Welcome Back, Life

The musical is OVER. Through. Finito. Finished. Done. It was one of the best we’d ever done. We made money enough to pay for the show and buy new microphones. And now I am free!

Okay, sort of free. Free enough to return to the world of internet and plow through my last 500 e-mails. I wanted to write about code-switching, directing 80 children, and losing my mind, but just couldn’t figure out how to do that AND sleep. I’ll get around to it now.

So here I am, back, hopefully getting into a routine for the end of school and my incredibly busy summer. Hey, I didn’t get to go anywhere (except to the hospital) last summer, so this summer is a cornucopia of amazing journeys: a Cyndi Lauper concert, New Hampshire, Maine, Pennsylvania, Atlantic City (for a Weird Al concert), Las Vegas, Minnesota, and finally a trip for my part-time job with my county–to Salem (Massachusetts), Boston, and Philly. My poor cat is going to hate me.

Spring Break Wrap up

In case you haven’t noticed, my last two years have more or less sucked ass. The biggest bright spot has been our trips to the Outer Banks of North Carolina (OBX) during Spring Break. Hubby and I first went to the Outer Banks on our honeymoon in 2000. The two of us were then invited to go to Nags Head over Easter 2005 with some of my co-workers. The trip was enjoyable. The accompanying drama? Not so much. We vowed to continue the Spring Break tradition, but with people who we knew were more or less not crazy: our college friends.

Kitty pics–because there aren’t enough of them on the internet already

As I sit here with the Dory kitty on my lap, I manage to move my arms around and upload pictures. I know that this arm position will lead to early carpal tunnel, but she meows so piteously–and LOUDLY–if I shoo her away. You’ll have to go on to see the adorable pictures.  Or you may choose to run screaming at the thought of more internet cat pictures.  Your choice.  I promise I didn’t dress her in cute outfits or put objects on her.  If you ask, I can send you a Quicktime file of the cat licking my wedding veil while the movie Scream plays in the background.  It’s cuter than it sounds, honest!

Hello, World–Take Two

So…..miss me? I have. Really, though, I have an excellent reason for not blogging for a month: It’s hard to type with a kitty on your lap.

I finally convinced Hubby to take one of my sister’s cats. Dory is a typically neurotic Siamese who is better suited to a non-crazy household with no other pets around. She likes living in a place where there aren’t four other cats, seven dogs, and two children running around. Dory is spooked by any sudden movement or new things, so my house is a lot less scary for her.

So wherever I go in the house, Dory follows. She meows in “meezer” fashion–that is, LOUDLY, and wants to sit on or near me constantly. Typing on my desktop computer has been nearly impossible with a cat at keyboard-level. Throw in a 2-day illness that threw me completely for a loop, and you have a month of web silence. Sorry about that.

I’ll post pictures as soon as I can sneak to my desktop computer and upload the darn things. Hey, anyone know if I can upload Quicktime video from my camera to this blog? I guess I’ll have to look.

A Wii Moment

My school had a faculty bowling night on Tuesday.  I’m the first to admit that I suck, but it’s still fun.  We ended up equating our scores to the school’s grading scale.  I think the highest grade I got was a B+.  One person even got a 106% A +++!

During one of my frames, my thumb got stuck in the ball.  This caused a highly embarrassing gutter ball plus a partially torn thumb nail.  For my second one, I decided to keep my thumb further out of the hole.  I thought this would surely prevent a second gutter throw.    Did I mention that I’d had two beers by this point in the game?

I was a little too conservative with my thumb and as I drew my arm back in preparation for the throw, I ended up flinging the bowling ball behind me.   Unlike Wii bowling, the crowd didn’t jump up and yell.  Instead they laughed hysterically.  Hubby was fairly terrified that I was going to kill someone.  There were no casualties, thankfully.  Wii bowling is a lot safer.

Hark–Who left the underpants anon?

Once upon a time, at least 7 years ago, a Handsome Prince and his charmingly intelligent Princess went to visit their friends’ new castle (not Newcastle). Everyone had a lovely time eating turkey legs and saying “Huzzah”. Upon their departure, the Handsome Prince thought that he’d checked the guest suite for all belongings, and he and his Princess went on their merry way (la la la la la).

The new castle’s Queen soon discovered that the Handsome Prince was sadly, sadly mistaken in his assumption. That afternoon, the King heard a horrible scream coming from the guest suite. He ran to the room to find the Queen pointing at the bed. There, under the covers, sat a pair of boxer shorts. The Handsome Prince somehow left his boxers in the bed, even though nothing….I REPEAT…NOTHING happened in that bed that would require the removal of said boxers.

Pseudoskeptics and my blood pressure

I usually stay out of deep scientific waters, but Thud has had some wonderful posts lately about skeptics who don’t want to hear evidence that might disrupt their impressions of the world. He linked to an excellent article about the difference between a true skeptic and a “pseudoskeptic”. It’s nice to see some common sense and logic for a change.