Carrie-on Baggage: The smaller the mind the greater the conceit.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The smaller the mind the greater the conceit.

Well hey there and good morning blog world. Happy Tuesday. I hope the week is going well for you, young as it is.

New Job
I started my new job this week. So far so good, although I haven’t really done anything monumental yet. Today is a busy day in the afternoon so we will see how that goes. It is very, very quiet in this building. I have a cube with a window now and it looks like every now and then they get lunch and cake for the training classes and then share the leftovers with us, so that’s exciting. I love free pizza and cake. I like my new chair. Now if I could just get a nap time over here, it would be perfect, or the ability to sleep in until I was ready to wake up and then get to come to work.

Succubus Garden
I’ve turned into THAT lady at work. I’m the lady bringing in cucumbers and tomatoes and begging people to take them. Like going cube to cube like a crazy bird feeder lady and begging people to take my veggie overflow. If my mom was in town I would give it all to her and tell her to put it on the veggie table at her church for people to take. Seriously people-Seth picked 2 bowls of tomatoes last night and 6 giant cucumbers. I just gave him a death stare like put those back and let them rot.

Status of Fantasy Lasagna
Okay so the tomato sauce is made, and about 16 of the noodles are made, the noodles were a lot tougher to do then I thought they would be. In fact I quit three times and threw a huge fit with tears over them not going as smoothly as when I did them with Bob. Seth swooped in and saved the day and I just snuffled and helped. We worked on it about 3 hours before we ran out of supplies. But he seems to have a system down. Hopefully we can get some more done this weekend while I work on the ricotta on Sunday. Otherwise the lasagna will have half homemade and half boxed.

Mad Men
Did you watch it? You either loved it or hated it. I didn’t see the first ten minutes so I have to go back and watch that on the DVR, but what I did see felt like a comfy smoking jacket. I love all the women’s clothes in the show.

Entourage
This was a good episode, although it’s starting to feel like the same formula over and over, things are going great, things fall apart. I loved the stuff with Ari though, he is definitely my favorite!

Blather
Alright that’s enough blather for today, sorry it’s all I have time for! I’ll try again tomorrow!

Love (to wear pajamas as my job),
Carrie

1 comment:

jenifriendAugust 18, 2009 at 9:47 AM
i hope you have a great week carrie! let us know how your job goes!!
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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.