Here Kitty Kitty...

Ok, now that my blogroll is gone, how am I supposed to visit you guys? It’s kind of like the auto-dial on my telephone… when you have to do it manually, it’s hard to remember what the real number is, ya know? Actually, I don’t use “speed dial” but I used to.

So ya, I guess something is up with Blogrolling… some are saying it was hacked? We shall see.

Remember in the movie Starman how Jeff Bridges used to move his head? In a sort of staccato-like way? Like a pecking bird? That’s what I’ve been doing all morning ‘cos my neck is killin’ me… crack – crack – crack.

Shoot. Must go out this morning right away. Out of coffee. Maybe I’ll ask Jennie & Brian to bring me a cup. I’m babysitting for the kittehs when they go up to his Michigan cabin for the weekend. meeeowww.
ok, gotta go go go. xoxoxo

You know, it’s not the fact that I have a ton of web work these days, which I definitely do, I haven’t had time to say *hey* lately because I’ve turned into freakin’ June Cleaver! Good grief!

Did you ever play the “If I___” game? Like, “if I won the lottery I would give 2 days notice” or, “if I won the lottery I would quit so fast blahblah…” Well, let me tell ya, if I won the lottery right now, I think I would still want to save lives a couple days a week.

This Beaver-Cleaver-housewifey thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be anymore. Sure, I’m hard at work with the biz, but man-o-manowitz, I never realized how much my Cabana Boy really did around here. I sure miss him now that he’s off elsewhere working his little fingers to the bone. I have more to do now than when I left the house to save lives 25hrs a week.

Ohhhh I could go on and on, but I don’t want to sound unappreciative. I really am fortunate that I’m able to do what I’m doing, it’s just such a huge change! Big adjustment… and I’m simply not used to it yet. But dang. Whoddathunkit?

Boy, talk about bursting a bubble. Office is clean n’ sparkly now. Sooo, feelin’ the love, thought I’d treat myself to a yummy cappuccino. Ground the beans, dusted off my little espresso maker (haven’t used it in awhile), got the milk ready in my little stainless pitcher, then once the spitting & trickling began in earnest, I steamed the milk. ok. Being in the o-so-efficient mode that I was, I began to wipe the little spigot/steamer stem as I usually do, but I don’t know what the heck I did different… but I turned the steam on again, except (and I can’t for the life of me visualize this as I speak)  the steam hit my right finger and I dropped the pitcher of frothy milk, which fell and splattered over all 4 corners of the kitchen floor, bottom of the refrigerator (and inside) and the bottom of the stove. What the hell. waaaaaah…. the pice de resistance after cleaning my office was ruined.

Needless to say the dogs were very happy “mmm, warm milk” and I just slopped some creamer in my “short” cup of strong coffee, and here we are.

BUT, looking at the bright side, I got my kitchen floor washed today too.
whoopee-do.

Gee, can you tell I that I was a tad lost the last couple of weeks after I stopped saving lives? You know, visiting with you guys and all? The calm before the storm I guess… then of course it was difficult to adjust to things, and now with hubby gone in the p.m.
::sad::

Soooo, now it’s all business again, which is a good thing naturally, and I think I’ll be ok. As long as my clients still love me if they have to wait another day. hey, life happens, right?