Hello Blog

So lots of stuff has happened but I'm not going to go into detail.

The highlights:

I got a kitten!

I sold Angus. :'(

The neighbors stole my kitten :(

I got a Maggie-Pie. She is the awesomeness. She is a seven year old doll faced Persian. White with green eyes, think Fancy Feast.

I quit the gym.

I joined a NEW gym.

I lost seventeen pounds.

I gained thirteen pounds.

ALL WAYS ARE MY WAYS

New tattoo. I got a ne-w-w-w-w-w tattoo!
I am the happiness.
I am not good with compromise. I am a fan of MY WAY. It isn't that I don't like your way, I just like mine better. So for years I have been thinking of a tattoo in honor of the Disney version of the Queen of Hearts. Love her just don't like the look of her. I finally got my idea straight in my head. I told Sam about it. The finished tattoo has a vague resemblance to my original idea.

I giggle when I think about it. Out of all the areas in life the one I am most flexible with, the area I am most likely to be open to compromise, TATTOOS!!

Cujo, the attack cat.

Last night I was sitting in the passenger seat of a friend's car. Just shooting the breeze before I said goodnight and headed for my front door. When out of the dark night something hits the driver side window. I screamed. We looked at each other with matching WTF!??! expressions. Seconds later a LARGE cat jumps on the hood of the running car MEOWS at us and starts pawing the windshield. We laughed with relief, "Just a kitty." BUT WE WERE WRONG! The cat runs up the windshield and unto the roof of the car. We hear his padded paws across the roof and back to the windshield. He eyes us from the roof. He is watching us. It is more than a wee bit creepy. He bats at us with sharp claws clicking on glass. What could he possibly want from us. I decide to risk it and make a run for the house. My friend revs the car and drives off. I see the cat jump off the roof of the car and land lightly on the driveway. He lands running towards me!
EEEEKK! Stupid keys, why oh why don't I have keyless entry to my house? But he stops, Gato, my lovable stray, is watching the attacking stranger thru slitted eyes. I truly believe Gato saved my calves from being bitten and scratched. Gato shall dine on Tuna tonight.
The whole incident has me thinking. Over two years at this house and within the last four months the cat population has risen from zero to ten. Where are they coming from and what do they want?

Do you see what I see . . .

Last November I read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? I really enjoyed the book. I mean it I really did. I was excited enough to put the movie version on my Netflix queue but leary enough not to place it at the top of my Queue. Dh already had it in his so I took it off of mine and time passed. Yesterday Bladerunner and another movie arrived, I'm sick so I get to pick the movie. Guess what I picked??

Good guess! I was stumped. I didn't like the movie. At first I thought "I don't like it because it isn't the same as the book" but then I realized I just didn't like the movie.
But the whole episode got me to thinking. Dangerous, I know. Anyway, I was upset that there was so little focus on the animals and the protag's need for an animal. Blah, I'm not good with the words. I want someone to read the book or that has read the book to give me a call. I want to see what someone else's take is.

I'm suffocating.

I mean it. I'm not exaggerating. Ok, I'm exaggerating. I'm wearing shoes and socks. I know I'm crazy, right?
I hate wearing shoes. I despise wearing socks and shoes. I feel like I can't catch my breath. Ridiculous I know. I rarely wear shoes. Not at home or at work. I own tons of them but I can't ever seem to keep them on my feet. I can look around my office and spy at least two pairs of shoes that are not currently on my feet. I can scrounge around my car and there will be at least three more pairs of shoes lying about. I have been known to leave my shoes at other people's homes. Not particularly odd but how did I get home without realizing I was barefoot. Dh has on several occasions had to remind me that I can't go shopping/out to eat/to the library without shoes fortunately I usually have a few choices in the car :) Although one particular trip to Houston in dh's car we did have to make an unscheduled stop at Payless.

This place is abound with Thieves and Kidnappers!

So yesterday I noticed Max was missing. Max is my favorite office helper. All of my office helpers have names. Anyway, he was missing. I promptly searched all the shadowy valleys created by the mountains of work I have abandoned. I called his name frantically! I buzzed my cousin at her desk "Did you kidnap Max?!"
Her reply "No! Who is Max?" I hated to refer to him by his job but for the sake of his safety I took a deep breath . . ."My stapler." Max is more efficient and attractive than all the other staplers in the office building. I would go so far as to say the BEST stapler in the whole joint. Without Max and BRSNRK I could not do this job. Anyway, my lying thievish cousin was denying Max's abduction. I promptly forgot about Max for the rest of the day.
This morning I once again had to relive the HORROR of a missing Max. BRSNRK was inconsolable. I berated my lying thieving Max-napping cousin under my breath and was ready to stomp off and confront her when I discovered my new appreciation for the phrase "if it was a snake it would have bitten you."
Fortunately Max would never bite ME.

In case you see this . . .

HI!
I think you are smurf.
If you read this and send me a message that contains the magic word (smurf) I will tell you my name and send you cupcakes.