2004-07-08

* * * Robyn’s book report: The Da Vinci Code: Liked it, though the last several pages kind of dragged. I can see why it made it onto the best seller list, though I’m not sure why it’s STILL on the best seller list. Click here for spoilers. Flirting with Pete: Good so far, though I’ve been finding myself a little impatient since Barbara Delinsky does like to go on and I want her to just get to the POINT already. A good, quick read – I’ll easily finish this book sometime today.

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The spud is going to be home later today; I’m picking her up at the (stalker alert!) airport this afternoon. These last five weeks just flew by. It’ll be good to have her home, since I always worry a little when she’s so far away. And this time next week? We’ll be stumbling around Hawaii in the throes of jet lag. Whee! We’re landing in Hawaii at 10:19 pm next Wednesday night, which will feel like 3:19 am to us. We’re going to be some tired motherfuckers, that’s for sure. I can never really sleep on planes, so I guess I’d better be sure I bring along a ton of books to read. Hey, maybe I’ll register them all with BookCrossing and leave them wherever I happen to be when I’m done reading them! Reminder to self: “Where’s George” vacation money before leaving. Response to self: What vacation money? We’re going to throw ourselves on the kindness of strangers. Response to self’s response to self: Oh. Right.
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Speaking of Hawaii, I ordered a couple of very cheap red t-shirts to wear with my hid-e-ass board shorts to go into the water, and I’m pleased to announce that they’ll do nicely. I also ordered a ($5! Whoo! Love the clearance!) polo shirt that should fit me, but seems to be about three sizes too big. Seriously, it hangs all the way down to my knees, and while I know I should return it because oversized shirts on fat chicks are not so flattering, it’s the most comfortable shirt I’ve ever worn, and so I’m going to keep it and wear it. Although since it was $5, no doubt the first time I wash it, it’ll fall to pieces.
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Still liking Firefox – especially the “open in tab” option, whoo! – but I went into Nance‘s chat room yesterday and every time someone said (typed) something, instead of showing up at the bottom of the screen, it would show up at the top of the screen. It freaked me out (yeah, obviously it doesn’t take a great deal to freak me out). It’s definitely a Firefox thing, though – I went back in in IE, and the chat room looked like it was supposed to. Also, I’m making it so that all my notify emails are going to my gmail account, but man! I sure belong to A FUCKING LOT of notify lists! Every time I think I’m all set, another notify shows up at the old address. Lordy.
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The fucking cats have been stomping all the fuck over my nerves lately. I was up ’til almost midnight last night, and when I turned the light off and settled in to go to sleep, Miz Poo jumped up and settled in on the pillow next to me. Which is not a problem, because I love the Poo-pie! Yes I do! Except. Grrr. When she was operated on a few years ago (don’t even ask me what the operation was for, there’ve been so fucking many of them!), once she came home she developed some… something. I don’t know what the hell it is, but sometimes she starts breathing raspily, and it’s not that she can’t breathe, it’s that something seems to be stuck in her throat, and instead of just coughing it the fuck up like a normal person (yes, I know she’s not a person. Shut UP.) would, she just sits there and makes that noise for hours and hours and then suddenly she’ll cough and swallow, and all is fine. Yes, we took her to the vet. No, they don’t know what it is. Yes, we took her to more than one vet. No, none of them had anything helpful to say. Yes, we tried antibiotics. No, it’s not asthma. No, there’s no rhyme nor reason to when it happens. No, it’s not allergies. Sometimes Fred will kind of perform the Heimlich on her and it helps. Sometimes it doesn’t. Anyway, last night on the pillow with her raspy-breathing self three inches from my face, even though I was wearing earplugs, it was loud and after two minutes it got really, really annoying. Now, perhaps I’ve mentioned, I LOVE the Poo-pie! Yes, I dooooooo! However, I love my sleep MORE, and if it comes down to a choice between the Poo and my sleep, there’s really no competition. So I pushed her off the pillow toward the edge of the bed. “Goodnight, Poo,” I said. She walked off the edge of the bed… onto the bedside table, where she turned around and sat down and stared at me. The raspy breathing was as clear through my earplugs as it had been when she was laying ten inches closer to me. And then suddenly Spanky began his infernal nightly howling. Spot began his infernal nightly ass-licking. Stumpy began his infernal night running around and “Brrr? Brrr! Brrr!” “Oh, come ON!!!” I bellowed, throwing myself across the bed. “Give me a fucking BREAK!” ::rasp::rasp::rasp:: ::mrowrrrrrrrr! mrowwwwwr! mrowrrrrrrrr!:: ::slurp::slurp::slurp:: ::bangbangbang::brrr! brrr? brrr!:: “Agh!” I yelled. “I hate you kitties! I hate you all!” And then brilliance struck. I sat up, grabbed the can of compressed air off the bedside table (not the table Miz Poo was on – the table on my side of the bed)(also, what? Where do you keep YOUR compressed air?) and sprayed it in the air in an arc. There was a mass stampede of cats hauling ass out of the room, Meester Boogers ::Brr!Brr?Brr!::ing all the way. They may have started it up again once they realized the can of air was no longer spraying, but by then I was thankfully sound asleep. Fucking cats.
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For all you Spanky lovahs out there.]]>

17 thoughts on “2004-07-08”

  1. Guess I need a life too because I look forward to you going away (although I’ll miss ya’) because Fred’s life gets pretty d@m weird and I look forward to his journal getting pretty interesting…pretty pathetic huh?

  2. I know this comment has nothing to do with today’s entry….but I just wanted to say that I love David Sedaris too. He’s SO F*CKING FUNNY!!! I loved the book he wrote containing short stories about Christmas….hilarious. Also, if you like Sedaris, you might like Augusten Burroughs. “Running with Scissors” was insanely good. (no pun intended)

  3. Compressed air….that is hilarious! I wonder if it would work on my rotten cat!
    hahahahahha….

  4. Well, I guess you two better put the kibash on all the non-stop sex going on at your place now, huh?
    I am SO NOT jealous that Tracy’s ENTIRE family will be in Hawaii except us. SO NOT.
    Plft.

  5. Tiger has the same raspy cough. He gets it when he wakes up from a deep sleep, and then hunches over like he’s going to puke. He won’t quit until he clears (?) whatever it is an swallows, then he’s fine.
    We took him to the vet 3 different times for it, and they’ve tried all the same stuff, still with no results. They’re clueless as well, and since it didn’t seem to be life threatening, we’ve decided it’s just a part of him.
    It does sound scary though, first few times you hear it.
    I’d never known anyone else to have a cat that does that.
    Maybe we’ve stumbled upon a new cat aliment. Should we call it the Poo Cough? Or the Tiger Hack?

  6. My cat snores. All. night. long. Even if she’s in the living room, and I’m in the bedroom, I can hear her snore. I have to punch her (not really) and roll her over.

  7. Please let us know how Hawaii was when you get back. Hubby came home the other day and said that we could be heading to Hawaii next year to live (hubby is in the Navy). Not sure if I want to go so I am relying on you to let us know what Hawaii is like. Enjoy.

  8. Thanks bunches for the picture of Spanky. How precious! Hope you, Spud and the family have a righteous time in the Islands.

  9. Speaking of people taking down websites without consulting other people. Where’d the tater go?

  10. Spanky sleeps like our Daisy…with her head on the armrest as a pillow. Also, our Maisey doesn’t have the throat rasp, but she does has a nasal squeek and when she’s in the throes of deepest sleep, she snores and it’s hilarious! She’s a squeeky breather!

  11. Just wanted to drop a suggestion for Firefox. I use it as well but had to keep IE around to view the Weightwatcher’s page until last night. You can download a “user agent switcher” extension for Firefox that allows you to choose an IE option so that you can view pages properly that only seem to like IE. Since I did that I have no problems viewing any pages, and that might help with your chat problem.
    🙂

  12. There was a big article today on MSN about how Carmen Diaz (sp?) used compressed air to make her nipples hard during a porn type modeling shoot. Hmmm? Just wondering. SNORT.

  13. Oh shit, it’s Cameron Diaz. I’m stupid…and I went back to check and they said it was to make them bigger. Don’t ask me where I got the nipple hard thing from. HEE.

  14. Hey Robyn, I’ll be in Hawaii on Saturday the 17th, maybe I’ll see ya wandering around. Hope you have a great trip. I’m going for business but am planning some fun in between meetings.
    Glad to see you finallly read the DaVinci Code. I LOVED that book.

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