Random Insanity

On one of the women's dorm windows near where I work on campus the residents have posted a sign that reads "Serenades Welcomed." I wish I had thought of such an awesome thing to do when I was an undergrad. Then again, in my all girls dorm,where my window faced what used to be a courtyard but now was the roof of the cafeteria, it just wouldn't have been the same.

Multiple wings had been built onto the building over the years so that it ended up shaped like an H. Our room looked right into the rooms on the other side of the H. Not that it wasn't interesting. We came to refer to my neighbors as naked dancing girl and naked foreign exchange student girl for their penchant for fully undressing and lowering the shade only to cover their faces and then dancing or being foreign. My brother and I ate dinner together once a week and then he'd come over "to use my computer," but I know it was for the regularity that he got to see those well-endowed women provide his own personal picture show from the vantage point of my desk chair more than it was for the high speed Internet.

In other news, my mother now has a "ring back tone." Her phone now not only assaults the people around her with uninvited music, but now when you call her an inviting woman's voice says, "Please enjoy the music while your party is reached." That's exactly right I'm trying to reach a party! It's kinda hard to dance to Cookie Monster singing "C is for Cookie" though. It's a play on my maiden name, and is a bit too cute...maybe just because my mom thought of it before I did.

My husband had a doctors appointment to day for his yearly physical. I called him out on our way to dinner. "I totally know that you wore special boxer shorts today." "Yeah, I didn't want the ones that incessantly ask "please?" all over them or the ones that have a big smiley face over my crotch. The doctor would think I was sending a message to her. So I wore the rubber ducks."

Add to my to do list: Buy my husband totally typical, non-weird underwear, especially since his mother bought him the please and smiley one's and my mother bought him the rubber ducks. What is up with the moms being all up in our boxer short issues?

Yesterday we put an new collar on our younger kitty, Zuzu. Before, she had always managed to turn each collar into a suicide mission or a torture device. There's nothing like the concurrent pity and hilarity of watching a cat tear ass through the apartment with a collar stuck in her mouth like a horse's bridle. Of course, the break-away type were always off in seconds.

But, on a random impulse, I came across one of our breakaway collars and slapped it on her. She has apparently forgotten how to get the collar off, but she spent the whole freaking day yesterday skulking around the house looking for the big animal with a bell that kept following her. Her eyes stayed in a permanently alert dilated state, while she looked at us like, "Dude, do you see the animal with the bell that WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE?" Every time we would pet her, the sound of her own bell would startle her. By this time, it appears she's accepted that ringing is just a part of who she is, and she's out cold next to me on the couch accepting the ringiness of her bellness.

Back to internship essays. :)

*The way I butchered and misuse commas throughout this post frustrates me, but, MEH deal with it. Internship sites are getting all my comma editing mojo right now.

Some People should not be allowed to have children...

...including me. Tonight, hubs let our cat Pippin out into the hall as he left for the house. He asked if I would remember to let him in, and I said "Of Course!" Well, I didn't, remember, that is. Two hours later, I went to put a box in the hall, and there was Pippin. His mews and meows drowned out by the A/C and TV from the living room. I fed him 5 treats and hugged him and played with him with his favorite string. Does that make me a "good enough mother?"

Kamikaze Kitty

Tonight there were ducks on the roof of the building next to ours. I wanted a picture of this odd occurence. I slid open the screen door to our balcony, blocking the way of Pippin, the prototype for the saying "curiosity killed the cat." Pippin slipped by, spotted the ducks, and started to crawl under the railing of the balcony (THIRD FLOOR!!).

It was clear that he already had his plan of attack, and wasn't attending to the fact that he was treacherously 3 stories above the ground. Pippin fancies himself a super kitty, and probably thought he could span the 30 or so feet between our building and the next. I know this to be true because this same cat once found a hole in the window screen and jumped and/or fell 3 stories, and spent the entire night meowing on the window sill of our first floor neighbors. We woke up to find our kitty mysteriously missing, taking a few hours before we figured out the puzzle.

Back to the balcony. I grabbed Pippin's collar, which promptly broke off in my hand. I scruffed him, but Pippin, with his head and shoulders under the railing, was firmly grasping the blacony edge with his little declawed paws. With some help from my partner, we finally got him back inside, to many loud meowing protests.

Crazy cat...