Happy Memorial Day

We slept in this morning.  For breakfast I baked a french toast casserole that I made last night.  It wasn't bad, but not fantastic either.  At 12:30 we will be leaving to go to the Royal's game that Chad is afraid will be either rained out or just delayed.  I really like rain delays.  This evening I will be making these cookies.  Some to take to work for a birthday party tomorrow and some for Chad to take to work just because I'm nice like that.  

Yesterday we went to Bethyl Presbyterian Church because a member of our Sunday School class was a guest preacher.  It was interesting.  Then we rushed home so I could get a bunch of animals together and take them to Petsmart and try to get them adopted.  I didn't have any takers, but I handed out a lot of business cards, so hopefully it got us some advertising and people will keep us in mind next time they need a pet.  

We watched "The Nines" yesterday evening - it was crazy weird and the only reason I sat through it was Ryan Reynolds.  Then we watched the last part of the Memorial Day Celebration in D.C.  I remember my mom watching it every year when I was a kid and I liked the fireworks, but I don't think I ever really "got" what was going on.  Well I certainly do now and I am so appreciative for everyone who has served my country.  

Well I guess I should go get ready to sit in the rain.  Hope everyone has had a good holiday weekend!

Oh, hi!  What's up?  So you've come to my blog in hopes of getting an update on my life?  Well here it is.  

Work, work, a little bit of work, some work with a little work added in, just for fun.  And sometimes I work.  

I am completely over-run with animals that need homes.  

I look like I'm a cutter, thanks to all the kittens at the shelter.

I have a suspicious bruise on my finger, no idea how it happened, but it is pretty ugly.

I hurt my shoulder today when I stood up into a piece of metel.  It hurts pretty good.

This job appears to be a hazard to my health.

My dad came out on Monday and took me to lunch.  It was so busy when I got back that I felt guilty for leaving in the first place.  But what am I supposed to do, never take a lunch, just in case it gets busy?

I got to drive dad's new truck - it is sweet, 2009 Ford 150, and blue!

Today was the first day back for my boss after his accident.  

On Monday I will have more/different kennel workers in the morning, that will help with a lot of the issues we are having.  

I have had some clients complaining about my new girl's attitude.  But I've also been lectured by my boss to "be nicer" and "not micro-manage" so part of me feels like her attitude isn't really my problem.  And the fact she wears jeans, t-shirts and flip-flops to work isn't my problem either. It's nice to have a problem that isn't my responsibility.  

If everything goes as planned I will be visiting my sister in NY in less than a month.  I love having something to look forward to.

So that's what is going on with me. 

Kittens

Today I saw some super classy stuff.

At the Royal's game I saw a woman dunk a pacifier in her beer and then stick it in her daughter's mouth.  The little girl (less than a year old) had clearly tasted beer before and reached for her mother's glass to get some more.  The mother laughed.  Super classy.

At church I saw a girl in her prom dress, prom hair, and prom makeup.  Did she come straight from prom to church?  Did she go home in between?  Was prom three weeks ago and she just felt like getting all dressed up again?  No clue.  But I consulted Kim on the matter and neither of us would have ever considered wearing our prom gear to church.  Not even my crown.  Cause, you know, I was prom queen.  I was super classy.

This morning I saw Dolly Friday in the yard.  I was feeding the cats and hadn't tripped over Dolly yet, which meant she had body-slammed the screen in the kitchen window till she got a hole big enough to squeeze through.  So I put on some clothes and flip flops and ran outside with wet hair (that was the super classy part) to look for her.  She hadn't gotten far and she was very unhappy when she saw me, there was lots of growling.  So I flicked her on the nose and brought her inside to eat her breakfast.

Edit: Chad says I shouldn't write about the girl in the prom dress because this is going on the internet where anyone can read it.  While I doubt very much that prom dress girl reads my blog, let me just clarify that I have no problem with her wearing a prom dress to church.  It was just different from anything I'd ever seen at church and thought it was an interesting choice, not a bad choice.

In the last 30 minutes...

-I got a call that the motion detecter had gone off at work and could I go up and check things out?  That'd be great, thanks.  Don't worry, a cop should be driving by at some point.  

So I went up, turned off the alarm, took a look around, left, drove around for a few minutes, went back by, talked to the cop who was looking in the windows, offered to let him in, he didn't want in, came home, started watching The Office and typed a sentence with more commas than were really needed. 

In the past 24 hours...

-My boss fell 18 feet off a ladder, landed on a fence and broke 5 ribs.
-I called approximately 32.4 billion Relief Vets, trying to find someone to work next week, eventually getting most of the week covered.
-I talked to 14 thousand clients who had all found out about the accident, but didn't feel they knew enough so they called to talk to me.
-I listened to approximately 29 hundred stories about "the time I! broke my! ribs! It was horrible!"
-I rewired the entire electrical system in the hospital.
-Actually, the entire town was without power (right in the middle of a bladder stone surgery) for a while and I had to fuss with the computers to get them up and running again when the power came back on.

I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring.

Thanks for the Memories

Yesterday a client told me I should try to find a job that required lots of memorization because she thinks I have such a good memory. She is one of those people who doesn't come in very often and she seemed really impressed that I remembered her name. While I do remember many of my clients, I didn't have the heart to tell her that the only reason I remember her is because I think her last name would make a great boy's name! (Whittaker - Whit for short. Adventures in Odessey? Anyone!?)