What the hell?

Do people listen to each other?

Last week I was researching graduate programs online. I saw something that sounded interesting and decided to request a catalog.. (It's in Canada and I can't see myself living there, but none the less, I wanted a hard copy.) On this particular institution's site they have a form that is very specific. In plain old English they offer to send a catalog IF you fill out the form.

Today I get this in my in-box:

We have been advised by that you are interested in obtaining further information about the Blah Blah program at Blah University in Blah, Canada. Since program details are available on our web site, we encourage you to browse the following at your convenience:

And then they provide the school's home page URL.

Er...

Either:
1) the admin responsible for sending mail is a moron
2) they have no budget for marketing purposes (which is kind of scary. what school doesn't have the resources to send a brochure?)
3) they have no idea their own web site was the catalyst for my request

Hallo.

It's Friday and it's stunning outside. I'm in a cleaning frenzy ever since SHE sneered," Oh, you can really tell I haven't been home. This house is a mess." Instead of saying...." Oh, wow. Irene you haven't cleaned since the last time, I'll come home tonight and help you clean my house."

GRRRR. She went on her bar crawl last night after finishing up at work in record time. Normally it takes her over an hour to close her bank and slug a few drinks. I guess the incentive to saturate her liver motivated her to move faster. Her shift ends at six. She was home, changed, and out the door by 6.37. She didn't come home until the wee hours. Think dawn.

Call me a domestic goddess. Both bathrooms are shining, my room smells like flowers, the shared blankets have been washed, I'm working on carpets, and the living room is done. So that leaves the kids play room, the kitchen, and my brother's bedroom. (My poor brother's stuff is still jammed into garbage bags. But I think he's going to ditch half of that stuff anyway when he moves. But it must be really annoying.)

My logic for doing the housework is that it frees up Charlie for play time with me. Today was his last day until he leaves in January. Hurray! He has one week of training in Arizona next month - but ships out Jan 7. I can't wait for him to come home today. His commanding officer wrote a stunning letter of recommendation and presented him with an award. (He told me the name of it, but I immediately filed it under 'navymilitaryribbonthingiwon'tremember'.)

In between cleaning, I am resending mail to all the recruiters/positions I applied to last week. I have confirmed that hotmail and outlook were not working very well. So if you haven't heard from me in ages, don't think I'm ignoring you.

Yesterday I went shopping with George for candy after mentioning I needed to go to FedEx to pick up a package. (My parents hooked me up with some stuff I needed for the fraud admin nightmare.) We picked food up for the cats, who were obviously waiting for us. George and I had started a fire by the time Charlie got home. My grilled some kick ass pork chops and then made me drink Bud Ice. Ugh. (But it's a better option than drinking the $6 vodka She has.)

Early into the evening, I became fascinated with my lit pumpkin . (Aw come on. You can't expect me to but my work of art to bed already, can you?)

I drank enought to think Chuckie would look cutein my costume and to steal candy from Caylin's pile. (I tried to convince Mujaji to play dress up, but she refused to come out from her cave (under Caylin's bed... She's mad at me for vacuuming everyday, and has decided it's homier, ahem, dirtier, with Caylin. I'm still miffed as I miss her little droopy hanging on my every move.)

I have finally recovered from last night. My head felt like cotton candy this morning. What have you kiddies been up to? I'm excited to hear from Perrin. She's flying in soon! (not that I'm in New York, but it's still closer!)

Alright.

posted by irene @ 11/01/2002 04:08:00 PM