Archive for March, 2007


Saturday, March 31st, 2007

Bet you didn’t know my cat was pregnant again, did you? Well, now you know. Ooh, wait! Now she’s not.

Last night, around nine o’clock, she started meowing a lot and rushing the dogs… attacking them for no reason at all. She wouldn’t let me out of her site and just seemed restless.

By midnight, we had six kittens. Aww! Obviously, they’re still less than twenty-four hours old, so we can’t tell if they’re boys or girls… but three of them look like Jack-Jack. Dark coloring, stripes. The other three look like Tia… light grey with stripes. I think about four of them have white paws and one’s got white around its face.

If I can kick my camera into action, I’ll get you some pictures!

Edit. I think I need to call another de-lurking week around these parts! I get plenty of visitors to this site; my counter tells me so, and so if you’ve been lurking (she knows who she is), pretty please at least leave a comment and say hi. I promise I don’t bite! In fact, I was dubbed “sweet” in a… really random conversation earlier.

Edit AGAIN: Happy birthday ABBY! She’s seven now!

I can hear it.

Thursday, March 29th, 2007

Yes, that’s the worst part. It’s not the fact that I’m getting it, it’s the fact that I can hear it and I’m powerless to stop it.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m starting to get an Oklahoma accent.

See, the funny thing is, it’s not even all the time. At home, I have a perfectly normal non-accent. When I’m with friends or on the phone… perfectly normal accent. When I first get to work… nope, still good.

In fact, sometimes I get teased because of how I say things. Like today, I told my manager to make this guy a cherry limeade with extra cherry syrup.

“Wait,” she says. “With what?”

“Extra cherry syrup,” I say.

“Say that again? Cherry what?”


Apparently I say it wrong. I guess I say it like… “sair-up” and everyone else says “sirr-up.” So I guess most of the time I “talk Northern.”

But the minute I hit that register, it comes out. All of a sudden I’ve got this horrendous southern accent coming on. I can hear it. It’s driving me nuts and yet I keep talking, absolutely powerless to stop it.

Next thing you know, I’m going to be saying that I’m going to “warsh” my “yeller dawg” and I’m not even going to think about it.

No, it really was real!

Monday, March 26th, 2007

Ever have one of those dreams that are so real that you really think they happened the next day? I had something life changing happen to me yesterday… no wait, not really, because it turned out to be only a (good) dream after all.