(sometimes/usually accompanied by whining). And after I get suckered into 4 books, by which time she swears I'll love the vapid characters as she does*inswert whiplash inducing eye roll here*, she can't be arsed to show up and throw the 10 lb ball down the lane a few times, for free?! Dammit.
I dragged my sorry self to this function after my debacle of a day off and she just leaves me there to twist in the wind. Vengeance shall be mine!
That's all for now.
Next week, recaps from my grill party and hopefully success on my part with the maastering of the dvr. Wish me luck.
-Ellie