We have a lot to celebrate here. The ever fun juxtaposition of Friday the 13th with Valentine's Day, the kitten definitely has stolen my heart. My brother and my nephew's birthdays. USA's advancement into the finals of the Rugby Sevens tourney and just life in general.
I was tagged a while ago, at first I thought we were playing "freeze tag" so I just sat here immobile (my usual state), then I realized it was probably "cartoon tag" since I was tagged by Connie Martin at Drawing to an End. 1. Link to the person or persons who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
It's going to take some TIME to teach the kitten how to knit those little booties for Penelope's new baby. I would do it myself but I sliced my thumb open on my Hello Kitty scissors, who knew those suckers were so sharp!
No, no, no! Flawed! The word is flawed!
I have had a difficult time getting out of this slump but today is a new day and I hope to be back in the swing of things by next week, the kitten must be heard!
T'was the holiday season
I'm already stressing out about Thanksgiving and dealing with the family and all their strong opinions.
Kitten hopes that if she just pretends they're not there the pups will go away.
It is not wise to get a bag of chips stuck on your head. While we were out today buying pet gates our new pup broke into the kitchen and ate an entire Julian pie! ummm pie. sigh.
Well I voted. Strangely it's pouring rain here and I've heard told, it never rains in southern california, just ask my lawn. I guess the gods are crying tears of joy that change is happening, I know I am. With luck Prop 2 will pass to protect our animals.
I'm late again this week, in addition to work I've been trying to "repair" my relationship with my kitten. She has "repaired" herself to self-imposed exile in my office, which got ransacked this weekend by the new dog, searching for cat treats––he found them. I've even cooked for her, a nice little dish by Chef Eric Ripert. I think she is pining for the good old days, pre-dog drool.
I'm late this week with "late" and very, very late with last week's "strings". I can't complain (oh, but watch me) since it's because I'm busy with work which is a blessing in these troubled economic times. My idea for last week, which I never got posted, was guitar strings. I had just seen the Blasters at a benefit and was pining for my old groupie surf guitar days. So I dusted off my old axe and proceeded to pluck out a creaky rendition of Misirlou.
While I don't know if they were filled with "sugary" goodness, our new puppy certainly thought they were tasty, when he raided my seashell collection and ate the starfish, some sand dollars and a number of other shells. ummm, starfish.
My poor, little kitten is all packed up and ready to move. We have visitors who are staying in her room (aka our guest room), so she had to relocate to the office until they leave. Will she get any peace!
Feeling guilty over not spending enough time with my kitten we decided to form our own little clique and hang out together in the office sans dogs. The puppies are none too happy and are sitting right outside the door pouting.
My poor kitten, despite her claims to the contrary, is so attention starved since we have been fostering this new black lab. I, on the other hand, haven't gotten any peace, both the dogs think it's funny to tag-team wrestle me (me, not so much). Now that we have decided to adopt this maniac, who knows when our next kitten-private-island-moment will happen. Maybe when my husband returns from Oahu.
Okay, I always try to go with the first thing that pops into my head when I read the word of the week unless it's a truly awful idea, then I try to think of something else.
