Archive for February, 2005

Feb

21

There’s No Basement at the Alamo!

9:21 pm · category: Uncategorized

Remember that magical movie moment? It was the only thing I could think of as a title, despite the fact that I have not been to the Alamo.

I did, however, visit the Alamo Drafthouse in Austin, TX, this weekend. I went with my aunt, cousin, and cousin’s boyfriend to attend the Buffy-Sing-A-Long. It was absolutely outstanding. There’s something incredibly satisfying about singing at the top of your lungs as the musical episode of Buffy (“Once More With Feeling”) plays on the big screen with 200 people who “get it” in the same way you do. I should probably be gushing about this, but I did that all day at work and people started to look at me strangely.

Right now I’m eating biscuits from Popeyes. I don’t really like biscuits. And I don’t much care for Popeye’s food. But I love Popeye’s biscuits.

Feb

1

Codeine and Kitty Cats

12:14 am · category: Uncategorized

I have the nastiest sinus infection on the planet. I’ve been self-medicating since Friday, but that course of treatment hasn’t been too terribly successful. All it’s really done is result in an addiction to Vicks Sinex Nasal Spray, which is worth its weight in gold. Still, between that and the other OTC drugs I’ve been taking (DayQuil, Nyquil, TheraFlu and tons of vitamins), I’ve experienced little relief. I feel as though all the moisture in my body has been sucked out. My skin is dry and rough, the area around my mouth and nose is decidely unsightly, and I have the worst cottonmouth ever. I feel kind of like the salt creature in the pilot episode of Star Trek: TOS (“The Man Trap”). Or better yet, like the slug creatures that infected Fred in the Angel episode “The Price.” (Sadly, copious amounts of alcohol did not force the infection from my body.)



Today my officemates threatened me with additional bodily harm if I didn’t go to the doctor, so I finally acquiesed. (I figured that since I had lived without insurance and doctor visits for three years, I could tough it out. But when your officemates start brandishing Lysol and threatening to engulf you in a spray of disenfectant every time you cough, sneeze or blow your nose, you realize that a trip to the doctor might be a good idea to keep the peace and general health of the staff intact.) I got a wonderful steroid shot, a whole bag full of Allegra D samples, and a prescription for cough medicine with codeine. I expect to be feeling mighty good in a couple of hours, and I’ve already stopped being a mouth breather.



I’m doing quite a bit of my work at home now, spending only four hours or so in the office daily. The senior pastor suggested I try this, noting that I have all the computer programs I need at home as well as a much faster internet connection. Moreover, he said he finds he works better at home and that he wanted me to have that option. I latched onto it right away, and it’s worked out very well. I’m accomplishing much more at home, especially since I hit my creative and productive peak between 11:00 p.m. and 2:00 a.m. I generally hit the sheets around 3:00 a.m., get up at 9:00, work in the office from 10:00 to 12:00, lunch from 12:00 to 1:00, and return to the office from 2:00 to 4:00. Some days I’m in the office for only a couple of hours, but so far it’s all equaled out when one considers the hours I spend at night working on stuff at home. Plus, I usually come in on one of my days off for at least an hour or so just to check in and tie up loose ends, and I spend quite a bit of my weekends (Fridays and Saturdays are technically my days off) taking youth to different events in conjunction with the job. I’ve never had this work-at-home option before (That isn’t really a possibility or opportunity in public education or a daily broadsheet’s advertising department.), so I sort of freaked out the first couple of days and felt as though I were shirking my responsibilities. But I’m adapting quickly and really enjoy the freedom of working at home. (Read: I like to do work-related things and not have to wear a bra.)



And the kittens! Oh, my. The kittens are my new best friends. Forget all the free lunches and welcome gifts I’ve gotten from people in the last month. That’s all good and fine, but nothing can compare to being greeted at the door by two mewling kittens who are thrilled to see me. Olivia grows more and more comfortable with me and occasionally even jumps in my lap. Rupert is so far up my ass that I’m probably going to have to have him surgically removed. In the last couple of days Olivia has joined Rupert in sleeping in the bed with me. It’s a good thing that I don’t move around much and sleep on one side of the bed (I never could get used to the middle because that creates pillow problems.), because the pair of pussies have apparently taken up permanent residence on the pillow on the other side. This is strange to me, because all of my previous pets wanted to sleep on top of the covers and between my ankles, making it nearly impossible to turn over in the middle of the night without incurring their wrath. I prefer this pillow preference the new kittens have, except when Rupert decides he misses his mama and starts kneading my shoulders and back, accompanied by occasional suckling. He suckles only the pillowcase (so it’s a faux nipple and not my own), and I don’t mind the tiny scratches that result from the kneading until he gets overzealous. Add to that the fact that both Olivia and Rupert confuse my legs with tree trunks and climb them all the damn time, and I look as though I were in close proximity to a shattering plate glass window. Also, the cats haven’t had a single “accident,” but they kick litter all over my kitchen. And how do kittens produce that much poop, anyway? They eliminate more than I do, and I’m a full-grown woman! I’ll be immediately investing in a hooded litter box with a liner and expensive, odor-reducing litter.



I’ve also found that my post count on the WD has been steadily climbing since I moved, due in part to the faster internet connection and in part to the fact that I can keep tabs on things and post when it’s fresh on my mind, rather than having to rely on mental notes to “address that later” and then ultimately forego it because I’m too tired or have forgotten my specific point. I expect to hit 500 by my two-year anniversary in June, assuming the board is still as active as it is now and that on-topic threads continue to show up. This would be a real achievement for me, considering that I check in on the WD several times a day and think of it as a community to which I belong. My post count doesn’t really reflect that, though. Oh, well. Maybe I’m considered an enigma.