katra’s Neighborhood

We just got to Madeline Island and everyone is rebelling against the rules!
There are only a few rules anyway, Why's everyone gotta go screwing them up!

No technology (clearly being violated (right now!)), women cook and men do the dishes and no alcohol before noon (even when golfing).

The only rule I want to break is the only one still being enforced!
Boogers.

Dr. Horrible's sing along blog.

I missed the earthquake!
I miss everything.  It was even bigger than the first one.

I'm so mmmmmad, I'm pursing my lips and making a loud mmm sound!

I slept through my first one, am out of town for the second one, will I ever experience this interesting and exciting geological phenomenon?
*stomping foot*

But he is a damn fine actor.  I watched The Patriot for like, the 15th time the other night and I am consistently amazed at the depth and range of that film.  It has everything drama, action, romance, AND comedy. 

I was actually in the mood for Heath Ledger (God rest his soul) but there are so many great performances in that movie.  I swear I have never watched the scene, with the mute daughter begging him not to leave, without bawling.  And I even know it's coming!
Gotta go.
Visiting imdb and see what that little girl is up to now.

I bowled twice this week, doubling the amount I've bowled all year.
The first time, I was subbing in a league game.  I'm pretty bad so my handicap was super high.
I was just kidding but I did say at one point, "The better I get, the drunker I bowl."
So then I went out with my best friend and broke 100 every frame!
I bowled higher in two games than I did in three!
Was it the practice? Or maybe I was less concerned because I wasn't 'competing'?

You know that thing you get 3-4 months before you graduate high school where you couldn't care less about classes, homework, or exams?

I have that. 

Only without the excitement of a beckoning summer spent alternatively lounging and traveling, then college (!!).

I am so burnt out on this job.  Counting my blessings is not helping.  I just want to go home and have a glass of wine (with my whine) but I can't as I have plans tonight on this side of town.

I shouldn't complain.

shouldn't

I am exhausted.  I am tired of taking care of myself.  (Note: taking care of myself doesn't end when I move back to California, it's just a different form and will be a welcome change).

I've written 5 final sentences and I hate them all.  Including this one.

I told my dad that I had a really bad nightmare that ended with us in a fistfight.  In his usual caring way he expressed his concern for my poor sleep habits by asking me "Who won?".
When I relayed the conversation to my mother, I asked her to guess what his reaction was.  She said, "I don't know what a normal dad would say, but your dad asked you who won."
Love it

I keep getting typo errors when I try to put it/them together.  What's up with that?
Many of you know that Duke has a mysterious disorder called Beagle Pain Syndrome (what?  another breed specific disease for my dog to have?  No way.)  It flared up again Tuesday with me passing much of that night and last, laying on the floor next to him under the bed.  That on top of me not sleeping well the past week.  I've been having criz-azy anxiety dreams and can't even begin to think what that's about.  So $75 dollars, a missed half day of work and a vet trip later Duke has drugs.  Anti inflamatories for his back, and Valium to keep him calm once his back stops hurting (he can throw it out again by being too active while it's healing).  I can't believe my dog's on valium.  But then again, with my sleeping problems maybe I should be too.
Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers, I know God isn't too busy to take care of my dog even though I feel like a tool for asking.  After nine years, I'm just not ready to lose him yet.

So, I'm a girl, therefore I love baths.  Love them.  Granted it can be disturbing to lounge in a 'people soup' of your own dirt water, and I always take a shower after, but I still love baths.
Usually my bath formula includes bubbles (duh), a candle, a glass of wine and a crappy magazine with the word 'sex' on the cover about 7 times.  "Find out his hidden sex secrets"?  Really Cosmo, didn't you tell me all about that in like, 1997?
Anyway, reading that stuff usually ends up making me feel stupid and dirtier than my bath water, but books are so hard to do in the bath.  First, they require a bit more concentration than girly mags and second they're so bulky and hard to hold with your one dry hand.  And there's nothing worse than dropping a book in the bath tub.
The other night, I took bath time to a whole new level when I introduced the laptop.  Sure, I was a little concerned about electrocution, who wouldn't be?  But let me tell you, I would have died a happy death.  There is nothing like watching tv while soaking in a hot tub.  I didn't even need the candle as I was bathed in the cool blue glow of 80's reruns. 
Ahhh.

Dogs hate fireworks.  I think Halloween and the 4th of July are the scariest days of the year for dogs. 

I found a tack in the washing machine last night.  Pretty scary since I've already used it several times and just now found the tack.

I got a really angry message yesterday from some dude who hates God.  Normally I ignore that kind of stuff but I really couldn't resist messing with him.  I told him Jesus told me to tell him (and then he said, I know you know I know...) "Suck it up dude.  I never promised life would be easy, I just said I'd be with you if you want me to."  That made me laugh.  But now I'm wondering if I should answer him in some more meaningful way.  He's obviously hurting (4 crazy paragraphs littered with typos and misspellings) and if you have that much passion over something you supposedly 'hate', you know there's a different underlying emotion at work.

I finally got the dvd I'm sending my friend in Kuwait today.  Now I can mail his stale honey buns and playing cards tomorrow.  Uno is the loneliest number. 

Have to remember to pick up my pictures tonight.  They keep calling me and it's this really weird robot voice that says "Your pictures have been developed.  You may pick them up at (address) any time."  It kind of makes me feel like Walgreen's is  holding them for ransom.