A fresh cup of Chaos?

From here.

For years I’ve been watching this strip, seeing both of the minions in it off and on.  Last week I spotted both at the same time.  Summer sleepers.  You know the kind, the ones that won’t wake no matter what is used?

Yet when they do, they are ravenous.  Tack down the dogs/cats/fridge because it’s hungry.

They growl and grumble.  Give a look or two and stumble off to find food.  Only after it hits the system are they human-ish.

The joys of parenting minions on summer vacation while I juggle classes and life.  At least they help with memorization of things like polyuria.

Yeah, that’s one word I need to know for a test later this week.  Along with two pages of info.  Nephroexy any one?  Err, maybe I better find out what that means first.

What’s on your slate this week?  Anyone attending Nationals in San Fransico?

Happy Birthday to my Mouse-Mouse Girl.   What a wonderful day for you, my darling daughter.

May your wishes come true.  And memories formed that will last a lifetime.

Now, share the cake, Girl.

The wind is gentle through the windows.  The house is almost quiet but for one dog begging at my feet.  The cats are curled up and sleeping, an inviting pose that beckons me to join them and be lazy.

It’s not to be.  This quarter is killing me.  Panic, my newest bestest friend.  The overwhelming feeling of it won’t get done, it won’t get learned, I won’t pass the end tests.

I’m not enjoying the feeling.  The unsurity.  The lack of I know I can do it.   The anatomy class, 3 hours twice a week, isn’t too difficult.  I can handle it and even seem to have grasped new terms well and the locations.

Med term is the one killing me.  Let’s just say there is no way to understand the thinking of this teacher or grasp her tests.

“you will need to research 3 disease topics: osteoporosis, arthritis, and osteomyelitis. You will not know ahead of time which essay will be the one for the test so you will need to prepare ahead of time for each.”

Yup, I need a bigger memory slot, some more RAM, or a bigger harddrive.  It’s good that the new computer I’m working on can handle the huge search and discovery of all pertant facts of those three diseases while I beat my head against the desk to commit to memory those diseases for a test on Monday.  Along with everything else she requires for that test.

Can someone toss me a life preserver?  I think I’m drowning.

What’s on your weekly, heading into the weekend, plans?  Anything fun?

I’m convinced today is Sunday.

Earlier this week, I was certain I was on Saturday even though the day was Thursday.

Can you see the problem I might be experiencing with this?   I really don’t know if I’m coming or going lately.  And if I am going, am I on the right day?

To add to that fun time in my noodle, I was convinced the kids had school today.   Uhm, okay.  Losing my brain to… yeah, the heat.  That’s what did it.

There were a few days of heat that made me wish for snow.  Yes, the white stuff that makes me sometimes cranky.  It was hot.  Pushing 100 almost every day and trust me, this old dog wasn’t a happy camper.

I started eyeballing puddles to see if there was enough splash-ability for me.  Or at least a good soaking potential.

I even considered climibing into the freezer but the dimensions offered wouldn’t fit all of me in there and what would I have done with the food I’d be displacing?  Not any option but it was close.

And this domain of chaos has AC.  It was pleasant in the house and still I was melting.

Menopause?  Errrr, don’t think so.

Yet I’m certain this is where the mixed up days came along.  I mentioned one day I wanted snow.  And I think that was on a Friday but Dawg was with me so that made it feel like Saturday and that started the whole enchilada rolling towards chaos of mixed up, shaken, stirred, and scrambled days.

I’m still convinced today is Sunday.  I know it’s not but the spirit is willing to allow it.

To crawl back into bed, slip into another weird-ass dream and not dream about anatomy or medical terminology words coming to life and taking over yet another strange place in my dreamscape.

lololololol…..

Happy Monday.  I hope yours isn’t as mixed up as mine seems to be.

* Any new books find your next to be read slot?  Wanna know.

Summer is three days old and I’m just noticing it happened.

Ergh.  Ugh.  Up to my ears in things and not a brain in my head.

Like you really want to see a laundry list of what I’m doing since school got out for the minions and I raced to the finish line of a college quarter then went omg, I have a wee bit of a sanity break.

Who was I kidding?  My sanity is gone.   The gods of chaos and laundry are cackling with glee at the state of the castle.

Twits.

The weather is nice, for once.  Not too hot, not too cold unless your minion 2 who claims it’s freezing out.  The grass is growing like crazy and so are the weeds.  I thought weed and feed was to kill the weeds, not make them bigger and meaner.    Time to send Dawg out with a flame blower, a machete and an evil laugh.  The flame blower doesn’t exist, really, but putting the idea in his head makes the chore easier?

Oldest minion is relaxing this summer as he heads into his last year of school before the big league of schooling happens.  He handed me his letter for his letterman’s jacket and I almost fell over.  Sigh.  That explains where my brain went.   Poof!

Youngest has announced she will not be playing the flute next year.  Still getting my jaw off the floor on that one.   What’s happening is anyone’s guess right now.  I’m still trying to locate my overworked brain.  I suspect it took a vacation.  Without me.

Book reading:  still happening.  Some faster than others.  Some I’m wondering why I bought more than one copy.  And then, there is the why did I buy this book again?   I’m finding my taste for reading is jumping all over the shelves.  I also have the attention span of a gnat lately.

And the itch to paint is strong.  Not a good combo,  attention/gnat/paint.  Hmm, that is a recipe for destruction or omg, what color was that supposed to be?

The kittens of doom, doom and destruction are now entering the let’s fight in the bathtub stage of their young lives.  Moose-e-moto is feeling his spunkyness.  I’m feeling snarly at his behaviour.  Meanwhile, Noods has discovered a joy in exploring anything open.  They may be the death of me yet.  Really.

What I’m most looking forward too, and not just the start of the school year for the minions:  Wanted.  Hancock.  Batman.  I know there are other movies coming out but damn if I can recall what they are.   I probably should have written them down but would have lost it for certain.

How’s the summer shaping up for you?

Is this dang song so catchy?

Got one like that lately?

The dryer was empty.  Someone had taken the clean clothes, dropped them on my bed and left the dryer door open.  Had the kittens of doom been in it?

I didn’t know.  All I knew was the washer was done and the delicates needed to be dry.  I thought I caught Mystery Maker, aka the Laundry god, peeking at me from around the bleach bottle.  I didn’t think much of it and lifted the lid to the washer.

Huh? I lowered the lid and looked at the dial, then back at the tub full of water and clothes.

A wisp of a giggle shot out of the god of laundry.  I glared at him before I checked the dials, tried to start the washer, something to make the mess in front of me go away.  Laundry god loses it.  His laughter is rolling along.  He’s in danger of falling off the shelf.  I’m tempted to assist him.

“It’s dead,”  I walked over to Dawg having a fun time with Halo and waited for a response.

“What is?”

“The washer.  Check it when you’re done with your killing spree?”

I wander off.  Other items need my attention.  I wander over to my Mom’s inform her my washer is dead (laughing my ass off over this by then) and does she want a hammy?

Eventually I return home with the prospect of wringing out the delicates (uhm isn’t that defeating the delicate bits?) and drying them.

Dawg motions me to the laundry room.  The god of laundry is quiet.  Too quiet.  Something is up, but what?

“See this dial?”

I nod.  I’m familiar with the water level selection dial.

“It has to be on small, medium, or large or it doesn’t work.”

I blink.  Look at Dawg.  “It was on medium.  How else could I do the load if it wasn’t?”  I’m baffled but something is starting to click in my head.  I shoot a glance (glare?) at the god of Laundry as he peeks out at me.

Dawg puts it on medium, turns the washer on, gives me that look of “I’m amazing, right?” and waits.

“My hero!”  I give him a hug and start the washer spinning again.  This time to drain the clean clothes so I can dry them.

No clue how the dial was moved a smidge off the medium selection.  It was working then stopped.  Figured it was finished, not stalled out because of no water level selection.

Odd but that’s the way Mystery Maker works.  He’d been too quiet and this was his “Hi, I’m back” announcement.

I better go match socks.  I think he’s been busy elsewhere, too.

Ever have one of those fabulous moments where things just click that have been circling in the back of your mind?  Yes, mine were vultures waiting for the idea to drop, to die off, to get pushed aside by the oh, you can’t do that, etc voices.

Too bad, vultures of negativity.  Out the door with you.

What a refreshing breath of spring just went through  my mind when I stumbled across the quote below.

No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

—Dale E. Turner

What a nice perky thought to wake up to today.  A dusting off of the forgotten good bits, and kicking the old (newer?) negative bits to the curb.  What a way to start a 3 day weekend.

If only I wasn’t chained to the computer finally hammering out the draft of the 4th paper due for seminar on Thursday.  Yet it’s all good.

As Lucy has gone red (Congrats, Girl! Bet it looks fabulous), let’s celebrate take a chance, do something for you day.

Ten minutes to read the book you can’t put down but RL is taking too much time and energy?

A refreshing cup of tea, herbal or traditional, a nice piece of fruit or tea cookies.  A 15 minute pick me up break that will hopefully leave a smile on your face.

20 minutes to walk outside (if the weather is agreeable) and see the world with fresh eyes.  Does the body good and the mind might get an aha moment of its own.

Do something good to yourself.  Put your self first today.  It’s not being selfish.  It’s taking good care of you.

Something we sometimes forget to do.

Happy Friday!

Shakes off dust.  Wow.  Did I ever get lost in land of Chaos Meets Homework Does Real Life Mess.

Sorry about that.  If I didn’t know where I was going, I might have already lapped myself.

Crazy chaos now bordering.

Real Life has been keeping me a bit busy.  Who am I kidding?  Very busy juggling balls of this, balls of that. and hey, catch this new one.  I might have dropped a few balls along the way and oh look, there they are, under the couch with the rabid, mutant dust bunnies.  Could they be plotting to take over my world?

Maybe.   Snort.

What’s up at Casa Chaos?  The wind up of a quarter.  What that means:  2 papers, 1 memoir, 1 revision, 1 blog revision/new blog, 1 additional new item.   In 6 days.

Yes.  That’s correct.  Not counting weekends, lapses of sanity, the portfolio is due June 11th at 9:20 am.

Oops.  That’s wrong.  One paper is due next Wednesday.  A contrast and comparison.

Head meet desk.  Repeat.

But it’s almost over.  Only to begin again in a few weeks for summer quarter.  Yeah!  Yippee!  What the hell was I thinking?

Was I thinking?  Maybe not.   (groan)

I think I have a handle on the memoir.  Think.  What’s my point of the paper?  I’m asking that and I’m not certain I’ve nailed the point I want expressed.  The additional, mwah.  Many of those to hand in once they are dusted and cleaned.  The paper.  That shouldn’t be too hard.  If. I. Don’t. Over. Think. It. Sort of what I’m doing with the C&C.  Argh.

Yet, I will get it done.  Must.

I’ve enjoyed this ten credit class.  Enjoyed the teacher very much.  Want to take another class with her but my fall schedule won’t work with her class time.  Sob. Sniffles.  Sadness.

Maybe winter.

What’s up in your world?

Never fails.

Attempting to fall back asleep after waking up too early and here she comes, Inspiration.

Dancing merrily about in my head, she finally sits down and gives me that look that says “I have it.”

I grouse and roll over, trying to pull the covers over my head but Diggy-doo is hogging them again.

“Go away,” I mumble.

She makes a noise much like pshaw.  At least I hope that’s her and not the dog with gas.  Inspiration leans closer to me.  “No, silly, I have your memoir idea.  What YOU should write about.”

By now I want to lift the pillow, place it over my head, and hold it down to block out her voice as she chatters on.  Unfortunately the cat sleeping on the pillow won’t move.

I reach out and stroke Diggy-doo’s side.  He’s so warm and sleeping, like I want to be.  Inspiration doesn’t get a clue.   She continues to chatter on and I suffer through it.

Yet something she’s saying invades my mind, sleepy as it wants to be and soon the wheels for this due in a month memoir (plus essays!) is stewing.

Immediately Inspiration quiets and nods her head, her blonde curls bobbing softly about her face.  Her cheeks pink up and Inspiration’s smile damn near lights up the room.  “I knew you’d like it.”

Groaning in my mind, she flounces away, humming off-key to disappear back to wherever it is she came from  Meanwhile, words, images, sentences are being constructed in my very awake mind.

I’d like to hate her for showing up at 5:05 this morning but I think she saved me from a case of OMG what am I going to write about hysteria.

Next time, I hope she waits until later in the day.  No, wait.  She’s done that to me before.  Know how hard it is to jot down an idea at stop lights then be able to decipher it later?

Thought so.

Happy Tuesday.

reading:  The Hollows by Nora
temps:  42/58