"But bats are cute-ish!" "Bats have rabies." "That's why I said ish."

First off, old intern, no.

Bats are not cute.

They're fuzzy little rabies-infested things with beady eyes that follow you when you shelve DVDs.

So, yesterday, right before opening, I grab a stack of DVD's and take them to the display shelves.

I do this almost every day.

Normally, I don't look up at the ceiling, but for some reason I did.

And there was freakin' bat hanging there staring at me.



I panicked.

A bit.

I can still see its creepy little face as it followed me as I walked back and forth.

That's as close as I wanted to be to it.

And yes, I know I didn't post yesterday, but I was fall down, die in a corner miserable by the end of the night, and no one wants to read about that.

Besides those get deleted a day later and I find the bat story amusing.

Now.

At the time my girlish shriek and repeated yelling of my boss's name would suggest otherwise.

She thought he was cute too.

As did everyone else.

I, however, have bad experiences with winged creatures when it comes to libraries. Remember the damn bird from last year? If you missed it go here.

Bosslady called the assistant director who got the pleasure of calling animal control who showed up shortly after opening to catch the bat.

I'll have to celebrate by reading "Bats at the Library."


I was glad to have the day off today. But I got up at like 8 which is weird for me on an day off.

Went running.

I know, you had to read that line twice just to verify that I actually wrote it.

Got groceries.

Cleaned - scrubbed mirrors, sinks, litter box, not with the same cloth, vacuumed, did laundry and dishes, took out the trash.

Did homework.

After which I went out to see the boyfriend.

Got Taco Bell, I'm addicted to their Doritos tacos.

The nacho cheese.

Cool ranch chips are nasty.

Watched a movie and talked for a while.

As previously mentioned I've been a bit out of it this week but all is fixed now.

Anyway, it's late. Carter and I are gonna konk out.

Music and I'm off.


Follow Me - Uncle Kracker

used to be my favorite song and i would sing it all the time, but the memory that stands out the most is one day, between games, my old softball team sang it.

nice team building exercise.

I got Spocked.

He "live long and prosper"-d me then walked out.

I keep these notes in my cellphone and date each one. I was reading them on my break, last year on this day it was, "Her life is what great tragic novels are made of." I wish I could remember who I was talking about. Yesterday's was "Well, that's something to scrapbook." Which can work in really any situation, bad or good. Although it would probably seem more amusing in a bad one. Last year yesterday's was from a lit class in college. "I hear something." "It's my heart beating." I was kind of an English nerd and was friends with fellow English nerds. We had a lot of fun with literature.

It was brought to my attention this weekend that mis-matched socks are now fashionable. Which sucks. Because that means I have to find matching socks. I've never been into the whole fashion thing. I grew up wearing tear-aways and a backwards Titans hat. Which suspiciously went missing by the way... I suspect foul play *cough*Mom*cough* but have yet to prove it.

Alright, song for tonight is an old favorite. I mean, it's not too old...actually it's been like 10 years. So, recently old. Yes, recently old. I'm going with that.
Uncle Kracker's "Follow Me"

Used to sing this song with my softball teammates between games. Fun times.

Tomorrow is split shift and play practice. BTW - it was a good thing I left my phone on last night since I did get a call this morning from work. Anyway, play practice is going to have to be some sort of hardcore tomorrow. Going over all the songs - no skipping - saying lines with their faces out of the book. They'll be mad about both those things but I'm starting a countdown. May 12th. 17 Days. We're soooooo not ready.


Okay, I'm gonna crash. Well, make supper and then crash. Long day tomorrow.
Have a good one.