Newt is anxious to see the new floors!
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Moonman has earned himself the nickname “Joe Bob” for no reason other than it’s a good nickname for him (also, I occasionally call him “Joseph Robert”). He’s integrated into the And3rson herd of cats pretty well (Mister Boogers continues to show his butt, but not nearly as often), and he does NOT like being put back into his room with Moondance at night. We continue to put him up at night because I value my sleep and don’t want to listen to Mister Boogers’ hysteria all night long. Moondance is a scaredy cat and either hangs out in their room all day (despite the fact that the door is open), or hides under the spud’s bed. She’s a sweet thing, but very, very timid. Poor baby.
The Les Mis kitties are doing just fine. They came through the spaying and neutering with flying colors, no problems at all. The three females were pretty sleepy Friday evening and most of Saturday, but Javert was his usual energetic, mouthy self. If it wasn’t for the shaved back end, you’d never know he’d had himself some surgery.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
hither.
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Self-portrait #13: I suffer from Severe BedHeaditis.
Self-portrait
#12 is here, and
#11 is here.
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The spud’s paternal grandfather passed away over the weekend. He had prostate cancer, which went into remission for several years, then came back last year along with multiple myeloma.
The spud’s going to California on Tuesday and staying until Sunday.
She knew it was coming so at least it wasn’t a surprise, but I know she’s going to miss him an awful lot.
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: You don’t actually have to say the words “You’re a dumbass” to get the idea across, and thus when your wife is mad at you later and you so very innocently say “Are you mad about something?” and she says “YOU CALLED ME A DUMBASS!” and you say “I did NOT call you a dumbass!”, you are wrong and she is right and you’d best commence to begging for forgiveness, you fucker.
2003: Little bastard.
2002: I can’t believe I’m FUCKING FALLING DOWN.
2001: Oh, wait. I guess the worst part was actually the rectal exam.
2000: One thing you don’t particularly want to see is Tex running at you, let me tell ya.]]>
what a sexy entry! Cats making out and Miz Robyn’s shoulder. I can call my day complete (hugs to spud for me!)
I think I could give you a run for your money in the Scary Bedhead Department. 🙂
LisaL, you can’t make a declaration like that without having pictures to prove it. I’m waiting… 🙂
Jenn: I’ll see if I can’t get some pictures of the Brudderly Love going on on the couch right now for you. 🙂
Rut-roh! Was that a double-dog-dare? OK, I’ll try to summon up the courage this week to take a picture. Warn small children and pets not to look at the screen!
me likes kitty love!!! So does JoJo — might wake her right up!
My nephew’s name is Joseph Robert and we call him Joe Bob. I will have to let him know he has the same name as a cat! So sorry about the Spud’s grandpa. 🙁
I also could give you the run for your money on the bedhead look. I tend to toss and turn alot – my usually flat hair has the 50’s beehive look by morning!
Sorry about the Spud’s papa! I lost all but one grandparent by the time I was 9 years old. All to cancer – dang disease. I heard that the death rate for cancer has declined significantly. Sorry the Spud’s papa wasn’t in that group.
“wove an impressive tapestry of profanity” LOL! That electrical work, as you’ve described it today, sounds like scary stuff.
My condolenses to Spud. It’s so tough losing those we love…..
THAT is a nice photo. 😉
Your floors will turn out fantastic.
Joe Bob will be sad to leave.
Can I just say, without everyone in the comments jumping down my throat…that you are beautiful, you were beautiful before your surgery and you are beautiful now, but please get your eyebrows done somewhere…?? Please? Once you get them shaped and a bit thinner, you can keep it up at home. It makes SUCH a difference, you’d be amazed.
Kay, I know you guys are all gonna jump on me…but I had to say it.
Hey dere Robyn!
First, my sympathies to your daughter. I lost all my grandparents while very young and never really knew them. Give her a big hug from me (even though she doesn’t know me, she’ll love the hug from her momma, I’m sure..)
And second, I just checked out your #11 self portrait and may I say, I always thought you had beautiful eyes but that pic really showcases them. They are spectacular…such a pretty combination of blue/green.
Third, can you kinda tell us what involves switching the electrical stuff? Are you stripping wires and redoing the boxes? I don’t know much about it but would like to learn. Another reader mentioned you and Fred would be great at a DIY blog. Perhaps if you gave us a few tidbits of info along the way, hey, I’d be happy with that. I love following your home restoration project. You will be so happy when you are settled in, especially knowing you did all the work!
Your cats are beautiful! It looks like you have your hands full!
Slowing Down
and
Franklin Foto
You rock, not everyone would post a bed head shot like that 😉
Sorry to hear about the Spud’s grandpa.
Robyn: Once you get them shaped and a bit thinner, you can keep it up at home. See, I’ve had it done in the past with the intention of keeping it up at home, except that I just… didn’t. Maybe one of these days I’ll get them professionally done again, but it’ll be a little while. 🙂
Kathy: I do intend to do a photo entry of that very subject (actually, I intended to do it this week, but didn’t have a chance to switch out an outlet over the weekend); once the floor guys are done, I’ll get all the pictures required so y’all can see how it’s done! 🙂