She Who Has, In Fact, Been Named (I'm Pretty Sure) is...mischievous. I gather that's not unusual in Felines of the Smaller Persuasion.
For instance? I'm pretty sure none of us will ever take eating or sleeping for granted again.
Also? You have Not. Lived. till you've seen eight inches of kitten run up Bob's chest and lick his mustache because she's tried everything else she can think of to get a bite of pizza.
So, as you'll have seen over at his place, my idea of a kitten for Bob's birthday was extremely well received.
She and Bob are still working out the name issue, but I don't think it'll be long now. I've offered my share of suggestions, of course (my official nomination goes to Moxy Mocha Calliope Sockfoot) but, named or not, she's made herself completely at home.
When I went downstairs to return the cake just now, Bob was dozing on the couch. Kitty was sitting proprietarily on his hip; she watched me come and go with utter confidence in her own authority - not bad for someone who's barely lived here for 24 hours.
This month is just full of 'em, isn't it?
Seems today is Béla Fleck's birthday. I was introduced to Béla's music by another July baby, but it won't be his birthday for several more hours yet.
I have this song at the top of my playlist, so even though I keep the player on shuffle, it always starts with this one:
Also, check out Béla's latest project - a very cool documentary (with, I might add, a equally cool website).
Julia went to the corner store to get herself something with her own money, and wow.
The thing she picked out is A) A toy gun, B) Startlingly phallic within, I suppose, the bounds of plausible deniability, and C) Almost 100% high fructose corn syrup (okay, I didn't read the ingredients, but I'm pretty confident).
And furthermore, the gun part is plastic, with a (let's say unintentionally) phallic nubbin of candy stuck in the barrel, and when you pull the trigger, the edible part lights up. So, you put the gun in your mouth, pull the trigger to illuminate the nubbin...it's just all kinds of win.
Anyway, I reminded her that she's not supposed to play with gun things, and she said she hadn't realized - thought it was an iguana, apparently (?). So she ate the candy and we reverse engineered the thing, and now she has some gun parts to throw away, and two little pellet batteries with a nifty little red LED she can build into something rather less disturbing.
Robin thought she had a bat in her room last night.
I assured her that, A) She really probably didn't, because if she had where did it go? and B) If she ever does, she must call me and let me evacuate it, no matter what time it is.
And five minutes later we discovered the dastardly (and Very Scary) bat impersonator, who I proceeded to evacuate even though it wasn't, in fact, a bat.
...But if Mickey Dolenz is going to give a concert on my birthday, and I'm going to find out about it four days later (on my sister's birthday), and he actually sings Happy Birthday (to his drummer) right there on stage, well then it's going to have to go on the blog.
Happy birthday, Lisa :)
It was the kind of day where I decided if I didn't find a dead fly when I went to reheat the leftover coffee*, that'd be good enough.
And I didn't, so that's cool.
And in fact, other things have worked out such that the fly thing is now but a vaguely pleasant memory, which is even better.
* That actually happens considerably more often than I feel it should, given that we rarely have flies anywhere but in the leftover coffee.
I have reason to compile a bit of a portfolio of my quilting work, which I have done here. Have a look and feel free to make with any sort of comments or suggestions.
Yes, Julie, this means you might one day get your quilt ;)
We all went out to dinner, courtesy of Mom & Dad, and then home for cake and presents and a movie. I wanted The Gods Must Be Crazy but Shirley at the local video store says they don't have it because whenever people rent that one, they don't bring it back. So we settled for Groundhog Day instead.
The restaurant is a fun family place with playgrounds and oldey-timey newspapers shellacked to the tables and a couple rooms full of antique stuff all lined up on shelves.
Oh, and the big (and in fact New and Improved and very big) beefcake poster in the ladies' room, with a little trapdoor in a strategic spot, with a "go ahead and open it" message on the little trapdoor, and which, upon opening, sounds a Very Loud Alarm so everyone else in the restaurant can look over to see who's coming out of the ladies room.
We decided to resist temptation this time.
ANYway. Here's the view before and after sunset. You can see the airport just to the left of the orange chimney in the daytime photo, and a jet getting ready to land there in the lower one. Well, you might not be able to see it at this size. But it's there in the larger version.
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