*does a little happy dance*
I'm a 3L, people. It's rather unreal. And to add the cherry on top of a delicious sundae of happiness, I'm convinced enough that I passed all of my exams that I can say "I'm a 3L!" without qualifying it with terms such as "maybe".
Sure, I'm exhausted from the distinct lack of sleep I'm currently suffering. And yes, if you've spoken to me in the past week, it's likely I made some rather *odd* remarks that had nothing to do with anything ever. But is it worth it? Yup!
I'm going to go collapse and sleep for like 12 hours now.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
He Gets Better Health Care Than Me Too
My dog is spoiled rotten. But I didn't think I was one of THOSE dog owners (you know the ones I mean) because I do try to treat Charlie as a dog and not a child. Until today, when I ambled over to the newly opened Dogtopia doggie daycare here in Waco. We thought we would treat him to an occasional visit there to get him better socialized, since we won't be getting another dog for some time yet. The women that run the center spoke to me for some time about what Charlie would do there and their other services, which include the normal boarding and grooming, etc. And then they mentioned that they offer dog massages.
Massages. For dogs.
That's when I knew I was indeed one of those dog owners. Charlie came out of the evaluation - a short play date with the other dogs - with such a joy in his little quadruped step that I knew I would plunk down my credit card for pretty much anything he wanted. He's got us trained perfectly. Pretty good work for a dog that was on the streets and starving a year ago.
I do have a limit though - he doesn't get a spa day until I do.
Massages. For dogs.
That's when I knew I was indeed one of those dog owners. Charlie came out of the evaluation - a short play date with the other dogs - with such a joy in his little quadruped step that I knew I would plunk down my credit card for pretty much anything he wanted. He's got us trained perfectly. Pretty good work for a dog that was on the streets and starving a year ago.
I do have a limit though - he doesn't get a spa day until I do.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Telf... Gennis... Tenif?
Every evening, Charlie and I go for a walk on the undergrad campus, with Jon if he's not working/in class. I've missed a couple nights this week because I've been sick, so I had been missing the cool, breezy spring weather until today. And guess what I found upon my return? The golf-tennis boys are back on the undergrad campus with their little liabilities flying through the air.
I don't know what athletic genius came up with this, but I can't avoid these fools. They walk around the campus with their golf clubs and hit the tennis balls to... I don't know where. The little I know about golf seems to indicate that there has to be a hole in the ground somewhere, but I highly doubt Baylor's administration is letting these pests with their flipped up collars dig holes into their lawns. But they do seem to adhere to the rule of playing where the ball lies. It can be in a flower bed, on the street, on a sidewalk or in the midst of the quad and they're there, waiting all of 2 seconds before I pass by before smacking the tennis ball into the trees behind me. Happy Bunny, as usual, sums up what I want to tell these boys to do with their tennis balls as I duck:
Look, I know the basic laws of physics - a golf ball will fly farther and harder and hit more forcefully than a tennis ball. But that doesn't mean I appreciate playing the part of William Tell's extremely hesitant kid. They clearly have golf clubs. Judging from their designer clothes, they have the spare cash to go to an actual golf course. I've come to one conclusion about why they insist upon playing where numerous people are in their way - they're lazy jerks.
... And I'm officially old and cranky. *sigh*
I don't know what athletic genius came up with this, but I can't avoid these fools. They walk around the campus with their golf clubs and hit the tennis balls to... I don't know where. The little I know about golf seems to indicate that there has to be a hole in the ground somewhere, but I highly doubt Baylor's administration is letting these pests with their flipped up collars dig holes into their lawns. But they do seem to adhere to the rule of playing where the ball lies. It can be in a flower bed, on the street, on a sidewalk or in the midst of the quad and they're there, waiting all of 2 seconds before I pass by before smacking the tennis ball into the trees behind me. Happy Bunny, as usual, sums up what I want to tell these boys to do with their tennis balls as I duck:
Look, I know the basic laws of physics - a golf ball will fly farther and harder and hit more forcefully than a tennis ball. But that doesn't mean I appreciate playing the part of William Tell's extremely hesitant kid. They clearly have golf clubs. Judging from their designer clothes, they have the spare cash to go to an actual golf course. I've come to one conclusion about why they insist upon playing where numerous people are in their way - they're lazy jerks.
... And I'm officially old and cranky. *sigh*
Monday, April 7, 2008
The Old Man and the Martini
When Italians start taking pity on Americans and their money troubles, it's not such a good sign. Maybe when I go to London, I should bring a little wooden bowl for alms. Hey, it might work.
Although, one thing - 200 euros (roughly US$300) to eat at a place where Hemingway once got drunk and emo? Look, you're in Rome! Go outside, pick a direction and walk towards a big crumbly stone structure. Congratulations! You're standing where dozens of crazy/cool/REALLY crazy yet cool Roman emperors once stood! For free! Or have a sandwich for a few bucks, if you insist! Huzzah!
Although, one thing - 200 euros (roughly US$300) to eat at a place where Hemingway once got drunk and emo? Look, you're in Rome! Go outside, pick a direction and walk towards a big crumbly stone structure. Congratulations! You're standing where dozens of crazy/cool/REALLY crazy yet cool Roman emperors once stood! For free! Or have a sandwich for a few bucks, if you insist! Huzzah!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Trust Me
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