April 22nd, 2007

bacci dress

Rules of Kitchen Soccer

- The middle "net" is the metal bar on the floor that separates the tile in the kitchen from the carpet in the dining room. Carpet side is cat's home side, tile side is biped's home side.

- Ball may be placed into play only by cat.

- Cat may not touch ball when on tile, biped may not touch ball when on carpet.

- Cat gains points for each second biped doesn't notice the ball is in their play (meaning: on the tile).

- Biped gains points for each second it takes cat to retrieve the ball from dining room.

- Cat wins game when biped plays long enough to bore cat. Prize: something else shiny to occupy its attention, or possibly a good self crotch cleaning.

- Biped wins game when ball is accidentally kicked into cat's water bowl, thusly splashing cat. Reward: dirty, offended look from cat.


These are the rules always observed while I'm cooking in the kitchen. It is now written law.
bwa kawk

stolen from msanborn!!!

1. Go to the archive of my journal.
2. Select your birthday month from a previous year.
3. Read the posts.
4. Comment on one of them.
5. Post this Meme in Your Journal and let me comment!

Feel free to use this journal AND aubreystar, as between the two, you will have over six years of possibilities! Woo!

It's been an amazing journey. Thank you to so many of you that have been with me almost the entire way, as well as to the new wonderful people that I have met.
disco star

1,584,503 prayer requests

No one comes downstairs ALL DAY, and then the MOMENT I put a green face masque on, everyone wants to run downstairs to visit.


I also wanted to post my dream for reference for myself later:

I went to a nursing boot camp type thing. I was shipped off to a dorm and given a VERY strict, difficult schedule, where they were going to practically beat the information into me, 10 hours a day or more of class, and such. I was very upset that I hadn't planned accordingly and ended up missing a shower because I couldn't manage my time, and it was only the first day!!!

Then someone started passing around these sorbet non alcoholic shots that was the consistency of an Icee in giant plastic syringes to people. Unfortunately, there was something nefarious in the shot that would cause the drinker to fall TOTALLY in love with the person who was giving the shot - with horrific results. There was a basketball player named Avery who signed a ton of autographs using one of them as an ink pen, and I was trying to get time in my busy schedule to be able to swing by and let him know to be careful - there would be a mob of adoring fans rushing to him soon, he should hide.

I remember going through the different halls in the dorm and school, exploring everything. It seems as if I keep dreaming about school - either it's because I'm so focused on school this quarter, or my subconscious is trying to tell me something and will continue to badger me until I figure it out.

I think maybe it's my subconscious, as I'm still trying to figure out what the hell to do with my life.