Saving baby bats. I was all set to be cynical, but the shot at the end made me go "awwww."
Do you feel fat today? Or wrinkled? Or bad at laundry? Or, are you a guy?
And duck. Nice.
All disapproval, all the time.
Not my family reunion. Wish it were.
Stuff that Sweetie likes.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Friday, June 26, 2009
0 grams trans fat per serving
Lady Euphoria Deathwatch posted about dreaming in cartoons, and wondered if it were weird.
No weirder than my movie dreams starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and just recently, Stephen Colbert. (Who is way hot and sexy, in my opinion and at my age.)
But the dream I had Monday night was merely disturbing and sad. In my dream, my (long-dead) mother and I were housemates somewhere and she told me that she was pregnant. IMD, I realized that this was impossible only because it had been 42 years since her last pregnancy. But IMD, that part was glossed over and the real news was that the baby was a girl and I was going to have a sister and I was so happy, so elated and so joyous.
After more weird and unrelated images, I woke up and was so very sad to realize that it was only a dream. In fact, I was depressed and sick feeling for most of the day.
Then on Thursday, at the liquor store - this is real and not a dream - I got hit on by a younger, good looking man. WTF?
Twenty, even ten years ago, I wouldn't have been surprised because I was once cute, way back then. However, the way I look and feel now? What sort of sane, young person would look at me twice? Of course, he may have been insane, drunk, fucked up and/or horny.
It was kind of nice, though.
No weirder than my movie dreams starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and just recently, Stephen Colbert. (Who is way hot and sexy, in my opinion and at my age.)
But the dream I had Monday night was merely disturbing and sad. In my dream, my (long-dead) mother and I were housemates somewhere and she told me that she was pregnant. IMD, I realized that this was impossible only because it had been 42 years since her last pregnancy. But IMD, that part was glossed over and the real news was that the baby was a girl and I was going to have a sister and I was so happy, so elated and so joyous.
After more weird and unrelated images, I woke up and was so very sad to realize that it was only a dream. In fact, I was depressed and sick feeling for most of the day.
Then on Thursday, at the liquor store - this is real and not a dream - I got hit on by a younger, good looking man. WTF?
Twenty, even ten years ago, I wouldn't have been surprised because I was once cute, way back then. However, the way I look and feel now? What sort of sane, young person would look at me twice? Of course, he may have been insane, drunk, fucked up and/or horny.
It was kind of nice, though.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
21 and Over
Today's news flash. Got a foot whacked off my hair and feel so much better. The length had gotten unmanageable. Combing out and washing was becoming a chore and easy care was the whole idea of having it long.
Funny thing is, I put it up on top of my head afterwards, in my usual manner, and it looks the same. Go fig.
The foot of hair will go to Locks of Love.
And, boy, am I getting fat.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Dinner Meeting Reminder
Yeah, so.
Sweetie loses his job and the universe collapses around us. Not really, but the coincidence is annoying and costly. The water line is still leaking and the central air went out over the weekend. The repairman fixed it today and we are thankful that they allowed us a ten year warranty at installation and it is good through November 2012.
I have been sick from the sudden heat wave of 90 degree temperatures and high humidity. It has been hard for me to do much of anything.
The water line is to be replaced, which means the expense of a backhoe to excavate and the inherent mess. We have bought the necessary pipe and fittings, and even acquired an enormous amount of wood chips to line the trench for free.
All of AnnaBelle's babies died and not for lack of our best efforts. She shall not be bred again under any circumstances.
There is good news on other fronts, however. The Woolery ordered 4 pounds of Bunny & The Beast and I am working on that. Now I can do it in air conditioning. Angora sticks to sweaty hands like white on rice. Also, did I mention how sick I was with the heat?
On the plus side, my asthma has been controlled by new medz. Albuterol in pill form and Advair, courtesy of Good Neighbor Nancy. The prescription for it is way costly, but Sweetie's sister can get it for me for $30 a month. Yeah.
Also, Princess is still being a good dog and she had even perked up Buster, who is still among the barely living.
The chickens are still a hoot and a half. There is the one dominant rooster who, when I enter his domain, postures and struts. He will pick up any handy stick or stone, repeatedly while looking at me, trying to act the tough guy. Like, "I'm bad. Don't mess with me." Cracks me up.
Sweetie has been doing all sorts of chores and tasks around the house. He put down the floor tiles (that we bought last year,) in the bathroom over the weekend. Gawd, it looks great!
His unemployment benefits denial is now in appeal. It will take another month for any judgement.
The Friendship Spinners' retreat was this past weekend and I had a very good time. Having my own little cell and three meals a day were quite excellent, as was the company of my friends, some of whom I hadn't seen enough of recently.
I took fiber and needles and two spinning wheels to sell and made enough money to keep me and Sweetie in groceries and utilities for the next 6-8 weeks. That was a major stress relief, let me tol' ya.
Gotta go, as we are going to the local Lion's dinner meeting. Sigh. It's a networking-occasion-for-Sweetie ordeal that I will grudgingly suffer for his sake.
Sweetie loses his job and the universe collapses around us. Not really, but the coincidence is annoying and costly. The water line is still leaking and the central air went out over the weekend. The repairman fixed it today and we are thankful that they allowed us a ten year warranty at installation and it is good through November 2012.
I have been sick from the sudden heat wave of 90 degree temperatures and high humidity. It has been hard for me to do much of anything.
The water line is to be replaced, which means the expense of a backhoe to excavate and the inherent mess. We have bought the necessary pipe and fittings, and even acquired an enormous amount of wood chips to line the trench for free.
All of AnnaBelle's babies died and not for lack of our best efforts. She shall not be bred again under any circumstances.
There is good news on other fronts, however. The Woolery ordered 4 pounds of Bunny & The Beast and I am working on that. Now I can do it in air conditioning. Angora sticks to sweaty hands like white on rice. Also, did I mention how sick I was with the heat?
On the plus side, my asthma has been controlled by new medz. Albuterol in pill form and Advair, courtesy of Good Neighbor Nancy. The prescription for it is way costly, but Sweetie's sister can get it for me for $30 a month. Yeah.
Also, Princess is still being a good dog and she had even perked up Buster, who is still among the barely living.
The chickens are still a hoot and a half. There is the one dominant rooster who, when I enter his domain, postures and struts. He will pick up any handy stick or stone, repeatedly while looking at me, trying to act the tough guy. Like, "I'm bad. Don't mess with me." Cracks me up.
Sweetie has been doing all sorts of chores and tasks around the house. He put down the floor tiles (that we bought last year,) in the bathroom over the weekend. Gawd, it looks great!
His unemployment benefits denial is now in appeal. It will take another month for any judgement.
The Friendship Spinners' retreat was this past weekend and I had a very good time. Having my own little cell and three meals a day were quite excellent, as was the company of my friends, some of whom I hadn't seen enough of recently.
I took fiber and needles and two spinning wheels to sell and made enough money to keep me and Sweetie in groceries and utilities for the next 6-8 weeks. That was a major stress relief, let me tol' ya.
Gotta go, as we are going to the local Lion's dinner meeting. Sigh. It's a networking-occasion-for-Sweetie ordeal that I will grudgingly suffer for his sake.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Cut and Paste
Just home from the Friendship Spinners' retreat at the St. Meinrad Archabbey and checked my email. I can't write coherently right now, but I had to share this little gem. May I present, Bunnies in Space.
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