Best of Bitchypoo page up and running. Y’all take a look and if there are any entries you think should be on that page and aren’t, let me know, would you?
Thanks.
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I’m seriously considering going through my foster kitties pictures and making a calendar over at Lulu.com for anyone who’s interested. Of course I’d donate any proceeds to the shelter.
I’m also considering an And3rson Kitties calendar like I did last year.
I have a huge number of pictures to go through, so it may take a few weeks to decide on which pictures to use. Just thought I’d mention that in case anyone might be interested. I’ll shoot to have them up and ready for purchase by December 1st, how’s that?
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Currently
reading:
Hide and Seek, by Clare Sambrook. I’m not loving it, and the comparison (in the flyleaf) to
The Deep End of the Ocean and
The Lovely Bones is vastly overstating it, though I’m only about halfway through the book. Perhaps it’ll pick up a bit.
Finished the other night:
Rituals of the Season, by Margaret Maron. I was afraid, for some reason, that this book was going to have a cliffhanger since the wedding took place so close to the end, but – THANK GOD – there was no cliffhanger to be seen. I just love the hell out of Margaret Maron and Deborah Knott.
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Saturday, I got a great big “WE HAVE TOO MUCH CRAP IN THIS HOUSE!” bug up my butt, and I spent a good part of the day bagging up stuff to donate or toss. Just under my sink in the bathroom, I came up with a grocery-store bag of stuff that I hadn’t used in ages and had no intention of ever using again. I did a great deal of decluttering in the living room (and discussed further decluttering possibilities with Fred), and even went through the books on my bookcase and pulled off a bunch that I know I’ll never read – for one, a set of Anne Rice books. Every time I contemplate reading those books, I get a “Good god, I DON’T WANNA!” sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, which to me is a sign that, y’know, I DON’T WANNA and YOU CAN’T MAKE ME. I bagged up a ton of stuff to donate to a local charity, and added a few things to my giveaway box.
THEN I cleared out my desk, and I must say, I sure do tend to keep a ton of crap in my desk. I had another garbage full of stuff out of my desk, and when I was done with that, I called it a day as far as the decluttering goes.
To the shock and awe of the entire Huntsville area, we actually went out to dinner Saturday night. We hardly ever go out to dinner but since we were going to take the spud to her friend’s house for a birthday party and sleepover and Fred couldn’t think of a way for her to get there without having to traverse the ultra-scary 565-Memorial Parkway interchange-of-doom AND because we are far too overprotective and never want her to do anything too scary (please, can we have her living at home ’til she’s 45? PLEASE?), Fred decided that we’d drop her off. And since we’d be out around dinnertime, we’d go out for dinner!
We went to Shoney’s. Yeah, hold the snarky comments, we all like Shoney’s and that’s all that matters. Their onion rings are to die for. I’d even say that they’re better than Sonic onion rings. We dropped the spud off and came home to watch
Coal Miner’s Daughter (“Stop yer growling, y’sound like a big ol’ bar!”) and the last hour or so of
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, which I don’t think I’d seen. That actress who plays Hermione is just cute as a button, isn’t she? Toward the end when Harry stabbed the big snake (okay, the BASILISK) and the snake reared up and did some over-dramatic weaving back and forth, I said “Okay, drama queen!”, and Fred laughed and said he’d been thinking the very same thing.
Sunday was a more laid-back day of hanging around the house while Fred worked on painting one of the upstairs rooms. It came out well, and when the room is completely done, I’ll post before-and-after pictures. At one point I had to drive to South Huntsville and pick the spud up from her friend’s house, and it was nice to get out and drive in the sunny day.
Altogether, I’d say it was a pretty good weekend.
We’re having Thanksgiving at our house this year. Fred’s sister and her husband are in France for a few weeks and won’t be around, so it’s just going to be us, Fred’s mother, and his stepfather for dinner. It’ll be pretty low-key. I’m looking forward to having another
brined turkey, and Fred’s going to make
pecan squares, and of course there’ll be the usual side dishes. We’re looking forward to it.
And did I mention that I have well over two-thirds of my Christmas shopping done? Woot!
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We’ve started calling Tom Cullen “Tommy”, which I suppose is just a natural progression. Sugarbutt is occasionally “Shoogie”, but most of the time he’s just Sugarbutt.
I’m sure their permanent nicknames won’t show up for another 6 months or so.
“Why, yes. Yes we ARE bad.”
Yin and yang.
“Wazzuuuuuuuuuuuuup!”
“Hey, Bob! BOB! What? Okay, whatever, ROBERT, come over here and smell this! I AM ROTTEN!”
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
here.
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Previously
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: Fuck him, too.
2001: It don’t get any better than that, nosir.
2000: I see enough nasty stuff in my life.
1999: No entry.]]>