Well, Tangerine has not come back. little kid and I canvassed the neighborhood, interviewing neighbors and putting up missing posters. He also built several cat traps around the community by collecting small twigs and placing them upright in different patterns. He built a master cat trap in my room out of a tv tray, a small flag, a small fishing net, some string and the top of a wooden decorative box. Pretty MacGyverish of him.
(But ineffective and unsightly.)
little kid was angry and then sad about her disappearance. He holds out hope that she's just out on an adventure and he wants to get a new cat. Big Kid was unaffected until he saw one of the signs on the way to school this morning; that made him cry. Mr. Ashley and I miss her and hardly know what to do with ourselves without all of the howling and cursing and faucet wrangling.
Maybe she was just finally sick of our shit and found a new source of running water.
I got a Nook for my birthday and I love love love it. I was one of those "I like books too much!" people but I already love it and I'm already reading a lot more, just for the novelty (pun intended). It turns out that I like words more than books.
Right now I'm reading "The Art of Racing in the Rain." My hairdresser recommended it and I was uninterested at first. It is written from a dog's perspective and I could tell she was all emotional about it; her and I have similar reading tastes but sometimes she likes cheesy feel-good stuff about angels and things. Also, anything relating to dogs always ends up being sad and I hate setting myself up for sadness. She admitted it was sad but said I had to read it anyway. This carried on for two appointments in a row, so when I saw it in the e-book section of the library, I downloaded it. I'm only a few chapters in but I'm already completely in love with this book. It's a challenge to even talk to you all right now because I want to get back to reading. I'm still near the beginning but it is clever and beautifully written; I have already cried happy and sad tears over it. I look forward to the rest of it.
I'm also reading Zeitoun by Dave Eggers (just because I can carry around 2 books at once now) but it's based on a true story from Hurricane Katrina and I know it's going to make me sad and mad, so I'm reluctant to jump right in. I know it will be wonderful because everything by Eggers is, but I hate sad stuff that happened in real life.
Big Kid bought me Animal Crossing: City Life for my birthday. I've been wanting Animal Crossing for the Wii and he was very excited about buying it for me, so that was really sweet. I saved up a bunch of money in the game so that I could pay off the mortgage on my little house after I got everything decorated just so--and then little kid played on my account and sold everything I owned for a ninja sword. But he still didn't have enough money for the ninja sword, so he just bought a bunch of hats and sunglasses instead. Pretty annoying. I could see this happening in real life....us still living together when we're 70 and 42 and him using the mortgage payment for a ninja sword.
Not much else to report here; I'm really only checking in because I feel guilty neglecting you all for my new Nook.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Cat MIA
You know how I have one good cat and one bad cat? Pearl and Tangerine? The love of my life and the bad roommate?
Well, Tangerine, who I was just jokingly trying to get rid of on Facebook hours earlier and who I've fantasized about tossing over the back fence on particularly bad days, has gone missing today.
She's a total pain in the ass and always has been. We were once engaged in a 2 year battle with her over her unacceptable behavior, which resulted in a lot of clothes getting peed on out of spite. We finally called a truce, but in reality, she totally won. She runs the show around here and drives us crazy. She demands that we use the exact same brand of litter she's always used and put it in the exact same box and keep it in quality condition. She will howl for fresh running tap water, sometimes at 3am if she's thirsty--there's no drinking from a bowl, just louder and longer howling until you give in. If she wants in or out, she starts the howling up again--and yeah, you think you could ignore the howling but you're totally wrong, she is relentless. She loves us grudgingly and only occasionally, if she's in the mood for us to touch her.
She's a total bitch kitty but she's our bitch kitty and now I'm upset that she's gone. I've had her for 10 years. She's always been super tiny and used to fit in the pocket of Mr. Ashley's jeans. We've always joked that her and Pearl are twins even though that's quite obviously not true. Her and little kid are good buddies; they share a bond in their obnoxiousness.
She's a part of our crazy, annoying little family and now I've got to print up missing posters and hope I can bring her dumb ass home.
Well, Tangerine, who I was just jokingly trying to get rid of on Facebook hours earlier and who I've fantasized about tossing over the back fence on particularly bad days, has gone missing today.
She's a total pain in the ass and always has been. We were once engaged in a 2 year battle with her over her unacceptable behavior, which resulted in a lot of clothes getting peed on out of spite. We finally called a truce, but in reality, she totally won. She runs the show around here and drives us crazy. She demands that we use the exact same brand of litter she's always used and put it in the exact same box and keep it in quality condition. She will howl for fresh running tap water, sometimes at 3am if she's thirsty--there's no drinking from a bowl, just louder and longer howling until you give in. If she wants in or out, she starts the howling up again--and yeah, you think you could ignore the howling but you're totally wrong, she is relentless. She loves us grudgingly and only occasionally, if she's in the mood for us to touch her.
She's a total bitch kitty but she's our bitch kitty and now I'm upset that she's gone. I've had her for 10 years. She's always been super tiny and used to fit in the pocket of Mr. Ashley's jeans. We've always joked that her and Pearl are twins even though that's quite obviously not true. Her and little kid are good buddies; they share a bond in their obnoxiousness.
She's a part of our crazy, annoying little family and now I've got to print up missing posters and hope I can bring her dumb ass home.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Put it Back
little kid is wearing a metal colander on his head and is screaming that I don't love him and that I need to say sorry to him for not loving him but he'll never forgive me for this.
(I don't love him because I asked him to put my colander and cookie sheet back in the kitchen.)
Monday is my birthday and all I want is 1 one way ticket away. Anywhere. I don't even need a place to stay, a park bench will work just fine as long as no one is standing in front of me screaming or wanting something.
(I don't love him because I asked him to put my colander and cookie sheet back in the kitchen.)
Monday is my birthday and all I want is 1 one way ticket away. Anywhere. I don't even need a place to stay, a park bench will work just fine as long as no one is standing in front of me screaming or wanting something.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Bear and Emma
little kid has been watching a lot of Man vs. Wild lately. It's a show where they drop some guy off in some horrible location without any supplies and he lives like he's going to die at any second, even though we all know there's a camera crew and probably a medi-vac helicopter on hand at all times.
I wasn't sure about the appropriateness at first since I don't watch this sort of thing myself, but he loves nature shows and after watching him mimic making a camp fire and listening to his plans to collect fresh water next time we go on a weekend camping trip, I decided it appeared to be okay.
He wanted to continue watching it through lunch so I set up a lunch tray in front of him. I walked back by a moment later to witness him eating a turkey sandwich while watching Bear Grylls scoop the brains out of a crispy dead rat. Hmmm, I thought as I wondered about lasting damage from this.
"'at's a dead rat, mumum," he told me. He seemed fine. People hunt and stuff. One day he'll probably be one of those people. It still seemed alright for him to watch, plus I wasn't up for the fight of trying to change it to Diego.
The next time I walk by, Bear Grylls is floating around on some homemade raft. He's moaning about how dehydrated he is and how urgent it is that he gets water. He has a leaf and some sort of hose set up and I thought, "I should watch how he gets water, just in case we ever get lost at sea in the boat." (This is something I worry about sometimes. Too much Shark Week.)
"This water is rancid," Bear informs us, "It's full of bird droppings, it has a terrible odor..."
"You should ask your cameraman for some of his water," I thought. "We all know you're not about to die out there on that raft, you freak."
As I mentally tune back in, I realize Bear is pulling down his pants. And he's talking about enemas. And how the colon is able to absorb water and that it's one way around the gag reflex (not around my gag reflex! I'm gagging just thinking about it again!) and I realize that dude is about to give himself an enema with rancid bird turd water. It's all blurred out but still.
I was frozen, waiting for little kid to comment, knowing if I leapt for the remote that I'd call even more attention to how bizarre and wrong this was.
"Mumum? Why's he got his pants down?"
"Who? Him?"
"Yes."
"I think he's peeing. He probably had to pee and didn't want to get his pants wet."
"What's a emmana?"
"An Emma? That's a girl's name."
"What? What girl?"
"Yes, he was talking about a girl who had been ship wrecked and lost at sea. Named Emma."
He looked confused and I was relieved when I realized Bear's pants were back up, that he wasn't going to die of dehydration and that this conversation was over.
I wasn't sure about the appropriateness at first since I don't watch this sort of thing myself, but he loves nature shows and after watching him mimic making a camp fire and listening to his plans to collect fresh water next time we go on a weekend camping trip, I decided it appeared to be okay.
He wanted to continue watching it through lunch so I set up a lunch tray in front of him. I walked back by a moment later to witness him eating a turkey sandwich while watching Bear Grylls scoop the brains out of a crispy dead rat. Hmmm, I thought as I wondered about lasting damage from this.
"'at's a dead rat, mumum," he told me. He seemed fine. People hunt and stuff. One day he'll probably be one of those people. It still seemed alright for him to watch, plus I wasn't up for the fight of trying to change it to Diego.
The next time I walk by, Bear Grylls is floating around on some homemade raft. He's moaning about how dehydrated he is and how urgent it is that he gets water. He has a leaf and some sort of hose set up and I thought, "I should watch how he gets water, just in case we ever get lost at sea in the boat." (This is something I worry about sometimes. Too much Shark Week.)
"This water is rancid," Bear informs us, "It's full of bird droppings, it has a terrible odor..."
"You should ask your cameraman for some of his water," I thought. "We all know you're not about to die out there on that raft, you freak."
As I mentally tune back in, I realize Bear is pulling down his pants. And he's talking about enemas. And how the colon is able to absorb water and that it's one way around the gag reflex (not around my gag reflex! I'm gagging just thinking about it again!) and I realize that dude is about to give himself an enema with rancid bird turd water. It's all blurred out but still.
I was frozen, waiting for little kid to comment, knowing if I leapt for the remote that I'd call even more attention to how bizarre and wrong this was.
"Mumum? Why's he got his pants down?"
"Who? Him?"
"Yes."
"I think he's peeing. He probably had to pee and didn't want to get his pants wet."
"What's a emmana?"
"An Emma? That's a girl's name."
"What? What girl?"
"Yes, he was talking about a girl who had been ship wrecked and lost at sea. Named Emma."
He looked confused and I was relieved when I realized Bear's pants were back up, that he wasn't going to die of dehydration and that this conversation was over.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Master Pastor
little kid had chapel at school today and church days are his favorite. "That guy 'at talks a lot was there. We call him Master."
"You mean Mister?"
"No, he's our Master. We call him Master."
WTF?
"Wait, do you mean Pastor?"
"Maybe."
He's been wanting me to read him "The Living Bible Story Book" which was my Bible as a child (according to the inscription on the inside from my grandparents). I don't remember the child's version of the Old Testament being so violent and scary. Holy doom and gloom, Batman!
He loves it of course, all of the killing and vengeance and smiting.
Big Kid hung around for the chapters about Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel and Noah's Ark before he was completely ticked off at what he believes is God's long history of majorly overreacting.
"God kicked them out of the Garden of Eden forever for eatin' an apple? And made it so we all had to turn to dust when we die and have no food and stuff? It's too much. If God forgives once the Saver comes, how come he's drownin' people and kickin' 'em out of their homes and ruinin' the whole wide world that HE made instead of forgiving in the first place?? I think they should've been allowed back in the garden; maybe just a long time out or somethin'. It's not right."
little kid desperately wants to build an altar so we can sacrifice a lamb and then set it on fire for God.
So, I'd say home Bible study isn't going so well around here.
"You mean Mister?"
"No, he's our Master. We call him Master."
WTF?
"Wait, do you mean Pastor?"
"Maybe."
He's been wanting me to read him "The Living Bible Story Book" which was my Bible as a child (according to the inscription on the inside from my grandparents). I don't remember the child's version of the Old Testament being so violent and scary. Holy doom and gloom, Batman!
He loves it of course, all of the killing and vengeance and smiting.
Big Kid hung around for the chapters about Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel and Noah's Ark before he was completely ticked off at what he believes is God's long history of majorly overreacting.
"God kicked them out of the Garden of Eden forever for eatin' an apple? And made it so we all had to turn to dust when we die and have no food and stuff? It's too much. If God forgives once the Saver comes, how come he's drownin' people and kickin' 'em out of their homes and ruinin' the whole wide world that HE made instead of forgiving in the first place?? I think they should've been allowed back in the garden; maybe just a long time out or somethin'. It's not right."
little kid desperately wants to build an altar so we can sacrifice a lamb and then set it on fire for God.
So, I'd say home Bible study isn't going so well around here.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Oh Noes
My laptop keyboard keyss are randomly not working or pressing twice. Sometimes it's ok but i I'm trying to o nything fun or important, it strts going hywire. I don't know if ssome may have spie wter on the eys n not to me or if the computer itseff is ust rey to expoe but this is very sad and fruutrating for me.
Pease send hep.
Pease send hep.
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