"We're just one big happy litterbox...."
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OCCUPANTS Rissicat Gryphoncat Changeling
Household Interests: Final Fantasy, herding cats, anime, manga, reading, avoiding housework, more anime and reading, art, writing, encouraging artists and writers Weblog and Ficblog Links: (Header cartoon kitties by GryphonCat; BG and layout by Changeling; page title by Riss.) This weblog hosted by PITAS.com |
Rissicat "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." - Maya Angelou Astonishly, I'm still alive. I'm finding myself challenged and (mostly!) able to meet the challenges. Admittedly, I have moments of wondering what the hell I'm trying to accomplish, but that's mostly when I'm sitting up at 3am trying to finish a paper, and wondering whether I'll be able to get up and go to work in 3 hours. On the insane hand, I'm eyeing up the accelerated MBA program with twinges of lust in my heart. Things I Miss This Term: I miss being able to cook. I miss watching anime and video games. I miss spending time with my best friends that does not include a 10 pound text book in my lap. I miss reading blogs and IM'ing with friends. Things I Gained This Term: The "freshman" 5 pounds. Dammit. A blog to call home, since I never had a diary. A solid excuse not to travel when work asks it of me. The wonder of being allowed to be smart without having to worry about hurting someone else's feelings. The ability to take on more (successfully!) than I thought I could. ...scratched in the box at 10:39 a.m. on Monday, April 28, 2003 Rissicat My 8-Ball is omniscient and I miss my ducks I miss being able to write for pleasure. Two stories, three really, languish while I explore psychological contracts in organizational structures, and the glass ceiling in women's careers. We won't even mention that I just applied for a new and more responsible position at work.... Someone should examine my head for damage. And I still miss my ducks, damnit. ...scratched in the box at 07:58 p.m. on Monday, April 14, 2003 Rissicat We're running, as fast as we can; I really think we'll make it. We're running, running... keep holding my hand, so we don't get separated. Names: I guess they'd be awfully dependent on the language you're referencing against. But my first means "laughter". My second would mean "sheltered/sheltering". My last is Dutch and probably means something to do with the male sex organ. 'Nuf said. (What was the G-cat or Changeling once told me? Laughing during sex is good... laughing and pointing is not.) Life is very, very good. Just get home safe and sound, roomies. Well, as "sound" as you all ever are! *grin* ...scratched in the box at 08:03 p.m. on Sunday, April 6, 2003 Rissicat To paraphrase: There and home again. The wild dash was successful. We got there a few hours after she came out of anesthesia and she reported that she still hurt, but in a whole new, and much more temporary way. She'll rest up and regain her strength for a couple days and then G-cat will bring her home. More when I hear from them again. Until then, I'm Mom for all the critters for a day or three... am I in trouble. I also have to settle down and finish the paper that I should have been working on this weekend. Eep. So glad that everything will go back to normal - except that we will no doubt be eating healthier! Eh, I was starting to pack on the "freshman 15" anyway, so this is good for me, too. Changeling sends her thanks to all. She'll natter at you in person as soon as she can! ...scratched in the box at 07:30 p.m. on Sunday, April 6, 2003 Rissicat Screw "reasonable": We're on our way to Michigan. ...scratched in the box at 04:14 p.m. on Friday, April 4, 2003 Rissicat Gonna get messier before it gets better... Surgery has gone from "possibility" to "probability". They're scheduled to take her in at 6pm today...... Wah! G-cat and I are poised to make a mad, 5-hour dash up to Michigan, just to be there for her. Earliest we could get there is 11pm, probably, so they won't even let us get to see her. This sucks. ...scratched in the box at 03:42 p.m. on Friday, April 4, 2003 Rissicat Mneh... (whiiine) Want roommate back. Want her back now, dammit. Instead, we have to wait and see what the surgeon says in the morning. I soooo suck at waiting. Careful, Luny.... I'm beginning to suspect that travel is bad for one's health. ...scratched in the box at 11:37 p.m. on Thursday, April 3, 2003 Gryphoncat It ain't getting any better for Changeling... ...Because she started to hurt on the way to the funeral. She made it through the viewing but her mom took her to the ER after that...and they admitted her. She's gonna be okay, but ARRRRGH this is soooo not what anyone needs. And she had to miss the actual funeral that she drove 5 hours to get to. Crap crap crap. Rissicat and I will probably be driving out to get her when she is discharged and driving her and her car home. Fweeeeeeeeee. Any other details I shall leave for Changeling to divulge. Suffice to say life's in an uproar. In other news, the sun actually does exist My daffodils bloomed yeaterday. How gorgeous. I was out doing a load of yard work, and I saw that, got rid of a load of nasty weeds, repotted my mini roses (I loooove mini roses) and my dragonwing begonia, and...urgh. Is this boring? I don't wanna be boring. But yard work after a crappy winter is just the best thing, and writing this I don't have to worry about Changeling... ....for a whole two seconds. That's it, I need to cut a tree or two down. I know just the trees. Fear me, you lousy apple tree which has never borne an apple fit for anything more than a groundhog, even after I trimmed you and fed you. And fear me, you nasty nasty black locust tree. I'm mad at the world and you're gonna get it...RAR. Thorne, Twig, thanks for the good wishes for Changeling. Hopefully when this is all over the good stuff will kick in. Luny! Fic blog!! Wheeeeeeee!!! Thank you ^_^. Also - Thorne: (((Hugg)))! NEVER NEVER let anyone fool you into believing that "these are the best years of your life". If I'd've thought that was true, I would have committed suicide in high school, I think. The best years of your life are now. And yesterday. And tomorrow. But mostly the best time of your life is every now you live through, and even if any one moment sucks, each now is better than the last. It builds on your life and knowledge and experience. I have never wanted to stop at any point in my life because I'd hate to miss what's to come. Even now, with Changeling hurt...because there will be more nows. Don't be afraid to go forward. Woo. I am such a freaking optimist. But it always bears out for me and the people I love. Now excuse me, I have a couple trees to shred. ...scratched in the box at 02:15 p.m. on Thursday, April 3, 2003 Rissicat "Catchy but annoying" Dept... What is it lately with the obnoxious/self denigrating pop lyrics? In the last half year or so, I've listened to Uncle Cracker explain that it doesn't matter that you're married; he's the best thing that has happened to you - so long as you don't ask for permanency. Another idiot girl sings about how he obviously loves her "underneath it all", and that she'll put up with his bad temper for the sex. The list goes on... Listen up Crack: Any marriage is a promise. Promise is commitment. Commitment means doing your level best to make it work - period. Anyone who really thinks it's not worth the effort should get the hell out of the marriage and move on; complicating the relationship because you're unhappy doesn't win any bonus points in the long run. Not even in the short run come to think of it. As for the infatuated idiot, I've always known (and warned any SO of mine) that if they ever took a swing at me, they should be aware of two things. One: I will "return fire" - so, be ready for it. Two: I'll be headed out the door immediately afterwards, no second chances. End of story. I am sooo amused by your proposal. It dove-tails so nicely with my "revised presidency theory". I suggested that the terms of the presidency be revised so that the elected president can only serve ONE 10-year term. No second term, so they won't waste 50% of their office time trying to get re-elected. Ten years, so there is sufficient time to do something constructive, since congress and our legislative process can be difficult at times. And then, at the end of his/her tenure - we shoot them. That way the only people who run for Presidential office are totally serious/dedicated, and we save the costs of guarding them for the rest of their natural lives. On another note, Changeling's still in Michigan. It *is* quiet without her. ...scratched in the box at 11:57 a.m. on Thursday, April 3, 2003 Gryphoncat Whaaaaaat????? You tried chirashi-zushi without me? That's it! I have to get another job in that building, I just have to. ... ... ... Hi everyone, I'm sorry I've been away for so long. What Rissicat didn't mention is that I got the call from my sis and bro-in-law at 10:40 at night (Monday, March 24), when I was just starting to pack for the drive there in the morning. Kyaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Somehow or another, Rissicat and Changeling managed to get me together and out the door in less than an hour. I had arranged to rent a car for the next day; Changeling said, "Take mine, I'll take the rental tomorrow!" So by 11:30 I was on my way across the state. With less-than-adequate sleep. Joy!!! As a matter of taste (and an aversion to caffeine and its nastier effects), I tend to avoid Jolt cola, but there are times when it gets the job done. Woo-hoo! I stopped at every rest stop but one and still got there by 3:30 am Tuesday. (I loooove cruise control...no, no, Changeling; I didn't go 80...oh, okay, I set the cruise for 79...eh heh heh...) I really had not needed to go so fast. There were no complications, and it was another 14 hours before my nephew showed up...but I was right there helping. The hospital had no restrictions about visitors in the delivery room other than the parent's wishes, and bless 'em, they wished me there. Now my mom was an OB/GYN nurse, so she has assisted with many, many deliveries, but this was my first. And the nurses and the midwife asked me to help! I got to see my nephew the moment he was born. Wow. Wow wow wow. If you ever think you would like to be present at a birth but you're not sure how you'll react, just be there. You won't regret it. I'm still all glowy. Purrrrrrr!!! Now I'm gonna read everyone else's blogs...Oooooh, Rissicat's home!!! ...scratched in the box at 8:37 p.m. on Tuesday, April 1, 2003 |