Feb 27

2008

Productivity

I finished all my homework through Friday. Weehee! I haven’t been so productive all semester. Not only did I attempt all assigned problems for both Thermal Physics and Mathematical Physics, I also answered each one of them completely with confidence. Now that is an accomplishment.

I have two Midterms next week. One in Thermal and one in Astrophysics. I’ll worry about those over the weekend. They are next Thursday and Friday, respectively, so I can justify a little free time this Thursday and Friday.

I actually finished everything a couple of hours before posting this. It’s rare that I am able to work through an entire assignment, let alone answer each question entirely, before 1am the night before it is due. I spent the past 2 hours goofing off and enjoying the feeling of not feeling guilty for doing so. Among other idle pursuits, I read a most amusing “family spam” E-mail (Family spam is my term for the non-personalized E-mails sent to me by my forward-happy family members). I found this one particularly amusing:

Post VERY LOW on the refrigerator door (nose height). Dear Dogs and Cats:
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years —canine or feline attendance is not required.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat’s butt. I cannot stress this enough!

Every bit of that E-mail applies to our furry kids. Only a week or two ago, my little boy helped himself to some lemon herb sauce from the chicken dinner I had just pulled out of the oven. Both he and Nexus manage to find the most obnoxious spots to sleep on the bed. Winter likes to make a hammock out of hovering portions of the bedding between Eric and I. I hate it when he does that! And Nexus, well, she is a large cat, but I swear she doubles her weight just special for sleeping on our legs and feet. Oh boy, and the bathroom thing. Winter always has to go to the bathroom with me, lest he give me anxiety by howling his mournful Siamese tune outside the door.

And I can’t forget the puppies. Mine, especially, loves to give kisses. In fact, that’s even one of my nicknames for her, “little kisses.” Eric gets a little peeved with it, but I think it is cute. Except there was that one time when both she and Albus decided to help out and clean up some pieces of doggy doody that one of us tracked in from the outside. Lets just say, I didn’t make a point of inviting her over to me for any kisses for the rest of the day.

The stairway speed limit has been violated by all four furry children. Nexus doesn’t race so much as she sits in the way. I nearly tripped over her just this morning. Winter doesn’t race me, but he races Eric. I don’t know what it is, but he and Eric have a very odd relationship. Winter acts like he is afraid of Eric, but he also makes a point of looking for trouble from him on purpose. He’ll randomly tap Eric with a paw and run away, that kind of thing. If Eric walks into a room, Winter will either run, hide, or make a long nasaly meow (that we generally translate as choice words directed at Eric) and keep his distance. When stairs are involved, I think Winter prefers to be act dramatic rather than actually protect himself from the Eric Troll. I think it is a game to him, to challenge Eric up or down the stairs. If Eric nears the stairs, Winter will conveniently need to go up or down at that exact same moment. He will usually attempt to fly at super sonic speeds past the most narrow path between Eric and the nearest wall. The puppies get in the way on account of being puppies. They have a lot of energy to burn. They don’t care about racing, they run up and down the stairs for fun, though oblivious to other traffic.

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