So, I work/live in Dallas, right near Medical City hosiptal, which happens to be right next to a section of White Rock creek. Which is nice and pretty, so I enjoy it thoroughly. But dang, last Monday, it rained about 5 inches in a matter of hours, and that sucker flooded like balls! Seriously, like balls! A whole soccer field was underwater, as was the street I usually use to drive to and from the office. Most inconvientent, but rather fascinating at the same time, so I took pictures of it. And they are rad, so enjoy them as you would a balmy spring day.

Sometimes the most terrifying thing is one's own self...

Man oh man, something funny happened last night. So, I live in a house of cat extremes: I have one cat who is inordinately large, and one cat who is inordinately small. I call them "The Fat Man" and "Tiny" (their real names are Flea and Clementine, but real names are for squares).The Fat Man is a solid 20 pounds of pure fantastic-ness, while my little cat Tiny is 7 pounds of wicked adorable-ness, and she has the littlest cat feet ever. She's so cute and sweet, it's impossible to take her seriously when she's mad.It's like when a little kid gets all mad and starts acting tough. So, when she hisses at people, they pretty much giggle and point, then go about their business completely unaffected by the altercation. And when she gets super mad, she puffs-out her tail to tremendous proportions (she's a short-haired cat), and walks sideways like a crab...it's fucking awesome, but hardly intimidating.

So, last night, I'm watching me some TV, as I am known to do, and I hear my little cat growling at something, then I hear some loud knocking sounds. I get's up, and wander over to the general area of the noise, and I see my little cat, all puffy-tailed and hissing, batting at her own reflection in the back door. And she was really going at it. Full on hitting and growling, like the reflection just talked smack about her Mama or something. Anyway, it was damn funny, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Classic pet humor, realized in my living room, much to my delight.

Enough with the sucker punching!

Yeah, I hit myself in the face with my laptop this afternoon. No reason, it's not like I didn't listen to myself or something, and I certainly wasn't sassing myself, so I didn't deserve a beating, I just got karmicly unlucky I guess. See, I was trying to get out of this big-ass bean bag chair in this meeting room we have at work, and I wore a dress to work today, so getting out of said beanbag chair gracefully was *challenging*. I managed to keep my knees locked together, so no one got the pleasure of seeing my cookie place, but in an effort to stay chaste, I lost track of where my damned ole computer was. So, here I am, thinking I'm all kinds of fly cause I swung myself out of that beanbag chair in such a way that Jane Austen would have reveared and cannonized, then I cold-cocked myself in the left eye with my Think Pad. Fucking IBM and their "Think Pads", always trying to keep a sister down. Anyway, I got a red mark and a bruise, but it's cool. I'm gonna tell people I'm been prize fighting again, that way folks will think I'm tough, but mysterious.