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can feel the wind shifting; I know it won’t be long now.

My previous week of high productivity is quickly coming to an end. I’m looking around the apartment right now and I really could care less that the kitchen is a wreck. (sorry Kate)

I am washing some clothes right now, but, with respect to full disclosure, the cat did pee on some of them. It was either wash the clothes, or smell cat piss all day; I chose to wash them.

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Tucker had a very an interesting proposal for me last night.

Tucker - Why don’t I get a part-time job?

Me - What? (because, like always, I really wasn’t listening to him)

Tucker - I think I’m going to get a part-time job. I’m not taking any classes this semester and I really need something to do. Plus, this would be a great way for us to sock away money for when we move back to Arkansas.

I was over at Blogher this morning and read an interesting article that Leslie Brooks wrote concerning “redshirting” kids. If you don’t know what that is (cause I didn’t), redshirting is the practice of delaying a child’s entry into Kindergarten until they are physically larger or more “ready”. I’m originally from a town of about 60,000 in NE Arkansas and “redshirting” just isn’t done. The only time that a child’s entry into Kindergarten is delayed is when the kid has some sort of learning disability or is very immature for their age.

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In between drinks last night, I came to the conclusion that I have some of the dorkiest pets ever.

Ok. So maybe I already knew that, but, the alcohol seemed to amplify their general goofiness a bit.

Cara had been asleep for about an hour and of course that was the time that the dogs decided to chase Oscar (the cat).

Beck would chase Oscar toward Sophie; Sophie would play-bow at Oscar and bark.

After maybe five minutes of this, things escalated to the point that all three animals were running around like idiots.

Did you know that it rains in Florida? You did?! Well, could you please inform the assholes who feel the need to drive with their hazards on when it’s raining? Please?

One of the “hazard people” almost took us out.

We were in our lane, they were in theirs…with their hazards a blazin’. The next thing we know, their little KIA came swerving into our lane. I can only assume that they had turned on their blinker since they seemed exceptionally offended that our Kia eating SUV was in their way.

But, guess what?

The picture to the left really has nothing to do with what I’m going to write about. I just like it, ya know?

Wait, did you catch that? The “ya know” part? Tucker mentioned that I say “ya know” after just about everything that I say. And, it’s driving me crazy!

Why do I do this? Is it me subconsciously looking for approval? I’m trying to quit, but I just seem to be making the situation worse. Now, every other sentence seems to be punctuated by “ya know”. Grr!

It’s almost as bad as when I was 14 and couldn’t stop saying “like”.

On the 21st, I wrote about a guy I saw at UPS.

I guess karma has come back to bite me in the ASS!

Curious?

After I wrote about Hawaiian print shirt guy, I got on UPS.com to see how much the guy would have had to spend to have Saturday pick-up and get it where he wanted it when he wanted it.

Keep in mind here that I NEVER entered any of my info other than my zip-code and the zip-code of the destination; promise!

You know that old saying, “sweating like a pig”?

Well, oink.

Since 6 am, I have washed three loads of laundry, folded one load, run two loads of dishes, vacuumed the living room, washed the sliding glass doors, taken out the trash and cleaned the kitchen.

I’m tired now.

I’m really not sure what’s gotten into me, but I’m not complaining. Being productive is fun!

Now you know that I couldn’t write something without throwing a bit of bitching in. Ready? Good.

I had it out with UPS today.

So how do you know when you have a “problem” when it comes to video games? When you get out of a perfectly good bed at 10:30 at night to go search on the internet for the location of a stupid wayshrine that has been bothering you since 5 pm, that’s how.

So now that I realize that if I had just gone two inches to the right I would have found what I was looking for, I’m completely awake and hungry.

Like a good blogger, I’ll write while I eat my cold leftovers.