As it turns out, I have to take only half a sick day today; no sooner had the students arrived at school they were heading right back home due to snow. I was busy getting Istar to the vet for his annual breathing treatment. More on that in a minute. I then had the pleasure of going to the dentist for a filling. Ugh. In my 36 years, this is my second filling and I highly doubt I’ll be wanting to repeat this day anytime soon. I had no pain or discomfort prior to today, but now my jaw is throbbing and all I want to do is rip all my teeth from the left side of my mouth. Ouch. The dentist gave me a real Dickens minute by charging me more than $100 LESS than what it was supposed to be. I seriously wanted to yell, “God bless us, every one!” on my way out.
Istar isn’t so lucky. His injection was fine, but he is so overweight (18.3 lbs) that the vet was panicked. I already feed him less than the recommended amount of diet food each day, but now he’s on an even more expensive diet than the one Hobbit was on. I can’t see continually paying $24 for an 8 lb. bag of food, but the vet made me buy it today before he would release Istar. The good news is that he’ll now get to eat more food than before, so maybe he won’t mind the change. We’ll see.
Current Mood:
Sore
The title should actually be “Weekend O’ Hob and the Little Guy, Too!” but there just wasn’t enough space. I’ve felt incredibly tired this week. I haven’t had it this bad since grad school, where I would be sitting in class so tired that it physically hurt to stay awake. I’ve been dropping as soon as I get home, but I can’t seem to get enough sleep. I did catch Fringe of course, but that was the only show I watched first-run this week. 
I still have Eureka and Top Design to watch, but I have all weekend to get caught up.
The plan is to plant myself firmly on the couch and not move until prompted to do so by Hobbit or Istar. The only thing that would make this a better plan is if it were to rain all weekend.
Current Mood:
Peaceful
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Current Mood:
Accomplished
It’s been over two decades since Band Aid’s masterful Christmas song “Do They Know It’s Christmas” was released. It’s been nearly that long since I saw the video. Today, however, it all came flooding back to me while looking for holiday songs to burn to disc for Jamie.
I remember the pure, unadulterated (or was it adulterated?!?) glee I had watching the video trying to spot Simon Le Bon. I remember being disappointed that Simon didn’t have more lines and thinking that Boy George sure got a lot of play. I remember taping the music video on grainy VCR tapes and watching until the tapes damn near disintegrated. It really was all about Duran Duran in those days. Some days, it still is.
Today, even though it’s been decades, I found myself singing along, using the singers’ characteristics, from Simon’s throatiness, to Boy George’s effeminate offerings, to Sting’s clipped singing of “bitter sting of tears”. I then, on the bell rings, actually made the bell ringing motion in the air. You KNOW what I mean, because some of you do it, too. I know you do. I think Hobbit made a couple bell rings herself, and Istar is kind of dancing around to the tune just now.
I think I’ll head over to Hell YouTube and see if I can find a video of it.
No, not Christmas wishes. Here’s to a painless recovery for Goober, a Happy Birthday (tomorrow) for Jamie, no more trips to the ER for Scott or Jamie, and a better episode of Heroes tomorrow. I hate Elle. I honestly gave her (and Kristen Bell) a chance, but nope, HATE them both. I wish she would die. Seriously (just the character).
I continue to love Robin Hood. A lot. Some of the cast are rumored to have signed on for Series 3, which is great news. I hate that British shows are so short. The seasons are short and the run of the show is short. With a few exceptions, all the great shows are gone in no time; Spaced and The Office come to mind immediately. I expect we’ll be getting the Doctor Who Christmas special soon, though I haven’t checked out the date yet.
Huge thanks to my Mom, who not only turned my kitchen into a supermarket, but who also turned my wallet into a bank. She’s got magical powers, that one. 
Istar’s vet visit went as expected. He’s now a whopping 17lbs. and he received another steroid injection as well as an antibiotic just in case he has a respiratory infection to boot. Too bad he prefers to wear the medicine as to swallow it. Oh well, we’ll keep trying. Hobbit hissed up a fit when he came home, but she seems to be over her little diva stunt….for now.
