I have been lazy and not really blogging everyday like I used to, oh well.

Blogger isn't allowing me to title my post right now so I won't.

JT's till the end of time is on the radio, makes you want to slow dance, have sex, or strip. I can't do none of the above at work...or can I?

Somebody brought some stale marshmallow pies to work.

I am tired of hearing about the funeral of the N word. The word is still alive as it was before it "died" whether people are offended by it or not.

I had 5 dreams in 2 hours last night. The longest and one I recall the most involved me and Snookums robbing folks. WTF?

My Pooka is home!!!!!! We are still getting back to "normal" with house rules and schedules. There are so many funny tidbits that came out of my child's mouth but the one that made me look sideways is about asking permission to have something on my plate. I don't mind sharing what I have ask long as I am asked first. So anyway, I had 5 chicken fingers on my plate and by Pooka being the chicken nugget queen at the moment I knew she would want some. She gave my plate the eye and I was just waiting on her to ask for some. She never asked. Then I went to the restroom. When I got back I had 3 fingers and Pooka was just chewing away. I asked her did she ask for some and she said yes! When I asked "who" she replied with big eyes "I asked the plate!" Her voice was so sincere like the plate really gave her permission to get something off of it!

I also brought some fish for her tank before she came home. 22 of them to be exact. Well today we are at about a population of 16 but we started with 22. So far so good. The fish killer AKA Ladynay hasn't had the need to clean the tank out yet which is usually when I kill everything. The water after the 2nd day got kind of cloudy but it's not bad. The behavior of some of the fish was odd and I remembered that the chick at the store said something about them hibernating. I didn't know fish hibernated and thought she didn't know what she was talking about, but I looked it up on the net and apparently they do! Go figure!

I got in the pool yesterday! To warm up our "coach" (she prefers coach over teacher *shrug*) had us play water football/soccer. The points went by 1 and the end score was 4-3, our team being the winner. 3 of the 4 points were scored by yours truly *cheese*. So I got my class respect and my competitive ego that I bury from time to time got stroked ;-P. This one dude grabbed me inappropriately on my waist with both hands and pulled me towards him. I turned and gave him the look of death and he let go as fast as he put his hands on me! Shoot only one dude can touch me like that and he wasn't it! When I got back to work I found out that the water really took it's toll on me. I was tired and moving in slllllllllllooooooowwww motion! Then add on that I was hungry like a hostage (thanks Whitebrotha) and it was like nothing I ate would hit the spot so I was just a mess! I brought some more food with me to work today so hopefully after class today I can handle myself a bit better. I may have to buy me a 6 pack of vault or something for the energy thing. Those or some protein/workout bars. I'll figure something out.

I haven't been on the trail but I have been active so I am still doing good! This week we are not going to be under 90 degrees, not including humidity, so I doubt Pooka nor I will be on the trail or spending much time outside. Heat stroke don't do I!