Currently Reading Erewhon (Dover Thrift Editions) By Samuel Butler see related

Pets

I realized that I hadn't posted any pet pics lately. Some of these aren't terribly upto date. I'll work on that.

Biscuit the Boyscout

Boulder is cockeared

What a terrible present

Whiskey prepares for a trip

Whiskey says, "Goodbye cruel world!"

Currently Gaming Harvest Moon A Wonderful Life By Natsume, Inc. see related

good morning Asia

We went to Kansas this weekend for our younger niece's birthday. Friday morning at Tim's parent's I was still asleep around 10am when my phone rang. It thought it was weird b/c I don't usually get reception there. I would have just let it ring, but it was my dad who's overseas, so I figured I'd better answer.

Asia(mumbles): Hey, Dad.

Dad: Hey, A, what are you doing?

A: Sleeping.

D: It's Friday, shouldn't you be at work?

A: It's texas weekend. I don't have to work.

D: I was worried. I sent you an email this morning and you didn't reply.

A: I'm not at work.

D: Oh.

A: So how's Asia?

D: I'm not in Asia, I'm in Kazakstan...oh I guess that is Asia. Good morning, Asia, from Asia!

A: Bye, Dad.

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It's good to know that your dad can call and wake you up with innane conversation on your day off even if he's halfway around the world.

Currently Gaming New Super Mario Bros. By Nintendo Of America see related

This isn't a funny story

So where it says "currently gaming" that's a lie. Tim and I bought a spiffy new Nintendo DS tonight. Which has to charge before I can play it. So I am sitting here glancing over every 15 seconds or so to see if it has finished yet. Ugh, I want to play my sweet new game.

So if I haven't told you, I am pretty much loving my job. Here's a couple things.

1. Morgan left the most detailed, organized, helpful notes ever. And if I don't get something I can just call her b/c not only do I know her, but also she's my friend. (Beat that corporate flunky.)

2. Interns. They do what I say. And are really happy about it. And then they do nice things to lift me up.

3. I got to pick out a sweet chair. It's arms are adjustable.

4. I get to plan and lead a retreat (with help.) If only somebody would ask me to design district camp.

5. I don't have any homework. So when I'm done with work I don't have to feel guilty about watching 30 minute meals.

6. I have a lot of flexibility to work on different projects and switch among them.

7. Major parts of my duties include baking cookies and leading silly games.

So if you haven't gotten the memo 10 times, the Bishop is speaking at Vespers Tuesday. I can't decide if I want to try to salvage my reputation or make a fool of myself for the third time to score the hat trick.

All I learned...

Dear Constant Reader,

I have learned many things.

1. Cleveland the basset hound's real name is Max.

2. (Closely related to 1.) If I go jogging I will probably make a fool of myself.

3. All taco places in Woodward close at 10, even if it is Saturday night.

4. When your doctor cautions you about getting your prescription on bare skin, you should probably take that seriously.

5. Your mom probably won't find it nearly as funny as you do when your husband moons her when you're passing her on the highway.

Currently Gaming Yoshi Topsy-Turvy By Nintendo see related

Cream Cheese

2:00pm: Yesterday, Tim was having some people over in the afternoon/ evening to play his fantasy novel board game. I didn't want to cook them all dinner, but felt like I should make something. I had some sausage in the freezer and thought I'd make sausage dip. I asked Tim to buy cream cheese the other main ingredient. Tim hit the post office and grocery store while I vacuumed and crap. From Homeland he called, "Do we need Rotell and chips too?" Those are pretty important for sausage dip, so I was glad he remembered.

4:30: My morning egg had worn off, so I decide to start the sausage dip. I have the sausage about half browned when I go to get the cream cheese. I can't find it. He bought, chips, rotell, and juice, and not cream cheese the thing that he went for. I mock him mercilessly for awhile, then head off to Homeland.

4:45: Mmm. Gatorade sounds good. I think I'll pick up some of that too.*

4:50: I think I recognize the guy in line behind me. Oh no, it's my old Latin teacher. Don't make eye contact. I grab my sack and leave.

5:00: I get home. Pull out my Gatorade and look in my sack, bewildered. It's empty. I don't have any cream cheese. I am an idiot. But the meat is already browned, and I bought that cheese, by God.

5:10 I go back to Homeland to reclaim my cheese. And I think, "What jerk thought it was necessary to put cream cheese and Gatorade in two different sacks anyway."

*italics express internal monologue.