6/20/07

* * * Do lawyers know – or care – that when they do things like spell the middle name of someone incorrectly throughout a document, it makes them look shoddy and uncaring about details? And when they send an initial document to the correct address and a following document to the incorrect address, it makes them look clueless and a little stupid and possibly like ambulance chasers who can’t afford good office help? Just curious.

* * * I stole this meme from Danielle, even though she didn’t tag me, and I didn’t realize until just now that Carol had! (Speaking of Carol, check out the bebbe kittens. So sweet they’ll give you cavities!) Instructions: Remove the blog from the top, move all blogs up one, add yourself to the bottom. 1. playgroups are no place for children 2. scenic overlook 3. pacer 4. sincere obscurity 5. bitchypoo what were you doing 10 years ago? I was… living in an apartment with Fred and the spud in Huntsville (it was technically Huntsville, but it was right on the edge of Madison), working as an office manager at Fred’s company. I can’t believe that in August I’ll have lived down here for 11 years. five snacks you enjoy 1. Raw green beans, fresh off the vine 2. Quaker cinnamon streusel mini rice cakes 3. Jack Links Beef Nuggets. 4. I’ve eaten way too much zucchini bread (I make it without the frosting, but add Ghiardelli milk chocolate chips to it) lately (I’ve promised to stop making it ’til I can make it with our own zucchini – and yesterday we got our first ripe one!). 5. Cheerios, without milk. five songs you know all the lyrics to 1. Friends in Low Places (shaddup) 2. All Cried Out (shaddup, I say) 3. Surrender 4. Always the Last to Know 5. Least Complicated five things you’d do if you were a millionaire 1. Donate a buttload of money to the no-kill cat shelter I volunteer for. 2. Send a buttload of money (anonymously) to people who are having a hard time of it right now. 3. Hire a cleaning service. 4. Buy a summer home on the coast of Maine. 5. Travel the world and see all the countries I’ve always wanted to visit. five bad habits 1. Chewing on my fingernails. 2. I am ALWAYS touching my face. 3. Procrastinating. 4. (Yeah, it’d be funny if I left the last two blank. Hee!) Jumping to conclusions. 5. Not watching where I’m going (which invariably ends with me kicking a cat. DAMN CATS. They see me walking towards them, they KNOW I have a bad habit of kicking them. You suppose they’d move? NO.) five things you like to do 1. Read 2. Watch TV 3. Walk around the back forty 4. Snuggle with the kitties (especially Miz Poo, who’s always ready for a snuggle). 5. five things you’d never wear again I think this requires illustration. So, in no particular order: 1. Pigtails. Not because I don’t want to, but I doubt my hair will ever be long enough again. Besides, I’ve obviously peaked when it comes to pigtaily cuteness. 2. A spiky wig, trying to look badass. (My defense: it was Halloween!) 3. A prom dress. That boy on the right side of the picture was my date (this was my Junior prom, by the way), and I had SUCH a crush on him. ::sigh:: 4. Any kind of maternity anything. This was the morning of the day the spud was born; we were about to leave for the hospital. 5. Perm. Good god I had big hair. 6. McDonald’s uniform. God willing and the creek don’t rise, I won’t wear another one of these. God, the polyester hideousness of it. five favorite toys 1. RodPod. 2. My camera (Sony Cybershot DSC-P200) 3. My laptop 4. iTunes (which I use in conjunction with RodPod and my laptop!) 5. My shredder. I am a shredding motherfucker and shred anything that’s ever even thought of having my name and address printed on it. five people to tag I don’t usually tag people but… oh, what the hell. 1. Nance 2. Jane 3. Elayne 4. Kathy 5. Amy * * * While I was looking for those pictures above of myself, I found these really cute ones: “Our little beatnik” my mother wrote on the back. I was 17 months old. ADORABLE. Am I allowed to say that? I said to Fred “Holy crap! I have the same hairstyle that I had back then!” and he said “You should try to do the flippy things in the back” and I had to inform him that I TRY to get my hair to do that flippy thing, but it rarely cooperates. *sigh* * * * Last week, I decided that the kittens needed to have a cat tree in the foster kitty room, so I went on eBay and I bought a good one – a BIG one – for $1 plus $55 shipping. I don’t even want to know how these people are making money, because they might overcharge a little on the shipping, but I don’t think they overcharged by much at all if they did, because the cat tree I bought was very very heavy. Anyway, the cat tree arrived, Fred put it together, and stuck it in a corner of the living room, and our cats immediately climbed all over it, and Sugarbutt fell asleep in the top platform. After a day of consideration, I decided I liked the new cat tree better than the old one, and we decided to keep the new one downstairs for our cats and take the old one upstairs for the foster room. I’d say that the cat tree was a big hit with the foster babies. The funny thing here is that it’s Maxi on the inside and Tom on the outside looking in. Usually it’s the other way around. Maxi checks Spot out. A moment later she decided he was alright, tried to rub against him, and he birthed a hissyfit of epic proportions. One of these things is not like the others, One of these things just doesn’t belong, Can you tell which thing is not like the others By the time I finish my song? * * * Sugarbutt loves him a belly rub. * * * Previously 2006: “Save your breath,” I said, gasping for air. “I don’t believe a word you say, you lying liar.” 2005: “Spot caught a copperhead!” 2004: No entry. 2003: Poor Gram. 2002: Oh, quit with the gasps of horror. 2001: Lynn is very very nice, but as I’ve mentioned, she doesn’t appreciate the beauty of silence. 2000: I was giving out dirty looks left and right, let me tell you.]]>