new logo! This one was done by the lovely and talented Sarah. Thanks, Sarah!
I’m out of logos; this was the last one I had in the queue. Anyone wants to design a new logo for me in the months ahead (I’d love summer-themed logos for the next couple of months), have at it!
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I still have not begun to slog through my email. Tonight or tomorrow, I promise!
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Okay, before I forget – like
Nance, I too have a
MySpace page, and if you want to friend me, I’ll friend you back.
There’s nothing there, and I don’t intend to ever start blogging over there, just so you know, but I suppose things could change in the future.
And while I’m thinking of it, I’m
RobynAnderson on LiveJournal and
robynanderson on Flickr.
I am so kewl.
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So, my parents are gone. I realized, long about Thursday afternoon, that if I’d been thinking straight, my father and I could have done some hardwooding in the house last week, instead of just hanging out, watching TV, and reading. He hardwooded the floor in my parents’ basement (I haven’t seen it yet, but I hear it looks AWESOME). Also, we could have replaced the hideously tacky gold and silver fixtures in the bathroom that drive me absolutely crazy and which I hate SO SO SO much.
I told my mother they should come back in the fall just for such a reason, and she laughed. But I wasn’t kidding!
(Fred says, at the thought of hardwooding the computer room floor and the “study”/ cat room upstairs, that we’re selling the house in a year. I say, that’s a year of being driven crazy by the nastydirty carpet and uglyuglyugly gold & silver bathroom fixtures.)
(Also, if you have any suggestions on how to clean the fucking water spots off uglyuglyugly bathroom faucets, have at it in the comments)
Anyways, bits and pieces about their visit:
* My father put the dishes in the dishwasher away almost every morning. Which makes me want to fly them down here every so often, because I HATE putting the dishes in the dishwasher away.
* One night – I think it was Memorial Day evening, actually – my sister called while my parents and Fred and I were watching Batman Begins. Since I’ve seen it before, I was happy to go outside and talk on the phone to Debbie while they watched the movie. I think we were on the phone for about 45 minutes, and I ended up in the back yard, talking to her, watching fireflies, when the people in the next subdivision over started setting off fireworks, and it was like they were putting on a show just for me. Quite lovely, really.
* Fred is, as I might have mentioned, a bit of a coffee snob. He likes to buy the flavored coffee from
Coffee & Co in Gatlinburg. He was more than willing to share his froufy coffee with my parents, but they didn’t want to use up all his coffee (despite his reassurances that he had a ton in the freezer), and went out and bought a container of Folger’s. I think Fred wants to throw away the coffee maker, since it’s been contaminated by cheap, generic coffee.
* A note to the wise: Do not, if you’re going to be more than 5 minutes away from home, wear brand-new underwear shopping. Because it might not be all that comfortable, and if you’re spending the whole day shopping, you can’t really say “My underwear keeps climbing up my ass. We need to go home.”, and you will be miserable.
* We were on our way home from the movies Friday afternoon (The Break-Up, which I really liked. My mother liked the great chemistry Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn have, but personally I think the chemistry between Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau was the chemistry worth remarking upon (and I don’t mean that in a gay way, though I’ll say that Vince Vaughn strongly strikes me as gay. Jon Favreau, however, does not. I don’t have the strongest gaydar in the world, though.)
* We were watching Transamerica, and Sugarbutt and Tommy started grooming each other in the middle of the living room. My father made a crack about them paying too much attention to the movie, and Fred said “You should have seen them when we watched Brokeback Mountain!” Which my father enjoyed so much he almost fell on the floor.
* We watched several episodes of Scrubs, season 3, while my parents were here; they appeared to enjoy it.
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The gray squirrel sits on the fence. Eyeballs Tommy. Eyeballs the food on the ground. Comes to a decision.
Food is important, and the squirrel is pretty sure he’s faster than Tommy Tubs.
The food – so close, yet so far. The squirrel is unconcerned with how close Tommy is.
Annnnnd… the food has been reached! (The picture I didn’t get: Tommy running after the squirrel, getting too close to the fence, and getting zapped. The squirrel ran across the fence to the tree and laughed his little squirrel butt off at Tommy.)
Good thing I keep that bird bath (relatively) clean.
Tons more cat pictures,
here.
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Previously
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: Fred always says “You blame EVERYTHING on the fact that you’re about to have your period, having your period, or just HAD your period!” Well, duh.
2002: 26 things you may not know about me.
2001: No entry.
2000: Why, oh why, does writing snotty letters amuse me so?]]>