Are you my friend? Do you need help?

Daily Extended for July 30, 2008 (Today)
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Virgo
8/23 – 9/22
Overview
One of your friends needs your help -- but they're too shy to ask you for it. So if you notice one of your friends acting oddly or stuck in a blue funk, reach out to them. Let them know that they can rely on you for support. And if they don't immediately take you up on your offer to talk, don't take it personally. Maybe you're just not the right person for the job, maybe they're not ready to talk about it with anyone. What matters most is that you offered to help them.

So if you are reading this and you need help . . .I AM HERE TO HELP YOU. I mean you no harm.
If you are reading this and you do not need help please disregard this post.

Who you gonna call?

I spend alot of time alone. Most times this doesn't really bother me. I get to be as messy, lazy, ungroomed as I want or as OCD, overdressed and overgroomed as I choose to be.

I mean it is perfectly ok for me to prance around my house in my jammies and gold strappy high heels with one perfectly plucked eyebrow and four different shades of red lipstick decorating my mouth. After all nobody home but Maggie-Pie, Murdy, Bruiser and Me. And the four leggers couldn't care less what I decorate myself with but then . . .the doorbell rings!

!BING BONG! buzz Utter silence befalls my home. What was that noise? Perfectly plucked eyebrow arched in surprise. Murdy and Bruiser on point. STRANGER DANGER! OH NOES!!
I frantically think what is more important to regular people, clothes or make-up? THINK WOMAN THINK!!!
!BING BONG! BING BONG! forget it, no time to think just grab a throw and throw it around yourself, kick off the heels and assume an "I just rolled out of bed" expression.
ANSWER the door. I should have drills for this.
What do I say? "Hello" "what the hell do you want" "I have a gun and large dogs"
I open the door.

I spy with my astigmatic eye, is it the neighbor boy? Could be, once he starts spouting gibberish about striped basketballs, I realize it has to be. Insert useless conversation here.

So I find some suitable outside clothes and venture with the boys as guards to the backyard to find the SUPERIMPORTANTENOUGHTOBOTHERABOUTSTRIPEDBASKETBALL and return it the the slow neighbor boy.
Neighbor boy proceeds to antagonize the boys not heeding my curt warning, "They BITE." Instead he tries to pet them, ughhhhhh and as I turn to walk away he asks "Is that house haunted?" (he asks me this every time he talks to me).
My reply "Not to my knowledge."
"cuz, I been seeing this white woman looking at me."
Me: "I have a lot of white friends."
"the ghost woman is fat (insert sweeping arm gesture) with like wavy brown hair (insert hand movements to reflect wavy long hair) I seen her looking at me."
Me: "Sorry."
and I walk off into the house to call dh and tell him that I should call an exterminator, for the fat white ghost that may or may not be a peeping tomasina.

I think more frightening than a ghost (which would be the AWESOME) is that the neighbor boy with no job and three kids must stand around looking into MY windows.

All alone

There are times that I wish I had friends. A for instance-> I want to go see a show in Austin and as I call around to find someone to share my excitement (looks and looks and looks) I find no one .
~sigh~

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.