SalĂșt,
I thought it was the weather that was making me tired. I guess it's the overall lack of sleep that I seem to suffer from...
At the sobering hour of 0245, my cat Apollo felt the need to bring the All-Powerful Can Opener, He with the Mighty Opposable Thumbs (that's me) a LIVE sacrifice in thanks for feeding him.
E. was not happy. Not. Happy.
So I get to spend the next 45 minutes crawling around on my hands and knees trying to herd this terrified mouse into a glass from the bathroom so I can take the poor sinner back outside. While I'm doing this, I have to fight back the cats who want to kill the mouse and deal with my wife who is alternating shrieking (when the mouse runs towards her) and laughing (when my ass is in the air while tring to use a broomstick to un-wedge the mouse from under the closet).
Great. And I wonder why I'm tired.
Seriously, I love my kittehs - I'm thrilled that they have the opportunity to be the mini-predators that they were designed to be. I'm less than thrilled that they have to do this sort of shit in the middle of the night. At least I don't have to walk them at 3 a.m. to prevent them from shitting on the rug in front of the door like my friend had to do with his Golden Retriever.
Moving right along...
I wonder if this kid did this just because the popular kids didn't ask him to go to Daytona?
Wal-Mart Spring Break!
Pax,
Pathfinder
My tale of going forth into the unknown. Follow my life and times as an expatriate living in Europe.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Man, am I tired.
Servus!
Monday again and I'm about ready to fall face forward into the keyboard. It's gotta be the weather.
Since I'm talking about being tired, maybe I should mention that I'm tired of a lot of things -
I'm tired of my house being a eternal construction site. Seriously, it seems that as soon as one area of the house is finished (or near completion) E. starts looking at another area. Kitchen done? Well, let's start on the bedroom! I love navigating the obstacle course of boxes at 06:00 in the dark trying to get to the coffee machine while needing to take a leak.
I'm tired of people coming to my desk and thinking that I have nothing else better to do than to take care of their needs. I guess that the stack of processes and the 237 windows open on my desktop mean that I've got plenty of time to take care of your meeting room request that will turn up nothing because I've mentioned about a thousand times that a week lead time is needed if you want to find anything.
I'm tired of having to clean the catbox every damned day. Kitties - it's Spring, the door is open all night, can't you two shit outside? And while I'm talking to the kitties, quit clawing the frigging orange chair! If you keep your claws out of the orange chair, I won't feel compelled to try to drown you with the tiny water pistol that I keep on the bedside table.
I suppose that it could be a whole lot worse. On with the day!
Pax,
Pathinder
Monday again and I'm about ready to fall face forward into the keyboard. It's gotta be the weather.
Since I'm talking about being tired, maybe I should mention that I'm tired of a lot of things -
I'm tired of my house being a eternal construction site. Seriously, it seems that as soon as one area of the house is finished (or near completion) E. starts looking at another area. Kitchen done? Well, let's start on the bedroom! I love navigating the obstacle course of boxes at 06:00 in the dark trying to get to the coffee machine while needing to take a leak.
I'm tired of people coming to my desk and thinking that I have nothing else better to do than to take care of their needs. I guess that the stack of processes and the 237 windows open on my desktop mean that I've got plenty of time to take care of your meeting room request that will turn up nothing because I've mentioned about a thousand times that a week lead time is needed if you want to find anything.
I'm tired of having to clean the catbox every damned day. Kitties - it's Spring, the door is open all night, can't you two shit outside? And while I'm talking to the kitties, quit clawing the frigging orange chair! If you keep your claws out of the orange chair, I won't feel compelled to try to drown you with the tiny water pistol that I keep on the bedside table.
I suppose that it could be a whole lot worse. On with the day!
Pax,
Pathinder
Friday, March 24, 2006
Again, we begin
Servus!
Sometimes you have to take a look at what you are doing and realize that it's time to start fresh.
That's what this is.
Not like anyone actually SAW the old post but it makes me feel a whole lot better to do this. Changing the "green" format was necessary as well.
On with the show...
Pathfinder
Sometimes you have to take a look at what you are doing and realize that it's time to start fresh.
That's what this is.
Not like anyone actually SAW the old post but it makes me feel a whole lot better to do this. Changing the "green" format was necessary as well.
On with the show...
Pathfinder
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