Domestic Geek

I just heard the funniest thing on the radio:

Job means Just Over Broke. HA!

Damn, I should've known better. They didn't kill off Theresa Lopez Fitzgerald on "Passions" afterall. It figures that was too good to be true.

I meant to post this earlier, but I haven't had the time. There is a slideshow on the Rocky Mountain News' website showing photos of the air-tanker that crashed last Thursday (July 18) while trying to help put out the Big Elk Fire near Lyons.

In other news, would the press shut the hell up about the stock market already? Maybe people would have more confidence in it if you guys weren't pounding into their brains every minute of the day how terrible things are and how everyone is screwed.

My poor old big dog, Ursa. I think she either twisted or sprained her leg. She was fine when I got home yesterday about 4:30 and she was still fine when I went bed. By the time Marcus got home after 7, she couldn't walk on it and you could tell she was really in pain. She's almost 12 years old and she has a touch of arthritis. Sometimes she just falls while she's walking along for no reason. I feel so bad for her, sometimes. When I let her outside at 2 this morning, she got down the stairs just fine but then couldn't get back up them to get into the house. I ended up having to carry her. That's when I knew she was really having trouble because normally she hates to be picked up. I think it just doesn't happen enough for her to be used to it as she weighs over 100 lbs. She seemed almost relieved that I carried her. My poor baby. To make matters worse, our other dog, Skippy, is a total dork and he's always dancing all around. He keeps knocking her over. *sigh*

I had a major project deadline today at school and so I got very little sleep last night (3 hours). I also had to go back to work after I got out of class because I didn't have time to get everything finished before school. I need sleep, but here I am surfing the ol' internet. Stuuuupid!

The new Austin Powers movie comes out this weekend. Maybe I can get Marcus to take me to it to celebrate our unofficial anniversary (the official one is in October). On Saturday, July 27, it will have been 10 years since Marcus and I first got together. Man, time flies . . .

Ok, I'm going to bed.