Wet cats
So today was a day. I didn't sleep well for whatever reason last night, and woke up repeatedly at around 6:30ish when I had what I am diagnosing as a cover seizure - I kicked the covers off, I got cold, they started to strangle me, I pushed them off, I got cold, I burrowed under them and slept in the center of my bed, I got hot, I folded them down, I got got cold, etc. When I finally dragged my carcass out of bed, it was because the phone was ringing. It was the garage - I needed to bring my car down, so they could look at it and get an estimate.
As I was on the phone, trying to follow what the woman was saying, one of my cats, Sava, decided to throw up in the kitchen. Great way to start the morning.
So. Dicked around, took a nap, threw some clothes on, took Jezebel into town. The garage people looked at it, and I knew things were bad when the guy kept saying, "Oh wow/Jeez/God/Wow/some variation on that theme."
Estimate is $6700+. His computer automatically totaled it, and because the estimate is over $5000, an insurance adjustor has to look at it now, and decide whether or not the car is worth fixing. Somehow, I have a feeling that they're just going to total it, which sucks, because that means I have to go car shopping (I hate car shopping. It's a miserable miserable thing).
Came home, and Wilford and Simon, who I had left outside, were waiting anxiously to come in. Wilford, whose coat is supposed to be white with big grey spots, was more of a greyish-beige with big grey spots. He either rolled in sand or slag or something, or was under the shed. Either way, he was filthy. So. Bathtime. He is pristine now.
Simon also got his first bath today - I think he's mostly forgiven me. Maybe. Not a happy cat.
I had a weird dream the other night - one of my bizarre questing dreams. Aside from the running from people, the broke down houses with 80s stuffed animals, and having to drive in the snow in a pick up, I think that the whole dream was taking place on a campus somewhere and it was a scavenger hunt type thing. IDK. Bob Bryar was also there. He was dressed in a lacrosse uniform. The jersey was goldenrod with bright purple shorts. What the hell, brain.
Also, Bob, wants people to send him Red Bull cans and random stuff. You can't just ask people to do that, Bob. You can't. It makes me want to package random things up and send them to CA. It's very tempting and I shouldn't do it.
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and I have no idea what time Mass or even an ash service is at my church. I also do not have to work tomorrow, which is nice, because there's nothing more annoying than walking around with people you know with ashes on your forehead. This is mostly because people you know, who are comfortable with you, have a tendency to point at you and say, "You're got something on your forehead," and then try to wipe it off. I had a friend in middle school and high school who every Ash Wednesday, without fail, would come up to me, lick her thumb, and try to wash my face.
Since tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, that means Lent is beginning. I like to try to do things for Lent, instead of giving things up. I think I'm going to try to have at least my background rewritten by Easter. I'd like to shoot for more, but I'm going to be realistic.
Also: EASTER. Yes, Holy Day. But also: FOOD. Kielbalsa and kolachi and cidets and paska and eggs and ham for DAYS AND DAYS. I am so excited, you have no idea. Easter means awesome food. Food that we only make once a year (we have ham and kielbalsa and eggs and kolachi at other times, but Easter is the only time we have it ALL TOGETHER). I need to make a run up to Urbaniak's to get some kielbalsa and beets. I need to see if we have any kolachi in the freezer. I need to bake. EASTER FOOD IS THE BEST, OKAY?
I think I'm going to go shower. I'm tired and a little cranky and it's supposed to be that time of the month tomorrow. I haven't had a period for two months, so.
Actual conversation I had with my mum this evening in the kitchen:
Mum: You haven't had your period in two months, have you?
Me: Nope.
Mum: You're not pregnant, are you?
Me: If I am, it's.. *vague hand gesture and wine drinking*
Mum: Immaculate Conception? (We had this conversation a while ago - the Immaculate Conception refers to Mary being born without Original Sin, not the Virgin Birth. It seems she has forgotten)
Me: Get ready to be a grandma to Jesus 2.
Mum: *bursts out laughing* Jesus 2?
Me: Whatever, if I'm pregnant with the Messiah, I'm totally calling it that. Jesus 2.
Yeah. I'm a really bad Catholic.
I think I'm going to shower and chill out, maybe read. Maybe write. Something. But shower first..
As I was on the phone, trying to follow what the woman was saying, one of my cats, Sava, decided to throw up in the kitchen. Great way to start the morning.
So. Dicked around, took a nap, threw some clothes on, took Jezebel into town. The garage people looked at it, and I knew things were bad when the guy kept saying, "Oh wow/Jeez/God/Wow/some variation on that theme."
Estimate is $6700+. His computer automatically totaled it, and because the estimate is over $5000, an insurance adjustor has to look at it now, and decide whether or not the car is worth fixing. Somehow, I have a feeling that they're just going to total it, which sucks, because that means I have to go car shopping (I hate car shopping. It's a miserable miserable thing).
Came home, and Wilford and Simon, who I had left outside, were waiting anxiously to come in. Wilford, whose coat is supposed to be white with big grey spots, was more of a greyish-beige with big grey spots. He either rolled in sand or slag or something, or was under the shed. Either way, he was filthy. So. Bathtime. He is pristine now.
Simon also got his first bath today - I think he's mostly forgiven me. Maybe. Not a happy cat.
I had a weird dream the other night - one of my bizarre questing dreams. Aside from the running from people, the broke down houses with 80s stuffed animals, and having to drive in the snow in a pick up, I think that the whole dream was taking place on a campus somewhere and it was a scavenger hunt type thing. IDK. Bob Bryar was also there. He was dressed in a lacrosse uniform. The jersey was goldenrod with bright purple shorts. What the hell, brain.
Also, Bob, wants people to send him Red Bull cans and random stuff. You can't just ask people to do that, Bob. You can't. It makes me want to package random things up and send them to CA. It's very tempting and I shouldn't do it.
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and I have no idea what time Mass or even an ash service is at my church. I also do not have to work tomorrow, which is nice, because there's nothing more annoying than walking around with people you know with ashes on your forehead. This is mostly because people you know, who are comfortable with you, have a tendency to point at you and say, "You're got something on your forehead," and then try to wipe it off. I had a friend in middle school and high school who every Ash Wednesday, without fail, would come up to me, lick her thumb, and try to wash my face.
Since tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, that means Lent is beginning. I like to try to do things for Lent, instead of giving things up. I think I'm going to try to have at least my background rewritten by Easter. I'd like to shoot for more, but I'm going to be realistic.
Also: EASTER. Yes, Holy Day. But also: FOOD. Kielbalsa and kolachi and cidets and paska and eggs and ham for DAYS AND DAYS. I am so excited, you have no idea. Easter means awesome food. Food that we only make once a year (we have ham and kielbalsa and eggs and kolachi at other times, but Easter is the only time we have it ALL TOGETHER). I need to make a run up to Urbaniak's to get some kielbalsa and beets. I need to see if we have any kolachi in the freezer. I need to bake. EASTER FOOD IS THE BEST, OKAY?
I think I'm going to go shower. I'm tired and a little cranky and it's supposed to be that time of the month tomorrow. I haven't had a period for two months, so.
Actual conversation I had with my mum this evening in the kitchen:
Mum: You haven't had your period in two months, have you?
Me: Nope.
Mum: You're not pregnant, are you?
Me: If I am, it's.. *vague hand gesture and wine drinking*
Mum: Immaculate Conception? (We had this conversation a while ago - the Immaculate Conception refers to Mary being born without Original Sin, not the Virgin Birth. It seems she has forgotten)
Me: Get ready to be a grandma to Jesus 2.
Mum: *bursts out laughing* Jesus 2?
Me: Whatever, if I'm pregnant with the Messiah, I'm totally calling it that. Jesus 2.
Yeah. I'm a really bad Catholic.
I think I'm going to shower and chill out, maybe read. Maybe write. Something. But shower first..