Remembrance and Reflection how Allied

After 17 hours of sleep... I live! :) 

I had my oral argument yesterday. I was convinced I would completely humiliate myself. I figured I'd done it all wrong. Again. Errrrnt! I was the bomb! After I figured out how to speak English (my capacity for language diminishes with lack of sleep), I was all over those questions! Woot! Can't touch this!! 

Went to the immigration courthouse to do my observation exercise... Met a sleazy and creepy lawyer from West Palm. I seriously thought, when he walked in the courtroom, that he was mentally challenged from the way he walked and appeared. I guess not! I think he was hungover and high! What a weirdo! He walked me out, gave me directions to get home from downtown, and his card... told me to call him sometime (ugh, hello! married!!! and if not still no way!!) 

Got home at 6:30, "took a nap" and woke up today at 1:00pm. :) 

Was supposed to work on my bar app today... not gonna happen. I'm tired. I want chocolate. I want to clean. I want to make a yummy dinner. I want to hang out with M at B&N. So that's teh order of the day. I'll do my bar app tomorrow. (blah)  Also, in the class action the judge ordered us to show cause on why we didn't get notice... and I think she's going to continue with the scheduling conference tomorrow... double blah. The gov't responded in my other case... and we have until Tuesday to submit our reply... Supposed to visit the fam Sat-Tues. Busy weekend ahead.

In other news, Sophie's discovered her shadow... And Athie steals (and then drops) Soph's keys. I love these two goofy girls!

She's having a bad start to the day.

First, I accidentally sat on her. I went to sit in the desk chair. She'd been sitting on the arm. She must have jumped onto the seat in that half-second between me being at the side of the chair and my butt nearing the seat. Anyway. She SCREAMED and BIT and it surprised me so much I tried to jump up but it took longer than one would expect. She took a good chunk out of thigh, lol! Fortunately she's not hurt -- just a little stunned. *giggle* She wanted EXTRA EXTRA cuddles. Then she began kind of milking it for all it's worth and I made her go play...

...Then she jumped onto the desk and began eating some cereal out of my cup. She decided it would be far more convenient to eat if it were on the desk and tipped the whole thing -- filled with milk, btw -- over. I hollared a few explatives and stuck her on Athie's cage (nearest the desk) while I cleaned it up. She was kind of all shocked by that commotion too.

So I just offered her my hand to come sit with me and she scooted away to the other side of the cage. Hehe. I think she's decided Mommy spells DISASTER today!

My poor feather-butt girl!

Athena and Sophia are so funny! Sophia keeps adopting little baby traits of Athena's, and Athena tries to copy Sophie's big girl traits. Usually pooping isn't a big deal over here with Sophie. Go on the basket and poop. She's potty trained. We don't think too much about it. Well. Now she's doing it Athena style -- wiggle her butt backwards, squat, and go. Grr! We got extra-super treats for proper potty behavior and are going all out when either of them does it in the right spot. LOL.

Sophie's also begun crying Athie-style. Which is actually nicer because it's quieter *G*

On the other hand, Sophie gets in trouble for climbing off of her play gym. Athena was pretty good for a while, but now she's determined the play gym is optional as well. Only, because she had wings, she'd fly off -- and onto everything. We clipped her wings and have a new Time Out bin -- a large clear bin that Athie slept in when she was a baby. When they climb down without permission it's into the bin they go! Athena sine wings is a much humbler CAG!

Oh, and our house is a much nicer house with only one kitty inside (and the rest on the enclosed patio). They seem to like it better out there, too. Spinks keeps whining to join them!

The truth is, guys, I love my office to look nice. When I have file folders lying all over the filing cabinets, papers piling up in my inbox, and my "to be filed" basket is over-flowing I think I'm going to go nuts! I work very hard - get lots done, but the real reason behind it (aside from the fact that I love doing paperwork) is that I like my office to be clean.

Sick, huh? Wish the same could be said of my car....

So are boys, if Howard Gardner in Steven King's "Talisman" has anything to say about it. Nevertheless, sleep was not a happening thing last night.

James and I were fairly depressed last night, so we decided to go to bed early (9pm). I had a hard time falling asleep but by 10 had settled into some restless slumber. Here's the drama, play by play:

10pm: mother calls, frantic, apparently someone's gone 80 minutes over the cell-phone time usage and dad will be *furious* (and will cancel all cell phones). I offer to pay the difference (even though it wasn't me). This does not quell the fear. We decide there must be some mix-up and she hangs up to call the company.

10:30pm; having finally fallen back asleep: mother calls again, to inform me that it's all straightened up; they don't add the sprint-to-sprint minutes to the non-usage minutes until midnight.

12am: both kitties are in bed with us and decide to run back and forth. Finally Boo settles down in my arms and James rolls over to pet him and talk to him. I awaken again, and ask all parties sharing the bed to PLEASE SHUT UP I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!

1:30am: J has a night terror (something we both suffer from) and I awaken him.

2:30am: J is having a hard time sleeping and Micah is purring like a friggin' motor boat.

3:30am: Micah begins pounding on one side of the shower door in the bathroom because he wants to sit in the shower. After yelling at him for five minutes to quit we decide he probably won't and open the door. (*sigh*, thus reinforcing this behavior.)

4am: Boo decides to try to cover up his litter by scratching the litterbox (which is usually in the guest bathroom, but now in the livingroom b/c of wet carpets) for 20 minutes. I finally convince him it's fine.

4:25am: Boo is not satisfied with the litter coverage and continues trying to scratch at everything in the livingroom.

5:00: Micah is upset because the other half of the shower door is not open. Micah knocks over everything on the bathroom counter banging on the door.

5:30: Boo begins scratching the litterbox again; Micah is playing with the noisy kitty-gym. "Your idea to get it" James reminds me.

6:00am: Micah and Boo are meowing and running all over the house. I decide trying to continue to sleep is futile and I will go into work early today.

So much for ten hours of sleep...