The local menagerie

Lots of thoughts rattling around up there in my head this morning:

Son number one won a good chunk of money in a state lottery raffle...at the time he bought the tickets, I thought he was crazy-they were 20 dollars each and he bought two. He won several hundred however, and apparently I don't know what I'm talking about.

Poor, poor CrazyDog...several times in the night, she was up--wandering the apartment, click, click, click went her nails on the wood floor. I kept encouraging her to go back to bed, it was late, etc....finally, at three-thirty, she was making the strangest noise, I went to investigate, she was flipping her completely empty water bowl across the floor...I felt so bad, that never happens, apparently she had been thirsty all night...man-oh-man, we are bad dog parents. After she drank nearly half of the contents, she happily went back to the bedroom...

Speaking of being parents to unruly animals: Sunday morning, after being up for much of the night, and after Mark had gotten up and walked CrazyDog, we decided to go back to bed, after all it was only 6:30 on a weekend...so that's exactly what we did. About 8:00, there was a knock on the door...is that our cat down by the elevator? Holy crap - Mason, aka Farfield, had escaped when Mark came back in with CD, and we didn't even know it. Poor, poor Mason, he seemed pretty traumatized by his little adventure...and when we moved in here, I thought the fact that they required photos of your animals was stupid, now I must admit, I'm happy they do. I wonder if he was spotted by another resident here and then called in, because it was the leasing manager that came knocking, or if he was spotted on the ever present, always monitored cameras...but either way, I felt really stupid for not knowing that my kitty had packed his little red bandanna and put it on a stick, and hit the trail---looking for a train to hitch a ride to....where exactly?

Home today, all day...work on the damned books, I swear, I am going to, even if it harelips the governor. And it might, I have been putting this off for so long.

Mark's mom sent a check for our anniversary, it was very thoughtful of her...and now, because of that, I am getting the print of "winter trees" to hang in my new living room. I am so excited about that, as buying it for myself seemed really selfish under the current financial circumstances... Plus, this weekend is the Des Moines Art Festival and I have always wanted to go to that, so at least one of my kiddos and myself will go to that, you never know, I may find something I cannot live without to help fill the really bare wall space in here. I am really looking forward to it.

Not well this morning at all, yesterday was really bad, too. I am not sure what to do about any of it but whine about it, until I have health insurance, I just have to deal with it, not that I think there is any miracle-cure out there anyway.

I think now I'm going to cruise around a little and see what's going on your worlds...Have a very happy day!

:)

What's new, Pussycat?

A happy Friday to you all! It has been a crazy week, I'll tell you. Wonderful, but crazy. Other than the pesky job situation, just about perfect, I must say. I am now the proud owner of a Direct TV box once again, so the world is good. :) My, how I hate living without my news.

Today, we have the bed delivered. That will be good, after that-I don't think there will be anymore deliveries or moving of things, other than the few things that we still need to bring from down South. Frankly, we are out of room here, so if I bring it, I must really need it. The only important thing that I can think of that still needs to come this direction is the television for the spare room. And I think I left some towels and sheets in the linen closet, although it wouldn't hurt me at all to start over in that department, mine really look BAD. That will have to wait though, we have already spent a fortune on things that we HAD to have here, although I am headed back to Target (pronounced Tarjay for the hoity-toity) to buy a print for the wall in the living room...that's right folks, I am just classy like that, I buy my art in a store that sells milk and bread, teehee.

So, today I have an interview at my bank. They need a branch manager (among other things). Wish me luck. On Monday, I have an interview for a sales job that I think I would like very much. I am hoping that one of these pan out and I don't have to spend much time looking. I have done a little research on the George S May company, and have decided that their tactics are a little too high pressure for me to be comfortable with. And so it goes...

I am sitting on my balcony as I write, it certainly is a beautiful morning. You wouldn't know that the whole area, (not here, but around me) is flooding.

You all have a great Friday - I plan to. :)