Sunday, August 28, 2016

Vacation 2016

Vacation 2016 officially starts this week so I am going to be posting infrequently for the next while. Be safe, have fun and stay tuned!

Friday, August 26, 2016

Friday Cats Blogging


I made it through my first round of at home phone banking calls. I don't know how many calls I made, I wasn't keeping track, I will keep track next time, but I do now how many contacts I made. : Zero  not a single damn one.

I mean come on! So wrong! Not a single one!  Fax lines, multiple disconnected lines,  and my old friend the answering droid.  I feel really bad for my volunteer leader, she and I exchanged a lot of phone calls and she went back and forth with her supervisor trying to get my phone thing figured out and then when it does get figured out ( it took three days)  I get nada my first time out.

Well, we will see how my luck goes tonight. I'll do more after the  AT&T guy leaves on Saturday and maybe some on Sunday - when I'm not  getting the house ready and packing and taking Aces stuff to Brosky and Alphagals (sob!) . I have so much to do and I'm not doing it and I'm going to be running around like a chicken with my head cut off at the last moment  and that is such a  bad  place to be in and so stressful and it's my fault. I need to pull it together.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Air Horn Orchestra week 20 # Loud #airhornorchestra

Pat is down 9 points in the newest poll. Suck it Pat.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016


I looked up into ,my tree today and it made me wonder two improbable options 1) a neighbor child was building a fort or 2) there is a dam in my tree.

There is what looks like a dam in my tree! Its from dead branches that are caught up in the mess of  free range limbs and are unable to fall out of the tree. I tried to bring a couple of the smaller and lighter ones down myself from the ground, but they are woven together like, well, a damor a nest. They might have well been placed there by either an enormous bird with ADHD  or some sort of arboreal beaver.

I spent the early morning trying to figure out wich syndrome I am suffering from. I came back from my doig walk to realize that I wasn't wearing my fitbit! I am always wearing my fitbit. I all but sleep in my fitbit. It hasn't been further away than my bra strap since I got it for my birthday two years ago and this morning I couldn't find it! I remembered having it at  my little calisthenics class and I remembered it being on my clothes after I changed clothes after the class and then I remembered sitting on the edge of my bed and dealing with My Toe.

My toe nail finally came off under its own speed. Its done. Finished. I now have some sort of  Under Construction Toe Nail Space. Its not "nail" its not "toe" its an in-between  toe/nail thing... cartilage! It feels like new baby cartilage that needs to be supervised so I am keeping a bandaid over it until it grows up a little. It needs a helmet.

And in all that excitement, and it was excitement,  my fitbit disappeared. I mean after that, I changed clothes, resad for a bit and went to bed. Hours later, I got dressed, started my day and ultimately noticed I was missing something. My fitbit wasn't where it was supposed to be, no real worries there, my first guess that I had left it to charge. No joy.

Worries. I couldn't remember what I had done with it! It wasn't on my pajamas or my bra or on my workout clothes, or what I had changed into after that, it wasn't on the bed or in the bedding or next to the bed or on the bed side table or behind the table or next to it or under the bed or anywhere in the bedroom or on the bedroom floor. I know, I looked. Twice.

And then I thought : The Cats! Mostly : Tiny! Tiny, at a year old,  still sees all things as toys and would see a fitbit as a particularly great toy because it has some weight to it and it smells like me. I could only imagine where it was by now. And I was sad. In reality and now fully awake, it wouldn't have been that hard to find, as long as he only played with it over night because he is limited over night and I could in theory find it, eventually. But not before I spent an entire day with my steps uncounted! I mean really! a day unvalidated. Why even get out of bed.

And I had to go to work. Grumble damncats.

I was putting on my  make up and what was to appear: My  Darling Fitbit! on the vanity, in the bathroom where I never looked and would have never thought to have looked because fitbits do not belong in the bathroom!! I have no memory of bringing it in there or why I would have thoughtlessly left it on the counter - nevermind!  Joy and Rapture! Happy Dance of Joy!!!  Clearly whatever syndromeI  have it is it is a syndrome of not throwing myself under the bus.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016


Monday.I should be doing things. I did manage to damage my dress this morning as I was getting into my car, that was an accomplishment! I had to spend the day with my sweater around my waist to camouflage my too deep slit in my skirt. It was tasteful until I got into the car and forgot that I needed to arrange the bottom of the dress a certain way or it would rip - and low and behold, fail to take precautions and it ripped!, right up the seem. It is now quite unseemly.

It's a  very nice dress and I'm hoping my Mom can repair it, and if I'm lucky, maybe she can rebuild  (costuming taught me the correct phrasing is not  "making a dress" it is "building a dress") it in such a way that she can add a little fabric to it to make it a leetle broader of beem. It is a designer dress , thank you, Adrianna Papell ( shockingly.without bangles or bling), bought it at the resale store at a deep discount and while it "fits", it doesn't fit-fit,  in that I can't wear it every day. Its actually started its life as a cocktail dress and it's really slumming coming to work with me. I think it tore out of protest.

It would be great to wear it this winter too, but it is sleeveless so I also need to find the exact  shrug, the fabric is not summer weight-  but that can be a project. I'm sot entirely sure it would lend itself to sleeve-life though.

I feel I should be packing, but at the same time, I have over a week and if I start the actual packing thing now, I know I'm going to just spend the rest of the time packing and unpacking and repacking  and that is how you lose things or end up bringing things you thought you decided you thought you changed your mind about and what about the item you actually really wanted to bring? Oh wait, that you left behind. I do need to get the dog things together and see what is in his backpack and what of that needs to make the trip, that would be a worthwhile job. I could also think about food for dog and the cats.

Tiny cat is going with, Ace is staying with Broskey and Alpha gal. Sniff. I already miss him! I think he knows something is up. He is acting all slinky and hidey and avoidy and its making me very tense. It might be because I flea treated him aggressively after finding one on on him and falling into a shame spiral on Saturday. He doesn't like flea treatment. Well, he shouldn't get fleas. and if he gets fleas, he should let me know before I find flea shite on my bedding and have to launder and vacuum my entire life.

Right now he is flea free and before he goes and is hous guest, he is going to get re-treated because there will be no subleting allowed.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Bye, bye Olympics.

There are a lot fewer ads in the closing ceremony. I think the parade of nations took a lot less time, so many fewer athletes stuck around.

I feel obligated to watch this. I watched  a lot of the beginning of the games but really slacked off at the end, it seemed like all I saw was meaningless early heats and I never got to see any races that actually meant anything. I might have enjoyed watching some of the equestrian things or some of the gymnasts that were not ours - but I understand that these are not unusual or unspoken complaints. I am not the only one who would like to see other countries compete - I don't need to see them do everything because I don't care that much, but it might be nice to see a little of these other countries.

We did see some other countries compete but at dumb moments, why feature meaningless early heats in swimming with other countries when we could have been watching our gymnasts winning gold? I would much rather watch someone win a medal than televise winnowing down in prime time- while necessary, is  not really entertaining or particularly good use of TV time. They wondered why their ratings were so bad.

But we did so good! We won so much! and did some a great job. We have so much to be proud of.  Weren't our swimmers awesome? And our gymnasts? and our track people? Everyone we sent did us proud ( more or less).  It was a terrific games for us. Screw you Trump. America wins, we are winners. We won over and over and over. Screw you.

But at the same time - why so much beach volley ball? They played for two full weeks! Did we need forty games? No!  Come on! We played those games because TV  liked seeing the women play in bikinis and the guys oiled up. Did every country have a team or three? Do we need beach volleyball as a medal sport? Do we need volley ball as a medal sport period? I think need to rethink some priorities.  Ping Pong?

I'm going to miss the summer games though. We always kick so much ass in the summer games, next up is the Pyeongchang 2018 Winter Games  .

Friday, August 19, 2016

Friday Cats Blogging

Inside Tiny's Head

Tiny is now a year old! As of last Monday, Yay for Tiny!! Now he is a man!

However. Tiny is still a small cat. His mouth is very small, his head is very small, what is inside his head is  very small. He is not the smartest animal I've ever shared space with. I think Tex would have hidden his food from him for his own good, dumb animals don't last long in an environment that doesn't make allowances for them .

Here is Tiny after exploring the basement

He was meowing and crying! I thought I had accidently left him locked in the basement.

I had not. He just couldn't figure out how to get the door open.

I freed him and left him in the entry way, again, with the door open, while I was in the kitchen. He still couldn't get out, even with the door even more open!

Soooooo cuuuuttteeee. So not very smart.

Totally off topic, but here is the house with the new porch lights

Thursday, August 18, 2016