spaazliciousSunday, March 07, 2004
An abso-freakin-lutely gorgeous day here in San Diego, it was 86ºF today, so we took the kids to dog beach. Bélu got herself very sandy and very wet, like this:
Only three times so.
Her entire face, snout, shoulders and chest were coated in sand.
It's all in our bed now.
Tahoe was a mopey boy because he is a creature of habit and likes his excercise in the late afternoon or evening. Usually, at eleven in the morning, he is fast asleep in daddy's arms and that's how he likes it.
Bélu is game for dog beach anytime.
I've been trying to get this house in order. We've lived here since August and we still have pictures in boxes and things in random places...so that means I've been spending way too much time on the internet avoiding housework:
The Cheshire Cat! You're a sly cat who grins on the
outside, but schemes on the inside. Even your
best friends don't realize that you may
actually be their worst enemy!
What kind of cat are you?
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I don't agree with the character assessment of course, but I couldn't help clicking the responses that had to do with barfing on or urinating in shoes, since it brought back such great memories of my sweet Katisha. There's nothing like skidding in fresh hot cat vomit. And while she never urinated in shoes, that is the great habit of Trouble, a cat my husband's family has. Trouble will pull down your towel, or sweatshirt, and urinate on it. Or, as I said, he'll piss in your shoes. He hasn't done it since the very beginning of Nick and my relationship, so I think it was probably a sort of territorial test thing.
Katisha was a gift from a neighbour on my fourth birthday. I loved her more than should be possible for anyone to love a mortal creature. She was eighteen when she died. I have never cried harder in my life for anything than the day I realised that one day she would die.
On a recent episode of "The Simpson's," Snowball was killed and Marge was consoling Lisa at the gravesite, "Aww sweetie, when I was your age I lost my Guinea Pig, Cinnamon and I thought the pain would never--" and she breaks out crying and in classic beseeching G-d pose, cries "ahhh Cinnamon! It should have been me who chewed through that extension cord!" And I started sniveling a little because it brought back memories of pets lost, stupid female brain.
The most fun quiz I've taken in a while, although the music answers didn't host quite the right fit:
You are mRNA. You're brilliant, full of important,
interesting information and you're a great
friend to the people you care about. You may
have sides to you that no one understands. But
while you understand more than most people,
you're only half-there most of the time.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Her entire face, snout, shoulders and chest were coated in sand.
It's all in our bed now.
Tahoe was a mopey boy because he is a creature of habit and likes his excercise in the late afternoon or evening. Usually, at eleven in the morning, he is fast asleep in daddy's arms and that's how he likes it.
I've been trying to get this house in order. We've lived here since August and we still have pictures in boxes and things in random places...so that means I've been spending way too much time on the internet avoiding housework:
The Cheshire Cat! You're a sly cat who grins on the
outside, but schemes on the inside. Even your
best friends don't realize that you may
actually be their worst enemy!
What kind of cat are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
I don't agree with the character assessment of course, but I couldn't help clicking the responses that had to do with barfing on or urinating in shoes, since it brought back such great memories of my sweet Katisha. There's nothing like skidding in fresh hot cat vomit. And while she never urinated in shoes, that is the great habit of Trouble, a cat my husband's family has. Trouble will pull down your towel, or sweatshirt, and urinate on it. Or, as I said, he'll piss in your shoes. He hasn't done it since the very beginning of Nick and my relationship, so I think it was probably a sort of territorial test thing.
Katisha was a gift from a neighbour on my fourth birthday. I loved her more than should be possible for anyone to love a mortal creature. She was eighteen when she died. I have never cried harder in my life for anything than the day I realised that one day she would die.
On a recent episode of "The Simpson's," Snowball was killed and Marge was consoling Lisa at the gravesite, "Aww sweetie, when I was your age I lost my Guinea Pig, Cinnamon and I thought the pain would never--" and she breaks out crying and in classic beseeching G-d pose, cries "ahhh Cinnamon! It should have been me who chewed through that extension cord!" And I started sniveling a little because it brought back memories of pets lost, stupid female brain.
The most fun quiz I've taken in a while, although the music answers didn't host quite the right fit:
You are mRNA. You're brilliant, full of important,
interesting information and you're a great
friend to the people you care about. You may
have sides to you that no one understands. But
while you understand more than most people,
you're only half-there most of the time.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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