Suicide attempt survivor

So I know that I have been promising photos of the birthday loot but I am starting to look like a suicide attempt survivior. (My friend, Megan, who is an owner of two cats taught me this over the weekend.) See the problem is that Natasha is severely jealous of the time I spend with my computer. Last night while checking email I ended up with a claw firmly attached into my collarbone. (This was after our bouts in the kitchen when she left marks on my knees that are still visible now. Oh, and did I mention that my knees were not exposed at the time? Gloria, I do not think that you would survive a cat.)

So out of the birthday loot, only two gifts are photo worthy -- the ones from my parents. Then again, the season is young. There are many more gifts to acquire yet. (For the record this last part took almost five minutes to type because a few words in, I suddenly discovered cat claws in the sole of my foot. Thank goodness I have not had any children. Contrary to popular belief, I would be a horrendous mother.) The only relatives who have given me presents to date are my parents. My family and my neighbor say that I am obviously a princess but we all know that I am really an empress.

Oh, and before I head off to sleep (if that is possible with the other creature who is vying for royalty status), I attended my first night of my Arabic class tonight. I think this just might be fun.

OK. So the Russian parent from work thought that I was completely insane for taking Arabic. She thought that Russian was a much more sane choice. And did she have to rub in the fact that she just got back from Italy?

Pictures soon

So by the time I left work on Thursday, it was 8:30. Then it was time for the half hour drive to my mom's. The lamb chops were tasty. I got home close to midnight. After being up since 6:30, I was too tired to go out. The good thing was that I did not have to work on Friday or Saturday.

On Friday I went to finally purchase a bed. The purchase is complete but who knows when I will actually receive the bed. I'm hoping that it will be sometime this week.

Friday night I was on my way out to look for food. I ran into my neighbor. She was in search of tonic as she had vodka but no tonic. As luck would have it, I had tonic. She then invited me over for dinner. The other dinner guests were this guy she has been seeing who lives upstairs and one of his coworkers. After the cocktails, the four of us managed to consume three bottles of wine. If I had been thinking, I would have taken pictures of the meal. The main course was salmon in puff pastry. She had even shaped the pastry like a fish and "cut" little fins into the pastry. Natasha and I crawled our way back across the hall around 2.

Saturday I awoke and realized that I was wearing a cat muffler. (Natasha had fallen asleep across my throat.) I also realized that I had invited people over for a party. Around 2 (there's that number again) I finally rallied to go shopping. I didn't take photos of the food spread because you've seen most of it before.

I guess I am still suffering from party curse. Only four folks showed up. Luckily they were gone by 11. I quickly touched up make-up and headed out. At my new fave bar, I discovered that the cute bartender was working. I made sure to sit at his bar. There was also a cool band in from Santa Barbara. At the end of the evening, the bartender was impressed that I remembered our conversation about Crash. He doesn't go to movies often so I feel it is my duty to see that he sees more movies. On the way out the door, I met a cute Persian guy. Actually he was more pretty than cute. His bachelor's is in computer science and he's been working at Oracle. He has quit to go back to school and get his master's in economics. He was nice to look at but other than that ...

I suppose that I should head to bed (alone) now that my liver has started talking to me once more. I'll have photos of gifts after tomorrow. My mom went to exchange my gift for another color and I pick it up tomorrow.

Happy birthday to me.

I am sitting here at work, desperately waiting for this one instructor to finish up his paperwork so that I can lock up. This happens whenever I am closing the center and have plans for the evening. If it were not for him, I could have been gone a half hour ago. What really sucks is that it's my birthday and I'm not working this weekend. There are cocktails waiting for me at the bar if I could just get out of this place. Well, that's after I escape the lamb chop dinner awaiting me at my mother's house.

Oh, and I will be posting pictures of the birthday loot over the weekend. I already received dad's gift on Sunday. I'll just say that those who like to cook may drool over the photo.

Gotta go light a fire under this guy's ass or I'll be here all night.

20 Years of Tail

Well that's what it said on the t-shirts.

I asked my dad what he wanted to do for Father's Day. He said he had always wanted to go to Isleton for their annual Crawdad Festival.



The crawdads were delish by the way. There was loads of cool Zydeco and blues music as well. Overall, not a bad Father's Day.

Chaos rules!

Today shortly after I got to work, my boss called me into her office along with my counterpart. They told me to take a seat. My boss then asked my counterpart who should tell me the news. Of course my first thought was, "I'm fired," but I knew this was ridiculous because I kick ass at my job. And besides, if I was being fired, my counterpart would not have been in the office. The news was that my counterpart had given notice. The 30th will be his last day. He just started the last week of April. I have been patiently waiting for him to get up to speed because I have been doing the work of two people since March 1. My reaction was to say, "I have gotten used to change. I have been through so many reorganizations, layoffs, and whatnot that I think I will be more worried when things are stable." I know. It's a sad thing when chaos becomes the accepted norm.

I have also been adjusting life with Natasha, or as I sometimes address her "el pinche gato." (I only say this when she is trying to climb up my leg and is biting me simultaneously.)

At least I have my birthday to look forward to. (It's next week in case you were wondering.) Since I was told that I have the beginnings of a party, I figured that I should just throw one. If I remember correctly, the text of the Evite said that I was celebrating getting one year closer to death. Next year will be a big one. *sigh* (I'll let you figure out what that may be.) The sad thing, or maybe it's a good thing, is that I can pass for at least 10 years younger than my actual age.

Gotta run. Natasha has stopped trying to help me type and is making no noise. I am worried about what she is doing.