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If I had a billion dollars, I'd give a million to each of my friends and family. I'd have an indoor gym and pool built at my college. I'd pay for teachers aides at my daughter's school. I'd buy every book Nora Roberts ever wrote, and I'd fly to her next book signing so I could tell her thank you for saving my sanity by giving me an escape from reality for a few hours at a time.
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1,000 Shades of Fool
American Girl
Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too
DJGroovySlug
FlyLady.net
He Wrote, She Wrote
I choose not to believe
I Was Just Thinking...
Jill Shalvis
Long and Writing Road
Miss Snark
Passionate Chaos
Pub Rants
Questions Asked, Questions Answered
Running With Quills
Still I Rise
Sublime Vacuity
The Steal-Me Book
Turn the Page
Woodland Rambles
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
The sequel to Poor Sparky.
The first thing Sparky did upon returning to the house- (after doing a walk-through to be sure everything was still where it belonged in her kindgom) was to roll in the litter box. My theory was that she was trying to get the smell of the other cats off of her. She was very happy to be home.
Course, when I had to remove her stitches it was a different story entirely. Originally I tried to hold her and do it all myself- not something I recommend. Sparky bit my arm- not hard, but enough to make her displeasure known. Not long after that, my youngest sister walked in, so she got drafted to hold the cat while I wielded the scissors and tweezers. I was given the evil death glare for about five minutes- even though I gave her a double helping of her favorite treat- but within half an hour she was curled up on my lap and purring. I think I felt worse about it than she did.
And another insanity brought to you by... Adjunct Faculty!
The scene: Sitting at the desk, ready to go have lunch. The phone rings. It's an adjunct faculty member having issues with her computer monitor. After asking if the cables are plugged in and receiving an affirmative reply, I, Super Library Assistant, spring (okay, meander) into action.
AF: When I wiggled this wire back here, the monitor came on. *Wiggles again. Popping sound is heard and monitor shuts off.* Oh, now it's not working again. Must be a short in the wire.
SLA: *Blinks, then plugs power supply cable more firmly into monitor. Monitor comes on.*
AF: Oh, I bet you feel so smart when you can fix stuff like that.
SLA: Not so much. *Exits before overwhelming urge to rip monitor off stand and beat faculty member wins.*
This is shaping up to be a bad day. I just got informed that I might as well not bother going back to one of my classes because there is no way I'm going to pass it. Loverly. Stupid teacher. Oh well, it's offered again in the spring, so I'll just wait and take it then from a different instructor.
I am just soooo fucking sorry that I was having a bad downward swing with my depression, and then my son got pneumonia, and then my good friend died, and that I didn't really feel like coming to class some days. I still met with my group for the final presentation, I just didn't turn in some homework that was due. Okay, a lot of homework. But you know what? I don't really like the instructor, so I don't much care right now.
Okay, that's a lie. I don't like failing. But she doesn't seem interested in my reasons for missing classes. Honestly, I wouldn't much give a shit either if I was her. It's no skin off her nose if someone doesn't pass. It's totally not her fault that I can't deal with my own shit and keep my head together- so I shouldn't be blaming her. It's my own fault that I didn't get the work turned in- Oshu managed to get his turned in and get a good grade even after everything happened... so obviously the problem lies with me, and with my inability to deal. Wow, news flash, huh. I can't deal with my own fucking life. Since when is that a surprise? I've been dealing with everyone else's issues, so why don't I just pull my head out of my ass and deal with my own?
Oh, probably because I'm an idiot. I sound like such a pathetic whining little snot. Somebody slap me. Please.
She is at the vet's, and by now I'm sure she is out of surgery. Yesterday, when I met her previous human to hand her over (since they were taking her to the vet for us, and keeping her for a few days kid-free recovery time) she was less than thrilled with me. Not only was she forced to suffer the indignity of being carried around in a pet taxi, but she was being given back to her former human. Poor baby, she probably thinks that I have abandoned her. By the time I get her back on Saturday, she will have worked herself into a royal snit. Her name isn't Her Royal Highness Queen Sparky for nothing. I have a feeling I will be paying for this crime upon her person for many moons to come. Sigh... it's a good thing I have a chubby ass, cause she'll be biting it.
And that isn't even considering that I have to take her stitches out in a week. Yup, I'm doomed.
Today, a patron came barrelling up to the desk. "Thank goodness you're here! I knew you could help me!"
"Um, what's the problem?"
"My wireless internet isn't working! I haven't changed anything since you set it up last week, and today it just won't work!"
*Check all of the connections... everything looks right.* "Are you sure the wireless switch is on?"
"Yeah, I never turn it off."
*Check everything again.* "Are you sure your wireless is on?"
"Oh, well, no, maybe it isn't. Which direction do I slide this to turn it on?" *Moves switch to on position.* "Oh, look! The light turned blue! I guess it wasn't on after all. Thanks!"
*Smiles until patron walks away, then quietly whacks head on desk.*
Her Royal Highness Queen Sparky has a new trick. She carries small objects- like a pencil or a plastic jack- to the top of the stairs, bats it down a few steps at a time, and when she gets to the bottom, carries it up again. I really thought Oshu was making it up until I saw her in action.
Having the cat is rather like having another child. When I get home, I'm greeted by meows and followed around the house. If I go to the bathroom and don't let her in, she sits outside the door whining and sticks a paw under to wave at me. When she thinks its my bedtime, she starts meowing at me until I start to head up the stairs. Then she will stare at me until I say, "Well, come on then", at which point she will leap up the stairs ahead of me and straight into the bedroom. She usually parks her furry hide on the bed and waits for me to get in. If I go back downstairs for something after telling her I'm going to bed, she will chase me back down and meow irritatedly until I finish what I'm doing and go back upstairs. Once I get into bed, she usually lays down beside me and purrs until a) I fall asleep b) she falls asleep c) she gets bored.
Tomorrow she is being taken back to her previous home for a few days. Thursday she has an appointment with the vet to be spayed. The poor people that we got her from are taking seven cats and a dog all at once- they've both taken a few days off of work in order to take care of the animals. Not only that, but none of the animals are allowed to eat anything after midnight on Wednesday because of the surgery, so I won't be too surprised to find out that the cats revolted and ate their owners.
We won't be getting her back until probably Saturday. How will I know when it's bedtime without Sparky to tell me?
