So a recent article and link got me thinking.
Does Steve Jobs donate anything to charity? Apparently I'm not the only one to ask this question.
I'm a professed Apple lover. I love my Apple products and I try to talk others into trying Apple all the time. This consumer driven love for a product has bred in me a sense of awe for Steve Jobs. I view him as saintly and a good guy, despite all the things I've read to the contrary. His surviving cancer was a wonder, he's cool and someone to look up to, right?
While I still loathe my windows ridden school computer with the passion of a thousand suns, I am beginning to see Gates in a whole new light. I've know for a while that he is quite the philanthropist, but since he has teamed up with Buffet to push this to a new level, I've attained a new level of respect for both him and his wife. Even so, it wasn't until today that I actually thought about comparing him to Jobs.
Now Jobs may be donating to charity anonymously, and if he is, more power to him, but he also doesn't seem to actively support anything either. If he is such an saint, he should be using his power for good, shouldn't he?
I hate it when things like this happen. My world seems just a little grayer. I don't always need absolutes, but sometimes it's nice to know that there are people out there wearing the white hats.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Glaargh!
Sorry, this is a pictureless one.
I just got home from the team trip to California, which is a whole other story, that I may or may not tell.
As I struggled into the back door with all my shit, I was looking forward to cats in desperate need of some attention. I'm incredibly selfish that way. However, instead of the loving reception that I expected, I walked in the back door to find the pig hiding from me behind the island.
I thought it was a bit odd not to see the bad one or the little princess, but it wasn't until I turned the corner and saw a closed door that I got worried.
The world's worst cat and the little one had managed to lock themselves in the studio for who knows how long. I think it was early today, or late yesterday, due to the fact that both the spare bowls of food were devoured, and the lack of feces or urine in the room. However due to boredom, desperation, or both, they had managed to tear the room apart. There was a plant knocked over, and thus dirt all over the floor. There were beads, everywhere, I still haven't figured out where they got those from. The garbage had been upended and spread about the room. Shelves had been ransacked and large portions of their contents were everywhere. and the the blinds were all tangled up in the computer cords.
When I opened the door and they both came out, they were completely unrepentant and instead ignored me and dove for the food. I quickly fed all the cats, but before I was done prepping their dinner, they were making a bee-line for the cat box. I headed down with them and the little one even came back and went again while I was cleaning the box out.
After the immediate needs of the most desperate kitties, I noticed that the pig was acting strange. He kept darting out of rooms when I would enter them. At first I thought he was upset, either that, or planning an ambush, but then I realized he needed to play. He hadn't had his friends, and he was bored, poor thing. All three cats began to charge about the house like maniacs, so I had to bring out the ultimate toy and wear them out a bit. The bad cat was particularly feisty and he right away caught phillip, the ultimate toy. Then something strange (yes I know I'm recounting a strange night, but to any cat owners out there, they know that nothing so far has been all that strange) happened, he started to growl.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but the wee little cat has growled from the day I met her. It usually stems from food; she'll growl at other cats, people, or ghosts that get too near her bowl, and she growls at me when she steals tid bits off my plate. She even growled at the vet when he was trying to give her shots, he found this interesting to say the least. I've always found it cute and funny, but I've never heard my other cats growling, until tonight. I've got to say the bad cat is scary when he growls. He first growled at the little one when she walked up, and then he growled at me when I tugged on the toy. Also we got into a tug-o-war match over the toy, with him growling the entire time.
I guess the little princess taught the world's worst cat a new trick while they were locked up together. Who says incarceration can't change you?
I just got home from the team trip to California, which is a whole other story, that I may or may not tell.
As I struggled into the back door with all my shit, I was looking forward to cats in desperate need of some attention. I'm incredibly selfish that way. However, instead of the loving reception that I expected, I walked in the back door to find the pig hiding from me behind the island.
I thought it was a bit odd not to see the bad one or the little princess, but it wasn't until I turned the corner and saw a closed door that I got worried.
The world's worst cat and the little one had managed to lock themselves in the studio for who knows how long. I think it was early today, or late yesterday, due to the fact that both the spare bowls of food were devoured, and the lack of feces or urine in the room. However due to boredom, desperation, or both, they had managed to tear the room apart. There was a plant knocked over, and thus dirt all over the floor. There were beads, everywhere, I still haven't figured out where they got those from. The garbage had been upended and spread about the room. Shelves had been ransacked and large portions of their contents were everywhere. and the the blinds were all tangled up in the computer cords.
When I opened the door and they both came out, they were completely unrepentant and instead ignored me and dove for the food. I quickly fed all the cats, but before I was done prepping their dinner, they were making a bee-line for the cat box. I headed down with them and the little one even came back and went again while I was cleaning the box out.
After the immediate needs of the most desperate kitties, I noticed that the pig was acting strange. He kept darting out of rooms when I would enter them. At first I thought he was upset, either that, or planning an ambush, but then I realized he needed to play. He hadn't had his friends, and he was bored, poor thing. All three cats began to charge about the house like maniacs, so I had to bring out the ultimate toy and wear them out a bit. The bad cat was particularly feisty and he right away caught phillip, the ultimate toy. Then something strange (yes I know I'm recounting a strange night, but to any cat owners out there, they know that nothing so far has been all that strange) happened, he started to growl.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but the wee little cat has growled from the day I met her. It usually stems from food; she'll growl at other cats, people, or ghosts that get too near her bowl, and she growls at me when she steals tid bits off my plate. She even growled at the vet when he was trying to give her shots, he found this interesting to say the least. I've always found it cute and funny, but I've never heard my other cats growling, until tonight. I've got to say the bad cat is scary when he growls. He first growled at the little one when she walked up, and then he growled at me when I tugged on the toy. Also we got into a tug-o-war match over the toy, with him growling the entire time.
I guess the little princess taught the world's worst cat a new trick while they were locked up together. Who says incarceration can't change you?
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I'm a Calico!
An adorable one, but just in case you weren't sure, here's my belly, see, it's all calico!
I'm Fat!
All the fat makes my tummy that much softer, however, no one is actually allowed to touch me, so look at it and weep, suckers!
Monday, November 01, 2010
Halloween!
I had actual trick-or-treaters this year! It was very exciting, even if they did all come on the day before Halloween, and there wasn't a single brave soul that ventured out the actual day of the event. I don't know if this is just a Mormon issue, seeing as most other highly religious cultures don't have much of an appreciation for the Heathenistic celebration of Halloween, and don't allow their children to go about asking for free candy from strangers, or if it was common all across our particularly religious nation.
My pseudo rock start Halloween costume.
The only decent image of my jack-o-lanterns that I have. (It's horrible quality must speak volumes about the excellence of my other photos.)
The little princess escaping from the candy bowl.
She's smarter than the average kitten. I think she knew that the candy bowl was for stuff I was giving away and she wanted nothing to do with that, thank you very much!
My pseudo rock start Halloween costume.
The only decent image of my jack-o-lanterns that I have. (It's horrible quality must speak volumes about the excellence of my other photos.)
The little princess escaping from the candy bowl.
She's smarter than the average kitten. I think she knew that the candy bowl was for stuff I was giving away and she wanted nothing to do with that, thank you very much!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
So Very Much to Say
So, things that I've been meaning to blog about:
1. New kittens.
2. New trees.
3. My car.
4. Cross country.
1. New Kittens
As I discussed in a previous post the female parental unit got a new little kitten. And as promised, here are some pics of the tiny mr. wolf:
He's kinda like one of those wild egyptian cats.
Now he doesn't always look like this, obviously. He's trying to be big to keep the world's worst cat at bay, and at the time it worked. The reason I didn't lead with a cuter image, is because of the following:
You see that little black speck of a kitten in the back ground? Well that's my new kitten. And largely due to the fact that she's the cutest thing in the world, and nothing to do with the fact that she's my little thing I have a gazillion and a half images of her, but don't worry, I'll only subject you to a few of them.
And finally, this one to give you and idea of her wee little, itty bitty size.
She is the most adorable little thing in the world. I got her, not because I need another cat, or even that my cats need another cat to hang out with, but because a student at school had kittens that she needed to give away, and she knows how I feel about cats. She wore me down with cute pics and finally got me to say yes.
2. New Trees
Prior to the cute bits of fluff coming into my life, my newest acquisition has been two new trees. Already they help fill in the yard, and I'm so excited to see them grow. I put an imperial locust in the back yard, and a japanese double blossom cherry tree in the front. I'm so excited about the cherry. I've always loved these trees and I can't wait to see it in all it's glory.
Planting the cherry was a bit of an issue. The ones I grew up with were small, but it turns out that this tree and get to be 40 feet. I had no idea, and it took me a while to settle on a place, but it all worked out, as long as it doesn't destroy the sidewalk in the future.
3. My Car
Oh, woe is me. I hurt my adorable little car. It all started with a rabbit, stupid rabbit. I was driving home after inviting myself to the parental unit's anniversary dinner and I noticed a rabbit on my front walk. I realized it was one of my neighbors rabbits, and I realized that I needed to get that rabbit back in their front yard, especially as it was a wee black one and it was make motions as though it wanted to cross the street. As my brain waded through this information, my foot failed to compress the brake fully and I was snapped out of my rabbit induced thought process by a horribly crunching noise. I managed to scrunch my door. It's nothing that serious, but it looks bad, which I would show, if I could find my camera. Oh, my poor, poor car. I am so sorry, and I promise I'll get rid of the wall soon, until then, I need an auto pilot for my driveway. The whole thing is apparently beyond my ability to handle. I can't back out straight without getting freaked and I'm incapable of safely navigating the drop into the gutter without catching my bumper. Grrr, argh!
4. Cross Country.
I was originally going to blog about this because I was proud of my team, but it's turned into such a horrible shitfest recently, that I'm going to ignore it and ride it out through footlocker.
On another, better note, here is a picture of the cute kitten to make me feel better.
Hey! What ya' know, it worked.
1. New kittens.
2. New trees.
3. My car.
4. Cross country.
1. New Kittens
As I discussed in a previous post the female parental unit got a new little kitten. And as promised, here are some pics of the tiny mr. wolf:
He's kinda like one of those wild egyptian cats.
Now he doesn't always look like this, obviously. He's trying to be big to keep the world's worst cat at bay, and at the time it worked. The reason I didn't lead with a cuter image, is because of the following:
You see that little black speck of a kitten in the back ground? Well that's my new kitten. And largely due to the fact that she's the cutest thing in the world, and nothing to do with the fact that she's my little thing I have a gazillion and a half images of her, but don't worry, I'll only subject you to a few of them.
And finally, this one to give you and idea of her wee little, itty bitty size.
She is the most adorable little thing in the world. I got her, not because I need another cat, or even that my cats need another cat to hang out with, but because a student at school had kittens that she needed to give away, and she knows how I feel about cats. She wore me down with cute pics and finally got me to say yes.
2. New Trees
Prior to the cute bits of fluff coming into my life, my newest acquisition has been two new trees. Already they help fill in the yard, and I'm so excited to see them grow. I put an imperial locust in the back yard, and a japanese double blossom cherry tree in the front. I'm so excited about the cherry. I've always loved these trees and I can't wait to see it in all it's glory.
Planting the cherry was a bit of an issue. The ones I grew up with were small, but it turns out that this tree and get to be 40 feet. I had no idea, and it took me a while to settle on a place, but it all worked out, as long as it doesn't destroy the sidewalk in the future.
3. My Car
Oh, woe is me. I hurt my adorable little car. It all started with a rabbit, stupid rabbit. I was driving home after inviting myself to the parental unit's anniversary dinner and I noticed a rabbit on my front walk. I realized it was one of my neighbors rabbits, and I realized that I needed to get that rabbit back in their front yard, especially as it was a wee black one and it was make motions as though it wanted to cross the street. As my brain waded through this information, my foot failed to compress the brake fully and I was snapped out of my rabbit induced thought process by a horribly crunching noise. I managed to scrunch my door. It's nothing that serious, but it looks bad, which I would show, if I could find my camera. Oh, my poor, poor car. I am so sorry, and I promise I'll get rid of the wall soon, until then, I need an auto pilot for my driveway. The whole thing is apparently beyond my ability to handle. I can't back out straight without getting freaked and I'm incapable of safely navigating the drop into the gutter without catching my bumper. Grrr, argh!
4. Cross Country.
I was originally going to blog about this because I was proud of my team, but it's turned into such a horrible shitfest recently, that I'm going to ignore it and ride it out through footlocker.
On another, better note, here is a picture of the cute kitten to make me feel better.
Hey! What ya' know, it worked.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 04, 2010
Sick cats.
So I've had an unfinished post sitting about for a while now. I'll still try and get it up, but part of what has kept me from posting have been my sick cats. Poor things. The pig turns into a giant baby when he's sick, and he just got the worst of it yesterday. I spent the day petting him and forcing water down him. This morning he fought back, which is good, it means he's feeling better. My bad cat, has been an angel, that's how I know he's not well. He sits around putting up with anything and behaving himself. This wonderful behavior combined with his lowered intake of food is about the only notice I have that he isn't feeling well. The little bit of stuff that got them both sick is fine and happily terrorizing both of them. Since I haven't yet mentioned this bit of stuff I'll try and get that last post up and out so everyone can share in her cuteness.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
New Cats and an Old Man
The female parental unit got a brand spankin' new little kitten today. I don't have any pics as of yet, but I will, soon. The little wolf is adorable, as all kittens are, and he ran about her kitchen like a wee little maniac. The white faced dog appears fine with the little intruder, the ancient black-and-white face dog is ambivalent and will probably remain so unless he directly invades her personal sphere, and the the black faced dog hates him as expected.
My cats will get the chance to meet their "uncle" this weekend when he comes over for a visit while the parental units are out of town.
As to the "Old Man" part of the title, I refer to a not exactly "old" older man: Giles. I've been re-watching Buffy, and I've made a startling discovery: I relate more to Giles than I do to the rest of the characters. I fear this may be due to my adulthood, how depressing is that?
I remember when I used to think, "when I'm older I never think that way." This usually pertained to music or movies. Now that I'm "older" I am constantly startled by the realization that I'm thinking "that way." The truly scary part about all this is not that I'm thinking like a 30-year-old adult-like person, but that I don't care that I'm thinking like a 30-year old adult-like person.
On a less self indulgent note...
My sister's cat has amazingly recovered!
Either her vet is an idiot, or she is just that amazing at resuscitating pathetically ill baby cats. I'm going with the latter, it's more flattering to all parties, and I know that she loves mr. cat.
I'm glad he is okay, no cat deserves to find their "forever home" and then die, and no little sister deserves to go through the loss of a baby cat, no matter how annoying they are...
Sisters, that is. Not baby cats...
I don't think she reads this blog...
But just in case...
I love you stinkhead!
My cats will get the chance to meet their "uncle" this weekend when he comes over for a visit while the parental units are out of town.
As to the "Old Man" part of the title, I refer to a not exactly "old" older man: Giles. I've been re-watching Buffy, and I've made a startling discovery: I relate more to Giles than I do to the rest of the characters. I fear this may be due to my adulthood, how depressing is that?
I remember when I used to think, "when I'm older I never think that way." This usually pertained to music or movies. Now that I'm "older" I am constantly startled by the realization that I'm thinking "that way." The truly scary part about all this is not that I'm thinking like a 30-year-old adult-like person, but that I don't care that I'm thinking like a 30-year old adult-like person.
On a less self indulgent note...
My sister's cat has amazingly recovered!
Either her vet is an idiot, or she is just that amazing at resuscitating pathetically ill baby cats. I'm going with the latter, it's more flattering to all parties, and I know that she loves mr. cat.
I'm glad he is okay, no cat deserves to find their "forever home" and then die, and no little sister deserves to go through the loss of a baby cat, no matter how annoying they are...
Sisters, that is. Not baby cats...
I don't think she reads this blog...
But just in case...
I love you stinkhead!
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Teeny Little Super Guy
Does anyone else remember this?
Teeny Little Super Guy
EW was talking about MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON and they mentioned something that reminded me of the Teeny Little Super Guy. Classic Sesame Street, is there anything better?
(Well Mar"shell" does give it a run for it's money.)
Teeny Little Super Guy
EW was talking about MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON and they mentioned something that reminded me of the Teeny Little Super Guy. Classic Sesame Street, is there anything better?
(Well Mar"shell" does give it a run for it's money.)
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Mars Hoax!
I just wanted to say that I love the "Mars Hoax." It's the only viral internet sensation designed to drive nerds nuts. Okay, maybe not the only one, but really why does it continue to exist? Are people really this stupid? Or is it some ex trying to drive a former fling insane on a yearly basis?
The truly great part are the yearly reminders I get from NASA that this is not real!
The truly great part are the yearly reminders I get from NASA that this is not real!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
It's the Most Something Time of the Year
Well school has started and I'm already feeling the mornings. Here's hoping it's just an adjustment period for the first week or so. Here's really hoping. If I have to drag myself out of bed each morning I know I'll be taking advantage of my late prep a little too often.
So far the year seems good. Last year the ville let a lot of teachers go due to low enrollment numbers. I survived the cut, but I get to face the giant influx of students we currently have. I hate being one of those teachers that banks on people not showing up, but I am, I don't want to squeeze another table into my finally de-cramped room.
I've decided to go with the Buffy approach to high school. Something like "seize everyday because tomorrow you might be dead" or jobless due to budget cuts. Also it's kinda fun thinking of our tall new principal in the roll of Principal Flutey, or even better Principal Quark. I really do hope he doesn't get eaten.
I'll get some pics up eventually of the house. I've done some exciting things like buy a television to veg in front of, and a couch on which to do the vegging. I've even managed to get some gardening done and I need to post before my pride is overwhelmed by the rest of the garden.
If I'm MIA for a bit it has to do with cross-country and the new hell I'm facing this year. While I love the team and the sport, I now have to deal with this new coach breathing down my neck. He is eagerly waiting, wanting and willing to take my job. While I'm tempted to say "sure thing, just let me help," I really like my teaching position and this is just about the only thing keeping me necessary at the school. I'd hate to have to do cheer next year.
Well good luck to all who are starting school this week! And for any of you lucky suckers that are retired, please stop laughing openly at us, at least wait until we are at school.
So far the year seems good. Last year the ville let a lot of teachers go due to low enrollment numbers. I survived the cut, but I get to face the giant influx of students we currently have. I hate being one of those teachers that banks on people not showing up, but I am, I don't want to squeeze another table into my finally de-cramped room.
I've decided to go with the Buffy approach to high school. Something like "seize everyday because tomorrow you might be dead" or jobless due to budget cuts. Also it's kinda fun thinking of our tall new principal in the roll of Principal Flutey, or even better Principal Quark. I really do hope he doesn't get eaten.
I'll get some pics up eventually of the house. I've done some exciting things like buy a television to veg in front of, and a couch on which to do the vegging. I've even managed to get some gardening done and I need to post before my pride is overwhelmed by the rest of the garden.
If I'm MIA for a bit it has to do with cross-country and the new hell I'm facing this year. While I love the team and the sport, I now have to deal with this new coach breathing down my neck. He is eagerly waiting, wanting and willing to take my job. While I'm tempted to say "sure thing, just let me help," I really like my teaching position and this is just about the only thing keeping me necessary at the school. I'd hate to have to do cheer next year.
Well good luck to all who are starting school this week! And for any of you lucky suckers that are retired, please stop laughing openly at us, at least wait until we are at school.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Mr. Cat
My poor sister's cat is sick, and it's not your average sort of get better in day or two sick, he's dying. Mr. cat is only a young little thing, and her vet says that whatever it is that he has, is probably from the shelter, but this doesn't help when you have to watch as someone you love starts to fade.
He is a sweet cat, and I hope that he makes it through this. My poor sister is worried, and all sorts of bad things keep happening around her. Her coworker was mugged and another was hit by a car. I don't know how she can handle all this. I wish her the best, but I feel rather helpless as she is in NY and I'm stuck here. I can only say I'm sorry and that I love her, but this doesn't feel like enough with everything she's going through.
Here's to mr. cat. May he live to eat, play, and lounge another day!
He is a sweet cat, and I hope that he makes it through this. My poor sister is worried, and all sorts of bad things keep happening around her. Her coworker was mugged and another was hit by a car. I don't know how she can handle all this. I wish her the best, but I feel rather helpless as she is in NY and I'm stuck here. I can only say I'm sorry and that I love her, but this doesn't feel like enough with everything she's going through.
Here's to mr. cat. May he live to eat, play, and lounge another day!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Hell yeah I love my mower!
I love my awesome little mower. It's electric, perfect for my yard, has no stupid cord, doesn't stink, is oh so much quieter, and it's a bright red orange.
Here's to my mower!
Owning a house. Oh, and the dog and I on the 24th.
As a brand spankin' new house owner I've got to say... well I'm not sure what to say. Something witty and pithy would be nice, but I'm too bloody tired. And no, I'm not tired from the leaky bathroom and the subsequently replaced cold water pipe in the bathroom.
I am tired because the black-and-white faced dog doesn't like fireworks.
Last night was the grand ol' mormon holiday, and every other house in the neighborhood had illicit fireworks. In order to make the festivities last as long as possible, the various firework lighters would wait to make sure everything was still and quiet before lighting a new one. For the b&w faced dog it was a highly refined form of Chinese water torture.
The poor thing wouldn't go pee, and she may or may not have leaked a little bit. I'm giving her the benefit of "may or may not have" because she was laying in the bathroom to hide from the sound, and we did have a major leak there yesterday. It could have been residual water. I don't really think it is, but come on, can you really be upset with this..?
As for the house I thought I'd finally post some pics so people could see what it looks like. This is only so I can postpone inviting anyone over, and thus procrastinate the unpacking even further.
From the front.
From the back.
My garden.
My craptastic greenhouse, which eventually will become a studio.
My newly put in new garage door. Notice how it looks crooked. It's not the door, or even the photo, it's the garage.
And here's my bedroom, completely flipped around from the order and direction I had it originally set up. Fixing that was fun. (Please note the sarcasm, it is incredibly hard to portray in cyberspace.) I was so worn out from rearranging that I couldn't even make my bed today.
And finally here are the results of my trying to pose the cats for your viewing pleasure.
The bad cat, take 1.
Take 2.
Take 3.
Look at that! I got some eye! And with that accomplishment, I shall move on to the pig.
There are a few more of these. Apparently he's worried that the camera is trying to steal his soul, because he waited until I pushed the button before he'd try and leap out of the frame.
I am tired because the black-and-white faced dog doesn't like fireworks.
Last night was the grand ol' mormon holiday, and every other house in the neighborhood had illicit fireworks. In order to make the festivities last as long as possible, the various firework lighters would wait to make sure everything was still and quiet before lighting a new one. For the b&w faced dog it was a highly refined form of Chinese water torture.
The poor thing wouldn't go pee, and she may or may not have leaked a little bit. I'm giving her the benefit of "may or may not have" because she was laying in the bathroom to hide from the sound, and we did have a major leak there yesterday. It could have been residual water. I don't really think it is, but come on, can you really be upset with this..?
As for the house I thought I'd finally post some pics so people could see what it looks like. This is only so I can postpone inviting anyone over, and thus procrastinate the unpacking even further.
From the front.
From the back.
My garden.
My craptastic greenhouse, which eventually will become a studio.
My newly put in new garage door. Notice how it looks crooked. It's not the door, or even the photo, it's the garage.
And here's my bedroom, completely flipped around from the order and direction I had it originally set up. Fixing that was fun. (Please note the sarcasm, it is incredibly hard to portray in cyberspace.) I was so worn out from rearranging that I couldn't even make my bed today.
And finally here are the results of my trying to pose the cats for your viewing pleasure.
The bad cat, take 1.
Take 2.
Take 3.
Look at that! I got some eye! And with that accomplishment, I shall move on to the pig.
There are a few more of these. Apparently he's worried that the camera is trying to steal his soul, because he waited until I pushed the button before he'd try and leap out of the frame.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Unpacking
I have now spent two nights here, the cats are settling in, kinda. They came out of the cat cave for the night last night, but have since hidden themselves away yet again.
The cat cave, aka, my laundry room.
The black-and-white faced dog seems to be handling the new sleeping arrangements just fine. I even got a decent nights sleep, and would have woken up fully refreshed if I hadn't had quite so much wine last night at my parents house.
Now comes the daunting task of unpacking, which as you can see I have studiously ignored up until now.
And the pièce de résistance.
I haven't even gone in this room, it is far too scary.
I poked about in the kitchen a bit more this morning, and there is going to be a parade for the children in the neighborhood, this being the grand mormon holiday and all, so I have a bit more of an excuse to procrastinate, but I will be getting something unpacked fully today.
It's a goal.
One that I may or may not accomplish.
It's something that I'm aiming for.
Maybe I'll go hide with the cats in the cat cave.
The cat cave, aka, my laundry room.
The black-and-white faced dog seems to be handling the new sleeping arrangements just fine. I even got a decent nights sleep, and would have woken up fully refreshed if I hadn't had quite so much wine last night at my parents house.
Now comes the daunting task of unpacking, which as you can see I have studiously ignored up until now.
And the pièce de résistance.
I haven't even gone in this room, it is far too scary.
I poked about in the kitchen a bit more this morning, and there is going to be a parade for the children in the neighborhood, this being the grand mormon holiday and all, so I have a bit more of an excuse to procrastinate, but I will be getting something unpacked fully today.
It's a goal.
One that I may or may not accomplish.
It's something that I'm aiming for.
Maybe I'll go hide with the cats in the cat cave.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Well I'm in!
Yesterday I got all my stuff moved over to the house. And man, do I have a lot of stuff. I hired movers to get all the big scary sort of furniturey items. They were great! Very efficient and quick it only took them 2 hours, and considering it's taken me two weeks to get the stuff that goes inside of, on, and around those items, I was duly impressed. Of course I was all angsty about the tip I gave them, but that is what it is now.
I slept (more of fitful tossing and turning than true sleep) here amongst the mess last night, and woke myself up fully this morning by thinking of all the spiders and other weird things I brought in from my grandmothers garage, which is where most of my furniture was being stored.
I originally thought that the cats would keep me up all night, and to be honest they didn't help, but overall they were pretty good. They are both wearing their belled collars and are dingling about the basement. There is an excellent under the stairs spot in which they have both ensconced themselves. They made brief forays from this place of safety last night. One of which was on the part of the bad cat, who woke me up by standing on the bed next to me and staring at me. Oddly, the pig appears to be handling the move better than the bad cat.
The black-and-white faced dog spent the night with me as well. She is doing okay, but I forgot her breakfast and I had to create one from leftover rice and trout skin. Needless to say, she loved it.
I slept (more of fitful tossing and turning than true sleep) here amongst the mess last night, and woke myself up fully this morning by thinking of all the spiders and other weird things I brought in from my grandmothers garage, which is where most of my furniture was being stored.
I originally thought that the cats would keep me up all night, and to be honest they didn't help, but overall they were pretty good. They are both wearing their belled collars and are dingling about the basement. There is an excellent under the stairs spot in which they have both ensconced themselves. They made brief forays from this place of safety last night. One of which was on the part of the bad cat, who woke me up by standing on the bed next to me and staring at me. Oddly, the pig appears to be handling the move better than the bad cat.
The black-and-white faced dog spent the night with me as well. She is doing okay, but I forgot her breakfast and I had to create one from leftover rice and trout skin. Needless to say, she loved it.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Oodles of posting to make up for!
I know I haven't been keeping up to date with this, but I wanted to get the photos before I said anything, and, well, being me, I procrastinated. I'm very good at procrastinating. Very, very good... So good that I wrote all this a year ago and have only been posting it now.
Okay that last bit wasn't true, but it easily could be, I really am a good procrastinator.
Well, I've been working at the house. With the help of the female parental unit, and her little friend we tackled the painting of the new house.
The previous owners had issues with colors. Those issues being they apparently wore gray tinted glasses in the house which prevented them from seeing how bright colors really are.
(On a side note, as I write this, the bad cat is trying his best to get my attention by leaping onto ledges in the parental unit's house where there are particularly breakable items that the female parental unit will miss if they are broken.)
Back to the house of spectacularly horrible color choices.
The worst of the color choices came in the form of an orange bedroom. This was no ordinary orange bedroom, but a nasty dark burnt sort of orange bedroom, in which they had decided that they loved this color so much that they would waste no space and paint the ceiling as well as the walls the same horrible nasty dark burnt sort of orange.
Not only was it horrible and nasty, it was also evil and really didn't want to let go of it's room.
Well, after much fighting, we conquered the evil orange.
While these photos don't do the color justice, I assure you it is much better than the orange, and is now something that I could sleep in without having nightmares that involve being smeared with burnt pumpkin in an increasingly shrinking room.
Other atrocities to the world of colors include the red and black accent walls in the basement, which when combined with white stairs and a lower ceiling, gave the effect that the basement was eating you.
We simplified and went white. It is a huge relief.
The crazy color family had also decided on a blue kitchen. A very blue kitchen. Which when combined with the yellow living room made for some eye slapping contrasts. (Unfortunately I failed to get an image of these two fighting for dominance.)
We resuscitated this by cutting out half the blue. Much better, if I don't say so myself, which I just did, so you make the call.
There were other little changes, but these three have made the house feel more like something I could live in. I couldn't have done this without the female parental unit or her little friend. After all I'm a procrastinator. If it were up to me, I'd still be sorting through my sweaters before I pack them up.
Okay that last bit wasn't true, but it easily could be, I really am a good procrastinator.
Well, I've been working at the house. With the help of the female parental unit, and her little friend we tackled the painting of the new house.
The previous owners had issues with colors. Those issues being they apparently wore gray tinted glasses in the house which prevented them from seeing how bright colors really are.
(On a side note, as I write this, the bad cat is trying his best to get my attention by leaping onto ledges in the parental unit's house where there are particularly breakable items that the female parental unit will miss if they are broken.)
Back to the house of spectacularly horrible color choices.
The worst of the color choices came in the form of an orange bedroom. This was no ordinary orange bedroom, but a nasty dark burnt sort of orange bedroom, in which they had decided that they loved this color so much that they would waste no space and paint the ceiling as well as the walls the same horrible nasty dark burnt sort of orange.
Not only was it horrible and nasty, it was also evil and really didn't want to let go of it's room.
Well, after much fighting, we conquered the evil orange.
While these photos don't do the color justice, I assure you it is much better than the orange, and is now something that I could sleep in without having nightmares that involve being smeared with burnt pumpkin in an increasingly shrinking room.
Other atrocities to the world of colors include the red and black accent walls in the basement, which when combined with white stairs and a lower ceiling, gave the effect that the basement was eating you.
We simplified and went white. It is a huge relief.
The crazy color family had also decided on a blue kitchen. A very blue kitchen. Which when combined with the yellow living room made for some eye slapping contrasts. (Unfortunately I failed to get an image of these two fighting for dominance.)
We resuscitated this by cutting out half the blue. Much better, if I don't say so myself, which I just did, so you make the call.
There were other little changes, but these three have made the house feel more like something I could live in. I couldn't have done this without the female parental unit or her little friend. After all I'm a procrastinator. If it were up to me, I'd still be sorting through my sweaters before I pack them up.
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
It's Officially Official
These are the keys to my house!
Now the bad cat has a whole new house to destroy!
Now the bad cat has a whole new house to destroy!
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
How I Spent the 4th Not Looking at Fireworks
This is how we actually spent the fourth. Hiding under our chairs from the hail. There's something about our hiking on Boulder Mountain that means it will rain. The next day the sky was blue and beautiful.
This is actually from the 3rd, when we were hiding out from yet another party down there. I keep thinking of the episode of As Time Goes By when they are in the country and the get caught up in the scene. The County Set.
This is actually from the 3rd, when we were hiding out from yet another party down there. I keep thinking of the episode of As Time Goes By when they are in the country and the get caught up in the scene. The County Set.
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