Home again March 30, 2005 ~ 10:41 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackback
Millions of people come to see the Gates. Because 26 miles of orange…excuse me, “saffron”…flags are exciting.
I’m typing this with a cat sitting on my lap while his front legs are draped over my right arm. Do you know how hard it is to type like this? But I’m not going to kick him off my arm…oh, yes, I am. Little fucker weighs a ton. And he just farted. Nasty little sumnabitch. Oh, Goddess, the stench. He’s missed me, though, so I won’t kick him off my lap yet.
Why did he miss me? Because, my friends, I haven’t been home since yesterday morning. I’ve been at (get this) a national conference for Registrars that is being held in Manhattan. Not kidding. I couldn’t make that up. Hundreds of Registrars from around the country, going to seminars about Registrar business. In the past two days, I’ve been to such interestingly titled seminars as “Intranet as a Management Tool,” “ID Theft and Record Fraud,” “Making Registration Smarter,” and “FERPA 101: The Short Version.” And I’ve gotten a ton of swag from academic vendors. A messenger bag, three pop-up frisbees, two stuffed lions, three kangaroo pins, two water bottles, two t-shirts, some blue and yellow M&Ms, some mints, more pens than I can count, several notepads, a post-it note pad, and a magnifying glass. For the record, Rick’s kids like swag. Actually, so do Rick and I. Oh, and I’ve entered a shitload of drawings, but do you think I’ve won even one iPod Shuffle? No. I have not.
In between being at the conference, I’m helping Rick move the small stuff from his old apartment to the new apartment and putting some of it away at the new apartment. I feel for the new owner of his old place, by the way. When we went over tonight, we found a mess of baby silverfish that had run riot over the unoccupied apartment. That will be fun to deal with. We killed at least ten, but you know there were more waiting in the wings. Tomorrow night will be the big push to get the last of the crap stuff treasured possessions out, and then we’ll probably spend all weekend setting the new place in order. If any of you ever meet Rick, be sure to tell him how lucky he is to have me. No, seriously. The man dropped a table on my head Sunday. Accidentally, while trying to disassemble it, but there was still table/cranium contact. And did I leave? No. I just kept packing. I am the best girlfriend ever.
I have learned a lesson from these events, though. I’m so not moving for at least another year. I’ll just sit here with my farting cat, grateful that he didn’t pee all over the house while I was gone. And for that reason alone, he will be allowed to stay on my lap. Because my house is neat, settled, and cat piss free. And full of swag.
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