D'oh!

Speaking of learning to trust intuition...

I knew I should have asked someone else to take the leftover Guinea Pig food to the SPCA instead of doing it myself...

didn't you hear this before?

I'm waiting for shoes to come to me in the mail...

I don't know when they'll be here. Heck, at this point I don't even know if they are coming seeing as how the "lovely" people at the shoe store in Alabama (mail order) seem incapable of answering even one of 5 emails (to 2 different departments), neither phone number is reachable from my area and the only two indications of their acceptance of my order are the immediate email order confirmation that I received and a charge on my VISA...

As I was contemplating pressing the "submit" button on the order form I was questioning whether or not I should really do this. I have enough problems with shoes as it is when I order them locally. Do I really want to add a random, unknown, internet store into the mix? But when shoes cost upwards of $150(+tax) and these were significantly less than that...it's so tempting to try.

I really need to learn to trust my shoe intuition as much as my "car is going to break" intuition.

tango

"The treasure box for memories too hurtful to remember, too sweet to forget"

~~Enrique Lopetegui, BAJOFONDOTANGOCLUB

"The Batty Bat"

I always loved this:
[they really don't make kids shows like they used to :( ]

Question, answer, question

quote of the day

"Yeah, I thought something didn't look right."

~My bro, after I pointed out that I had just got my hair cut. Gotta love brothers.

Satisfying accomplishments of the day

1. Teaching someone how to easily and neatly fold up a fitted sheet.
2. Figuring out how to number the first 3 pages of a report in MS Word with roman numerals and then the rest of them (starting at 1 again) with regular numbers.

Some may say "sad", but I prefer to think of it as being able to enjoy the simple things that others might pass by.

resonance...

Main Entry: res·o·nance
Pronunciation: 're-z&-n&n(t)s, 'rez-n&n(t)s
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English resonaunce, from Middle French resonance, from resoner to resound
2.d) a quality of evoking response...

Funny how some songs seem to have so much at certain times.

I've tried so hard my dear to show
that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart

Another love before my time
made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
for things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart

There was a time when I believed
that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart

No Comment

No, literally; no comments from me...

Because if I start, I will complain, and if I complain then I will believe my complaints, and then if I believe my complaints I will be unhappy, and if I am unhappy then I will complain. More.

What the ?

Now that I have a summer job in a nice new building downtown instead of a barn, and my responsibilities involve putting information into a database, papers in the right folders in the right order, and passing on information to people who want it; I suddenly have a "real" job.

"Oohh L.T. has grown up..." (they said today)

Never mind the fact that up until this point my summer employment involved ensuring the well-being of a number of animals (borrowed) and children (also essentially borrowed) under my care at any given moment of the day which I consider to fall into the realm of a significantly higher amount of responsibility.

Apparently that can't class as a real job, but this one does even though it is also only a summer stint.

Bull$hit.