The Velocibadger Family:   Doing Nothing to Bring Sexy Back

I babysat Danger's niece and nephews last Friday and woke up a few days later with another gross-out snotheaded cold. Then I recalled that the kids had been sort of sneezy and coughy that day. And let's be honest...at this time of year, preschoolers are basically walking, talking, really cute petri dishes in which to breed more germs.

Just as I was about to kick the cold, MB came down with it and became snotheaded and coughy and miserable.

Then the cat upped the ante with a crusty, runny eye. He comes down with a case of kitty conjunctivitis at least once a year, and luckily the last time we took him to the doctor for it, his wonderful vet told me to just hang on to his eye ointment so that we wouldn't have to bring him in for future flareups. This is great because it saves us time and money and, most importantly, saves Mr. Kitters from the most hated indignity of his life--having his temperature taken. According to a very brief Google search, conjunctivitis in cats can be caused by viruses, and sometimes cannot be cured, only controlled. I stopped researching there, because usually online articles about pet diseases end up very grim and doom-and-gloom, and I'm happy to just keep believing in the healing power of his eye ointment as long as it continues to work.


As a grand finale to all this massive attractiveness, I wore a sweater today which, on its own, is very cute, but when worn does a great job of washing me out and a really bad job of hiding my damn muffin top tummy roll. I spent most of the day hiding in my office, and did a lot of obsessive sweater-fluffing when I had to venture out into more public areas of work. HOTT!!



Synchronicity

Danger and I went out to lunch today, and as we were driving back from picking up our sandwiches, "All Because of You" by U2 came on the radio. As Bono sang, "All because of you...all because of you, I am," I realized a bit idly that it was an immensely fitting song, since Danger was one of two people who leaned on me to apply for the job that I have now, the job that has begun to define my path in life and made me understand what it means to strive for a career that you love. All the more fitting, I received the official job offer call while I was in St. Louis, a day after seeing U2 in concert. Just as I opened my mouth to point this out, I realized something even more odd / cool:  that call came exactly a year ago today.



Later today...

A very dear friend, known to you as That Chick Over There, is graduating. I am so proud of her I could just pop. She's graduating with a 4.0, even though she worked full-time the whole time she was working on her degree and she's got the most polite, wonderful, bright, fabulous, well-raised twins to boot. Oh, and she started a Brownie troop on top of it all! She kicks ass! For such a rock star, only the most fan-fucking-tabulous graduation congrats would do, so I'm posting two such items in her honor:


"The best graduation photo ever."

Congratulations, sista-Ho! Enjoy your big day!



Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

At nearly the same time That Chick is graduating, my darling old roomie C. is getting hitched. Congrats and love and remember to breathe! And if that "challenge" the preacher kept talking about at the rehearsal tonight does turn out to be an obstacle course after all, don't worry--I've got your back. And I bet the bibliophile will even hold our bouquets for us while we complete the course.

"Love doesn't just sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new." --Ursula K. LeGuin




Randomizing: scripturient, because his kid has conjunctivitis, too.


Reading: Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman


Playing: The Roots by Chris Thomas King