h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Breakdown of the week. I wasn't home any day other than to sleep and eat and bathe. Thursday was my last day of driver's ed and some idiots who are destroying MY TREES popped our telephone line, leaving me internetettesssless.

Today, I got up at around five-ish and started loading the car. Packed up three dogs in our cargo van and left for Monticello where a CERF clinic was being held. Got our dogs CERFed (all clear) and waited until Alice's fifty million Cavaliers were CERFed and cardiaced. I spent about an hour playing with tiny babies (week-9 weeks) who were absolutely adorable. Golly, I love babies. I picked up the two puppies that I will be training and handling and we went home.

At two o'clock, we are at home. I throw a ton of stuff in our mixer, turn it on, preheat the oven, and take a five minute shower. I am half clothed, but decent (is that possible?), and making cookies. Inbetween batches, I am combing out my hair and getting dressed.

Finally, cookies are done and so I dry and straighten my hair in record time. I throw everything in my garment bag and head off to Jenn's bearing luggage and baked goods. I get there at 4:25. I take a few pictures of Jenn, wait for her to get undressed, and we head off...

Only to turn back to get instructions to DorothyDorothyDorothy's house. We pick up the instructions and I remember, hey! I forgot my jewlery! *twirlshair* So maybe I *am* a dumb blonde.

Okay, on the road again and we get to DorothyDorothyDorothy's. We do familial and friendal introductions and eat and shtuff. Then, it's watch Stacy give up on doing makeup. You know, I can slather on pancake in five minutes flat and look good, but hand me mascara to paint my real eyelashes? Ha. I gave up and that was good because I don't like the crap anyway.

Wee! I let DorothyDorothyDorothy victimize me and do my hair. Her friend did a great job on her hair and DorothyDorothyDorothy did a good job on mine though I have her little jewelly swirly thingies still... Then it was picture time. If you want piccies, I took a lot, and, surprisingly, they all came out really well.

Prom was fun, though they played the most wretched music in the world. I got home...awhile ago and am getting my internet fix. Okay, now that my brain has rotted completely out, I'm going to sleep. My feet don't hurt and my shoes were really comfortable, but I have too high of arches not to have them fall tomorrow. Why don't they make shoes with arches that hit mine? It'd make my life a lot easier.

*doesmoreperkyStacydancesandthrowsclothingovershoulders*

Sounds like you had a good time.

That's what you could call it.

Traveller in Time on his head
"Well, you survived. You even suggested something about fun concerning the socialising bit.

You have managed to get two puppies (nine weeks old ?) for training and handling.

You survived some three hairdressing sessions, tough in my opinion."

I think I enjoyed the group dancing the most. How can you not have fun in the middle of a group of people jumping up and down?

No, I played with the week-9 week ones but they stayed at the kennel. I brought home a 6 month boy and a 14 month girl home.

I only had my hair done once, and that was enough. I got slapped for moving about a million times, however.

I spent last night in the southern cross club conversing with friends about AFL, this is the most "normal" conversation we have had in 3 years, only 2 hours ago we were talking about vampire the RPG.

Why were yere you discussing the American Federation of Labor?

Australian Football League or AFL, its the funny one with 4 posts.

Is Australian football American soccer or American football?

None of the above, Its different to all of these, its original australian football, not what they call football nowadays which is simply just rugby, noone in australia has a american football team thats worth there salt.

Football... *shudder*

Football, the type that is called football in Europe, South-America, Africa and Asia that is, is a fantastic game. Don't diss. Init.

Yes, football, or soccer, as it is called is the fantastically exciting game where 22 grown men divided into two teams compete in pushing a ball into the opposing team's "goal", which is really a net on a metal framework, somewhat shaped like a prism. Now, the really fascinating thing about football, is the fact that in the time a match takes (90 minutes), there are rarely more than two "goals". This is usually due to the interesting defensive tactics deployed by most football coaches, i.e. a tactic meant to keep the other team from scoring, rather than making your own team score. In spite of this, football is widely regarded as an extremely exciting sport, for reasons unfathomable to me...

Sorry, I just had to...

I never siad that I enjoyed talking about it.

The joy is in much more than the goals. Especially if you're a defender.

Playing it is probably a different matter from watching it. I just don't get it, to be honest. I guess if I'd played it more, I would be more impressed by what they manage to do to that ball, but then again...

Oh watching football - only with beer and crisps and rampant tribalism.

See, that's the problem. I can't stand the tribalism...

Can't stand getting into little groups and insulting other little groups? What sort of monster are you?

Well there is always quenbeanites