Unfortunately, when it’s been almost a year since updating your blog, things kind of change. For instance, I no longer have Dozer. It was actually a very long time ago that she went to live with her brother, Wilson, at the BGF’s house. I’m sure she’s much happier there, but now she’s about 3,000 miles [...]
Posts Tagged ‘tank’
Fancy meeting you here!
Posted in Learning to be, tagged bgf, dozer, seattle, tank on September 18, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Who, me? Crazy? No way.
Posted in Yaddah yaddah, tagged bgf, bugs, dozer, farting, norman, tank on September 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
With the upcoming arrival of my sister to town and living with me I’ve been thinking of all the things that will have to change in my house now that I have a roommate again. After living with the BGF and her husband for two years I had trained myself not to do many of [...]
10 things you learn about kittens…
Posted in Yaddah yaddah, tagged cat, dozer, kitten, tank on September 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
…when you have one for the first time in a really long time.
1. A tail makes a great toy. Doesn’t matter who it belongs to.
2. Anything can be climbed, including a cement wall.
3. Everything can be eaten. Dust, rocks, people’s toes…everything.
4. The fridge is a fun place to hide.
5. Bras also make great toys. Who [...]
A Telephone Conversation with My Sister
Posted in Yaddah yaddah, tagged crazy, family, norman, tank on August 7, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Me: “Hello?”
Norman: “Hi, Emmy.”
Me: “Hi Norman! How are you?”
N: “Good.” Pause. “How are you?”
M: “Not too bad. How’s work?”
N: “Good.” Pause. “How’s your work?”
M: “Oh, it’s fine. A lot of work, but you know how things get. It’s busy this time of year.”
Pause
M: “Norman, you still there?”
N: [...]
Ugh. Grading Blows.
Posted in Yaddah yaddah, tagged grading, tank on September 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Every time I sit down to grade, without fail, I let myself get distracted by the tiniest, most mundane things. Right now I’m writing this when I should be grading that last stack of papers. I am also thinking that I really need to clean my room, especially since there are dust bunnies [...]
What Would Tank Do?
Posted in Yaddah yaddah, tagged cat, squeeze, stress, tank on November 30, 2006 | 1 Comment »
I’ve recenty found myself stressed to the point of voluntarily searching out a cliff and jumping off it, not to mortally wound myself, but to at least give me an excuse not to grade papers. It’s hard to grade if you’re in a body cast. However, since Kansas is a bit short on [...]
Purging Stress
Posted in Yaddah yaddah, tagged edgar, norman, stress, tank on March 29, 2006 | 1 Comment »
As I’ve been kindly told by everyone around me, I haven’t posted in months. I’m really glad everyone can count. Kidding, really. So, here I am on a Tuesday night, my head pounding with what I’m sure is a stress induced migraine, avoiding the millions of things I need to do in [...]
Cantankerous
Posted in Yaddah yaddah, tagged man whore, tank on December 7, 2005 | 1 Comment »
Recently I realized that with the scintillating pressures of living with my brother and sister, coupled with going to grad school, I need therapy. That’s been obvious to everyone else. Therefore, in the tradition of my family when faced with the inevitable need for professional help, I did what any rational person would do: I [...]
