seriously . . .

. . . folks, it's vacation time. I don't think I have done a single thing that I haven't wanted to since I turned grades in. I've shopped. I've read. I've dreamt. Lots going on that I naturally won't blog about (I like remaining the enigma in certain situations, like life), but right now life is simply splendid. Going to see my best friend for the first time in about two years - which is too long of course. Way too long, but that is life. People move away.

I do have pics of the rats, but can't upload them on this computer just now (long story involving a messed up drive and irritation at calling HP's help desk, etc.).

Wolfie is sitting here on the couch next to me, which he knows he is not supposed to do, but really, we don't get to see each other much, so I cut him slack. Such a sweet dog. He doesn't know it yet, but I suspect there is a bath in his future.

Yeah, I know. I don't blog for a while then I do and I dish about dog baths. Fun stuff. I'm off until the new year, unless something earth shattering to report.

Merry Christmas!

packing. . .

. . . the menagerie to head out to Chatty tomorrow. It's eighty degrees outside. In December. Do I need to make the global warming reference? Do I? Huh? (Hello Mr. Bush! Talking to you.)

So, yes, I have acquired two new household residents. Pictures later today, if all goes well. I am so excited to share them with you. I finally found their names: Schooner and Mason. They've been going by The Boys, and I've had numerous requests by various parties to just name them already. They are amazingly cute, and excited to be living here. Such attitudes too.

Oh, did I mention they are rats? Rescues of course. I knew if I held out long enough I would find a rat that needed a home somewhere here in Wilmy. And then I found two. And they are so funny - this morning (and yes, you are going to be subjected to many tales of how-cute-are-the-rats), when I came downstairs they rush to the corner of the cage to greet me as usual, and Schooner kept pushing Mason's head away in his excitement. It was too precious. Seriously. Like first graders pushing each other out of the line to be the first to go to recess. Ah, The Boys!

Okay, back to packing. Can't wait to get to Chattanooga. The dogs! The dogs! I know it - I am giddy. It's disgusting. I am going now, before this gets out of control.

the car . . .

. . . drama continues. The freaking door. Always the door. I should have gone with my original plan, and had them remove the door instead of fixing it. Yes, it would have a bit chilly driving around, but here is a perfect example of how global warming could be working for me.

Going away for the weekend. Luckily, not with my stupid car.

Will possibly have pictures of the thing I was going to tell you about, but haven't yet, soon. Maybe early next week. We'll see. It all depends. On various factors having nothing to do with anything real or even imagined. I just like messing with you.

i should add. . .

. . . that I did something I will eventually blog about, but not just yet. Let's just say that no, I haven't lost my mind, and yes, it was a good decision. Crap. Will tell you shortly. (Definitely.)

so busy. . .

. . . that I haven't had a chance to blog. Or bathe. Or read for pleasure. Or shop for Christmas. Or clean.

Okay, kidding about the bathing thing.

Grading and listening to UNCTV and their pledge drive, which means the horrid crappy pledge pleas in between the programming. Whatever. Right now they are doing the Doo-Wop thing. How is it that I know every single one of these songs? It isn't like I have ever intentionally listened to Doo-Wop. But I love it. All of it. Great stuff.

Okay, back to the grind. And the coffee.