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The chupacabra makes a bad white Russian.
Jan. 26th, 2009 10:48 pmEthan and I have started the 100 Push-up Challenge, starting tonight. For the longest time - post-surgery - I couldn't even do one. Tonight I managed a total of 26. In theory, after six weeks of this, I will be able to do 100 consecutive push-ups. Since the Push-up Challenge is only three days per week, we're talking about alternating days with the 200 Sit-up Challenge.
Thanks to Jacquelyn's advisor, we have discovered the fun that is Puerto Rico. It's totally imperialist - you're running the colonization of Puerto Rico - importing colonists, building plantations, harvesting goods which are then either traded or shipped to the Old World. It's very entertaining and realistic as far as economics goes. We figure the only thing it's really missing is slaves and pirates. If people are fans of Settlers of Catan, people will like this.
I have my first algebra test tomorrow. I'm going to have to find solution sets to the absolute values of complex inequalities and shite like that. Two weeks down - thirteen more to go.
Eva, the kitty with the over-grooming problem and the big blue collar, has been on Prozac for several months now and is happier than I've seen her since, well, ever. Her original owners were not the best of humans and she's always been a bit high-strung and skittish. She's also lost a lot of weight and has, finally, semed to have stopped over-grooming. She's had her collar off for three days now and (knock on wood) she's pretty much left her belly alone except for reasonable cleaning.
Speaking of kitties, Figaro had his steroid prescription doubled and he's putting on weight like a madman. He's much more energetic and agile. He can jump onto the couch and beds fine now. Last night, he crawled up Jacquelyn and then did an Indiana Jones Leap of Faith from her shoulders to the couch, a jump I've never seen him take the whole time I've known him.
The visit from my father and his wife was very nice. We took them to the Old Fashioned for Sunday brunch which they really loved. I got my dad a framed print of this photo from our trip to Utah. He seemed really touched which is odd because with the exception of a lot of furious yelling, I'm not used to him expressing emotions. He even said breakfast was "great" which is HUGE because growing up, the best compliment he ever gave about food was "It's edible."
I may not have the best opinion of his wife, but she really is very good for him. He is the happiest I've ever seen him and it's like he's a totally different person. I feel like we bonded really well on our trip to Utah. He once told me that he never wanted kids - he wanted at least a teenager so he'd have someone he could talk to. I think I finally qualify.
I bought a new bath mat.
Oh, and the self-portraits community that I'm in was LJ-Spotlighted and it's been flooded by newbs and trolls and that ilk. I and many of the other regular contributors are not amused.
Thanks to Jacquelyn's advisor, we have discovered the fun that is Puerto Rico. It's totally imperialist - you're running the colonization of Puerto Rico - importing colonists, building plantations, harvesting goods which are then either traded or shipped to the Old World. It's very entertaining and realistic as far as economics goes. We figure the only thing it's really missing is slaves and pirates. If people are fans of Settlers of Catan, people will like this.
I have my first algebra test tomorrow. I'm going to have to find solution sets to the absolute values of complex inequalities and shite like that. Two weeks down - thirteen more to go.
Eva, the kitty with the over-grooming problem and the big blue collar, has been on Prozac for several months now and is happier than I've seen her since, well, ever. Her original owners were not the best of humans and she's always been a bit high-strung and skittish. She's also lost a lot of weight and has, finally, semed to have stopped over-grooming. She's had her collar off for three days now and (knock on wood) she's pretty much left her belly alone except for reasonable cleaning.
Speaking of kitties, Figaro had his steroid prescription doubled and he's putting on weight like a madman. He's much more energetic and agile. He can jump onto the couch and beds fine now. Last night, he crawled up Jacquelyn and then did an Indiana Jones Leap of Faith from her shoulders to the couch, a jump I've never seen him take the whole time I've known him.
The visit from my father and his wife was very nice. We took them to the Old Fashioned for Sunday brunch which they really loved. I got my dad a framed print of this photo from our trip to Utah. He seemed really touched which is odd because with the exception of a lot of furious yelling, I'm not used to him expressing emotions. He even said breakfast was "great" which is HUGE because growing up, the best compliment he ever gave about food was "It's edible."
I may not have the best opinion of his wife, but she really is very good for him. He is the happiest I've ever seen him and it's like he's a totally different person. I feel like we bonded really well on our trip to Utah. He once told me that he never wanted kids - he wanted at least a teenager so he'd have someone he could talk to. I think I finally qualify.
I bought a new bath mat.
Oh, and the self-portraits community that I'm in was LJ-Spotlighted and it's been flooded by newbs and trolls and that ilk. I and many of the other regular contributors are not amused.
