Archive for July, 2007

Random Cuteness

July 28, 2007

Went to the kitchen at midnight for a drink of water, and The Spook was being all cute, so of course I had to grab the camera.

Almost Got Ugly

July 26, 2007

Apparently, a car took out a power pole in the middle of the night, and when I got up this morning, I had no electricity.

You do realize what that means, don’t you?

Yep. You guessed it. No coffee.

Cranky does not even begin to describe it.

I fired up the battery-powered laptop and actually managed to knock out some work. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I learned that a teabag soaked in cold water for 10 minutes is no substitute for real caffeine. I might as well have been drinking water.

Power came back on about 8:30. And a good thing, too. Otherwise, I’d have gotten in the car and driven until I found coffee. That would not have been a pretty sight. Take my word for it.

Killed By Islamic Terrorists

July 22, 2007

The mailman told me that is what happens to Harry Potter, as he handed over the book yesterday.

I am pleased to report that he was kidding.

But that is all I am going to report. Read the book yourself if you want to know what happens.

Sneezing Lizard

July 17, 2007

Yes, geckos really do sneeze. It’s the cutest thing.

This evening I misted Geico–it’s one of the preferred ways of making sure they get enough water, because they lick it off their little snouts and their eyeballs.

He must have gotten a snootfull because between tongue-slurps, he let out the most adorable delicate little sneeze.

And last night The Spook actually licked a tiny bit of gecko-goo off my finger. Maybe she’s taming down just a tiny bit.

Only In Santa Cruz

July 17, 2007

Job seekers, here is your opportunity.

The City of Santa Cruz (the southernmost point of the Bermuda Triangle for Common Sense, as former local radio host DAG used to call it) is hiring a global warming czar.

The gig will pay $80,000 a year.

That does it. I am in the wrong business.

Recruitment for the position will begin in the next two weeks. The article does not say where to show up to apply, but I suspect City Hall would be a good place to start.

Cross-posted at Ith’s place

Indescribable

July 16, 2007

It’s Monday morning, I just got back from vacation (national writers’ conference in Dallas), I have plenty of medical transcription work piled up (and will find a week’s worth more when I go in, later, on no set schedule, no punching a clock, hurray!), I have laundry and unpacking to do–and I feel as light and free as a bird.

I might not even be Cranky today.

And if a certain third-grader disguised as a grown man crosses my path, I might not even bite his head off.

Being fired does wonders for the psyche.

Of course, this is only the second time I’ve been fired, so I don’t have a lot to compare it to.

It’s going to be fun, figuring out this new life where I actually have time to have a life. Wow.

Others Do Not Play Well With Me

July 9, 2007

I can now write anything I bloody well please about the office, because I no longer work there.

They have outsourced the billing department so I am no longer a medical biller. And I could not be more thrilled.

I am still, however, an employed medical transcriptionist, so I can keep the geckos fed and watered, and pay off the Lexus.

Suffice it to say, I believe they may come to regret their decision, but you should really ask somebody who actually gives a flying doughnut.

For Rose

July 7, 2007

And for anyone else who wants to see the new beastie. The latest pictures of the new lizard, nicknamed The Spook.

Notice

July 5, 2007

I am in an extremely foul mood today, so do not mess with me.

Especially if you are someone who hasn’t figured out that the third-grade playground might be a more appropriate place for your behavior than a professional workplace.

As you were.

Happens Every Year

July 4, 2007

I almost didn’t go to see the fireworks this year. I’m so tired these days, every day off turns into a pajama day, complete with naps. But at 9 p.m. I put on some sweat pants and a shirt, ran the brush through my hair, grabbed the not-pod with the FM radio and headphones, and walked 5 minutes up my street to a place I could see over the bushes and between the trees, down to the bay.

And as usual, I had tears rolling down my cheeks by the time the fireworks and music (on the radio) were over.

Last year, Lil’ Sis and I and some other folks were right down on the beach, where you can actually feel the bangs coming through the air. That’s a lot of fun, and I enjoy it, but we were parked at least a mile up the hill, so it was one hellacious walk down and back, carrying lawn chairs.

Nothing like a little patriotic music and fireworks to get your blood pumping.