Scenes from my fascinating (har) life from the past week (two weeks?):
Someone remind me again why I want to become a professor. Because I hate grading. Oh wait, someday I'll have a servant TA to do my grading for me. Ok, moving right along.
Look at my Beebla moments before I had to pack them both in the car to go to their vet check-up! There was much mewing and howling coming from that travel bag. Poor President of the Finer Things Club! This was the appointment where Bela had to get his Back Lump of Mystery checked out. ps. He goes in for surgery tomorrow morning! Eep! (But, again, at least it's not cancer. Yay!)
On the doctor's table. NOT a happy kitty.
Okay. So I got Chinese takeout last week, mainly so that Schmoobs could have convenient things to eat when he got home late from work. So, one night, he came home late from work (doy) and I showed him the copious Chinese-ish delectables in the fridge that he could heat up. He proceeded to empty out an entire large order tub (bucket? box?) of rice into a bowl. Upon seeing this, I shrieked calmly and in a slow, soothing tone said, "That's a lot of rice, hon. Trust me, you don't want that much. That whole thing is for like three people." Schmoobs agreed...and then promptly reached out with his right hand in a claw formation to grab half the mountain of rice and put it back in the rice tub. WITH HIS HAND, people. Like a feral human raised by monkeys in the jungle. Anyway, I quickly - again, in a calm, soothing voice - informed him that perhaps it would be a better decision to use modern utensils to scoop out some of the rice.
But before he did I told him I had to take a picture so I could post it on my blog.
Here is Bela being our night watchman while BB cleans her ladybits. The typical evening scene in our living room.
Schmoobs and I went to Keeneland a couple of weekends ago. We are in the land of thoroughbred horse racing after all. It was tons of fun. And I managed to win negative-ten-dollars of Schmoobs money! (It's all about keeping it positive, you guys.)
Statues of jockeys. They were like four feet tall - so probably life size? Hahahahaha. Who am I to be making short jokes??
Look at my brain vein on my forehead. It supplies the juices. (Wait, is that my brain vein or just an errant hair? Whatever. It was very sunny and I was sweating. Glistening, if you will.)
Schmoobs standing in front of the Paddock, where you can see the horses walk through before they head to their race.
The winning ticket! Negative ten dollars!
Inside - where you can make your bets, watch the races on the televisions, and buy booze/food.
I totally forgot to save this glass as a memento of our first visit to Keeneland and also Schmoobles' second day off (for reals) of work since August. Damn it. Oh well.
Isn't our front yard pretty? Look at all those autumn leaves! Equally beautiful is the fact that our landlord sends a crew of lawn guys once a month to take care of all the landscaping, so we don't have to worry about eventually raking and bagging all this prettiness up. Huzzah!
Want to know what my view is when I'm not either in class or sleeping? Ta da.
Look how cute! Bela's like, "Ugh. Peons."
Do you see? "Goats" magazine. Awesome. Also, I am very glad this "Goats" magazine was displayed amongst a selection of agriculture, farming, organic food, etc. publications and not, say, "Hustler" or "Penthouse." That would have been a whole different story.
I can't get over the prettiness of the fall colors here. In roughly ten seconds it's all going to turn gray and gloomy, but for now, it's so nice!
BB: "Look at me! I'm a seal! Arf arf arf."
Bela: "I am majestic."
No comments:
Post a Comment