I have moved

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Kind of depressed so let's post pictures of kitties!

So I thought I had money to do some Christmas shopping this paycheck. Turns out I forgot about the cable bill. I always forget about the cable bill. It's 212.50 and covers cable, internet and the phone and my God, that's really exprensive. We probably don't need all the stations we have but it is our only luxury so we're keeping it. For now. Plus, right now I am listening to The Eagles singing "Those Shoes" on Comcast's music channels. Love classic rock.

Because I am short on money, I'm not going to Rob and Betty's on Christmas Eve because I can't afford to buy them a gift.* Plus Keem isn't going home for Christmas so we're going to have a nice dinner and I might try to make a creme brulee. I got a creme brulee kit thing a few months back when Linen and Things first started closing their stores. It is my favorite dessert and I can't wait to try it out.

*I know they wouldn't care but I still feel bad about it.

Plus I have got to get my happy pills prescription refilled. This is not a good time of the year to run out of pills, especially with the suckiness of the economy. But there's another 25 bucks I am going to have to scrounge up from somewhere.

Oh well, in just 3 more payments, the lap top will be paid off and I can actually have some extra money again.

Anyway, here are pictures of the children. Well, mainly Kalli doing her best to destroy the household.

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Kalli will sometimes stop tearing around the apartment and stare at the television. Keem and I were watching "Dungeons and Dragons" last month and Kalli was fascinated. Especially by the dragons.





I did not throw her away, even though sometimes we think about it. She is kind of a pain.





Yes. That is a cat in our junk drawer.





I mentioned she has an addition for ice, right? She is constantly trying to get into our glasses and it is normal to come out in the morning and find the glasses on the floor.





The only way that Eddy gets treats is if we hide them from Kalli. We have to distract her with her own treats (which she typically will only eat if they are scattered on the coffee table. She has to stalk them and then knock them onto the floor. She's weird).





We bought the cats these crinkly bag toys - one is a tree and the other is a hat. Eddy loves to lie on them since he doesn't fit inside them. They are so spoiled.

As you can see, our freezer is fairly full but can still hold a kitten. This is her meet cat pose. Any time I go to get ice, she has to be there. Climbing all over the place and trying to dive into the glasses. How many people do you know that have to say "Cat, get out of the freezer."

And now, the many reasons why we aren't having a Christmas tree this year.

Here she has found the tree. Eddy likes to lie under the tree and pretend he is a present so we were hoping this was going to be the most she did. Ha.

Nope. Got to pretend she's an ornament.

Unplugging it didn't fool her. She knew it was still there.

And this is when she discovered she could climb the tree to get to the DVD rack and go from there to the bookshelf and the entertainment center.

I am also moving my blog over to Word Press. I've been on Blogger forever but Word Press has seduced me. I'll be keeping this blog up for awhile, probably until I either figure out how to add HaloScan comments to Word Press or move all of my HaloScan comments into Blogger. Stupid computers and their technology.

Anyway, here is the link. Hope to see you there.

Perhaps I might need more sleep

So part of my job is tracking who has sent in questions to our Electronic Library here at NABABNA.  We have a log that I have to type in information about who sent what and if we added it.  Last week, I was somewhat tired and found myself nodding off at my desk.  You know, your eyes start drooping, your head starts bobbing and next you know, you're drooling on your keyboard.  So far I've been able to avoid the keyboard drooling.

Anyway, I notice this happening last week and manage to wake myself up a little bit.  I stare at what I was typing.  It was supposed to be a brief description of a problem we had here, where we found out certain replacement checks had to be ordered through a different department instead of following our normal procedure.  But that's not what I wrote.  No, I ended up typing "Certain Department/Cowboys cannot work together."  What?  This makes no sense at all.  What does the certain department have against cowboys?  Is there a range feud? 

Today it happens again.  Except this time it is not in the log, it's in the actual Electronic Library.  The one that gets read daily by tons of people.  And what I've written could have been displayed on the front page for all to see that I am completely insane.

Today's information for the representatives?  "Information has been added to the Electronic Library about cashing pirates."

WTF?  Am I on drugs that I am not aware of?  Do I have a rich fantasy life involving work, pirates and cowboys?  I have no clue.  And the real question - since when can pirates be exchanged for goods and services?

Perhaps I am a bit vain

On Tuesday, in between my appointment at the doctor (where I got to have blood drawn and get stabbed twice (okay, I got a flu shot and a tetanus shot) in the shoulders) and the mammogram appointment at the hospital (where my breasts were slammed between cold plastic and turned into pancakes), my sister Kari and I went to get our hair cut.

I had originally thought about trying to see if I could pull off Maggie Gyllenhaal's most recent haircut (posted on Go Fug Yourself here) but Kari was flipping through books with different hair styles. And there I saw it. This cute, adorable pixie cut. Could I pull it off? Would it be too short? What the heck. I was going to try it.

My hair is now two inches long (except for my bangs, they are a tad shorter but have been fixed since my last "Oh my God, I can't stand my hair anymore. Where are the scissors?" breakdown) and, if I do say so myself, quite adorable. I love my hair. My hair loves me. I even styled it this morning.

As we were driving to the boob squishing appointment, Kari asked me what I thought of her hair cut. I told her I thought it was cute (it is).

Kari: I didn't really look at it.
DM: What? You didn't check it when she showed you the finished product?
Kari: No. I hate that part. I just want to say yes, yes, let me on my merry way.
DM: Wait. You mean you don't stare at yourself in the mirror and think about how cute you are?
Kari: No! Do you?
DM: Yes! That's my favorite part!
Kari: Well, obviously you don't have any self confidence issues.
DM: Why would I? I'm freakin' adorable! Who wouldn't love me? I'm me!

I have noticed that when I like my hair, I feel much better about myself. So hopefully, I'll continue this "Gosh, I am so great" feeling. Plus, very excited to learn that I lost a "couple" of pounds from the last time I went to the doctor. Yay!

I promise to post pictures of my hair and the cats soon, including the reason why Keem and I are not having a Christmas tree this year.