Carrie-on Baggage: It is good to be without vices, but it is not good to be without temptations.

Friday, August 14, 2009

It is good to be without vices, but it is not good to be without temptations.

Way, hey, hey. Happy Friday all! It's a bittersweet day for me as I pack up my desk and try to sucker someone into moving it to the other building for me. Plus I get to go to lunch-hooray!

Happy Birthday Kathy!
Today is Kathy's birthday. Remember she's one of my friends trying to sell a house? Well today is her *mumble mumble* birthday! Hooray! Happy Birthday Kathy. We are going to Johnny's Italian Steakhouse at Village Pointe to celebrate. Seth has to stay home because his project is due tonite at 11 pm and he has to do some final tweaking so he doesn't have a meltdown about it. And he has to clean the house for his parents visit Saturday. Chet is coming over too so we will have to go to the grocery store and get food because Chet could eat enough for an infantry division.

Speaking of food
This weekend I'm going to attempt to make the noodles for the lasagna. I'm very nervous but I looked at the recipe Bob gave me for food processor pasta dough and I'm more confident because a, it's really simple and b, the food processor does all the hard work, I just have to roll the dough thru the pasta machine thingy. Oh and find a place to dry it. That reminds me I should call my dad and see if he still has that sweater drying rack we had when I was in like 11th grade…I'm sure it hasn't survived one of my mom's house purges.

Let's see what else?
In an effort to combat the funky smell in my basement that I think is keeping me from hanging out down there I washed all the pillows and blankets and then sprinkled carpet powder everywhere, including the couches. I'm wondering if that time Pam and I got really drunk and she power vomited on me at New Years might be coming back to haunt me now that the weather is warmer…
Holy crap on a cracker, its only 8:35? Booo that. Major boo that.
You know that old saying forgive and forget? I'm working on that, it's a lot harder than it looks on TV.
Now it's 8:36…
My desk is all packed up and it's making me sad.
You know what would be awesome right now? If I didn't have to wear pants, and if I was at home in my bed and it was raining and overcast and cool out.
Remember yesterday when I did MORE THAN 1000 words? I'm struggling to do more than 500 today.

Alright I quit
That's all I've got rattling around people! I hope you have a super fantastic marvelous weekend and I hope I do too.

Love (sleeping in),
Carrie

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An almost daily blog of Carrie's ramblings that come from her baggage in life. Carrie lives with her disgustingly smart husband, amazing daughter bulldozer son and two Bengal cats in Colorado Springs. She is an avid reader and an obsessive television watcher. She loves to travel, sleep, snuggle and generally be friggin awesome. She suffers a smartphone addiction. She makes inane pop culture references. She hopes one day someone will give her a talk show where she talks about all the tv she watches, gossip she reads about on the internet, and life observations she has. Comments and followers make me blog more frequently, its a guilt thing.

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About the Kidtens

I have two Bengal Cats-Bagheera and Willow. Willow is the girl and the spotted snow and Bagheera is the boy and the spotted dark. They are fixed so we can't breed them-my Pops is still mad at me for that. I would love to tell you about my breeder, but they were pretty horrible and apparently don't exist anymore. This could be because Bengals are illegal in Omaha (I live in Omaha's Sarpy County, which is not Omaha, it's an SID) or because they had 26 cats in a tiny corner of the basement stacked on top of each other.

Willow was actually our second choice in snows. We decided to get two because Bengals are notoriously active and we didn't want one to get lonely and eat our house while we were gone. Willow gets smarter every day. She recently figured out how to turn on the sinks, which bodes well with her love of water. She loves Seth more than anything, but has been known to cuddle with me too when I'm sad. She's a sweet girl. She also will NOT SHUT UP. If you wonder what a conversation with a cat is like, come chat with Willow. Willow is also known as Willow Bee, the Beezus, and Pretty Kitty.

Bagheera is your typical boycat. He sleeps with us most nights and we have worked out a "snacks for snuggles" barter system. He gives you love on his terms. Bagheera was born with a bad right back leg. The breeders told us that he broke it in the womb because there was too many kittens in the litter. The vet told us that he didn't know a thing about it until days later. So far he uses it like peg leg and it doesn't bother him at all. We talked to the vet about getting it fixed but the vet says the way he uses it, like a pirate, it wouldn't heal properly and he still would try to use it like he does. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him so we are cool. The breeders told me they were going to put him down because they couldn't sell him and the price of the "surgery" would outweigh his "value". I practically snatched him and ran. They gave him to me for free. He has an amazing coat-show quality. I wonder if there is a cat show special olympics... Bagheera is also known as Baggy, Bags,Doots, Stinky Boy Kitty, and Buddy Bear.

Anyway that's me, Carrie-patron Saint of lost causes and handicats.