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Apr. 22nd, 2008 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desoto_hia873Attempting to start posting regularly again. Funny how it seems as natural as breathing when I do do it, but then I can't think of a thing to say if I've been away for awhile.
Peterborough has apparently decided to skip spring this year. We went from umppity-nine feet of snow in never-ending blizzards to summer in the time it takes to wonder where you put your Birkenstocks. I'm not entirely convinced that we're done with winter, mind. Alberta is still getting hammered with snowstorms, and April is awfully early for shorts weather. However, the long-range forecast is pretty good, so I shall hope.
Building management apparently didn't believe the good weather was here to stay, either--we've spent the last four workdays stewing in our cubicles and wondering just how many clothes we can peel off without getting slapped on the wrist (or other tender parts) by the workplace harassment folks. Frak, but it was hot in here! I have a chocolate bar in my (closed) desk drawer, and it was starting to melt. They finally capitulated today, however, and turned on the AC this afternoon. I can breathe! I might even be able to stay awake.
In other news:
* Bella is FINALLY no longer in heat. ::does the dance of joy:: I think we navigated that minefield safely. The only chance she has at being pregnant is if Daughter o' Jim's Yorkshire terrier puppy took advantage of her when I wasn't looking. However, given the height difference, not to mention the fact that he is very young and completely clueless, that seems unlikely.
* Said Yorkie puppy is cute, but is growing increasingly yappy, and he pees every 17 minutes. This is far more often than Daughter o' Jim takes him outside, and I'm getting tired of stepping into warm puddles. There's a reason we didn't get a Toller puppy, and this is it. Daughter o' Jim didn't actually ask permission to bring a puppy home--she just showed up with it at midnight one evening and claimed to be dog-sitting for a friend. Yeah, right--that was well over a month ago. I think Yorkie puppy's days are numbered--he needs to go to a home where he will be provided with a proper doggy upbringing, 'cause he's not getting it from D o' J.
* They say that women living in the same house will wind up with sychronized hormone cycles. I'm hoping mine sychronizes with Bella's--twice a year would be nice. :-)
* Battlestar Galactica is back. Woot! It's become must-see TV for me, all the more precious because this is its last season.
* New House next week. Woot!
* Ozzy got kicked off Survivor last night. Unwoot. :-( I wasn't exactly deeply invested in who won, but now I care even less. I think Ozzy's cute--he's got that Ethan Zohn/Mr. Universe/Mika dark, curly, floppy hair thing going, and that always reels me in.
* Bella and I went to watch field training for the first time on Sunday. We came away with a sunburn (on my face) and two dead, frozen pigeons which I'm supposed to toss around to see if I can whet her interest in retrieving (she's a rather unretrievey retriever). Yes, I have dead pigeons in my freezer.
* I couldn't have gotten a poodle?
Peterborough has apparently decided to skip spring this year. We went from umppity-nine feet of snow in never-ending blizzards to summer in the time it takes to wonder where you put your Birkenstocks. I'm not entirely convinced that we're done with winter, mind. Alberta is still getting hammered with snowstorms, and April is awfully early for shorts weather. However, the long-range forecast is pretty good, so I shall hope.
Building management apparently didn't believe the good weather was here to stay, either--we've spent the last four workdays stewing in our cubicles and wondering just how many clothes we can peel off without getting slapped on the wrist (or other tender parts) by the workplace harassment folks. Frak, but it was hot in here! I have a chocolate bar in my (closed) desk drawer, and it was starting to melt. They finally capitulated today, however, and turned on the AC this afternoon. I can breathe! I might even be able to stay awake.
In other news:
* Bella is FINALLY no longer in heat. ::does the dance of joy:: I think we navigated that minefield safely. The only chance she has at being pregnant is if Daughter o' Jim's Yorkshire terrier puppy took advantage of her when I wasn't looking. However, given the height difference, not to mention the fact that he is very young and completely clueless, that seems unlikely.
* Said Yorkie puppy is cute, but is growing increasingly yappy, and he pees every 17 minutes. This is far more often than Daughter o' Jim takes him outside, and I'm getting tired of stepping into warm puddles. There's a reason we didn't get a Toller puppy, and this is it. Daughter o' Jim didn't actually ask permission to bring a puppy home--she just showed up with it at midnight one evening and claimed to be dog-sitting for a friend. Yeah, right--that was well over a month ago. I think Yorkie puppy's days are numbered--he needs to go to a home where he will be provided with a proper doggy upbringing, 'cause he's not getting it from D o' J.
* They say that women living in the same house will wind up with sychronized hormone cycles. I'm hoping mine sychronizes with Bella's--twice a year would be nice. :-)
* Battlestar Galactica is back. Woot! It's become must-see TV for me, all the more precious because this is its last season.
* New House next week. Woot!
* Ozzy got kicked off Survivor last night. Unwoot. :-( I wasn't exactly deeply invested in who won, but now I care even less. I think Ozzy's cute--he's got that Ethan Zohn/Mr. Universe/Mika dark, curly, floppy hair thing going, and that always reels me in.
* Bella and I went to watch field training for the first time on Sunday. We came away with a sunburn (on my face) and two dead, frozen pigeons which I'm supposed to toss around to see if I can whet her interest in retrieving (she's a rather unretrievey retriever). Yes, I have dead pigeons in my freezer.
* I couldn't have gotten a poodle?
