2003-09-05

recapping The Newlyweds! And also, Nance has gone un-passworded, so I don’t have to strain my brain every time I go to her site! Lastly, Pamie has herself a blog. I find that to actually see the whole blog I have to reduce the IE window size and then maximize it. I have no idea why it works, only that it does. It’s a good day, indeed.

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Fred came upstairs this morning after I thought he’d left for work and made me get up and get my nightgown on and come downstairs with him. (He also made fun of me for walking funny because I can’t completely straighten my legs due to Wednesday’s lower body workout kicking my calves’ ass) He opened the back door and invited me to step outside. And that’s when I felt it. Finally. The very first Fall coolness in the air. Time to get out the sweaters!
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Every once in a while, when he’s trying to cough up a hairball, Tubby will make this high-pitched sound, and it sounds EXACTLY like he’s saying “Mama.” It’s fucking creepy as hell and every time it happens it takes me by surprise and the hair on the back of my neck stands up, and it’s all I can do not to run screaming down the street, even once I know what’s making the sound. I can’t even describe to you how creepy it is. It’s so creepy that just thinking about it creeps me out. Last night, Fred and I were laying in bed talking (just talking, Nance!)(heh), and during a moment of silence a long, squeaky sound began and went on and on and on. It sounded like it was coming from the far corner of the room – which is where I’d last seen Tubby – and every muscle in my body locked. I held my breath while it went on (and on!), and when it ended Fred said nothing. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” I shrieked, sure that Fred was as freaked out as I was. He started laughing. “I was making a whistling sound through my teeth!” Freak.
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There’s a cricket somewhere in the computer room, and every now and then he sings a little song for me. If I could locate him, I’d shoo him into a big cup and take him outside, but his little song kind of echoes around the room, so I’m at a loss. I’m sure we’ll find either his dead body in a few days, or cricket legs spread across the floor culminating in a pile of kitty vomit. Something to look forward to.
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1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most? I’m not terribly fond of any of it, really, although I’d say cleaning the bathroom ranks pretty high on the list. I’ve only done it once since I got home from Maine – I’m waiting for Fred to start whining about how nasty it’s looking before I actually get off my ass and clean it, though. The thing that pisses me off about cleaning the house is that as soon as it’s done, it needs to be done again. I need to win me the lottery so I can hire full-time cleaners. A full-time chef, too, while I’m at it. That said, I do keep the kitchen fairly decent, and pretty much keep on top of the laundry. 2. Are there any that you like or don’t mind doing? Actually, no. I hate it all. I vacuum more often than anything else, because getting the cluster of dust bunnies off the floor always makes the house look cleaner than it is. 3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it’s needed? Every now and then I think “Monday I’ll clean the upstairs. Wednesday I’ll clean the downstairs. Thursday I’ll do laundry. What a plan!”, and then Monday I clean the upstairs, and Wednesday I say “Fuck it.” When the voice in my head with it’s “GodDAMN it looks nasty in here, are we EVER going to clean?!?!” gets unbearable, I clean. Luckily I’m pretty good at ignoring that voice. 4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules? I don’t think so – maybe my insistence on shining around the sink when I clean the kitchen is a little quirky. 5. What was the last thing you cleaned? Myself! I took a shower this morning! Heh. Uh, last thing I cleaned in the house… Dishes. I did dishes earlier, and wiped down the kitchen counters. So there!
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This is Miz Poo’s “Mother, may I have some love?” look. Every night while we eat dinner, Spanky flops down in the sun and washes himself… ..stops to see what’s going on (nothing)… And washes himself some more.
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Previously 2002: FUCKING telemarketers. 2001: I turned to Fred and said “He looks all dilemmanated, doesn’t he?” 2000: Trip to Tennessee.]]>

19 thoughts on “2003-09-05”

  1. Hey! It’s fall here too! Today was the FIRST pretty day we’ve had. I am so excited, I am going to open all the windows and clean house! Or something less drastic.

  3. i always come in here to see what your cats are up to. heheheeh…. they are so cute especially how you make them “talk” hehehehe i am a big fan of miss poo coz she looks almost the same as my toby.:) keep those pictures comming have a great weekend

  4. For the record, I automatically say to myself that Fred and Robyn are NOT having sex when I read that they’re laying on the bed (something Robyn and I have discussed before – you see there are some of us in the journaling world who are definitely ken and barbie’s – we don’t want anybody thinking we have sex, EVER)
    I just didn’t want anybody thinking that I’m some kind of sick sexual deviant who Robyn had to spell the whole not having sex thing out to in her entry today. Hee!
    Am I making sense? Oh forget it, just know that it was an inside joke and I’m not Harry the Perv.

  5. Here’s the thing about bathrooms at my house. I have two young sons, seven and five, and a husband. I am the only girl. I do not pee on the floor. Or the toilet. Or the wall behind the toilet. Or the trash can that happens to sit near the toilet. I pee IN the toilet. I do not understand what their problem is, but I do recognize that it is not MY problem. When I pointed this out to my husband and said he was responsible for cleaning the bathrooms, he hired a maid. Damn penii.
    I do have to say that those new Clorox wipes are the best invention since, well, I don’t know.

  8. It’s a good thing you’ve never been specific enough for us to figure out where you live. I’m ’bout ready to come over there and kidnap me a Poo. And I’m not even a cat person!

  10. Heh – yeah, I should have mentioned that it was an inside joke. In the past I would mention that Fred and I were laying on the bed talking and add a disclaimer of “That’s not a euphemism for sex”, and now that I no longer do it, Nance mentally adds the disclaimer each time I mention laying in bed talking. Heh.
    Of course Nance knows that I don’t have sex, and neither does she. It’s impossible. We’re built like Barbie dolls!

  11. And when I say we’re built like Barbie dolls, I mean we have no genitalia and therefore cannot have sex. Not that we’re BUILT like Barbie dolls.
    Yep. I’m going to shut up now.

  12. It is nicely cool and fall-ish here in NC, too. Yay! But, also, “waahh” because that means cold iciness and bare trees and no COLOR are soon behind the prettiness that is autumn.
    Does anyone else think it’s weird that fall is considered such a gorgeous time of year, when what it really is is a time of death and dying (of the foliage & stuff, I mean)? Yes, I am weird and random and think about stuff like that.

  13. Supposed to get to 50 tomorrow night here in Arkansas! I am excited!! I hate hot weather but then again I hate the dead of winter and all its grayness so fall and spring are my time of year!
    Things are dying in the fall, true but they do it in such beautiful colors!! LOL

  14. Upstate NY- 75, warm, sunny, perfect fall day to get roped into coaching about 50 rugrats (1st and 2nd grade) for soccer. My fat ass ran all over that field today- I am gonna hurt like a bastard tomorrow!
    WHY CAN’T I SAY NO????? Thats why I have 2 kids!

  15. If I got a notify for this entry does that mean I’m ok? I also got all of the notes you sent from Maine (which were much appreciated).
    If I have to redo it I will . . *sigh*
    Mike

  16. No, you should be fine, Mike. If you don’t get a notify for Monday’s entry, though, you might want to re-sign up. 🙂

  18. I just love your journal & have your years..your cats are the cutest.They are so much like your little kid..so sweet & playful!
    I have to tease you..you said Fred made you put on your night gown & come downstairs so does our very own Robyn sleep in her birthday suit?! Just kidding!!
    Hugs,Trace

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