Friday, June 27, 2008
When Oliver is playing and he gets really excited, he starts to hiss.
But then, when he isn't feeling well, he will hiss.
He's the most bizarre cat. The other night he jumped into bed and ran up to Mr. Right while we were sleeping, and hissed directly at him. I knew right away this was one of those very occasional sick episodes and I immediately woke up, grabbed him, ran for the hallway.
Just in time for him to throw up Exorcist style at the top of the stairs.
Then he was fine.
Usually he just gets all wiggy and it doesn't involve throwing up. He has had about 6 episodes in his 3 1/2 year life so far.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I got these White Mountain (Sofia) wedges at zappos.com and as soon as I put them on, it was like walking on clouds and I swear I could hear angels sing.
I got the black ones and they are perfect for jeans, dress pants, skirts, dresses, whatever. Feminine but still comfy.
Seriously, I can walk all day as if I'm wearing tennies.
So today I went to order another pair. Of course, no more 7 B's.
I did get a pair of bronze/cork and dark brown ones though.
I may never wear another wedge again. If they discontinue this style, I may have to personally hunt down the person responsible and shoot them.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
So in the interest of my new black sparkly granite... I got all this.
Larger plate Regular plate, salad plate, and matching bowl
Some funky polka dot bowls to mix and match with
Princess (out of the blue): so do you know anything about Maddness of Me?
Me: [chin dropped, scalp started to sweat] cough, what?
Princess: I was googling myself the other day and found your thing.
Me: oh really? wow you are getting good at the computer.
Princess: I saw the story about the bra, and me at Disney, um when I shaved my legs, and oh yeah, I didn't know I made you cry.
Me: wow, when I was only 9 I couldn't even say the word bra, that is very mature of you.
Princess: [very self satisfied smile, she is spotting the avoidance tactic]
Me: what else did you read?
Princess: I don't know but I want one of those myself.
Me: you are too young, maybe when you are older, there are too many predators out there for you to be public like that.
Princess: no there isn't
Me: well you sure found me and surprised me didn't you? and you know there are creepy people out there.
Princess: yeah, so.
Me: you wouldn't ever invite a stranger to meet you, right?
Princess: no I just want to show my friends.
Me: maybe when you are older, or maybe a closed one. maybe.
Princess: O.k... but I already know where to kick them if someone tries to grab me.
My blog started out with some personal information. Over time I trimmed back, then went back and removed some items. Mr. Right's name for instance. Our location specifics for another. My spidey sense told me to back off on any snarky remarks about Princess.
I find it hard to remember though because I live my life like an open book.
After this confrontation I went back and took her nickname out. I think she has been trying to find it again and can't.
Sure she will figure it out again.
Just some food for thought for all my friends... she also found some of my comments on other blogs too (via GOOGLE). Don't put other bloggers down. You know who you are.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Princess: I am going to have a step-mother's day made. Wonder who I talk to about that?
It hit me hard and she doesn't even know it (she's only 9). People have no idea how much I take comments like these and dissect them 9,000 different ways to find the real meaning - what they were really saying, why they said it, why they said it when they said it, what they really want from me, how it fits into the universe, and how it will affect me 50 years from now. Good gawd I'm a freak.
So many random thoughts. Princess calling me from college, Princess with me on my 70th birthday, Princess helping me plant my flowers when the arthritis in my back gets too bad.... Princess checking me into a nursing home. Oh no, wait... not that. Snap out of it.
Watching her life unfold is something I look forward to . It's because she is a girl. A girly girl.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I'm hearing it could be weeks.
So here are some stats:
-number of smores eaten: 8
-number of fights over ice: 1
-number of hours Mr. Right has spent playing with the down tree: 9,000
-number of cocktails consumed: oddly, 0
-number of mosquito bites: 16 (and they are Chernobyl mosquitos)
-number of magazines read: 2
-number of pizzas delivered: 3 (but it takes 2 hours!)
-number of bad hair days: duh, 4
-number of fish dead in the tank: 1
-number of broken book lights: 1
-number of generators Mr. Right has located: 0
-number of liars at the power equipment store: 1 (you said you would have generators yesterday you jive turkey)
yes I got this idea from Fluffy.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
I don't want to watch "Flawless" this weekend. Whut?
Seems to me you need to get more copies.
I'm looking into who I write the strongly worded letter to... you don't want to go there.
If you can see me... that is me giving you the stink eye.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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When I got to work I had this email from him -
"Consumers said they received over 500 calls this morning. They think it was a release from a factory but not natural gas because they have not detected any leak indications on any of their metering systems. He said he's been checking houses in the area all morning. He came into the house with some kind of yellow meter with a big stem on it and said there was zero detected gas in the home. Except when I farted".
I edited out the part where he told me I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
Not sure what factory they are referring to out there in the lakes/green acres area.