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26 May 2004
Mr. Orpheus is soooo good.  
Mr. Orpheus, Prince of Darkness, Lord of Evil is such a good kitten. He is so good. Aren't you Mr. O. See, because his outside time has been severely limited and he had to take a pill at 7:30, I brought him to fight practice. I put him in the harness (which he dind't like) and put him on the leash (which he hated) and had to hold him the entire time (which he didn't like either), but he was so good. He didn't complain, he didn't meow, he didn't bite people. He didn't scratch. He put up with lots and lots of people petting him and adoring him. He put up with 3 D-O-Gs right up until they started barking a whole lot at each other. Then we got nervous.

He took his pill okay... wasn't his greatest pill-taking, but he did wonderful in the car sitting on my lap with his paws up on my left arm, looking out the window. He did very very good.

Mr. Orpheus rocks. He is wonderful. He's my smart boy. I'd hug Mr. Orpheus, but he had enouth already today. Such a good little boy he is.

He gets his suture out next week! yaay!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 20:25 (0) scribes commenting

24 May 2004
*whimper*  
I had to take Mr. Orpheus to the Emergency Vets. He cut his left front paw open. He had to get it stapled. :( He made me a very very worried mommy, and we had to go to the Emergency Vets and I didn't like it one bit having to go there. I have to make an appointment in 7 to 10 days to get his staple out, and :(

It's not what I wanted to deal with on coming home after running ragged since... oh all last week. :( Poor Mr. Orpheus. I got home and he was limping and I finally got him cornered and got to look at his paw and right down by the pad where the pad meets the foot at the back of it was cut right open. I washed it out wiht Hydrogen Peroxide, but the longer I looked at it, the more my stomach churned, so I had to bring him. Now he's on antibiotics and he's got a staple in his paw. :( Poor Mr. Orpheus. He liked my filking of Popular for him. "Orpheus! You're gonna be Or-phe-ee-us."

So Nana and Grandpa Jack arrived on Thursday. Yes, Kate, you got it right. Sue also dropped in in Thursday and we went to choir practice, though not enough people showed to actually practice music. Friday was an antsy day. But I had to go to my parents house after work to be social. They called me to bring the chimnea and to pick up scallops on the way. I got me a york peppermint patty handling fee.

But we had dinner, which was good. I brought up garb to show Nana. She thought it was nice, but mentioned it wasn't ironed, and kept mentioning it all evening, so I stayed up Friday night ironing.

Saturday, was woken up and the Inspector General came over to my house. She didn't make too many comments, which was a relief. But I showed her the faucet that I got with the Home Depot Christmas Gift card she and Grandpa Jack got me.

Of course, then we had lunch. I put a bunch of lyrics onto a sheet of paper for a cheet-sheet for the demo. Went to my parents' house to be social for a little longer. We started to watch TTT (RotK comes out tomorrow/tonight at midnight), but then it was time for me to go prep for the demo.

Got into full MinionWear™ because Nana liked the purple veil, and ran around the demo being all mid-eastern. Apparently people were confused as to what a mid-eastern person had to do with medieval times. They just figured everyone was from "England" even though Lord Justin was in Italian. Sybil was called "the Queen" because she was in full Elizabethan.

During feast, I got up and sang. -great- accoustics.

Then came the dancing, which was fun. I had to strip down out of a lot of MinionWear™ because it was too toasty. I should have changed into my other ironed outfit because the cotton was lighter. But it worked. I led the Euorpean dancing portion of the program as well. I only had a minor screw-up, and my dad almost wiped out a whole line of dancers during Horses Bransle, but it went well.

Stayed up until midnight helping to pick up, gave Kate a ride home and crawled into bed. Slept for ten and a half hours. Mom thought I wouldn't be up until noon. But I got up and went to their house, then we went to brunch at the Scotch and Sirloin. It was very yummy indeed. We went shopping so Nana could buy a pair of Old Navy yoga pants (since she liked the pair she was borrowing from my mother). She ended up getting one pair while I got me a new dress and a new skirt, not realizing what I'd have to pay for later on (see references to poor Mr. Orpheus). We played cards, watched the end of TTT, and then it was time for me to go home and see that my baby was limping and he had cut his paw open.

We got back during the thunderstorm. The power went out at 11, came back on at midnight. It stormed ALL FREAKING NIGHT LONG! GAH! And I couldn't sleep throught it (too hot, too loud, too many cats leaning on me, Mr. O sleeping too close to the side of the bed that I got worried he'd fall, 'cause he was pretty zonked out from the shot of antibiotics they gave him). So blah.. that was the weekend.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 09:57 (0) scribes commenting

21 May 2004
Gmail  
Gmail rocks. That's all I have to say. It rocks my socks. It it so much fun. Weeee!

Er... okay, that's about it. I love my Gmail.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 14:23 (0) scribes commenting

17 May 2004
Shann lives!  
Shann lives in the land of the blogging again. At least for a little bit. She has an über-yummy Brad-inspired layout, with multiple views of Brad. :) Welcome back Shann!

And as a nice segue from Shann's layout, Troy was awesome. Yes it was. I will descend into super-fangirlishiness for a few moments. *mentally squeals at the chest shots and leg shot and nude side-views and everything* Um.... yeah. Brad, Orlando, Eric Bana, Sean Bean. It was chalk-full of yumminess!

It didn't follow Homer's version of the war. It was more like Homer-lite, or Homer-unexaggerated-by-400-years-of-legend. There was definate homage done to how certain things could have become legend later on.

The girl who played Bresis should have played Helen. But hey, the 1,000 ships was mostly on the 'hey, he stole my wife!' vein rather than 'my wife is the most gorgeous woman around and he stole her!' vein. And the bulk of the 1,000 ships was more along the lines of 'Hey, my brother's wife was stolen so I can invade Troy' vein.

Anyways, it was a good movie. Watching it, I noticed Paris had that look like "oh, I need to change my tunic" about three or four times in the film, which was amusing and so totally in character. I also noticed, where goes Legolas, so go the rest of the Elven archers. I imagine it's where they got so many good archers to guard the gates of Troy. I know, I'm mixing my movies, but it's fun to do so.

I still love Odyssius even more after Troy. I love a smart man. Hector also got my smart-man hots all riled. He was a good commander. Paris was an idiot. Well, he had a good idea later in the movie, which was one of the better ideas in hindsight. Didn't the Trojan's know "beware Greeks bearing gifts?!" Oh wait...

On the plus side, Nana lived through the movie. Yes, the benefits of Greek/Albanian heritage. That was my Nana. Andromache. She was a little thinner than in real life, but she had a super-fat adorable baby which led to several ovary-squealing moments. :) Slightly put out that my Great-grandmother (Athena) didn't get the mention that she deserved. But hey, there's always the Sean Bean as Odyssius sequel (well in my imagination there is!), and we all know that he was the favorite of Athena. I don't blame either my Nana nor my Great-grandmother in their choices. :)

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 15:06 (0) scribes commenting

07 May 2004
*sigh* the phone company  
So I got home from work last night, and *poof!* there was no dial tone. I noticed this because I wanted to call my mother to let her know that I had 2 of her 3 bathroom curtains done. At least done enough to show and have some options. ANYWAY....

There was no dial tone. That was icky.

It lead to miscommunication nastiness.

It lead me to have to call my provider this morning and tell them "last night, I got home from work and discovered I had no dial tone. I would like one again. Please fix it."

And the chippie (who was actually very nice, but I think a little bit blonde) asked "did you call this in last night?" Which upon retrospect was probably as standard question to see if it's a new incident report or an old one.

So I answered... "No... I had no dial tone. Hence me calling it in this morning."

But hopefully they will start getting it fixed. So if you call me and there's no answer, there's a good reason why. I have no dial tone.

In what turned out to be an unrelated incident, when I let my kitties out this morning, there was a Verizon truck out by my phone pole. I asked them pointing at that... "Is this broken?" Thinking if it was, then that was the solution, he would fix it and YAY! I would have a dial tone, thinking I like fixing things by ESP.

Nope, the guy was there to run a phone line across the street. But he did tell me that he couldn't find a good connection up there and that all the connections were old and nasty. Which makes me think that that's where my dial tone has gone *pout*

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 09:28