A Stroke of Good Luck

So yesterday I contemplated ditching work for the day to help Andrew and Biff (wink wink) move furniture into our new condo. Well, good worker that I am, I decided to go anyway. When I got to work, the power was out in my building and the network was down. In layman's terms, no network = no workie. They tortured us for about 1.5 hours by trapping us in the freezing cold office before they let us leave with a jolly "Good Day!"
So, I was rewarded for fighting the temptation to skip work with a free paid vacation day! Can't get any better than that, eh?

House Guest

This week I have a very special visitor. She is Maggie, a beautiful black and orange tortie belonging to two of my many mini friends, Brian and Genelle. When they brought her over last night the start was promising enough. She confidently walked right out of her carrier and proceeded to check the place out, which was surprising to all. Chi Chi and Camille were instantly curious, and while a little cautious, they seemed friendly enough towards her, and she towards them also. Isabel, the (big booming voice) QUEEN OF THE DOMICILE, stayed atop her perch and seemed completely uninterested. Usually she is the first one to hiss and spit in someone's face since she has the most to lose, being the queen and all...so far so good

Well, 2:30 a.m. was a completely different story. I had been telling Isabel for days that her friend Maggie was coming to visit for a week, and she raised no objections, so as far as I knew, the arrangement was kosher (shout out to DEETOURDEE! CHOLLAH!!!)

"Not so!" she yelled as she chased poor Maggie all through the downstairs part of the house, making sure to wake all human occupants. Long story short, poor Isabel got to sleep by herself in a room for the rest of the night.

And so, the moral of the story is that when it comes to cats, ESPECIALLY the queen, nothing is really ok with them unless you get it in writing.

And yes, she can write.

She speaks Spanish too.

Exciting!

My life is so exciting, that here is the big happening as of late....i get home from work last night, and I find a card from the post office stating that I have a package. This is not just any package, but one that is insured and requires my signature to pick up.
Inconvenient, yet intriguing...more later when I pick it up :-)

Ailment of the Day...(Texas part II)

hypoglycemia
n : abnormally low blood sugar usually resulting from excessive insulin or a poor diet

Bodily defenses against hypoglycemia:
"...When the circulating level of blood glucose falls, the brain actually senses the drop. The brain then sends out messages that trigger a series of events, including changes in hormone and nervous system responses that are aimed at increasing blood glucose levels."
does that include extreme bitchiness???

So you may be asking yourself, why does this silly girl concern herself with hypoglycemia? Well, I had the pleasure of interacting with someone this weekend who continually blamed her pissiness on the fact that she was hypoglycemic and when she got hungry, it put her in a bad mood. That of course set off my lame-0-excuse radar, so I decided to look into this phenomenon.

Might it be possible to convince the inhabitants of your sphere of being that you have a serious medical problem that causes you to be disagreeable, yet relieves you of the blame because, after all, it is a medical condition...?

Believe it or not, many fell for this excuse left and right, despite the fact that if you just think about it rationally for about 30 seconds, it really doesn't make any sense at all. For one thing, the hypoglycemia-induced funk would swoop down and engulf princess when she didn't get her way, and then just as quickly retreat when things changed course. It was amazing to watch!
Secondly, anyone with this much of a problem with something would learn to be prepared in the event of emergency hunger pangs, right?

Alas, I must end this entry, for it is making me, shall we say, very HUNGRY...

Hellllloooooo, Dee....

So, I FINALLY gave into your nagging and started a blog, happy??? :-D
I must admit, I was inspired to blog after my lovely little weekend trip to the asshole of the universe....the one, the only......TEXAS!!!
Seriously, this is the most hellacious place on earth, and I can't wait to leave and never return. They need to build a huge wall around Texas to keep the insanity isolated. Bush could be the dictator/eternal president...
But then again, he would probably just launch an unfounded war with the US. History does repeat itself, no?