And Still

Nothing still happened today. After overtime, I ran by the store and picked up a piece of furniture, a bread pan, and some crickets. I searched the toy store for a part for my project, but I couldn't find anything suitable. I'll have to make it tomorrow.

When I got home, Roomie was on her way to the car, saying she was going to run by the store and make chicken alfredo for dinner. We trekked over to the Safeway and got some dinner supplies, and what I needed for bread that I will make this weekend. We had a late night in front of surgery shows and yummy dinner.

What's the point of living closer to work if I can't stay up late like this once in a while, right?!

Nothing Happened

After my overtime today, that is. I need to run by the store, but I just didn't want to. I'll have to do that tomorrow though, the dragons are out of crickets. I did pay a few bills and did a little work on my project. This was the write-up part, when I describe what I did and how long it took at each step. I still have those details to finish, and I'll probably get to those tomorrow. We'll see. Working overtime doesn't leave me with a whole lot of energy to do things in the evening. It'd be better if I could come in early, but I finished all my work today and no one was there who could give me more.

That's what happens when you're just that good.

I Know the Time

Roomie and I took in two movies this evening while I worked on my project. There are a couple details I want to add, but I could technically call it done at this point (21.5 hours of work). I'll probably finish with the last little bits tomorrow, well in time for the entry deadline. Yahoo!

I was busy sewing and Roomie got in a little late, so we had a lazy dinner (aka pizza) and didn't go for a walk. Maybe tomorrow after my overtime.

Pictures will come later, I'm off to bed!

Out and About

Roomie and I both skipped our work outs for the day. We were tired, it happens. So, we watched a movie while we ate dinner and when it was over, took a good two and a half mile walk around the area. We found a few playgrounds, a park that is a lot bigger than it looks from the road, and tons of paths through the trees. I really enjoy living here.

I didn't work on my project at all today, but I'm sure I'll finish it in time.

Counting Hours

I've been sewing like a mad fool. I'm actually getting close to being done with my contest entry. It's likely I'll finish this week (which is great, the deadline is August 18th). For those of you who want to know, I'm already looking at 17.5 hours of work. And counting....

Danger

Dréa is fully aware of the dragons. For a time, she didn't really pay any attention to them. Recently, she's been jumping on the small cabinet I have them on, and spending some time sitting on their tank. I came home Thursday to find the tank had shifted a little bit on the cabinet. I went to work yesterday a little concerned; if Dréa knocks the tank over and the dragons get out, they're as good as dead. Thankfully, she did not knock over the tank yesterday.

I visited my godson for the first time today. He's so very cute, and almost two weeks old. I watched some movies with LDS, met her roommates, and ended up spending all day there. It was just fine, because my own roommate was having a dinner party. While it's perfectly fine that I be home during it, I wanted to not be around anyway. It worked out.

When I got home, the first thing Roomie said was, "don't freak out, everything is fine." I knew what she was going to tell me next: either Dréa knocked over the tank but it didn't open, or that she knocked over the tank and the dragons got out but have been recovered. It turns out the former was true. She had knocked the whole tank off the cabinet, and it just fell straight down. It didn't tip, it didn't turn over, it just fell. The dragons were unhappy and a little shaken, but appeared to be intact. Somehow, I knew that was going to happen.

We decided to get them on a larger surface, so if Dréa wanted to sit behind the tank, it wouldn't fall off (we suspect that's what she was trying to do). I moved them to the dresser, and the few things on the dresser to the much smaller cabinet. Miss Luna can still sleep on the dresser (and she was a little confused about why the dragons were there and not the lamp and jewelry box), and we're hoping that Dréa won't venture far enough into the room to try to get up there.

I hope this works.

And, Han,

Happy Birthday!

Today

Can't type, sewing.

Just Because We Don't Know

Doesn't mean we can't celebrate anyway!

We got Callie and Miss Luna around the same time of year (years apart, mind you, but the same time-ish). They were both about six months old at the time that we got them. Six months back put them born sometime in July, and 24 is my favorite number.

I don't know the actual date of either birth, because they were strays and it's impossible to know without knowing someone who was there to witness it. But I can guesstimate, which resulted in picking a day and putting the two together for the ease of it. For all intents and purposes, we celebrate the birthdays of the kitties on this day.

And now, time for a short funny story! Miss Luna and one of my roommates cats, Dréa, don't get along very well. Dréa hisses and growls, and lies in wait at Roomie's door just so she can hiss and growl when Miss Luna comes near. I have a small, barely adequate door stop that keeps my door from closing (it will close on its own if a cat touches it, and you know they rub up against the edge all the time). I don't know how or when it happened, but when I came home yesterday, I found Dréa and Miss Luna trapped in my room! Dréa ran out so fast when I opened that door. Miss Luna just whimpered. They were trapped for who knows how long together! Poor girls!

I love my furry friends, and I hope they have many more years in good or better health.

Happy birthdays, Callie and Miss Luna!

Help Me Welcome

My second godson, Marcus! He is the cutest little baby I have ever seen.

May the world grant this new life the brightest of bright blessings!

Introducing

My new godson, Marcus Richard. He was born at 21 inches, 7 lbs and 11 ounces. LDS is as happy as can be, but has been very tired (which is why she just now sent me a picture).

Is he not the cutest little godson you ever did see? I'm hoping to be able to visit this weekend.