These are the classes I'm hoping to get into during registration on Tuesday:
Writing Well (Section I)
The Thinking Body
The Art of Listening
Jazz Music: History & Performance
This is the itty compy I got to aid me in note taking and such.
I have (self-diagnosed) carpal tunnel, so if I write for long stretches (say, 15 minutes) my fingers go numb, my wrists ache and it's hard to hold onto the writing instrument. Nevermind the fact that my writing turns into a scrawl that even I can't decipher later, when I reallyneed to know what I'd written.
A couple weeks ago he had an accident while I was at work. One of my housemates called to tell me he'd jumped out the window. Fell 2.5 stories. I rushed home from work and found my baby panting and mewing on my bed. He couldn't stand up, so I sent my housemates off to the ER with him and went back to work. Later that night the vet called me with an estimate of $400.00 for x-rays and meds. It felt like we were talking about a car that needed repairs or something. I had my trip to New York and it was between that or my baby. Just make sure he's okay.
So, the next day I'm on the way to pick up Tiger-Liger in a taxi cab crying my eyes out because I was at work instead of with him at the hospital, because his crazy ass must've been so scared when he hit the ground and realized he isn't super-hero invincible. Because I wasn't going to be able to go to New York and meet my sweet Angelique as she hit the big 3-1.
He was such a brat when I picked him up. I had him wrapped in his favorite sweater of mine and he's fidgeting and screaming and I'm trying to reason with him that I must carry him. Finally I give in, and even with his limpy leg he climbs up and sets on my shoulder like a parrot-cat and we get into the taxi cab.
He only had a minor sprain. I was pissed! All that money and only a sprain!!! I can't go to New York because he has a sprain???!!! LOL. But if I didn't get the x-rays I would not have known if there was internal bleeding, or if anything was broken....
He's fully recovered. Back to his fullcompletebadassness. And, I have some really cool x-rays of the inside of my cat.
So, do you fold your toilet paper ball it up before wiping your ass?
Writing Well (Section I)
The Thinking Body
The Art of Listening
Jazz Music: History & Performance
This is the itty compy I got to aid me in note taking and such.
I have (self-diagnosed) carpal tunnel, so if I write for long stretches (say, 15 minutes) my fingers go numb, my wrists ache and it's hard to hold onto the writing instrument. Nevermind the fact that my writing turns into a scrawl that even I can't decipher later, when I reallyneed to know what I'd written.
A couple weeks ago he had an accident while I was at work. One of my housemates called to tell me he'd jumped out the window. Fell 2.5 stories. I rushed home from work and found my baby panting and mewing on my bed. He couldn't stand up, so I sent my housemates off to the ER with him and went back to work. Later that night the vet called me with an estimate of $400.00 for x-rays and meds. It felt like we were talking about a car that needed repairs or something. I had my trip to New York and it was between that or my baby. Just make sure he's okay.
So, the next day I'm on the way to pick up Tiger-Liger in a taxi cab crying my eyes out because I was at work instead of with him at the hospital, because his crazy ass must've been so scared when he hit the ground and realized he isn't super-hero invincible. Because I wasn't going to be able to go to New York and meet my sweet Angelique as she hit the big 3-1.
He was such a brat when I picked him up. I had him wrapped in his favorite sweater of mine and he's fidgeting and screaming and I'm trying to reason with him that I must carry him. Finally I give in, and even with his limpy leg he climbs up and sets on my shoulder like a parrot-cat and we get into the taxi cab.
He only had a minor sprain. I was pissed! All that money and only a sprain!!! I can't go to New York because he has a sprain???!!! LOL. But if I didn't get the x-rays I would not have known if there was internal bleeding, or if anything was broken....
He's fully recovered. Back to his fullcompletebadassness. And, I have some really cool x-rays of the inside of my cat.
So, do you fold your toilet paper ball it up before wiping your ass?
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Glad Mr. Tiger-Liger is okay. Don't fret,NY ain't going anywhere! I wish you were coming though, so you could check out the Brazilian Day Parade. I'm gonna take a ton of pictures and I'll post 'em up.
Oh, and I ball it up!