Happy Passover! Or however you would say that. We had our seder earlier today, just the six of us. The seder itself was nice… it’s the cooking and prepping and cleaning up that gets me every time!
And I’m off tomorrow, first day of Unleavened Bread.
Anyhow, that’s all I really wanted to say for now. Everyone have a nice Passover season!
Bet you didn’t know my cat was pregnant again, did you? Well, now you know. Ooh, wait! Now she’s not.
Last night, around nine o’clock, she started meowing a lot and rushing the dogs… attacking them for no reason at all. She wouldn’t let me out of her sight and just seemed restless.
By midnight, we had six kittens. Aww! Obviously, they’re still less than twenty-four hours old, so we can’t tell if they’re boys or girls… but three of them look like Jack-Jack. Dark coloring, stripes. The other three look like Tia… light grey with stripes. I think about four of them have white paws and one’s got white around its face.
If I can kick my camera into action, I’ll get you some pictures!
Edit. I think I need to call another de-lurking week around these parts! I get plenty of visitors to this site; my counter tells me so, and so if you’ve been lurking (she knows who she is), pretty please at least leave a comment and say hi. I promise I don’t bite! In fact, I was dubbed “sweet” in a… really random conversation earlier.
Edit AGAIN: Happy birthday ABBY! She’s seven now!
Yes, that’s the worst part. It’s not the fact that I’m getting it, it’s the fact that I can hear it and I’m powerless to stop it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m starting to get an Oklahoma accent.
See, the funny thing is, it’s not even all the time. At home, I have a perfectly normal non-accent. When I’m with friends or on the phone… perfectly normal accent. When I first get to work… nope, still good.
In fact, sometimes I get teased because of how I say things. Like today, I told my manager to make this guy a cherry limeade with extra cherry syrup.
“Wait,” she says. “With what?”
“Extra cherry syrup,” I say.
“Say that again? Cherry what?”
“Syrup.”
Apparently I say it wrong. I guess I say it like… “sair-up” and everyone else says “sirr-up.” So I guess most of the time I “talk Northern.”
But the minute I hit that register, it comes out. All of a sudden I’ve got this horrendous southern accent coming on. I can hear it. It’s driving me nuts and yet I keep talking, absolutely powerless to stop it.
Next thing you know, I’m going to be saying that I’m going to “warsh” my “yeller dawg” and I’m not even going to think about it.
Ever have one of those dreams that are so real that you really think they happened the next day? I had something life changing happen to me yesterday… no wait, not really, because it turned out to be only a (good) dream after all.
No, really, I did. I was running late for work today, because I hadn’t reset my alarm and it went off an hour late. I then had about fifteen minutes to get up, go to the bathroom, get dressed, get myself presentable, and walk to work in another ten. Oh, and I had promised my boss that I’d bring her some lemonade (apparently I make it better than she does), so I’ve got to run back in the house, put the gallon jug in a bag, and then walk to work. I’ve got my iPod, and I’m in a rush.
I was about five feet away from him when I looked down and saw him… this angry looking, poofy, tail-straight-up skunk. Five feet in front of me. On my side of the road.
Whoa! I crossed the road fast… didn’t even look to see if a car was coming (thankfully, there wasn’t, or I’d have more problems on my hands than an angry skunk!). He kind of kept bristled and watched me walk by (by this time I had not only crossed the road but gone off the road into the trees… just trying to get away from him), and then when I was a safe distance away, he disappeared into a culvert and was gone.
Actually the whole walk to work today was weird. About fifteen feet down the road, I was calmed back down enough that I was back to enjoying the music. I glanced up at a branch that was right next to the road, higher than my head… and I see this owl, just sitting there. He was huge! I mean, he was probably a foot and a half, just sitting there in this tree.
To top it all off, there were these five, brown, yappy chihuahua puppies or something in the next front yard… jumping around and making general pests of themselves. All of this in one block. By the end of the block I was wondering what Disney movie I had walked in to. It was just… odd.
Edit: I walked the same way home today after work, and I’ve got an update. The gigantic owl? It was a statue. In a tree.
It looks a lot bigger in the dark, too.