I'm away from the office today but hey, that's cool.

I'm away from the office today. It wasn't for fun but being away from the office is generally good any time.

Monkey had his eye surgery this morning. He's in the living room watching James Bond. Ugh. But anyway, he's doing fine. I have to take him back to the hospital in the morning (yes, on Saturday morning) for them to remove the patch. Then he wants to go do some Valentine's shopping. Yeah, he made it through this surgery just fine. But you know what's crazy...he said they put him to sleep but just so they could give him some shots in the eye. Then they woke him up to do the surgery. Remind me...never to have cataract surgery. He said that when a doctor tells you "there's going to be a little pinch"...never believe him. Doctors don't really know what "a little pinch" means. The doctor said it was a pretty bad cataract (which is probably why he was totally blind in his right eye). I would tell yall what Monkey said he felt...but it makes me ill to even think about it. So I'll spare you.

I was able to get Ava to school with her science project today. I can't wait to hear from her as to how she did. I'll be proud of her no matter what but her project was so good. She should win. And not because she's my kid. As if that is not reason enough, her project was great!

Nothing makes me want to quit school faster than a group presentation. It's not because others don't work. It's because I don't like presentations and if I'm going to have to be responsible for something...I guess I want to be responsible for it. Okay...I'm stressing over this Milton project. I want cool...I want effective...I want fun. But hey...we're talking about poetry here. Actually, it's not bad poetry and I've figured out a lot of what our poems could mean. Presentation is what I'm dealing with.

As I write this...Dai-Dai just had a seizure. She's my blue chihuahua who takes Phenobarbitol every morning for seizures. She was on the bed right beside the computer. She came over to me and wanted in my lap. I picked her up and loved her...and then put her back on the bed...because her breath smells like butt. Not two seconds after I put her back on the bed, she started jerking. I knew what was happening. But she knew it was going to happen. That's why she wanted me to hold her. Stupid me...I didn't listen. Anyway, I immediately took her to my closet and held her in the dark. She jerked...then she went stiff. Then she pulled through it. Thank God....because yall know I love my dogs. She's resting right now. Whew...

It's raining today. Rain. It's pretty cool. We haven't seen much since oh, I'd say July. I'm thinking it may have rained maybe six or seven times since then. I may be slightly off. But I don't think so. I like rain and I've missed it.

I bought a hands-free microphone that I needed for a computer program that I'm planning to get. But I can't get the thing to work on my computer. I must be doing something wrong...or it's the wrong kind of microphone. Dang...I didn't want to go back to Radio Shack...but maybe God's telling me I don't need to learn Italian. I don't know why He would be telling me that beings I don't speak Italian and I'm going to Italy in September. And in Italy, they speak Italian. It just seems that I need to a know at least a little Italian. Maybe He's telling me not to buy the program. Naw...I'm just making all this up. Except the part about the microphone not working on my computer. The part about God talking to me. Maybe He is...I'm not sure. Interesting thought though. How do people really know when God is talking to them? Is it God or is is it just my brain telling me what what I'm thinking in my head? See...I hate it when people say..."God told me this." or "God told me that." Cause I'm thinking...how the heck do you know? Now...when whatever God told you...works out the way God said...then it was maybe it really was God. But when God tells you of this grandiose business (or whatever) that's going to make you a millioniare...but you never do anything to get this business out of your head and into reality. Sorry but I just don't believe God works like that. (Someone actually told me this years ago...and she's now forgot about it...and I'm still waiting to see if God really said it.) I don't know how I got on this subject. Oh, yeah...my microphone doesn't work on my computer.

I have an iTunes card. I'm going to download The First Cut is the Deepest. That song has been in my head since American Idol Tuesday night. Oh, yayyy! Tonight is What Not To Wear. Dear heavens. Me and my TV. Okay...I'm off to download a little music. Then I must work on Milton.

Later Dudettes.