It’s where it’s at.
When I tell you that I will help you move, I mean just that.
I will help you move.
What I am not volunteering to do is help you pack your shit.
After we were done moving things, we moved animals.
Cats + Car = Me getting crapped on
You know.. my sisters have never helped me move.
My precious, precious Edgar cat has what appears to be a cavity in one of his teeth. I am hoping that the vet will prove me wrong and think me silly. I do not want my poor Edgar to go through the trauma of having a tooth removed.
It could just be some cat litter stuck on the side of his tooth.
Cat litter that will not come off is a possibility, right?
My poor kitty.
*Wails*
I’m off to Cancun for just a few days on Saturday, will have a small army coming - individually - to check on King Raz. He’s very old, 17 (I guess he’ll be 18 in February, holy shmaholey!) and totally set in his ways. Where he used to go outside for long hours at a time, I didn’t even know where he was, now he just goes from one of his beds to the other. Stopping on the way to eat or drink of course, and maybe to visit me for a pet.
He still looks good though, his eyes are shiny and his coat is soft. But most of his teeth are gone, one of those total fang canines snapped off the other week so now when he yawns there’s only one sharp tooth on top. He still doesn’t have a litter box (well, he has one but its just for emergencies, he hasn’t used it in so long he’s probably forgotten it’s there), uses outside for his bathroom with no problems.
Last time I went away, in September for three days for a conference, he didn’t eat the whole time. This time its five days, so I’ll be pushing food into his face this whole week just in case it happens again. I guess I’m a bit worried that he’ll just pine away without me, give up the ghost as they say. I’d hate for him to go and die, in his sleep or whatever, while I was gone.
I’m told that’s stupid and wouldn’t happen. But he’s fading you see, the other day he jumped up on the couch and didn’t make it, fell over. We’ll see I guess.
typical
its awake!!
On a final note, in compliance with Genie’s Facebook note about more posts about cats, and following my test listen of Steph’s FM station yesterday: of course one of the first few songs I heard was Symbolistic White Walls. The unexpected turn down memory lane prompted me to check out Matt’s blog for the first time in ages, where I saw this photo .. . . the cuteness factor doesn’t quite seem possible! Nusto kitty??
I attempted to crochet a hat earlier. It did not end well. I think the pattern was to blame. If you have an easy pattern for a hat, please let me know.
I have discovered Skype. I love it.
My grandmother got married yesterday, and my cousin attended the wedding via Skype. I carried around my aunt’s MacBook and pointed her at different people and goings on. I totally almost caught the bouquet with the laptop.
So, this morning I dug out this ancient web cam Matt tried to pawn off on me earlier this year. Now I am ready to get my Skype on.. but I have no one to get it on with. My username is defragmeout if you are interested.
This afternoon I took a red Crayola marker and drew angry eyebrows on my Labrador mix.
Does that make me a bad person?
Now when he does something bad, I don’t get as angry.. cos he looks hilarious.
What? It’s non-toxic.
This is one of the many reasons I should never have children.
As of 20 minutes ago, Vancouver got its first commercial AAA format radio station. Now, as many of you know, transmittal radio has been lacking for oh, i don’t know, the last decade (unless you’re Keta, in which case it has sucked since the 80s!) I have been listening to 100.5 The Peak for 20 minutes and I absolutely LOVE what I hear. Gone are the days of waking up in the morning to CFOX, a station that admittedly is responsible for the launch of a few great Can rock careers, you all know who I’m talking about, but has just fucking sucked absolute ass since the invention of Nickelback and makes waking up at 7am an ever more unpleasant experience. Sadly, aside from CJSF and CITR (both indie rock formats which is okay in small doses as it pertains to my taste), the two college radio stations in Vancouver, there has not been an alternative since the days of XFM nearly a decade ago. It has only worsened since then, with the rise of cock rock and duplicates of the aforementioned band. I swear if it wasn’t for the red neck population of the Fraser Valley, that station wouldn’t have an audience anymore.
My friends, our day has come! Well, mine has anyways. Anyways I just had to share my joy. If more of these stations start popping up across the country, indie pop/rock or up and comers in the alternative genre in general will have a shot at commercial radio up here, and life will be that much more tolerable.
I have to gloat, I have to dance, for hope has been restored within me. Today I found out that one of my very good friends got engaged over the weekend. What has given me hope is that this kind of thing is still possible, because I was beginning to really believe that successful and committed relationships have gone the way of the dodo bird. This friend of mine went out with her now ex-boyfriend for 5 fucking years, and in that entire time, he did not propose. By the time their relationship ended, he was a 30 year old man who had JUST moved out of his parents’ house, and it wasn’t that he didn’t have the means, in fact he had a very steady and good paying job that would have enabled him to move out long before, he just didn’t want to leave the comforts of “home”. I am finding that nowadays this is an all too common problem amongst guys, especially in this city. Guys try to milk the whole “my mom does my laundry while I go to work and make $40 an hour and come home to my XBox and my weed and occasionally text message my chick” for as long as they can, and it is this mentality that recently cemented the notion that a girl like me is doomed to spend the rest of her life alone with the occasional failed relationship here and there, as has been the case thus far. My friend’s relationship with this dude ended because he was feeling pressured to make a committment, he - a 30 year old man with a steady job and a beautiful girlfriend (she is gorgeous!) - felt pressured to grow the fuck up already and quit stringing her along. So he broke up with her, instantly regretted it and then proceeded to try to get back into her life for the better part of a year until she broke the news to him that she met somebody else. This guy, who she has been seeing for not terribly long and seems like an extremely nice guy and an all around winner who has his shit together, propsed to her. It is the best news I have heard in a long time, after seeing so many broken relationships amongst my friends simply because the loser guys they were dating wouldn’t grow the fuck up and take the relationship seriously. It gives me hope. It isn’t as though settling down and getting married is a huge priority for me at this point in my life, being only 23 and having a job that is more demanding than a two year old taking a temper tantrum in a toy store because they aren’t getting that new Barbie doll, but I have been put through the ringer more times than I care to count and that alone has soured me on the concept of love and being able to be happy with somebody. Perhaps there is a light at the end of this tunnel.
Woddles Penguin Waffle Maker - Hommit.
Please buy me this. I will pay you back.
I’m sitting down to drink some tea, overdid it in the yard today. Put in my leaks, but crunched my baby finger slightly trying to get the root of a dead tree stump out of my way.
Must avoid the p, and most punctuation.
Pics of Raz coming!! Later I shall go out and buy some beer.
that is all for now.