That's the name of the Baskin Robbins ice cream I ate this evening. It should have been better than it was. Chai flavored, with cinnamon and ginger snaps (which were mushy, but very gingery), ice cream. Sounds good, doesn't it? But it was just, I dunno, odd. Maybe it was because the ginger snaps weren't snappy enough. The chocolate almond tasted like the almonds weren't roasted, as they were supposed to be, and it wasn't chocolatey enough to bother with eating. I'm told I'm too picky, but I DON'T CARE. Oh, and the waffle cone wasn't the freshest. I mean, really, they are the only ice cream gig in town, so you would think they could do a decent job.
I know that blogging is just not really my thing. Except, I think it should be. I just can't seem to decide on a time to keep this up. Of course, I feel like I have lived in a whirlwind most of the last year. Anyway, we have an extra computer at work which I am going to start keeping at home, so if I can get it connected to the internet, then I will try to blog more regularly. Or maybe I'll try to do it on break at work, not that I ever take breaks. Break is getting a drink of water, and besides, who wants to hear about work all the time?
My cat is being very cute and cuddly this evening. I think I don't sit down enough for him. The poor guy hasn't been feeling very well for the last few months (I am a bad cat owner). He had this deep, hacking cough so I finally took him to the vet, who says it is asthma. So she puts him on a steroid which doesn't really work, and, to boot, has now tipped him into having diabetes, so now I have to give him insulin, but hopefully only for awhile. Theoretically until I have to start traveling again in September. Which, eek, reminds me that he has to have medicine while I am gone to Lovell for the Board meeting next week. Argh! He also has an inhaler (try explaining that to a cat), which has this special applicator thing that you put over his nose so he breathes it in. Poor guy, he's been very patient and easy going about all of this, although he was annoyed to be dragged to the vet's twice in one week.
What else have I been doing? Working like crazy. WE have this great intern right now who we are working to death and who is a fabulous organizer so we are taking full advantage. Unfortunately, I have her doing things which, well, she needs help with, and so, um, I am getting very little of my work done, although this stuff is really no one's job. Except for the receptionist, who doesn't like it. Or something.
Wow. A burmese python (did you know these can get up to 200 pounds?) ate an electric blanket and needed surgery. Scary stuff. They also had interesting articles about alligators and pythons fighting in the Everglades. Apparently they're about matched. A python tried to digest an alligator (they eat their prey whole) and bust its gut; but another alligator carried a python around for a day in its mouth and wasn't able to kill it. I read this at National Geographic. Freaky. I wouldn't like to meet one of those anywhere, never mind a dark alley. Apparently the one, which is a pet, had the electric blanket to help it stay warm, because it lives in Idaho, is from Asia and produces no body heat of its own. Why have a 60 pound snake for a pet? It isn't even cuddly, like my cat.
