I got my car back 2 days early. (((yayyyyy))) It looks good. I was hoping they would feel generous and fix the back bumper (someone hit and run... in my parking lot!) but they didn't feel generous. But hey, I have my baby back and if I feel restless at 1:00 in the morning I can now do my little trip down I10 one way and back the other at 70mph and not worry about getting pulled over in a rental. 
I'm exhausted and glad to be able to sleep in tomorrow. I wanted to come from class (where I got out early because, apparantly, I'm intelligent <-despite popular belief in certain circles) and sleep but had to get the car, return the rental, and run some errands.
My birthday was... just my birthday. Boooooring day. Goblin was neutered and castrated (I feel like a bad mommy) yesterday. He's been in a lot of pain and crying, but he has cat drugs so it's all good. Apparantly it tastes really awful because even sticking the dropped almost against his throat he gags on it, but he's not hesitant to take it. So he must have figured out that it's what makes the pain stop.
Having an issue with a classmate. She's in her 60's (at least) and is a bully/bitch. You'd think people would out-grow such things. Long story short, I would not let her use me to cheat because, gee golly, I don't wanna lose my enrollment. (Crazy me...) So she got catty about it. She started to bad talk me, without even knowing my name. So I left Mon. in a mix of a crappy mood and a bewildered mood. I go in today. Okay, I'm one of those people who is always early. Class is at 12:30 and I'm usually there by 12:00. I walked in today at 12:20. She goes, "Well whaddaya know?! Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes is * quote fingers* late!" I walked past her without looking at her, but wanted to smack her with my 30 lb. backpack "accidentally". She said this to a classmate I've become friends with. So April (friend) comes and sits down next to me as always and says, "That woman really doesn't like you. What happened?!" "She's a bitch. She's pissed off because I refused to print out my homework and put her name on it. She's quite possibly clinically insane." So we're chuckling and Madame Bitch is, as usual, bad-mouthing me behind us. So here's my point: I understand hormonally-confused little 12-year-olds doing that kind of thing. They're not old enough to conclude that they get a false sense of superiority from it. But when you're a senior citizen and you're still doing it... you need special help. It makes her look foolish and only bothers me because something is seriously wrong with her. Other than that, it doesn't get to me (which is saying a lot).
I'm exhausted and glad to be able to sleep in tomorrow. I wanted to come from class (where I got out early because, apparantly, I'm intelligent <-despite popular belief in certain circles) and sleep but had to get the car, return the rental, and run some errands.
My birthday was... just my birthday. Boooooring day. Goblin was neutered and castrated (I feel like a bad mommy) yesterday. He's been in a lot of pain and crying, but he has cat drugs so it's all good. Apparantly it tastes really awful because even sticking the dropped almost against his throat he gags on it, but he's not hesitant to take it. So he must have figured out that it's what makes the pain stop.
Having an issue with a classmate. She's in her 60's (at least) and is a bully/bitch. You'd think people would out-grow such things. Long story short, I would not let her use me to cheat because, gee golly, I don't wanna lose my enrollment. (Crazy me...) So she got catty about it. She started to bad talk me, without even knowing my name. So I left Mon. in a mix of a crappy mood and a bewildered mood. I go in today. Okay, I'm one of those people who is always early. Class is at 12:30 and I'm usually there by 12:00. I walked in today at 12:20. She goes, "Well whaddaya know?! Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes is * quote fingers* late!" I walked past her without looking at her, but wanted to smack her with my 30 lb. backpack "accidentally". She said this to a classmate I've become friends with. So April (friend) comes and sits down next to me as always and says, "That woman really doesn't like you. What happened?!" "She's a bitch. She's pissed off because I refused to print out my homework and put her name on it. She's quite possibly clinically insane." So we're chuckling and Madame Bitch is, as usual, bad-mouthing me behind us. So here's my point: I understand hormonally-confused little 12-year-olds doing that kind of thing. They're not old enough to conclude that they get a false sense of superiority from it. But when you're a senior citizen and you're still doing it... you need special help. It makes her look foolish and only bothers me because something is seriously wrong with her. Other than that, it doesn't get to me (which is saying a lot).
ael:
i finally picked up your gift yesteday. THANK you so much hon. it is wonderfull! and a late happy b-day. 