Sorry, everyone. I am too busy to write a post tonight.
Archives for September 2012
Shopping analogy stretch
Happy Birthday to my Mom! She turns 75 years young today, and I hope my card(s) arrive in the mail in time. Love you, Mom!
Speaking of 75…. 75% off is a pretty sweet deal if you can find it, and I did today. We aren’t messing around with the worthless dinosaur squirt guns anymore for disciplining naughty counter jumpers. No, sir – I bought a battery-powered Nerf Electrostorm that shoots from 25 feet away with pinpoint accuracy for nearly 75% off! Woo-hoo!
Mom, every time I nail a kitten with this bad boy, I will do it in your honor.
Just what you wanted, huh?
Spring Cleaning
I’m not sure if we are very late or very early for spring cleaning, but more things got cleaned in our house today than normally get cleaned in a week. Maybe more than a week, unless Lauren is cleaning things without me knowing about it.
Really, that’s not likely, because I am utterly fascinated by cleaning. I could sit and watch someone clean for hours. But today Lauren somehow tricked me into also cleaning.
Furniture even got moved around. We moved the trunk to vacuum the rug, and I said, “Our goal is to get the rest of it that middle color.” Lauren insisted that it was faded from the sun, as she has actually been vacuuming lately.
After vacuuming, she insisted that it must have been a haze of shredded tissue particles from the kittens. Sure, Lauren.
Luckily, we got finished cleaning in time for nap time.
No, YOU’RE out of order
I have three large projects looming in the future, a couple of smaller ones, and then the stupid ones that I’d really like to do instead. One of the large projects is that Lloyd and I are supposed to get a presentation ready for church about our master plan building project. I have been flustered and scatter-brained lately, and he has been playing a stupid game. Needless to say, the project is not done.
Or started.
I told him Friday morning that I was scheduling a meeting to work on this. Also, since I have the gavel (my fist – which pounds beautifully on a table), I am President, Chairman and Princess of Everything, the cats are vice-chairs, and Lloyd is In Charge Of Getting Me A Soda. Oh, and Doing Whatever I Say.
Our first meeting was fairly successful. We were interrupted by my scatterbrained random thoughts, but more so by the yeowling of a certain cat who is in heat. (We didn’t make that vet appointment soon enough.)
Tomorrow’s meeting is going to be noisy. Dang it – I have a lot to do!
It goes on and on…
I’ve posted about xkcd before, but this comic that he posted on Wednesday is really amazing. It’s wide, deep, high and chock full of jokes. Like Brad’s pictures, you have to hold your mouse over the image for another punch line. In this case, hold your mouse over the image and do what it says to do.
I’m surprised at how peaceful just looking around it.
Oh, Tinker, where’d you go?
Here’s proof that I wasn’t lying when I talked about my junior-high self. Look at those glasses. That giant mouth full of metal. Oh wait – you can’t see it because I never opened my mouth. That’s right, I remember it now.
Anyway, here is Tinker, the only male cat we ever had. He was a good cat for the most part, except for the fact that he kept peeing/spraying behind the rocker in the living room. I remember my mom getting so, so mad about it, and I couldn’t fathom how she could be so irate over my widdle sweetums Tinker.
I get it, Mom. Right there with you, several decades later. My kittens haven’t had any accidents yet, but I believe they would become outside kitties in a heartbeat should that start happening.
Tinker ‘ran away’ sometime later. I have my suspicions, but my parents are sticking to the story to this day.
That’s solidarity, man.