Yesterday morning I realized at some point that I had no internet. Since our internet provider is also the provider of our home phone service, I picked up the phone. No signal. I picked up my cell phone to call Fred, which is when I found that I’d received a text message the night before from a local number I didn’t recognize.
The message: I love u dearly.
Immediately I decided that it had come from an older gentleman – mid-50s at least, I named him Jasper in my mind – because kids these days don’t use the word “dearly.” They don’t love dearly. They love WTF-ly, OMG-ly, and ROFL-ly, but dearly? No. I imagined a white-haired old man painstakingly picking out the letters, taking 15 minutes to type out his message, sending it and then… nothing. No reply from his dear love. Was he texting his wife, his daughter, a new love?
I immediately typed out That’s very sweet, but you have the wrong number.
No reply. And then, half an hour later, another text from Jasper, asking only Who is this?
I didn’t answer – I was busy with something – and when I hadn’t answered after ten minutes, I got another identical text.
Robyn And3rson, I texted. And decided that, in a novel, this would be the excellent beginning to either a romance or a murder mystery. I hoped Jasper wasn’t too terribly embarrassed that he’d professed his dear love to complete stranger. Maybe he was worried that he’d texted his doctor’s office or an acquaintance. Maybe a poker buddy – MAN they’d be mocking him at the next game, those bastards.
Five minutes later, another text: i guess i do have da wrong nunber. im shawn.
There went my sweet older man theory. Sweet older men do NOT do “da” instead of “the”. At least Jasper doesn’t.
I was taking pictures of the kittens yesterday when I realized I could see myself in the mirror on the closet door. So I snapped a picture to see how my hair REALLY looks. I mean, I can see it in the mirror, but many times I’ve thought I looked okay in the mirror and found out later via picture that I was incorrect.
Eh. Looks okay, I suppose.
I was actually scheduled for a cut and color on the day I ended up having surgery, so I had to cancel the appointment. Which means I’m almost 4 weeks overdue for a cut and color. I bought a couple of boxes of semi-permanent hair color with the idea of using it a few times, letting my hair grow out a little, and then deciding what I wanted to do. Maybe waiting ’til the Fall to go back for a cut and color, you know?
Eh. Looks okay from this angle, I guess. This picture, by the way, looks the most like me to me than almost any picture I’ve ever taken.
And then of course, I had to take a picture with Zoe, who I always call “My Peanut” because she’s so tiny. And from this angle… the hair is messy, but DAMN. What’s up with the lines on that forehead? Did I say I was anti-Botox? Because I’m thinking I might need me some. Also, I am very shiny. Oh well – my Peanut doesn’t care. She just wants me to get that damn camera the hell away from her.
My viewing of the Sex and the City movie makes me ask this: Who the hell uses white bed sheets, and why the hell would you use white sheets instead of colored or patterned? White sheets seem like a pain in the ass (especially considering my cats and their grimy little feet) to wash, they seem like they’d get kind of dingy pretty quickly, and like they’d require a lot of bleach.
Do you use white sheets? And why, for the love of god, when colored sheets will hide stains and grimy cat footprints?
Also regarding Sex and the City, I SO don’t need one of those house-shaped key covers I mentioned in yesterday’s entry – I have a car key, a house key, and a post office box key. They’re all easily distinguishable from each other, so it’s a good thing I wasn’t able to find the key cover when I was looking, because I don’t NEED it. Damn me and my impulse shopping tendencies.
Kitten movie! This one is just of them hanging out. At the end, Zoe sniffs the plate of food Kara is eating, then scratches at the floor to cover it. CUTE. You get to hear someone covering and covering and covering something in the litter box. And the reason I say “Did you come over here to wipe your butt on me?” is because earlier in the day, Kaylee had used the litter box then run over to climb on my leg, thereby wiping her butt on my leg in the process and leaving a streak behind. GROSS.
See it here in MPG format.
I left Kara and the babies out of the foster kitten room all day yesterday – even left for half an hour to take a trip to the recycling center – and no one died. I do need to get another baby gate to make sure the entire doorway at the bottom of the stairs is covered and no one can climb over. I wouldn’t want to see THAT carnage.
Their favorite place to hang out seems to be in my bedroom, whether playing under the bed, chasing each other up the back of the recliner, or napping on my bed. They seem a little more willing to be cuddled these days, as long as I don’t try to do it for too long. They kill me with the cute, these kittens.
Inara and the camera lens cover.
Sleeping Kara.
“Okay, seriously? They’re almost nine weeks old! When does my body become MINE again?!”
Actually, I think Zoe’s 9/10s of the way to being weaned. She didn’t get much nursing in before Kara stood up and went along her way. Also, after eating baby food for the last several days, Zoe has now moved on to eating a mix of baby food and canned food. I think she also may have eaten a few pieces of hard cat food. She’s definitely hungry in the morning and at night when I give them their canned food/ baby food combo, so hopefully she’s ready to get moving on to the crunchy stuff.
More kitten pics over at Flickr.
“Did someone say… KITTENS?”
Hey, look – it’s her majesty a year ago:
I can say that a year after we got her and I believed she was completely feral, I still wouldn’t dare to try to pick her up, but every morning when I go around the house and open the blinds, she’s either sitting on the top of the cat tree in the front room, or on the guest bedroom bed, and she lets me pet her, writhes around and purrs, and grabs my hand when I pull it away. It took us a year to get to this point. Maybe in another year I’ll try picking her up and see how that goes. Then again, maybe I’ll wait more like five years before I try that particular maneuver.
Previously
2007: What can I say, they’re cats. This sort of thing doesn’t occur to them.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: All I heard on the other end was laughter.
2003: “Motherfucker. He never told People how he was soooooo in love with me when WE were together!”
2002: A world where smiley faces and “fuckity fuck-fuck-fuck!”s will abound. I can hardly wait!
2001: Why, just this morning I was thinking to myself Why is Ben Affleck stalking and following me dressed like a Frenchman?
2000: No entry.
I use all white linens, white sheets and white towels, so that they all always match. So if one of the set gives up the ghost and needs to be trashed, I don’t have to throw the whole set out, because I have other white towels, and other white flat and fitted sheets. Plus, if they get funky, there’s always bleach, and I’ve never noticed any cat footprints, but I keep a throw over the foot of the bed for kitties to shed on. Please note that my all-white-linens policy is born out of PURE and ABSOLUTE laziness.
And who knew stinkerbelle’s color would change so much? She’s such a pretty girl. Semi-feral or no.
It amazes me how big the kittens are! A few years ago my husband came home with a kitten he found in a bush near his work. He was so small, going by your kitten pictures he was about 4-5 weeks. The fist night we had him I put him in the bathroom so my other cats wouldn’t hurt him. He had a bowl of wather which he drank from right away, I fed him hard kitten food which he ate with no problem and I put in a tin pan with clay cat litter which he used after one day, and he never tried to eat it! (I didn’t know they do that). Now seeing your kittens progress it makes me think I got really lucky with my little guy because he fit in the palm of my hand but was able to take care of him self.
Robyn, I had to laugh when you asked who uses white bedsheets! Well, I do! I love white sheets. My pillow cases, however, do have flowers on them (thank you, Martha Stewart). With white sheets, you can use any color, or combination of colors, quilt or comforter without a busy, tacky look. White sheets are soothing! Try white sheets, Robym. You’ll love them! White sheets! Gotta love them!
I have very dark restful navy blue sheets, but would probably go with white sheets. In fact, now I want white sheets. Damn you. And you know how much I spend on sheets, so Paco will be mad at you.
I get the white sheets thing…I always pick white for things I want to be able to bleach. My family loves jersy knit sheets which I buy in different colors but I’ve been using white coverlets or matelasses on top of the beds where the cat (a tuxedo) hangs out and for my bed which is where I hang out with my laptop. I got the idea from my mom who puts just a white sheet on top of her bed. I thought the coverlet looked a lot better, as if it were an aesthetic choice.
What I don’t understand is white or cream colored pants, especially traveling. I’m always afraid I’m going to sit in something while visiting a tourist attraction or theme park.
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I have some white sheets because they were super-high thread count and were on sale, and white was the only color they came in. I love them to pieces – they’re the perfect combination of smooth/soft to the touch, and heavy/solid to the “feel” – if anyone other than me can figure out the difference between “touch” and “feel.” (There is a difference! Honest! To me.) They’re a little too short, though, so I can’t use them unless I want to wake up in the middle of the night with the bottom untucked, which requires – REQUIRES, I tell you – that I get up and re-tuck everything.
I buy sheets based on whatever’s got a decent thread count and is on sale, so the color is a non-issue. I did, for a while, consider getting dark colored sheets so that I could laze out on those occasions I have… ah… feminine hygiene/sheet issues; I figured that not seeing a big ol’ nasty stain in the middle of the sheets would mean I could put off doing the laundry for an extra day. What happened, instead, was that I got so skeeved out at the idea of sleeping in/on nastiness that I spent longer scrutinizing the sheets to see if they were clean than it would’ve taken me to just strip ’em, put ’em in the washer, and remake the bed. The wine-colored sheets are now only used whenever I need a dropcloth for something.
I never notice kitty footprints on my sheets, though.
I wonder why Shawn felt the need to introduce himself. And man, I hate it when I tell someone “You have the wrong number” and they respond with “Who is this?” HAAAAAAATE. “Who this is” is NOYGDMFB, all YOU need to know is that it is not the person you wanted it to be.
Going to see SATC in 20 minutes! Hopefully I will be the only one at 10 in the morning. And I totally hear you on the white sheets thing. I’m glad Elayne brought up the feminine hygiene issue thing so I don’t have to!
OMFG, ROFL, w00t. Dat was so ghey to get txeted bY daT n00b!
Okay, I feel very dirty now. It reminds me of the time the phone rang and I answered:
‘Hello’
“Is Sharon there?”
‘Sharon? Uh, she’s in the shower!’
“Who’s Dis?!?”
‘This is Flagger!’
“I don’t know no Flagger!”
‘Yeah, well Sharon sure does!!!’ CLICK
Seriously people, learn to check your numbers when dialing!
I have a serious question because I am at my wit’s end with my roommates cat. This cat will not use a litter box, the box is spotlessly clean. However this cat will urinate and defecate on the floor, right in front of you, all the time as IF you’re not even there. My roommates have put her outside on several occasions, the problem and i am not lying…she’s so fat she can’t clean herself. It’s Georgia, it’s hot, she stinks, flies….maggots…it’s GROSS, then they have to clean her.
Her favorite places to go are in the dining room and the kitchen. She use to use the carpet in my room, until I banned her from that area, ripped up and replaced the carpet.
Any ideas? Truth be told, they don’t take very good care of her and I don’t think she’s been to a vet but once in her lifetime.
Thanks so much.
J-
I did that but luckily it was to my father in law! HEH. A couple Saturdays ago I was out at a Bachelorette party. We were train/bar hopping and I was a bit tipsy. It was right around the time my husband should be getting up and ready for work so I texted him “I Love You!!” But instead of him I had sent to his dad. But it was an honest mistake their Sr and Jr so their the same name and I just clicked on his dad instead of hubby. Later when I was even more tipsy I looked at my phone and saw that I had a voice mail from my FIL so I listened and that’s when I found out what I did. He was all, “Hey there, um, I love you too but I think my son might be a little jealous and all you sending me a text. I hope you sent him one too.” Laughing the whole time he was talking. On my way home I called my husband to let him know I was now sober and heading home and he asked if I knew I sent the text to dad and not him. We had a good laugh about it. It’s a good thing we all have a sense of humor.
I didn’t realize how big the kittens had gotten until I saw that picture of Zoe nursing. OMG they are so big! tell them to stop growing!
White sheets, white towels. BLEACH BLEACH BLEACH. Also for some reason, white towels seems softer and white sheets somehow softer AND cooler. I have a couple of duvet/sham covers that get tossed in the wash when they are befouled by a cat. Those are not white. The duvet/sham covers, I mean, although neither are the cats.
Elayne, I totally understand the difference between “touch” and “feel”…but that doesn’t suprise you much, does it, heh 😀
And I’m also on the white sheet bandwagon, at least for the Jubylets…when they were little and potty training and I needed to bleach them constantly, I wouldn’t have been able to do without them. Now that they’re bigger, they do thier own laundry, so sheet choice is up to them.
~Juby
LOVE high thread count white sheets for the very reason that they can be bleached to keep them bright, clean and sanitary. I am NOT a ‘germaphobe’! Well, maybe a little :>)
White always and 250 count all-cotton percale only. I like my sheets to have that old-fashioned “crackle” so they don’t cling to you like all the current soft crap.
Rarely bleach them (because they last much longer if you don’t) and they’re always white-white. I do use TSP when I wash them and that seems to keep them white.
White sheets FEEL better, too.
LOL Juby, I knew you’d understand. After all we do share the one brain and all… *smooches* I suppose I should email you or post in FFF rather than using Robyn’s comments as my private message vehicle… hmm… nah, I’m already here. Sorry, Robyn et al!
*Sniff* Uncle Leroy used to say “da”…………*sigh*
YOu have a Sony camera. Don’t you love Sony! I just got a new one and man I bet I have taken 5000 pictures.
I will buy almost any color of sheets if they come in a set, and are seriously discounted. I prefer solids to patterns, unless it’s a subtle one.
Allrightie then… Here comes my frugal hillbilly side out… I won’t buy any sheets, pillowcases , whatever EXCEPT from Goodwill !!! Or yard sales …(Bitching and UgGhhing inserted here)… cause my favorite sheets are those old washed to softness percale sheets from the 60’s and 70’s. And I go by the flowers or decorations on them to match up sets… Different flower patterns and ivy pillowcases ? No problem ! Thats my “out in the Garden” set… Love them !!! Whites for my bed ? NEVER!
Of course we understand touch and feel. Touch is how the sheet feels against your skin in the bed (touching you) 😉 Feel is how the sheet feels to your hands when you run them over it or whatever. Sound about right?