and added to my picture in the newspaper with my friends in Grade 7.... which I guess counts as one minute- I still have 11 more minutes to go! (I'm going to try to waste them as a teacher campaigning against standerdized testing cause you know, our government listens to teachers so well)
Anyhoo I was on the radio! Well, not me. My email! And they read it outloud, and then they had some fun with my name which was fine, rather funny. It was the daybreak DJ that I entered and I emailed and said they I wanted to hear Amy Winehouses' Rehab played because it's a graduation theme song. And then I think it was Chris (of Chris and Russell) made a joke about Lindsey Lohan. It was funny. I rule! The CBC rules! Wheee me!
In other news, something not so much fun with the exclamation marks- Spike had an upsetting visit to the vet yesterday. He really, really... really doesn't like going to the vet- there was a lot of hissing and growling and at one point he felt it necessary to reach over and scratch me while I was talking to the vet. Then it was discovered that his liver is too large (just a little) so they had to draw blood but due to the ears back, spitting-ness that is my darling cat, they had to keep him for the day. They were really nice because they figured they would keep him for a little, see if he calmed down, and then try to draw blood, but that if he didn't calm down they would have to sedate him. So yeah, they had to sedate him. And then when I went to go get him afterwards they asked me to come back and get him instead of one of them going back to get him, which is so embarrasing. It's like going to pick your kid up from school and they say 'we locked him in a closet, here's the key- fly at it'. But it was nice in that when we walked into the cat room Spike instantly starting hissing at us until I reached into the cage and then he stopped hissing and literally crawled into my arms. I felt so guilty for leaving him. So we are still waiting for the results of the blood test but I'm sure he's fine, he may just have to take some medication like when he was a kitten. The funny thing is when we got him home he was fun, even a little better than fine. This morning he actually chased the kitty treats, he never plays- he usually just looks on with disdain. The problem actually was Chuck who would hiss at Spike and run away and hide. We are guessing Spike smelled like other cats but it was kinda a crazy cat day yesterday.
In other news, chocolate soy milk with coffee liqueor and vodka with waffles? Very good. Very, very good.
Deciding to cut your bangs the next morning because they are 'bugging you'- not really the best idea but it turned out fine.
And a shot of the hissing kitties at a happier time ontop of the fridge.