8/25/09 – Tuesday

The funny thing about the whole entry yesterday, regarding the boat, is that as we were driving toward Joe Wheeler state park, I turned and looked suspiciously at Fred. “How much cash do you have on you?” I asked. “Uh… twenty dollars, I think,” he said. “Why?” “Because you spent all morning talking about that … Continue reading “8/25/09 – Tuesday”

The funny thing about the whole entry yesterday, regarding the boat, is that as we were driving toward Joe Wheeler state park, I turned and looked suspiciously at Fred.

“How much cash do you have on you?” I asked.

“Uh… twenty dollars, I think,” he said. “Why?”

“Because you spent all morning talking about that boat you saw on Craigslist, and I was just making sure you weren’t going to SURPRISE me with it or anything.”

“Bessie, I would NEVER do that!” he assured me.

He’s no dummy, I guess.

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Kathy came and visited for a bit yesterday! She had to be in the area for work, so stopped by and bought some eggs and a couple of chickens.

(No, Kathy and Dreamguy are not starting their own flock, these chickens were from the freezer.)

And damnit, after she left I remembered that I meant to offer her some cherry tomatoes and a bell pepper and completely forgot! Sorry about that, Kathy.

She got to meet Jake and Elwood, and the True Blood kittens, and they all looked at her like “Yeah, and? You are…?” like the rude little brats they are.

At least they didn’t run and hide like Sugarbutt, Kara… pretty much ALL the big cats, except for Miz Poo, really.

We sat out on the front porch and watched the traffic go by and chatted (and watched the hummingbirds flitting around making a big liar out of me because I’d claimed I’d only seen a hummingbird for a brief instant recently, and suddenly they were all over the place). I don’t get a lot of visitors ’round here on a regular basis, so it was nice to take time out of my regular day and visit and I always enjoy visiting with Kathy!

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I have an appointment later this morning for a physical, and I’m dreading it. Not because I don’t like my doctor – I do (unless she’s changed a lot in the past two years) – but because I haven’t been to the doctor in two years at least. I haven’t had anything wrong with me, and now I have a whole list of whiny complaints, and I’m afraid I’ll forget to mention one of them.

Yes, I have written down a list, but what makes you think I’m going to remember to bring it with me? Okay yes, I put it in my purse, but what makes you think I’ll remember I have it with me?

Perhaps I should mention the potential early-onset Alzheimer’s first.

I’ve probably talked about this before (see above about early-onset Alzheimer’s), but this doctor I’m going to see used to be with another practice, and then she left and started her own practice (coincidentally, with another doctor who left the exact same practice a few years earlier. Who was MY doctor until she left, then I moved on to Dr. Cindy. Who then left. Perhaps they left to get away from ME. HA on them – I found ’em!) and I’m pleased as punch that she’s now in a location about fifteen minutes closer to me. I don’t think it’s going to take me longer than 10 minutes to get there AND she’s located near the grocery store. After I have to sit around and tell the doctor all my woes (“Does this mole look funny to you? My elbow hurts. Is this rosacea? Sometimes my shoulder hurts.”) I can then run over and get groceries. Whatta bargain.

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I know I said that I’d watch every episode of Jon & Kate Plus 8 no matter how much I think they should probably stop filming in the interest of their childrens’ mental health and all, but man – is it just me, or has that show gotten mighty fucking boring? Oh, let’s watch Kate take the kids to the beach. Let’s watch Jon pretend to know something about remodeling the kitchen. Let’s watch Jon mumble and slump and act like a bratty teenager.

(Seriously? 20 year-olds are fighting over HIM? Are they aware they could get boys way younger and way cuter, with way less baggage who don’t act like they need to be smacked upside the head REALLY REALLY HARD?)

Also, Kate is on my nerves. Give us a LITTLE of the ol’ bitch, Kate. Please? This Happy Shiny Kate isn’t doing it for me.

I mean, I’ll probably keep WATCHING it, but I’ll be flipping through magazines while I do so. Snoresville.

I’d like to see Kate and Jon in a slapfight. Is that too much to ask? You KNOW she’d kick his ass.

And speaking of TV – Real Housewives of Atlanta? Zzzzzzzzz. The only excitement is watching the show to see if Kim gets so excited that her face almost moves.

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The many faces of sweet little bunny Terry.






I weighed the kittens over the weekend – three of them are a few ounces over 2 pounds, one of them (Terry) is exactly 2 pounds, and Sookie and Lafayette are just under 2 pounds. So there’ll be no spaying or neutering this week – I want to have all of them at least three or four ounces over 2 pounds before I take them off to be spayed and neutered, because I don’t completely trust my weighing method (I put a bowl on a kitchen scale and then lower each kitten into the bowl. They don’t want to be on the bowl unless it’s on their OWN terms, so they hop out of the bowl as quickly as possible, so I only have a split second to determine how much they weigh. I really need to invest in a decent small animal scale, I think.)

So – next week or the week after, perhaps. Honestly, I’m in no hurry except that I’d like to have Terry’s hernia taken care of. Not because it’s a problem or because it bothers him, but it kind of ooks me out. And yet, at the same time it’s kinda cute. Go figure.

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“Spanky to base. I repeat – SPANKY TO BASE. I have located the sun square and will soak up as many sun particles through my super fluffy sun-absorbing outer coating before I return to base and save the universe. Please confirm.”

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2008: “I’m trying to recall the many houses we’ve driven by and seen Mennonite children scrubbing down the pigs and cows. Thinking… thinking…”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I haaaaaaaaaate having to deal with strangers.
2003: I guess when your boss (the Supreme Court) tells you to do something and you tell him to go fuck himself, shit tends to fly.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: The thrills and chills around here just never stop, folks.