OMGKITTEHS!!!1!

I GOT TO PET BEBBEH KITTEHS THIS MORNING!!!Z!OMG!!11!!!!1!

Ahem. Sorry 'bout that. I'm just in a ridiculously good mood. Fluffy, fuzzy, wriggly kittens - two of them! - being the first thing I run into as I walk into work in the morning is just one of those classic great ways to start the day.

They were Goblin's siblings, a white one with black spots (and two extra toes on each front foot, one big one and one tiny little one between that and the regular toes) and a grey and white one (sort of a like a sylvester cat but with grey instead of black) with the softest fur I've felt on any animal, ever. As in, no living creature could possibly have fur that soft, but this kitten does. It doesn't feel real.

They were so little and hoppity and fuzzy big-eared and cute!

I get Goblin and Black Beauty (a temporary name until Matt meets her and gives her a real one) next Thursday, and although I was anxious before, now I'm practically wiggly myself with excitement. I wish I could take them home now, but the week will go by quickly.

In other news, I'm on the way to being a student again. I've turned in my re-entry essay and application, and now just need to fill out the FAFSA and a few other things before I'm officially re-enrolled. The FAFSA will have a to wait though, as I had to apply for a new PIN and I can't use it until it's confirmed (and I need it for the FAFSA and a few other things).

I have made a rather hard decision regarding school as well. Instead of taking two classes per term, which would have me graduating in about seven months, or taking the traditional two-one-two schedule, which would have me done in about eleven months, I'll only be taking one class per term, and so won't graduate for another fifteen months. I'm not thrilled about this, but with the situation at work as it is (every department is severely understaffed and overworked) and the difficulty level of the classes and the time needed to devote to them in order to maintain As, I simply cannot take on more than that. At least not right now, and not for the forseeable future. So for the sake of my sanity and home life, I'll take longer to graduate, but guarantee that final 4.0 grade-point average, which is much more important.


Besides, I'll be getting two kittens next week, and I simply cannot allow strenous studying, class chats, reports, and power point presentations to interfere overmuch with furball play time. ;)

P.S.

Just in case you're so damned bored that you need anything - anything at all - to distract you and keep from literally kicking the bucket due to a chilling lack of anything to do, I have a second blog. A (kinda-sorta-when-I-feel-like-it) daily journal type thing, only it's a challenge journal in that I am limited to 100-words per post. No more, no less.

It's not thrilling. It's not brilliant.

But, you know - if you need some tiny little death-from-boredom prevention, it might do the trick. For a little while.

We're purty smart around here!

Sigh.

I've been able to pretty much reign in my anger as of late, but my astonishment at how incrediby stupid people can be just keeps finding new things to be drop-jawed-astonished about.

There is a story running in tomorrow's newspaper about a mysterious explosion in Cameron Park. Since my grandmother lives in Cameron Park, I read the story just to find out if she was in any danger (she's not).

Apparently, a very large "window-shaking" explosion occurred somewhere in Cameron Park recently, but no one knows where it occurred. Several calls were made to report the big boom, with each caller thnking it came from a different area. So far, the exact location has not been determined.

Now, here's what has my jaw in my lap: along with a big, incredibly loud, window-shaking boom, there was a plume of black smoke spotted right after the boom.

Now, while El Dorado County certainly isn't New York or L.A. with probably a bunch of money to throw at local police and fire departments, we do have helicopters here, used on a very regular basis for just such incidents as this.

Why, oh why, did not one of the various police or fire personnel think to get into one of these 'copters, fly over to the big plume of black smoke, and look down?!??

Sigh again.

Birds and bees.

Heh, so Goblin is a boy after all. Turns out the "puffiness" was exactly what my coworker had orginally thought it was, so I'm back to having my preferred boy kitty. Girl kitties are nice too, but I'm just partial to boys. It may not be the rule, but in my experience, boy kitties are spunkier, and I like cats that like to play and get up to mischief.

This means we're back to getting the female black kitten (still unnamed) for Matt, which I believe was his preference as well.

I would have loved a girl Goblin just as much as a boy Goblin, I'm quite sure, but this makes me happier right now nonetheless.

And yes, I will be getting a pair of argyle socks to turn into kitten-sweaters for their cameo appearances here. Much giggling will ensue, I'm sure.

Walking

I start (again) my daily morning walks tomorrow. Mama Wren will be walking with me, both of us shivering in the early morning darkness till the walking kicks in and we're warm.

The walking will do my body good. The conversation will do my soul good.




P.S. Ok, yes, you're right - Goblin is a good name for a girl kitty, and so Goblin she stays. Two and a half more weeks!