Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Picture This
Here's how it goes down when I have a girlfriend over:Hi friend! Can I get you anything to drink?...Oh, really? ha! I know, that's totally how it is...talk, talk, talk...wanna see some pictures? Cool, hang on a sec! (Here's the point where Huz always rolls his eyes in disbelief that a friend of mine would actually enjoy looking at pictures with me. He's weird like that.)
Now I'll repeat the scene blog style. Here's some of my latest pics. Neville decided to get back to his roots, which I totally respect. See, he wanted to know where he came from and because I didn't feel like explaining the birds and the bees just yet, seeing how he's only one and all, I decided to turn on Animal Planet. Perfect timing! It was on lions. He immediately got as close as he could to the screen to absorb some feline history.
Then he switched the channel without me knowing it and got some bikini action. I guess he's closer to the birds and the bees talk than I thought!
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Sister Report
I just (finally) talked to my sister. She's feeling better as of yesterday and can start eating a little bit without tossing it. She's still got a sore abdomen (from the enlarged liver) and urinary issues. We're waiting for the blood tests to come back today and hopefully they can give a diagnosis and start treating her. At least she's feeling a little better, poor thing.Thank you for all your kind wishes for her - keep them up until she's out of the woods please!
[Turns out it's mono. She's feeling better, but should take it easy for a while.] |
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Floss Your Teeth, Damnit!
I just had a girl date with my dental hygienist. We met last Tuesday when her hands were inside my mouth and her metal tools were clinking merrily away. Next thing I know, we're having lunch and shopping together. If only dating were so easy, right single folks?We visited several of Nashville's funky little shops. First was The Cat Shoppe, a place where those grandmas with cat sweatshirts and cat tea cozies and cat picture frames go to get all of their supplies. But aside from the kitsch aspect, there were some cool cat toys, healthy cat food, and funky little figurines that I liked. The best part? The real live cats that wonder around the shop hoping you'll adopt them. I got me some feline love and picked up a few things for Cambridge and Neville - including a rubber (!?) grooming brush that, oh my gosh, totally removes loose hair (I'm talking gobs, people) and causes the cats to flat out break their purr motors.
Next we went to this crazy little shop that sold all sorts of weirdness. I don't even know how to describe it, but they had stuff like Mother Mary Full of Grapes cocktail napkins, rubber chickens that when you squeeze them have gross fluid-filled eggs come out of their butts, cat ass magnets, Jesus Super Hero action figures, hairball magnets, High Maintenance chapstick, WTF Bush bumperstickers, Grow Your Own Mullet chewing gum, etc. It was crazy and I was oddly in love with it all.
It was fun, but if I'm going to be her friend I really need to get this flossing thing down or she'll kill me! Wrap it around the middle fingers, use pointers to form a bridge, insert...(floss slips from the pointer fingers, spit forms and runs down my chin)...agghh! I HATE flossing. There's no denying it. I hope she can forgive me. |
Friday, March 24, 2006
Bored At Work Survey
1. Where were you 1 hour ago?At work, where I still am now. *sigh*
2. When is the last time you filled up your gas tank?
Last Saturday on my way to class in the morning. I was running on fumes Friday night after class, but I was rushing home to meet everyone for the Wilco concert, so I pushed my luck.
3. What is the most amount of money you spent in one store?
That would be at a furniture store for our new leather couch and chair. It doesn't feel so painful when you have a whole year to pay it off without interest. Of course, the year will fly by and before I know it I have this big balance to pay off before getting socked with interest fees. Yikes! I better got moving on paying that sucker off.
4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
Let's see...there's a pink post-it note in front of me, a pink highlighter, a pink pen (the pen itself is pink, not the ink), a pink Student Leave Pass that I need to get approved for the student today, pink cyclamen flowers to my left that I brought in from home...that was a lot more pink than I thought there'd be!
5. When is the last time you went to the mall?
My birthday weekend a month ago when I bought a 30-licious outfit for dinner that night.
6. Are you wearing socks right now?
Actually, no. It's only 45 degrees, but I felt like wearing sexy black heels with my dress pants today.
7. Do you have a car worth over $5,000?
I doubt it's worth that now, but when we bought our used Saturn a few years ago it cost $10,000.
8. When was the last time you drove out of town?
Um...I guess it would have been several months ago when we went hiking with friends in North Carolina. It's been a while. Hey Huz! Let's get out of here, what do you say?
9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
Yes. I went last Saturday to see "Cache" (A French film that leaves you wondering what happens at the end. It was really good, if you're into that sort of thing.). Then I went again on Tuesday night to a local indie theater and saw "Confederate States of America". I fell asleep during this one, if you want to know what I thought of it. The satire was good in that it pointed out latent racism, but it was very uncomfortable in its approach and the historical documentary style put me out like Nyquil.
10. Are you popular?
I'd like to think so. When I make friends they're good ones, though I'm always wishing I had more than I have. I guess I'll settle for fewer, closer friendships than many, shallower ones.
11. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Water. I know that's boring, but I'm at work y'all! I can't be swigging the mojitos all the time!
12. What was the last thing you mailed in the mail?
Mail? What's mail? I pay all my bills online and I email all my friends and family. Okay, it was probably a Netflix movie. I do that a lot you know.
13. Do you wash your car?
Hell no. I think we've had it done maybe 3 times in 5-6 years. I grew up in Colorado. Don't you know that Coloradans don't believe in washing their cars? (No, seriously. Every time Huz and I go home for Christmas, we're astounded by how dirty all the Subarus are!)
14. Last fast food you ate?
I had two fried eggs on toasted homemade sourdough bread with Manchego cheese. Oh.My.God. It was good!
[I didn't realize this said fast food. That would be McDonald's sometime last week when I didn't have time to make my lunch for work.]
15. Where were you last week at this time?
Are you ready for the excitement? Can you take it? Last Friday at 9:54a.m. I was at....(drumroll please)....WORK! Oh the adrenaline, how it rushes!
16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
No, but I need to. I'm sick of my brown work pants being too high-water. I must get more pants this weekend.
17. What bank do you use?
Bank of Amerkah.
19. What do you want to be when you "grow up"?
Good question. I've been asking myself that one for years. As a pre-teen and teen I wanted to be a Marine Biologist because I love sealife. I can cry when watching whales or dolphins - for some reason I just feel really emotional around them. I'm now working towards physical therapy because I love using my hands and working with people. I think being an artist of some kind would be awesome, but I'm too practical to do that. I want to eat something other than mac n' cheese, you know.
20. Your dream vacation?
Australia and New Zealand would be awesome. Especially since Huz has been to the former and wants to share it with me. And who doesn't want to go to New Zed after seeing Lord of the Rings? Hello!?
21. Last boat ride you went on?
In my dream last night.! Ha! Wish you knew that one don't you? Other than that, it was last May when Huz and I went to Belgium. We went on a canal ride in Brugge. Awesome.
22. How old are your parents?
In their 50s (oh, except for my Mom. She's 25 and has been for as long as I can remember).
23. Are you in love?
Yepper, baby. With a husband and two cats.
24. Do you have any single friends?
Yes! Everyone should - they're fun and spontaneous!
25. Last play you saw?
The Vagina Monologues at Vanderbilt in February. I had wanted to go to this for a few years, but never made it. This time I was determined to and invited two girlfriends. It was a riot. Loved it!
26. Have you been to New York?
Once when I was in middle school. I went up into the Statue of Liberty's crown which I don't think is allowed anymore.
27. What are your plans for tonight?
I'm skipping class and an exam because I have been too worried about my little sister to study and we're allowed to throw out our lowest test score. So, other than checking in with the family on how Katie's doing, I think Huz and I might chill out at home and watch a Netflix.
28. Last concert you went to?
Wilco at the Ryman!
29. Next trip you are going to take?
In May we're going to Kansas City, Missouri (my first time in the state) for a friend's wedding. They've asked me to be the photographer! Yikes!
30. Ever go to camp?
Girl Scout camps, cheerleading camps, and this one energy camp thing.
31. Were you an honor roll student in school?
Every year!
32. What is a pet peeve of yours?
This should actually read what ARE your pet peeves. I hate it when friends don't answer an invitation I give until they've determined whether or not they have any better offers; I hate slow drivers who inevitably end up in front of me; I hate it when people leave the copy machine top up (and the toilet seat, but that doesn't happen in my house); I hate it when people complain about their weight yet they don't work out or change their diet (yes, I've been guilty of it too); I hate intolerance and ignorance; I hate to be preached at; I hate being manipulated...wow, I need to take a chill pill!
33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?
Yes I am, though I don't everyday. I'm wearing Clinique's Happy To Be.
34. Are you hungry?
Always.
35. Where is your best friend located?
I don't use that term, but I have a few girlfriends in Chicago whom I love and miss dearly. I also have a few close girlfriends here in Nashville (and I'm making new ones! I have a "date" with my dental hygienist tomorrow!). I also consider my little sister in Colorado a close girlfriend because every time we get together we just laugh and laugh.
36. Do you own a cowboy hat?
God no! Why are you asking me this!?
37. Do you have a tan?
No. For one, it's March. For two, I work with someone who uses tanning booths 3-4 months out of the year and I find it sickening. Maybe her orange skin will reflect off of mine and I'll appear to have a light tan this summer.
38. How old do you want to be when you have kids?
In my 30s.
39. Do you collect anything?
I used to collect whale and dolphin figurines in highschool. Now? I guess you could say that I collect hobbies and all the things that come with them (soapmaking supplies, beaded jewelry supplies, etc.)
40. Is this quiz annoying?
It's getting to be really long, actually.
41. Last time you had sex?
Too long. Huz and I are going to work on that tonight.
42. Ever been arrested?
No! Sheesh!
43. Been to Mexico for Spring Break?
Nope. Don't want to either.
44. Do you like hot sauce?
I like Tabasco Chipotle and Blasting Sauce from Illinois (cheesy packaging, I know, but it's good!).
45. Last time you went out dancing?
Huz doesn't do that, so I don't either. We took ballroom dance lessons several years ago when we had three friends getting married (not to each other!) over a three month period. I absolutely loved it. He, unfortunately, didn't.
46. Do you need to do laundry?
I always need to do laundry. *sigh*
48. Are you someoneÃ’s best friend?
Again, I don't use this term. It's juvenile. I have several close friends who call me during crises, so I guess the answer is yes.
49. Are you rich?
Nope. Doubt I ever will be by today's standards, but there's more important things in life than being wealthy.
50. One person that you are attracted to of the same sex as you?
Dooce. How can you not be? She's so witty and tall and has great cheek bones! |
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Nashville Rocks
It's ironic that I finally saw a Chicago band in concert after I moved away from there. I'm funny like that though. I catch on to things pretty late: "Friends?" Started watching it when it was nearly over. Capri pants? Hated 'em when they came out and finally succumbed to liking and wearing them a year later. "Seinfeld?" Never saw any that weren't reruns. Making friends? Made close ones about a year or two before I moved away from them all.I went to the Ryman Auditorium Friday night to see Wilco perform. First of all, the theater was great - no bad seat in the house because it was so small and intimate (the seats were wooden pews!). We never would have gotten that in Chicago unless it was a no-name band performing in a small bar venue or something. I remember the R.E.M. concert we went to for Huz's birthday one year - I think I saw the light glint off of Michael Stipe's head a few times, but we were so far above the stage I couldn't see much else (I think he had eye makeup on in the shape of a bandit's mask, but I couldn't tell you for sure). And we paid how much for those tickets!? About $80 each I think. But on Friday we saw Wilco up close and personal for a mere $28 each. And how they rocked. We were in a great section of people who didn't sit down once so I got to really just let loose, forgetting the exam I had just taken in class and the one I had the very next morning, and dance all night. Jeff Tweedy is awesome and I love both the experimental sounds he makes and his rough voice. If you like Wilco and get a chance to see them live, I highly recommend it. |
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Day of Worry
I'm a worry wart naturally, but today sucks. Bad. And it's only 8:30a.m.First, Neville is still bleeding. Huz is at the vet with him as I type this. I'm worried that he'll have worms or some bowel disease or something awful. I dreamed that he died last night.
Second (and more importantly), my youngest sister was in the hospital last night. She threw up blood and my Mom took her to the ER. They ruled out hepatitus, but she has an enlarged liver, a bladder infection, and was given ulcer medicine. She's in a lot of pain but they released her and told her to see her regular Dr. to schedule more tests. I hate being so far way. I HATE it. I've cried twice today already.
Please send your love and get well vibes to both my little grey kitty in Nashville and to my lovely young sister in Colorado. Thank you.
[Huz just called and the vet said it's colonitus, which isn't too unusual in cats. Any kind of irritant in the bowel can cause it - hair, strings, peanuts... He gave him an anti-inflammatory and some canned food that we'll try to get him to eat (he won't, but we'll try). He said if it happens more than once or twice a year we need to bring him back in for tests. So the peanut probably caused it and once it heals, it should go away. Keep your fingers crossed.] |
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Self Intimacy
I'll probably get a bunch of, shall we say, un-wholesome people finding my blog from that title. (Oh, and to the perv who found me by googling "Vickie's boobs" yesterday? Keep dreaming! You may read about my boobs here, but you'll never see 'em. Suckah!) Anyway, I'm not talking about dildos (at least not in this post). I'm talking about intimacy with one's own mouth.Admit it, we're all intimate with our mouths. When we get a popcorn kernel stuck in between them or a piece of parsley stuck in there, we know it immediately because something doesn't feel right. I'm having that "not quite right" feeling right now. I just got back from the dentist who gave me my First Ever fillings. The only time I had a cavity before now was when I was a kid and I lost that tooth. I just had FOUR fillings. Two upper "six-year molars," as the dentist said repeatedly so that I wouldn't feel bad about having cavities. You know, like I should be proud that my molars lasted 24 years without any cavities. Hmm. I guess I do feel proud about that. So STUFF IT you holier than thou, I've never had a cavity before punks!
Ahem.
I also had two tiny ones on my lower molars (little "pre-cavity" pits on the side of my teeth that I've been watching for the last few years).
Now my mouth feels funny. My teeth aren't smooth and slick in those places anymore. They look fine because the fillings are white, but they feel weird. Like, my tongue is meeting resistance when sliding down the teeth.
Reminds me of a random childhood event. I was riding in the truck with my dad and we were both sucking on mints (you know the red and white ones from restaurants) and he told me that if you prop the mint (vertically) between your tongue and your bottom front teeth, then slide your tongue on the top of your little teeth, they felt really weird. Nothing about the teeth had changed of course, but your tongue's perspective had totally changed.
Sorry tongue, no new perspective for you this time. Just some rough-feeling fillings on a used-to-be-proud-that-I-never-had-any-cavities-as-an-adult-punk.
Sigh
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Friday, March 17, 2006
Math - Victoria Style
Unshelled peanuts in a bowl + Neville = bloody bottomI'm not kidding. Neville is a freakin' goat hidden inside a cat's body. The other day he casually sniffed a bowl of unshelled peanuts I put on the coffee table, then he promptly went all goat-like on me and started eating them with relish - they had shells on them, people! He crunched right through them without a second thought. I promptly took them away from him and put the bowl on the kitchen counter, where I thought they'd be all, like, safe.
Lo, how forgetful I am. The poor Hobbit cactus is still recovering from Neville's on-top-of-the-fridge grazing.
I was washing dishes a few days later when he lunged up onto the counter straight to the bowl of peanuts (obviously not his first time). "Off the table, off the table!" I shouted, causing him to jump down (damn, that's loud!) and scamper away. Later that evening I found masticated* peanut shells in the study. Okaaaay. He's been eating these damn things again! I put the bowl in the fridge this time, determined to protect Neville from his freakish goat-like eating disorder.
Then? There was blood. Out of his ass blood. And we discovered it on our way out the door, rushing as it was because I woke up at 6:30a.m. only to realize that Huz and I both had a dental appointment at 7:00a.m. My baby had blood coming out of his butt, people! Do you know how traumatic that was for me? It quickly stopped, which is good because we had to go. I called the vet and told her the whole story, to which she replied, "A shelled peanut is a very peculiar thing for a cat to eat." Laughing to myself and thinking, "Lady, you obviously haven't met Neville The Goat-Like Cat." She said to watch him and if any other symptoms occur (lethargy, loss of appetite, more bleeding, etc.) to bring him in - otherwise, it was probably the peanut.
Ah, the joys of goat parenthood.
*How I love that word. |
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Before and After (Part Two)
I feel bad. Our friends painted the interior of our house before we moved to Nashville last summer, which was really generous of them. Problem is? I didn't end up liking the paint colors I chose. I like green and wear it a lot, but the light green color in the living room ended up putting me in a bad mood. It felt cold, damp, and down right mossy. So, I decided to repaint and hope that my friends wouldn't get offended.I bought sample sizes this time so that I could be sure I liked how it looked on the walls before painting. Here are the lovely splotches of paint samples that happened to coincide with our first family visitor (Huz's uncle). Great timing! I was a bit embarrassed, but oh well.
Huz and I both agreed right away on which colors we liked best (love those moments in marriage!) and then spent 6 hours painting on Saturday. Here are the before and afters in true HGTV style.
Before:
The mossy living room. Can you say boring?
After:
The newly improved happy, sunny living room! The paint is Sherwin Williams "Anjou Pear."
Before:
The dining room in what was supposed to be taupe, but ended up looking pink/purple.
After:
A modern, embracing green that makes the black furniture POP right out. This is Sherwin Williams "Forest Canopy."
Yes, that's a Santa figurine. Yes, I know it's March. But he didn't arrive in the mail until February, so he's still new to me.
So, what do you think? Did I do okay this time?
p.s. Our leather couch is backordered and should arrive sometime next month (fingers crossed).
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Monday, March 13, 2006
Before and After (Part One)
Okay, you asked for it (nobody said, "hell no!" in the comments, so...).Before:
Ah the 80s. Here I am as a ten-year old, circa 1986. I was a proud Girl Scout (luckily without boobs yet or I would have thrown my back out) with an awesome perm and huge, plastic glasses.
Here's another gem from a year later. I had my bangs pushed to the side to hide the fact that my Mom (love you, Mo) had done her usual butcher job* on them. Looks like the trend in glasses that year was to go even bigger (as if my cheeks really needed a prespcription!?). I also dig the geometric shirt - that's some definite fashion skillz there, folks.
Ahem. Anyone still out there? (A cricket chirps.)
After:
My Mom doesn't cut my bangs anymore. Instead, I pay out the whazoo to have somebody younger than me do it. Here I am last Thursday after going to get my hair cut. It's a tad better 20 years later, no?
*If you think I was just being mean to my Mom, here's evidence of the said bang butcherage.
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Anyone?
Who wants to see a picture of me in my early days? You know, the lanky, crooked-bangs, awkward childhood days?Anyone? |
Friday, March 10, 2006
Windowsill Potatoes
Neville watches t.v. which I find hilarious. He'll sit on the floor and look up at it in awe, following the people around as they walk to and fro on the screen. Then he'll jump up onto the couch and lie down watching it from across the room. Cambridge pretty much ignores it, but the other day Huz was playing X-Box and she showed interest, so I picked her up and let her watch it up close. She kept trying to paw the hand icon that Huz was moving all around for her benefit.Our children are so spoiled that they have their own t.v. It's called the windowsill. They watch this thing religiously - from the time I leave for work in the morning to the time I get home at night. See the
What's the object of their gaze, you ask? Price is Right? Jeopardy? Nope.
No, they're more into the bird variety nature shows. They very much enjoy watching the action around the bird feeder I put out there for them, greedily eyeing the small birds who dine on the seeds.
Then a damn squirrel had to come and ruin all the fun. They still watched when it came around, but with much less tail-flicking and relish.
The squirrel came. And he conquered.
(Seriously, notice the gnawed off green part.)
This beast ultimately caused the demise of the bird feeder. He tore it apart, ripping the green feeding dispensers off one by one and then tearing the clear plastic in a vain attempt to find any remaining scrap of seed. I guess that's what I get for buying a cheap feeder. Sorry kids, no more t.v.! |
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
The Great Carbonated Beverage Debate
Huz and I grew up in Colorado. This means several things about us, 1. we enjoy the outdoors, and 2. we love Mexican food. This also means that we speak differently than people who grew up, say, in New York or Mississippi. Specifically, we grew up calling carbonated beverages like Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper and the like "pop." We didn't call it soda, or cold drink (like they do in Baton Rouge), or "Coke" (even when it's not a Coke).*Is this a regional thing? Is it a socio-economic thing? (One of Huz's Ph.D. friends supports this idea - as if "pop" were a lower-class term than "soda"!?) What do you think? Help me out with the debate and tell me - where did you grow up and what did you call it? (Whether your family was white collar or blue collar is up to you to reveal.)
For the record, I still call it "pop," but Huz has converted to the apparently more high-brow "soda." Hoytie-toytie.
*Most Southerners I know use "Coke" to describe ALL kinds of carbonated beverage, even Sprite, which is pretty much the polar opposite of Coke (it's the anti-Coke, if you will). I say there's something fundamentally wrong with that. I can handle calling facial tissue "Kleenex" even if it's not Kleenex brand and I can handle calling cotton swabs "Q-Tips" even if they're not Q-Tip brand because, come on, who wants to go around saying "pass me a facial tissue" or "pass me a cotton swab"!?** Not me. Besides, Target brand facial tissues look exactly the same as Kleenex tissues - not so with Sprite the Anti-Coke!
**Was that a sentence or a question? I covered both bases with the exclamation mark and question mark. I'm sneaky like that.
[Or soft drink! I forgot that option.] |
Sunday, March 5, 2006
This Thing Called Lent
I'm bad at this Lent thing. See, I grew up nothing...meaning that God and church were not a part of my life at all. Had you asked me what Lent was back then, I probably would have said a dried legume or a medium-sized grain (I'm pretty good at Balderdash, can you tell?). Had you asked me what Lent was when I was 18 and a newly "born again" Christian, I would have answered the same way. Had you asked me a few years later when I was eyeball-high in Southern fundamentalist, holy-roller church culture, I would have answered by saying that any non-Pentecostal church that had to celebrate things like Lent wasn't part of the "true, spirit-filled church." (In other words, I didn't know a damn thing about the church calendar or tradition because those things were feared and abhorred by the Pentecostal church.)Now that I have more of a sense of the church calendar, the liturgy, and tradition (because I attend an Episcopal church), I know what Lent is. It's the six weeks that we spend focusing on our relationship with God, preparing (or cleansing) ourselves for Good Friday. Traditionally, parishioners have gone on some kind of fast. Being my first Lent to attempt this self-preparation, I decided to go easy on myself. I didn't want to go all bonzai and, say, give up meat for 6 weeks, so I decided to give up chocolate. "How easy will that be!" I thought. "I can still have sweets, just not the dark brown variety. No problem."
I was wrong. Apparently I eat chocolate a lot more than I thought because I have been craving it all freakin' week. After a rich, tomatoey dinner the other night I thought I was going to die without a small piece of Toblerone. But I prevailed and didn't touch it.
After class on Saturday afternoon, I did my usual stop at Target since I pass it on my way home. I kept finding thing after thing to look at (and ultimately purchase) like my CG Smoother foundation that is normally $6.99 marked down to $1.67; the cutest little eye shadow pots marked down to $0.57; oh, and the cool cat toys that Neville would just love to play with. I couldn't stop. It was like an addiction going round and round that store looking at all the cool, discounted stuff. Before I knew it, it was around 2p.m. and I hadn't eaten lunch yet. I went back to my car shaking and headachey with my low blood sugar. As I drove home, I remembered that I had bought a few protein bars the week prior (yes, from Target) so I reached into the back seat and grabbed one. Munch, munch, munch. Half-way through my ravenous attack on the sweet bar promising to have oodles of protein and other goodness, I realized that it was covered in chocolate. Oops. There went the Lent fast. Still shaking and feeling my headache worsen as I drove, I ate the rest of it with relish. That night, I made chocolate chip cookies because Huz mentioned a craving for them and I ate them too, figuring I had already blown the chocolate fast. I guess I'll have to find something else to give up for the next 5 weeks. Doh! (But, hey, at least I don't think that Lent is a legume anymore!) |
Thursday, March 2, 2006
Miscellany
The Uninspired Muse is my new name. I feel compelled to post something; not because I have anything in particular to say at the moment, but because I don't want to lose any readers. I do this for you, people. (Actually, I do it for your comments. I'm selfish that way.)Let's see...I have a fat cat. A fat cat I have.
Neville was only 7 1/2 lbs when we adopted him in December (in fact that's one of the reasons I chose him - he was about the same size as Cambridge). Look at his skinny little face, would you?
Then? He grew. Between Dec. 11th and Feb. 21st, he gained a whopping 2 1/2 lbs. The vet showed some concern over this rapid weight gain, but isn't too worried yet. Maybe it'll be more of an issue when he gets to 15 lbs? He said Neville has a "Buddha belly" which highly amused me, especially since it's still shaved from when we adopted him (why the shelter had to shave a MALE cat to neuter him is beyond me).
Huz was keen enough to notice the similarity between a cat on a cookie package of ours and Nevsie The Ten Pound Wonder. I think he's on to something. Now, if only I could find some cat Bermuda shorts, we'd be set.
Much to her chagrin, Cambridge did have a say in the adoption of her dear brother. Here's proof - she was reading over the adoption application as I filled it out back in December. She didn't seem to mind at all at the time.
/a>She does love him, even if he's getting on the chubby side. The only time she seems to mind his weight gain is when he
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Silencio
Sorry things have been so quiet around here lately. I've been busy at work and then when I'm home, I'm studying for anatomy exams which I have every stinking Friday (and, I admit it, watching American Idol - go Chris, go Elliott, go Ace (who I'm convinced is gay), go Gideon, go Paris!).My first
So, The Bachelor is over much to my delight. No more water cooler gossip about it at work (I hope!). Of course, everyone here was so excited that Travis Stork picked the Nashville girl. But today they are all lamenting the fact that the local "news" paper (or as my Dad calls it, "bird cage liner") says that they broke up and are seeing different people already. Okay. What was the point of the whole show then? *shrug*
Anyway, I don't have much for you today. Just checking in to say I'm still alive. Hopefully something more interesting will soon ensue. |
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Congrats Friends!
D and JJ,You guys rock! Super congrats on BOTH of you being accepted to freakin' Yale for your Ph.D's!
I'm speechless and Huz is a bit jealous, me thinks, but don't tell him I told you! :)
Love,
VW |
