Guns & Roses necklace nearly complete

In addition to wrapping up school, I really wanted to get this completed and mailed before my surgery. Made it just under the wire. I have a sterling musket charm that is Wonderful but i can't find it nd will have to send it along. I hope the raffle winner will enjoy this or will give it to someone who will enjoy wearing it. :)

I'm really proud of everyone who contributed to the raffle.

Thai one on!

Out having probably my last meal out at home before the end of the year. Thai food. Yum. I'll recover from surgery at Mom and Dad's because I can't be around jumpy puppies while the bones in my face mend.

Couldn't find a dining companion so I'm flying solo and reading a crochet book I just got. Planning a lot of crochet while I recover.

Test went well this morning. I feel much more confident than of previous tests. unlikely I'll pull a B, but much better off than I thought I was.
I think.

Furry barnacles and competitive snuggling

We got snow in the region Sunday night and it was actually cold enough to bust out the electric blanket. I had the heat on in the house, but pretty low. Monday I turned the heat up a bit. Bedtime came and I cranked up the heat on the blankie about an hour before bed.

Now it's 3:15 in the AM and the furnacles just did a leap-froggish swapping of positions. When I got in bed, I was freezing and thought I'd never be warm this night. Now I'm burning up. Oh, look: there goes the furnace. I'd better turn the blanket down some more.

I think I could heat the house with the BTUs the varmints are giving off. Especially Mochi. She's a hot little dog.

Here's some sweater puppies photos for your viewing pleasure.

I made a 78 on my Macroeconomics final and only needed a 60 to keep my A, so YAY!!!

I scored an 80 on my A&PLAB final, and I'm ecstatic about that. If I ace the written portion later this morning, a B will still be within my grasp. Yay again. Wish me luck!

Technicolor yawns. Or burps. Or...

For what few gifts I'm giving this year, it's a home-spun Christmas. Making this rainbow scarf for a very colorful creature, I foolishly left the project on the coffee table. The next day, Miss Mochi came gaily sashaying through trailing a wake of tangled yarn and scarf-to-be. I had to liberate the yarn and scarf, and a couple feet of yarn had to be pulled from Mochi's guttiwuts. Back on task, I am crocheting and erred on the side of good taste and cut out the yarn wot she swallered. If the scarf was for myself, though, I woulda left in the nommed bit.

Questions raised by "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

If the chickens are in the bread pan, wouldn't they be picking out bread, not dough?

Should I worry that I preferred the devil's version in the duel?

Does anyone really think the Devil would have honored the agreement not to hasten young Johnny to the fiery inferno anyhoo?

That is all.

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: shouldn't we be asleep already?

If it's dark, the puppies are ready for bed. Thought this was particularly persuasive.

...or just punch him in the gooch

That's what Himself said when his fortune cookie held the wisdom from the photo.

Teehee!

Dearest Darling Asshole,

Although in your realm of lawyerdom you are a big wheel and rilly, rilly important, you should learn than you don't know everything about everything. I work in a field so very beneath your exalted self that it is inconceivable to you that there may be minutiae to which I am privy of which you are -- Shock! Horror!-- ignorant. But it is true. I know stuff about which you know nothing. You probably think you could operate a backhoe or a helicopter or catch the biggest fish because all the people who do those jobs are so obviously stupider than your bad self. You know what the frightening reality is, Mr. Raspberry? You NEED your garbage men. You NEED that lowly grunt who reads your meter. You need the guy who cleans the backed up shit from your plumbing so you don't have to sully your lily-white collar with the putrescence of real life that "incompetent" (read lower economic classes) people like myself tidy up for you because you do, indeed, poop and it does, indeed, stink. And you NEED me.

It's rather delicious that you called my colleague one desk over to complain that "some idiot in Texas" called you, because we are nowhere near the border. Unlike myself, she was BORN here in Texas and took profound umbrage.

Myself, I admit I cried when I got off the phone with you a couple of hours ago, but I am over it. I have bigger fish to fry and an actual life. You, otoh, are saddled with the unimaginable burden of going through life as yourself. I feel sorry for the lonely Hell that must be for you, but you deserve it.
Signed,
An idiot in Texas who is thankful for the brevity of our relationship

P.S.: You have a very distinctive name. My boyfriend promised me if he ever meets you, he'll punch you in the gooch. I advise you to steer broadly clear of Texas.

A brave, new, kinda stoned world...

Oh, the irony.

In this article, a Seattle spokesman sums Washington's nascent legalization of marijuana thusly:

On the city's police website, spokesman Jonah Spangenthal-Lee said: "The department's going to give you a generous grace period to help you adjust to this brave, new, and maybe kinda stoned world we live in."

I don't mind going on record saying that I think pot should be legal, but I can't help noting the irony of the invocation of Huxley's dystopian cautionary tale, which was named for the ironic moment in The Tempest when Prospero's daughter, seeing non-staff humans for the first time declares this a "brave, new world" as the drunken travelers slither off their ship onto the remote island.

In Brave New World, people are kept docile by the steady administration of Soma, a contentment inducing drug.

Again, I do not criticize Washington for the legalization of pot. I think our legal system and detention facilities would be better served not to prosecute/incarcerate people who enjoy recreational weed. I just think that someone in so lofty a position as to be a city's spokesperson should be more aware of the implication of their words, and should be more careful about which words they choose to state.

One down, two to go.

A&PLAB final was today. I think I made a decent showing of it. I have two big review sessions planned with a classmate, and I may pull this off yet.

Macroeconomics is more cut and dried, but it's solid.

I (mis)calculated and thought I'd have to make a 16 on that final for a B or an 86 for an A. Turns out I was wrong. I need to earn a 60 to land an A. Just when I was going to blow it off! Professor sent an announcement today that the final is open book, no time limit and may take as many times as we like online. Wow. I guess I will try, after all.

New phone

My new iPhone arrived Tuesday. I was pleased to see how small the literature was this time, because who really rtfm? Not me, apparently.

Going to be more selective on apps this time. Probably no ocarina or glow sticks or scritchin kitty.

Surgery is a week from tomorrow. A&P lab final is tomorrow and macroeconomics final opens Friday. I have a good solid B there, so I'm putting all my study energy into anatomy. The end of this semester will be a huge relief.

Feeling a little wistful.

This is the start of the final week of me working from home. Next week starts my time off for my surgery, so I'll be out for at least a month, but I'm pretty bummed about working away from home after this. I do better and more focused work from home. And I find it easier to have a good attitude about the surly, navel-gazing 20-somethings at work when I don't have to, you know, see them. le sigh. Oh well.

For my lunch today, I went out back and picked up a few pounds of pecans because: free food! I can't eat nuts because of my braces, but I can gift them, and I can also freeze the shelled ones. Thing is that I'm a little weary of shelling pecans. I can suck it up and deal with it, though, because, again: free food!

Then when my braces come off next year, I can celebrate with a pecan pie or something.

Nice to look forward to that.

In the meantime, though, I'll hate being away from my pups for work, but needs must. Onward and upward.

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: I help mommy crochet

Mochi is a very nice little helper, keeping my leg warm and all. :)
Thank goodness for recliners, though. The whole pack would never fit on a rocking chair.



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...and glad hosannas erupted from chez Phlegm.

The apocalyptic white trash is moving out of the house next door.

Yee haw!


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