I forsee much mockery

I just ordered a $55 CAT INHALER. For my asthmatic cat.

Yes, yes I know.

It's called the AeroKat. Here's an illustration of how this thing is supposed to work:



Because of course the cat is simply going to stand there with the mask over its whiskers, and give you a quizzical look. I actually made my own sketch of how I expect the whole inhaler thing to go, before I remembered I have no way to upload it. Let's just say that in my illustration, there's a lot more blood.

I'm trying to think how best to do this. Do I fold the cat up in a towel and sit on her? Should I forget the towel and just wrap the cat in duct tape? Do I need to wear a suit made entirely from Kevlar? Will I come out of this with both eyes and an intact jugular? The vet assures me that she's known people who've used this same device, and none of them had much trouble. I think I'd like to see how scarred these people really are. Do they have all their limbs? Do any of them now require a colostomy bag?

Anyway, I just purchased an AeroKat. I am, officially, one of those people.

Anger? Or total despair?

I spent the last two days drilling. I was outside in temperatures near 100 degrees, with heat indices of 105 one day and 108 the next. I was also wearing a Tyvek suit most of the time, which is a bit like being dressed in a Ziploc bag. It was MOTHEREFFING HOT, is what I'm saying. I don't think I have ever sweat so much in my entire life. But hey, we got the job done!

Except that today, the lab called to tell me only one of our sample shipments arrived. The other half of the job? Lost by FedEx. And now, 24 hours later, in the middle of July, on a day where temperatures have reached 100 degrees, the samples are also ruined.

And so, all that work and suffering? Yeah. For nothing. We'll have to do it all over again. In, like, two weeks.

Not cool, FedEx. Not. Cool.

Summer

All photos posted thanks to my parent's internet connection.  How sad.

Can't...survive...much...longer....

Okay, so, I might have already mentioned a few times, here and there, about how I currently don't have internet access at home. And how the internet access at my workplace is completely blocked from nearly everything that makes life worth living. Yes, you might already be aware of this.

You guys, this inability to access the Internets is about to KILL ME DEAD. I get emails with links to funny pictures or videos, I can't see them. People send me messages on Facebook, I can't respond. I can read most of my favorite blogs, but I can't see the pictures. I can't even see the comments on my own website. I can't look at Flickr or Shutterfly. I have pictures I've taken stacking up on my computer, and I can't upload them to share. Hell, I can't even back them up anywhere except my Seagate drive; given our recent luck with computers, THAT scares the everliving shit out of me.

(Yes, my company completely blocks Carbonite and other online backup services. I KNOW, RIGHT?)

I'm almost resigned to sneaking into Todd's work to borrow his computer. His company, unlike mine, has an open web policy, despite the fact that they do all sorts of military-related stuff, and really, WHY does a dirt and concrete company have more security than a federal contractor? Tell me that.

(On a side note, you know what my old company's internet policy was? It was something along the lines of, "Don't download porn. If you do download porn, PLEASE don't save it to the server." I miss those days.)

I clearly need a laptop. I loathe laptops, I despise them, but if AT&T or Mediacom or whoever comes out on the 30th and tells us they haven't run any line yet so we won't have internet until 2012, and I DON'T have an alternative at hand, I will punch a technician in the face, see if I don't.

Keeper

I often say to Micah "I love you, you know that?" Saturday night, I put him down in his crib, tucked his rabbit and his dog in next to him, kissed his waving hand, and told him I love him. He looked back up at me and smiled.

"Know dat, Mommy."