workless

well, so much for getting any work done tonight. i can't log into my vpn at work... so i can't get to my drawings and files... so i'll have to fix it tomorrow, so i can work this weekend, maybe i'll go in early-er... good thing my IT guys have me to do their job for them... good thing is that tomorrow's my boss's birthday, and one of the other electrical guys is bringing in donuts!!!
grumble... guess i'll play some guitar... perhaps i'll learn some scorpions, that's what i'm listening to now

oliver the cat

Oliver, the Six Million Dollar cat, had to go to the vet today, because he's been sick. He had the sneezes last weekend, but they went away, then yesterday he got worse, he had even less energy than normal, and wasn't eating... So i took him in this afternoon, got a whole gamut of tests run, came home and cut the grass, then went back to pick him up. So, $241.36 later, they're not exactly sure what he's got, hopefully just an infection, he's running a fever, that's about all the conclusive evidence there is of being sick. I've got a weeks worth of antibiotics to give him (fun, he loves pills) and we'll see how he's doing after that. He's lucky i like him, he was almost totaled today... $241 is way more than his blue book value...

caught !!!

Oliver the cat, isn't supposed to be on the dining room table, as a general rule. well, i had just finished cutting the grass, and i walk in the front door and hear "Umph" like the cat does when he jumps down from somewhere... so he comes up running, rubbing my sweaty grass stickin to leg, purring... the dining room table and i have parted ways recently, so i replaced it with my cheesy little card table, it's black with a poofy fake vinyl top and black chairs... so, i look over and see 4 little feet prints unsinking as the foam stretches back up... i looked at the cat and said "Caught Ya! The proof, my friend, is in the Padding". not that he cared, he'll be up there next time i walk thru the room, or in his favorite round chair, working on his memoirs.

energy

Someone says: yanno, it takes more energy to frown than it does to smile...
Reply: yeah, yanno it takes more energy to point that out than it does to leave me alone...
- Bill Hicks

flea market

i went out to the wentzville flea market this morning, i asked around, and there's still nobody selling fleas... i was looking for things to hang on my walls, trying to replenish the house. a bunch of the booths had closed up because it was drizzling a little.. i was noticing that most of the women there had more tattoos than teeth, and had a brilliant idea. why not have a booth that sells new and used bra's!! most everyone there could have used one, even some of the men. perhaps give a few away, to the "biggest" offender of the hour... there wasn't anything worth buying, redecorating mission failed. i'll try again when there's nicer weather.

dentist

Ahhh, just got back from the dentist (enter minty breath). it had been over a year since i was there because they stopped sending out reminders, and didn't remind us about this... but anyways, still cavity free... haven't had one yet.

Hmmm

Hi fellow bloggers, readers of other people's crap, freetime enhanced folks, alien creatures milking my wireless node... whoever's watching... it's been about a month since my last blog.. haven't had anything to say lately, had alot to think about, but nothing to publish... is "blogger's cramp" in the dictionary yet? it's a strange world out there (you aliens already know that) oh well, it's bedtime... g'nite