very first journal entry. After spending a couple of weeks going through tons and tons of old entries, I have to say that sometimes it amazes me that so many of you are still around.
But thanks to those of you who did hang around – let’s see if I have another six years’ worth of entries in me, shall we?
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It ended up being a good thing that the spud and I didn’t go to Virginia this weekend to meet up with my mother, sister, and nephew, because their flight got canceled and they couldn’t get it rescheduled in a timely manner, so they ended up not going. I guess those of you in the Norfolk area were having some bad weather over the weekend, huh?
I can’t imagine how peeved I would have been to get halfway to Virginia and realize that my shopping partners weren’t going to be there. I suppose we could have just hung out with my dad, though.
Ah, well. Moot point!
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I got caught up on my email last night for the first time in about three weeks. If you emailed me in the last month or so and expected a response, re-send it, would you? It’s possible I got delete-happy at some point, since I was up until about midnight getting caught up.
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To celebrate the 6th journal-versary of this journal, I gotta say: I’ve got nothin’. Nothin’ to write about, not a damn thing. Nothing’s going on, no spud-gossip to share, nothin’.
So I’m going to toss up some kitten pics and call it an entry. Fair enough?
Oh, hey – if you used to read
OnePhatMan, it’s back. Just in case you didn’t know, and weren’t on the notify list, thought I’d mention that.
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The kittens are going to the pet store tomorrow afternoon. The shelter manager emailed me over the weekend to let me know that I could take them in today or tomorrow. Since they don’t do adoptions on Monday evenings, of course I opted to let them stay with us until tomorrow afternoon.
Man. I’m going to miss the little brats. What I’m not going to miss is the rotten-egg gas Sugarbutt’s been suffering from lately. We were watching The Amityville Horror yesterday (Ryan Reynolds sounds JUST LIKE John Ritter) and I grabbed up Sugarbutt. He fell asleep on his back and the noxious fumes coming from him were just horrifying.
Good thing for him he’s so cute.
Speaking of Sugarbutt, I fully believe that if he were a dog, he’d be a bulldog. He’s bowlegged and barrel-chested and watching him run from one side of the room to the other just cracks me UP.
Oh, how I’m going to miss his stinky little butt!
Barrett waited until Miz Poo fell asleep, and then snuck right in there.
With Smitty (left) and Sugarbutt (right) side-by-side like this, you can really see the difference in their faces. Like Callie, Smitty always looks like he’s smiling.
Smilin’ Callie.
This would be a better picture if my big dorky slipper wasn’t right there in the background.
Gigglin’ Callie.
Gigglin’ Smitty.
Last night, Callie started out on my leg. Miz Poo was sleeping next to my leg. As Callie slept, she slid down my leg and ended up spooning with Miz Poo. Miz Poo was displeased, but you’ll note she didn’t jump down and run away.
What my lap looked like last night. I don’t think I could have fit another cat in there anywhere.
I think I see tonsils.
Smitty and Sugarbutt tussling. The look on Sugarbutt’s face cracks me up. Check out the closeup:
Also, Fred took this one Saturday afternoon:
Awesome picture, no?
All of today’s uploaded pictures (there are a ton of them today, because I took a bunch over the weekend) are
here.
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Previously
2004: Off to Myrtle Beach.
2003: Instead, we should probably go for “Shizzle M. Andersizzle.”
2002: Why I journal.
2001: No entry.
2000: Okay, enough of that mushy crap.
1999: So. Welcome to my journal.
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