batty batty batty batty - doin' the battybat!

hmmm....had a loverly weekend! Went into Boston for a birthday party - a group of us went out and ended up @ Bell in Hand - twas okay at first, the drinks were reeeeeeally tasty and soon we found ourselves flailing about to the music on the second floor. Stringbean is a riot with the menfolk, unfortunately for us she and Whora try to pass them off on the rest of us. Stories not fit to type here....Got back to the apt. by 3 and had to leave early cuz Amsel had a baby showa to attend and I had a family picnic out of state~which was actually a good time, also. The weatha was beeeeaaautiful. And now, the weekend has passed. wanh! And I hafta work Saturday, but I took next Tuesday off...now I'm thinking I should've picked another day cuz I work 12:30-8 on Tuesdays and if I picked another day then I woulda had TWO days to sleep in late!!!!!!!! aaaaah crikees! The Count's Obsessive-Compulsive DisorderIt started with a simple affection for counting andthe terror it induced in others, didn't it?But now it's turned into a full-blownlife-consuming chaotic nightmare of order,repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism.You used to be so grand, but now you findyourself obsessively worrying over the littlestthings--like, maybe if you don't check thelight switch at least once every two minutes,the electricity will go out (and damnit, you'rea vampire--that shouldn't be a problem!), ormaybe if you don't wash your hands until yourseams are coming out, you'll get some fataldisease. Get yourself some treatment. Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You? brought to you by Quizilla

Leopold

Wanh! My beta fish, Leopold is sickly with the Dropsy. Poor thing! He's bloated and can't swim very well, so he either lays at the bottom or sits in his plant. He does have an appetite and his scales aren't pineconey yet, but I researched this illness and I've found it's almost always fatal unless you catch it early. He's been imbalanced(physically of course) for a few weeks now, maybe 2 months, but I've only just noticed his belly growing. I wish for the fish version of the immaculate conception, but I don't think this is it. I can't afford to fix him cuz I'd have to get another tank and a heater..tho I think I have one somewhere and some meds and blahbitty blah. I do love him dearly, as he always greets me bowlside when I enter the room and seems to enjoy me serenading him: Le-ah-pold - swimmin' in yer bowl- Le-ah-pold - you betta grow old -with meeeee. Well, I HAVE had him for 2.5 years and their life expectancy is 2-3 years....so ....I just have to find out how to kill him! All the info I find is conflicting(& cruel for MY mental health:throwing him agains the floor, chopping his head off - and cutting out the brain!) but I think the best option is to put some drops of clove oil in his bowl, its an anisthetic & as long as you don't return the fish to clean water they're supposed to drift off to the ocean in the sky...or whatever. I will be ridden with guilt if I have to kill him ~ and if I let him suffer. If I find out he just had gas, I'll be so pissed. Let's have a moment of silence for my lil buddy *sniff*sniff*I LOVES HIM!

zzzzz

I can't win. As soon as I came home tonite I fell into bed and slept for 2 hours. But now I'm still tired...wanh! I was hoping it would put a spring in my step. I feel more like I've got a stone in my head. I must perk up. PERKY PERKY! at least I think I won't have trouble getting to sleep later on...I was afeared I might be awake until the wee hours. Then again I can get my second wind around 11 if I make it till then.oooooh the tragedy.At least there's a very cool program on PBS about high school seniors who have won the Presidential Something Scholarship for the Arts. Crikee I've gotta git to work being creative cuz these kids can kick my arse.

bizzie

Busy: v, to be involved in a taskBizzie: n, my paternal side of the family's reference to a fart, as in "Pardon me! I just did a bizzie. Musta been from all that brocolli. I'm sorry about the stench, but can't you appreciate the fact that I'm not in pain anymore?" I just got home and I'll be back to work too soon! We had a staff training seminar for customer service so I had to go in for 9 am and then work through till 8 cuz today was my night shift. UGH. The class woulda been fine had it been only one hour - but 4 and a half! I was cold and I kept drinking coffee, then water cuz I had a tickle in my throat and all that did was make me hafta pee. loverly. At least the bathroom was a break from "how not to be condescending" to the public. honk shooey honk shooey with droolI need a car. I like my rental well enuf - it's so nice having a CD player and power steering! And automatics are a breeze! But the Tupperwheels costing me too much so I hafta hurry and harrass StanDaMan for the the junky, but FREE! Subaru. I hope it lasts a while. I don't want car payments.what else what else what else???I'm so pooped when I get home I don't have time for ME. I don't have energy to be creative~thankfully I get to be somewhat so at work, even tho that kinda shtuff isn't that challenging~I don't know how people work full time and have kids! I can just take care of m'self. I feel like it's rush rush rush - rush in the mornin' cuz I sleep as late as I can possibly get away with plus 10 minutes, rush @ work with a million different tasks, rush @ lunch cuz it's not long enuf, rush to get home cuz traffic's a biddlyatch, rush to eat so I can rush to relax, rush to sleep cuz I stayed up too late watching TV in my zombie like state. I'm so...busy!

object d'sex

who wants to be one?

Sniffles the clown

So last week I had to file a gazillion papers - craft ideas, but mostly hundreds(seemed like that much) of flyers and letters and promotional pamphlets and postcards from programmers. The scariest one I came across was a full color(frighteningly brilliant and bright) postcard from Waffles the Clown. I would have preferred Crusty. This guy's name alone freaked me out. I don't like clowns that much...but lately, what with my nose sniffling, I've decided if I were to be a clown that would be my name. It would make a lot of sense, too. Cuz I'd have nasal problems from all the coke I'd be sniffin' what with being dealing with being a CLOWN.anyway.I slept till 1 pm today. I can't remember the last time I did that....but it was cuz I was up till 4 am watching a documentary I rented about a mentally challenged man. It was really good - the first DVD was the original documentary from the 1970s when no one gave a hoot about PCness and he was a retard, and the second DVD was an update 20 years later about what's happened since. If you're ever desperate enuf to spend three hours watching a touching view on a jewish family and the growing independence of their son, go rent Best Boy/Best Man. Tomorrow I'm gonna watch another doc called A Brother's Keeper, it's a "heartwarming tale of murder".Ok ok....so after I woke I got my arse outa bed and showered and dressed and defied my pillow calling out for me and did some errands. I had to return a skirt to a store and of course I bought another, and some pants, and and and. And then Amsel and I were all highschoolish and walked 'round the mall tonite and made up for our childish Sat. night by spending our money at the Xmas tree shoppe. God we're fogies. Then I got all teary in the driveway cuz I miss my old work pals A LOT, and then I thought of lotsa other peeps I miss. Oooh well. So Sniffles it is.

fishface

What an evening! Was a lil late gittin' to pic up the Sauna..so the reservation Amsel put in was given away by the time we got to Osaka, but we were seated in a timely fashion nevertheless. We got a plate of sushi for one,which was a lot and then 2 dishes of some rollies and in her excitement Amsel ordered a second dish of 10 items which we couldn't eat at all, so she took it home...it wasn't cheap either and she was trying to cancel the order but couldn't do it in time. Of course, we DID have room for dessert and it was Mango(really tasted like some sorta peachy vegetable) ice cream for Amsel and the Sauna and tempura green tea for me...the doughy part was nasasstay but the ice cream was good. I dunno about green tea, it's flavor could best be described as icy. There was an incident with the water waiter that I'm too tired to tell right now...but all in all it was an entertaining evening and I will definetly make Osaka another resting place for my ever expanding bootay.I think I caught a cold in my right nostril. I hope it doesn't progress to the state where a plug of tissue is required whilst I sleep.

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....today was fine. Reg. was fine...kids were cute...though I could see the wildness in some of their little eyes. yikes.Had a dizzy spell, but felt better once I was out of the building....Chine Star for dinR and then to Amy's to chat and play with her Adobe Illustrator program. I can't download it onto our computer yet WANH!!!!perhaps I'll finagle a tree out of the packing paper that came with my supply order today...the C-bird will either be greatly impressed or tear it down. I'm still shocked she didn't say anything to me about my cornstalks. They are quite fabulous considering I had to fashion them out of green construction paper- they are almost on the verge of being somewhat realistic enuf to be in the background of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.at least I got anotha paycheck! I'm being very frugal. It's a shock to my system.sleeeeeepy....must git to sleeep so I can be perky tomorry after work for sushi @ Osaka! yumbo

p...

phewers, today went by fast. I don't even remember whadahell I did before lunch...er...umm...I DO know I sat at a computer and updated flyers gallore after my scrum-diddle-umptious meal. I wish we had more staff computers - we only have one between all(a whopping 3) of us and we all seem to need it at the same time. I think in the new building Yaya will get her own and me and the C-bird will share...which is fine cuz I don't think she uses it too too much. Oh wait! Now I recall whadahell I did b4 lunch - I was on desk duty and weeded a bit. Oh yeah, can I multi-task or wha. Tomorry is registration day and I hope not too many tykes sign up for the programs I hafta do cuz being in a room with 50 peeps and half of them under 3 years...YOWZA!I got a loverly text msg on my phone...can't reveal all the sordid details, but it made me blush..u know who u are!I hear sirens.They're getting louder.I gotta git!

honk shooo

My life is just a thrilling adventure fit to be captured on the big screen for the masses to flock to in awe and admiration.I had to go to a k-2 open house tonite and 'represent' yo'. It wasn't that bad, I got to set up a table with all our good shite and wear some ladybug wings. And I got a half cup of lemonade. suhweeet. And there were some families there, too, of course. Ok...the wings were the best part. And you're thinkin' I was FORCED to wear'em....but I AM a fairy afterall.

d...

duhrrrr...here's some news - went to my cousin Mark's wedding today - it was great, and so's his new wife. The ceremony was at the park in my hometown, in the Japanese gardens, and the weather was goijus! Then on to the Log Cabin which has spectaculah views of the mountains...and a spectaculah bartendress who knew everyone's drinks after the first request. Justin accidentally put a 10 bucker in her tip jar, thinking it was a 1 and had to fish it out...which wasn't hard cuz there was only one other dollar in there at the time. He found a single, tho. What's less tactful, taking out a big bill and replacing it, or making change with the tip money in the jar like this other guy did..hmm? My uncles got their groove on, I swear there's a recessive African gene in them cuz they can actually danceto the beat of the music, not the beat in their heads like all the other folks. Even grandpa was shakin' his groove thang and he said he was just getting warmed up cuz he's "from southern Sweden"(???)The rest of us WASPS flailed our limbs about like we were wearing itchy wool sweaters that were bunched up in our armpits. I looked purty dang snazzy in my new glamo-gal dress and grandmother's only complaint was why wasn't I wearing any jewelry. She should be happy I was in such a fancy frock with my hair up so she could see my "beautiful face" not "hidden by my mane of hair". Love you too, Gram!Brenda and I dodged the tossing of the bouquet for fear of getting a strange man sliding a garter belt up our legs. Table 6 ruled with a mix of Mark and Anna's cousins,longtime pals and work friends, one of which had about 2 lbs of metal embedded in his head. We were in the corner and misbehaved the entire time whilst getting sloshed(is that the correct term Funktress?) Twas goodtimes and I was able to escape from the dance floor after being pulled onto it pre-inebration. doh! I did feel bad and hope the guy didn't take it personally, but I need to get tipsy enuf so the reflection of me dancing in the windows isn't a shock to my system.I'm told I'm supposed to sleep with a piece o' the cake under my pillow and I'll dream of the man I'll marry...but considering who's been in my dreams lately I'll pass. That and I don't want to be blinded by buttercream frosting.

Once upon a time in land FURTHER away...

So I gots me a new job. doing the same ole thang, but more of it and more moolah. whoopdeewhoop. I don't like it so much and I'm entering week 3. I hope it gets better cuz I DO like the paychecks.The people there are pretty nice....just not a great diversity - except for me and one other chic and the janitor and the director they are all grandmothers, some perhaps GREAT grandmas. One old lady drives the bookmobile and another is much more spry, I'm told, what with her new hip! The janitor could be retired and I will never ask him for a ladder again, for the risk of him lugging it to me could easiy lead to a coronary. This is NOT the exciting change I was in need of and I'm too tired to paint. wanh!So my plan is this - suck it up and save up as much moolah as I can so I can break outa here b4 I'm too old and feeble to care.Then there's the car. Or lack there of. I think my uncle is giving me his subaru...it's not purty but I'm told it drives and it's free. Which I've learned means receiving it is free, but maintaining it will not be. joy of joys to own a car built in the decade in which I am currently living. That is a goal!