Lovely. I dressed up a bit for work today: Orange hair, cat ears, bad catty eye makeup. And shorts, because it's supposed to be 82 degrees today.

Then what do I find out? We're going off-site to a doctor's office to discuss a website. I feel like a foo'. hehe. I guess I'll rub off some of the eye makeup and take off the ears. They'll have to deal with everything else.

Ugh. I had this horrible horrible dream last night. I dreamt that my sister had some friend over, and this girl wanted attention more than anything. At one point, she had cut off her own arms and legs. At another point, she had her arms and legs back, but she was slicing herself to bits. We figured out she had been sexually abused by her father, and called 9-1-1. We knew her dad was on the way. When he got there, it was an old man in his 70's, and he gave us free insurance policies. This whole time he's sitting here talking to us, and we're waiting for emergency help to show up. I call again, but they never arrived. And in all of my recent dreams, my mom is either alive and well, or is dying and we all know it. It's hard to wake up and realize she's already gone.

I'm having one of those days where I'm so tired I could cry.

Medical Malady of the week: Last Friday I noticed a painful bump behind my right ear. My scalp had been ouchy as of late (I have psoriasis on it), and I figured there was an infection which made its way to a lymph node. It hurt, but I thought I'd wait it out and it'd go down in a few days. As of yesterday, it hadn't, so I went to the doctor. I have a staph or strep infection. Not like a nasty strep throat or something, just a skin-related thing (under the skin.) The only effect it has right now is that I'm so damn tired. Therefore, I am incurably whiny.

Oh, my. I just realized I have a meeting at 3 pm. I'm not going to last through it. I must go imbibe in some Mountain Dew.

Either that, or I'm really gonna cry.

This is the coolest thing ever.

It's an Atari joystick on a battery operated base. You plug it into your TV and you can play 10 Atari games. It was $19.90, including the 6% Kentucky sales tax.

I love modern techology making retro technology more available.

Yesterday Jay and I went to lunch. We've been trying to decide what to do for a vacation next year. We've been tossing around the idea of a short cruise and visiting Jay's family in Florida, but we're still open for suggestions. We're eating lunch, and something's nagging at me. "I had a great idea where to go for vacation." I couldn't remember what it is. Finally, it occurs to me.

"We should go to Toronto!"

I have absolutely no basis on why we should go to Toronto, other than going to Niagra Falls. But surely, there're things to do. That's why I wanted to go. I can't think of one of them, however. It finally occurred to me: It was a dream. hehe. I felt like a moron.

Note to my pets:
This house is approximately 1800 square feet. That means at least 250 feet for each cat, dog, or human. The logical conclusion: Every animal/person does not have to congregate in a 25 square foot area. You're defeating the point of having a large house.

OK, looking at all the really neat stuff that Erika is selling online, I want to learn to crochet. (Liz's knitting has inspired me as well.) Maybe I'll pick up some needles and a how-to book this weekend.

And some yarn would probably help.

I think I've mentioned before that we have a family of bunnies living in our backyard. All well and dandy, nature is great, etc. However, lately a problem has arisen: Princess likes to chase them. No big deal in and of itself.. she's half lab, and 'em are huntin' dogs. My main concern is that she's eventually gonna catch one of the things. What the hell am I going to do with a half-chewed dying rabbit? Play Fatal Attraction and boil it up for supper?

Let's hope that the rabbits continue to outsmart her. There's one that seems to have trouble finding an area under the fence to escape into. Everyone send good wishes out for the stupid bunny.

I just learned that Apple just released iTunes for Windows.

I may never buy an album in a store again.

I guess I'll download stuff at home. I want an iPod. NOW. It's such a neat idea, though. They save on packaging and distribution. You save on travelling to the store and monetarily. You have legal electronic music.

I never thought I'd be so openly praising an Apple product *runs and hides from Nicole and Liz*

Last night I slept 11 hours. Tonight I went to a wedding reception and saw Cracker.

The wedding reception had good food and cake, and I saw old friends (and an old professor.) Cracker kicked some major ass. They were great. I am deaf and tired. And my feet hurt, because I am old. High heels + later standing up for four hours = sore sore Colleen feet.

I still haven't made the cookies I want to try. Will try to do that tomorrow. Will report back.

I wannnnnnnnnna go hoooomme. *whine*

17 minutes and counting.

Would it be completely crazy to make chocolate chip cookies without the chocolate chips? I've always wanted to do that. I think I will try it tonight.

I got the results of my bone scan. The diagnosis? A bone bruise.

All that for a stupid bruise. hehe. I'm glad it's nothing worse. It seems to be healing now, though, so that's all good.

Last night Jay's mom came over for dinner. It was the first time she'd been to the house since we got Princess. I'd always thought she wasn't an animal person; she didn't really seem to dig the cats. But I figured it out once she met Princess: She's a dog person. Ahh! It makes sense. hehe. They got along beautifully. It's fun to watch Princess make a new friend. She'll follow them around, sit by them, drool on them, etc. Anyhow, I'm glad they got along. I've always been a bit suspicious of people that don't like animals at all. ;)

I'd like to announce that I did the dishes again last night, and there were no accidents involved. To ease Nicole's mine. hehe. I laughed when I read her comment. I know I'm a klutz. It's ok. I'm just happy I haven't seriously injured myself for awhile.

Cracker on Saturday!!!

I just did the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher. It wasn't until I went to turn it on I realized, "I've never ran this dishwasher myself." (To be fair, I've loaded it, but not turned it on.) That makes me feel like a lazy bastard.

Getting up before 8 AM should be against the law.

I had to be at St. Joseph's East at seven this morning to have a bone scan. That means I got up at 6:30. It weirds me out when I wake up and it's still dark. I had to get up at 6:30 or so when I was in junior high or high school, so it's not like I'm completely unfamiliar with this concept. The only time I'm up that early now is because I'm travelling in some way, shape, or form. Or have to go the bleepin' hospital.

Bleah. I went to the hospital, they shot me up with radioactive dye, and I go back at 10:30 so they can Xray me. My stupid foot hardly hurts anymore, but it took so long for them to schedule the bone scan, I figured I should have it done just in case something is wrong that needs fixed. I did bite my tongue really hard the other day, and gashed it about a millimeter deep. It was gross. hehe. I had to leave the table because of the bleeding. Eww.

You know, in some ways it's sad I'm not a morning person, because I think the morning is the most beautiful time of day.

I went shopping this weekend. I got two pairs of pants (a pair of brown cords and a pair of Levis) and three shirts. Very autumn colors. Yay for clothes.

I think a falcon just flew past my window. Too cool. (I'm at work. super-early today. I was the first person here, at 7:30.)

Tired tired tired. *yawn*

I'm not going to my aunt's funeral. I love her and my cousins, but I can't handle it right now. It's in Connecticut. Evidently she had a heart attack and died in her sleep. She was what, in her early 50's? She's not related to me by blood, she's my cousins mom. However, I was closer to her than I am any of my other aunts or uncles. She was so nice, and such a good person. I feel bad for not keeping in touch better. She sent me cards and send Mom cards in the hospital. I can't imagine what my cousins are going through. We knew what was coming with my mom... she'd been so sick for so long. Emily and Blair had no warning. I welcome any prayers/positive thoughts for them, if you've got the inclination. It can't hurt.

My favorite aunt just died suddenly of a massive heart attack. :( This is still sinking in.

Great Big Sea pic with Murray Foster.

aww.

Blah, blah blah.

If you'll remember, a few weeks ago (Monday, Sept 22, to be exactly) I hurt my left pinky toe. I figured I broke it, and it turned all shades of blue, purple, green, and yellow. The bruising went half-way down my foot. Since I knew there was very little you can do for a broken pinky toe, I didn't go to the doctor. By about Friday or Saturday it was feeling better, so I was fine. But over the next few days it started hurting in a different way.. more like an ache.

On the next Wednesday I finally went to the doctor. They took an X ray, but it came back negative. No visible fracture. It kept hurting, so I went back to the doctor Monday. He looked at it, and decided it probably was broken and just didn't show up on the X ray. He orders a bone scan. I wait and wait for them to call me back to tell me when it's scheduled, and they finally called this afternoon. Not until October 14th. So I have to wait another six days, and then 48-72 hours to find out the result. And it still hurts. And I'm whiny! It swells up like a little sausage when I walk. I think it's the bone below the toe, the metatarsal.

That's my pitiful story for today. I've been busy at work, and busy at home. We're working on cleaning out the garage so I can park my car in there (novel concept.) I'm also working on decorating my room. Whoo hoo! The walls have been blank for far too long. We also need to take down the god-awful gold fixtures (towel racks, etc.) in the bathroom, spackle, paint, and put in new (tasteful) ones (in completely different locations. Someone must have been drunk when they put the current set in. The towel rack overlaps the toilet paper holder. Just what I always wanted: a wet towel soaking my toilet paper.)

Oh, Ben gave me a LiveJournal code. I'm not really planning on using it as a journal, but I like the thought that I can comment as someone other than "anonymous". My user info is here.

Happy Birthday, Nicole!


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