why is it I can never go to bed before nine?? im exhausted, and not feeling very well, yet here I sit at the computer at 9, trying to catch up on email. I just noticed the time and felt horribly foolish for not being in bed. Silly me.

On a side note, my birthday was tuesday, and it went pretty much as I would expect a tuesday birthday to go. Today is Jeff's birthday. not that he'd ever stop by here to read this, but on that odd chance he does.. Jeff.. Im thinkin of ya.. hope you had a wondeful birthday!

Happy 33rd birthday to me.. oh what an annoying day. You'd think it would be good, as 3 is my favorite number. But alas, it fell on a tuesday*..

should be enough said.

But I think I'll share with you this picture.
I came home to a nice candle light dinner, and Jack felt he needed to be a part of it. He was a very good boy, and just sat there the whole time.

*for those of you who do not know, for me, tuesdays are to me, pretty much like monday's are for everyone else. Nothing good has ever known to happen to me on a tuesday.

I am so freakingly pathetic sometimes it isn't even funny. I have a phobia about getting my hair cut. Not a phobia really.. cause it isn't paranoia if they really are out to get you. I can't remember the last time I got a decent hair cut. Although honestly, the last 'professional' hair cut i had was a year ago. I have red hair that shows every single cut mark if your not careful, so often I am left feeling like my hair was cut off with an axe by a madman instead of scissors in the hands of a professional.

Sigh. Im going to have to bite the bullet eventually. Its getting way too long.

On a side note. I just had my first "la creme mouse orange cream" and it is YUMMY!!

This was also the day of my annual physical. I dread these more than going to the dentist. The dentist only makes you open your mouth. Anyway.. we drew some blood, and are doing some tests.. nothing major.. I did really well with it. Usually I get all faint and light headed. today wasn't bad.

I had the weirdest dream last night. For some reason I dreamed it was september. I don't know why or exactly what happened, I just know that all of a sudden it was september, and I was not happy about it. I was freaked out and had a hard time getting back to sleep.

Went out shopping over the weekend. Finally bought my weeping cherry tree. I have been wanting one of those for years.. and now I have one. Its tiny, and I doubt it will look majestic for years to come, but I have something to look forward to.

Im watching VH1's 50 worse songs of all time. I have to giggle at some of the ones they picked.. like Snow's Informer. But some of the others I really like like the Rembrants "I'll be there for you" (from friends)

I ordered checks the other week. The company shipped them the other day. The postal deliverer gave them to someone down the street. My street is off a side street.. but my mailbox is on that street. Well the postal carrier gave it to someone about half a mile away. The street names are NOT the same. um.. HELLO!! *shakes head* Im tempted to say something, but I have a feeling it wont matter.

Ive also decided im going to work at not complaining so much at work. I was tested today when I made someone a 9:45 appointment for a sick cat. She was concerned about making an 11:00 doctors appointment. I offered her an appointment later on in the afternoon. That didn't work for her. I offered her one for tomorrow. She starts complaining that a cat with diarrhea on a boat is not a good thing - um.. hello.. a cat with diarrhea is never a good thing, but I bite my tongue. She asks if she can drop the cat off. I tell her the doctors prefer to have the owner with the cat so they can find out what is going on.. cause frankly, despite what people think, doctors can't mind meld with pets and find out what is going on. Well the woman shows up at 10 past 10, and says she can't stay because she has a doctors appointment and insists we take the cat and find out what is going on. Um.. HELLO.. I told you to be there at 9:45.. UGH. Then a bit later, I get another phone call from a woman who says her daughter says the cat is crying out and then vomited. She can't possibly get the cat there until just before we close unless she comes now, which is lunch time. I just threw my hands up and told her to come on in with the cat and we'd deal with it. We had a kitten come in today because she was limping, because the owner's 4 yr old daughter pulled the cat out from under the dinning room table by the leg.

I hate people.