Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Gotta Give The People What They Want...

Well, the University is on vacation this week so I don't have my much-unloved class. And the Pupil Evaluation Team meeting that I was supposed to have tomorrow, complete with testing results that I have yet to compile, was cancelled so I've put that little task off until the last possible second. I could do my assignment for next week's class since it's a big one and I'm going to need all the time I can russle up if I'm going to fake the teacher observation that I have to write up as if I really did it. But who am I to mess with my brilliant system of task avoidance at this late stage of life?

No, I've got all the free time in the world tonight. I could do a coherent post, were I so inclined. But I'm not. I'm pooped. And Cathy wants her Wednesday Bullet Points Post fix. I'm nothing if not accommodating! Any day I don't have to think for a period of time is a good one for me. So here you go, Cathy! My brain at its most random-y goodness:

*The all-points-bulletin for my missing Girl Scout cookies has been lifted. The other two boxes arrived today and the Thin Mints are chilling in the freezer as I type. I no longer have to drive from store to store looking for the card table from which the Scouts are selling the surplus cookies. (yes, I've been doing it since I first realized that there were no Thin Mints in my house...those little girls are quite clever at hiding from me) I am really rather happy now that I did not lash out at the poor Girl Scout who gave me that first box for not fulfilling my order and my dreams. I wasn't crazy...I did, in fact, order three boxes just as I'd thought. I simply ordered them from different Girl Scouts. Teachers do that sometimes...we don't want to scar any of the little darlings for life by our refusal to buy from them. But I forgot. I blame the fact that the cookies are only available for such a short time. I got all hopped up on the adrenaline. A hearty thanks to one and all who offered to help out a poor Sheep in her time of need. (Beth, you rock...seriously!!!!!)

*I stopped off at the convenience store down the street on the way home for my one liter bottle of Mountain Dew. They're the only ones in my neck of the woods that sell that size and I like to treat my Sheepie self every now and again. The woman behind the counter was not the one from the other morning. And she called me, "hon." I almost told her that this was not necessary as I have a posse of blog folk who are more than willing to step up to the plate and throw me a little of the "Luvvie-wuvvie-lumpkins" treatment when I'm feeling needy. Then I remembered that not everyone lives inside my head and that this might not make sense. It might, in fact, be cause for some alarm. Or pressing of silent alarm buttons. I took my soda and my "hon" and went on my way.

*The sweater that I may or may not be knitting and about which I will not blog for that will curse it and I don't think I will survive the demise of another sweater almost has a finished back. I'm concerned about starting the front because I can't remember if I changed needle sizes after the ribbing like I was supposed to. I have a bad feeling about this...

*I'm pretty sure that my downstairs neighbors are concerned right now. You would be too if you heard the high-pitched squeal of your usually quiet neighbor as she cried out, "Oh my goodness, there's a baby in the closet!!!" They probably don't know that I have cats and that one of them got in the closet for a nap. They probably think I keep babies in with the linens. I'm assuming that there will be a visit from some social services people in the near future.

*That's probably a good thing since my inability to provide myself with the most basic of need-meeting continues. After literally years of taking my breakfast with me to eat in the car on the ride to work without incident, I forgot it today. I took it out of the refrigerator. I neatly wrapped it in foil. And I left it on the counter. To make matters worse, it was one of the eight million cheese danish that I bought during some sort of pastry sale induced blackout the other day. I'm probably never going to eat all these things. They are getting harder and staler by the minute.

*There have been no applicants for the position of Keeper of The Sheep. No one wants to be responsible for me and seeing that I am fed at least once a day or that I pay my taxes. I'm disappointed, but not really surprised.


That's it for tonight. I am looking forward to my night of class-free goodness (I'm very classy...I just don't have my class tonight) and some mid-week TV viewing. A pleasant evening to all and to all a good knit!

SA

16 comments:

trek said...

Gotta give the people what they want: a daily dose of the life of a Sheep!

Probably best that you didn't comment on the "hon" today.

brenda said...

The random thoughts of a Sheep, great reading!

mrichme said...

CamMad is still considering the job offer. Their people (oh that's me) will contact your people!

Sheila said...

Oh good, a free night of knitting/spinning/coolie eating/whatever floats your boat! Enjoy, and thanks for the laugh.

Sheila said...

Make that "cookie" eating.

crzjane said...

I am so glad to hear that you have your Thin Mint fix. I was really thinking about sending you some. Just let me know if you need some, the husband will never miss them. He still has a box left over from last year!
Aren't you suppose to keep babies in the closet?

Olga said...

the baby in closet makes me think of that joke on why old people don't have kids( stop reading now if you have heard this ) This old woman had a baby and friends came over to see the baby, she kept telling them they could see the baby in a little while, after a LONG time the friends asked if they could please see the baby and the old woman said they can't. Why not? the people wanted to know, because, I've forgotton where I put him and till he cries I can't find him. Sorry, this was a long one!

Cathy said...

Thank you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. And as a reward, the cookies appear. Isn't karma great? And loved Olga's joke, too.

Beth said...

Hon, you did a nice job on those bullet points. :)

knitseashore said...

Thank you so much for the laughs tonight...Chris always talks about locking "the boys" in the closet when they misbehave...isn't that what all good parents do?

I was shaking when you mentioned not receiving all your girl scout cookies...good thing that situation is cleared up. :)

mehitabel said...

Ah, Thin Mints. I od'd on them when I had Girl Scouts In Residence and now that my former GS has GSes of her own, I am still in GS Cookie land. You know, honey bun, I'd take you up on that offer to become your Caretaker and General Factotum just to get to have a REAL winter again! Or would you prefer moving out here to LA-LA Land where it's 90 degrees in March and so dry you can practically hear your skin popping off? There's an extra bedroom--well, it's full of yarn, but that shouldn't be a problem, right? Sugar?

catsmum said...

Re the being class-less at the moment : My favourite staffroom coffee mug siad " old teachers never die ... they just lose their class"
says it all really, n'est-ce pas ??

catsmum said...

and of course like Sheila, I had a typo moment. Make that "said"

Julie said...

I'm so relieved to hear the thin mints arrived!

Don't you just love it when meetings are cancelled and classes are on vacation - too bad Wednesday night is a lousy TV night; hope you had a nice relaxing time knitting and spinning and eating cookies :)

Anonymous said...

I am so glad you got your cookies. I was feeling a little guilty knowing that I was nibbling on Thin Mints and there you were going without.
Karen
http://nothingbutknit.blog-city.com/

CursingMama said...

I can't believe you haven't brought those pastries to work yet.....I always take food I shouldn't eat but would LOVE to eat to work - I've got a lot more discipline than my coworkers.

Thanks for the random thoughts hon ;)