Persuade me

There is nothing quite like reading or watching Persuasion for the millionth time. Quite amusing really, especially considering the main character is 27, unmarried, and ridiculed occasionally by her father for that fact. Nothing like life imitating art, eh?

Speaking of art, I have photos! It only took me a few weeks to get them up, and I've only added in the ones that have people in them (mostly). A few more are still on the way, I just got lazy through the editing process.

Just click on the picture. For now I need to attend to my kitten who is acting quite a bit like this fellow:

I felt like this exactly 1,727 days ago. Just sayin.

So, I've officially turned 27, as of a month ago today. It was celebrated in high fashion, complete with tiara and sparkly cake. Dizzyland is a fantastic place to turn back the clock by 20 years to just be a child again.

Well, a child who can have a mid-afternoon cocktail if the mood so strikes.

Next year, London! I've decided that a 10 year anniversary trip is in high order. Not sure exactly what will be planned quite yet, though the absolute must will be going to Belgo's Centraal on my birthday night. The last time was a cliche in ships passing in the night and all that. We'll see what happens this time.

I'm excited already! Anyone want to come with?

The Javalina Hunt has also been and gone, with a truly magical group of brilliant women flaming puffies and laughing into the wee hours of the morning. I met my kindred spirit over that particular weekend, who happens to live on the exact opposite corner of this specific country. I'm still trying to decide how that can best be fixed (Miss you Blue!)

Maybe a tesseract is in order? What say you, Mrs. Which, Mrs. Who, & Mrs. Whatsit?

Oh. I have so much more to say, but cough syrup is getting in the way. Funny how codeine can do that. Bronchitis has me sounding like a cracked-out version of Ms. Piggy, which can only mean it's time to put myself to bed and hope tomorrow I feel like stirring from the couch for more than 2 minutes at a time.

P.S. - What the hell is up with y@utube's annoying commercials popping up in the middle of a video? Before, okay. After, fine. But, seriously, in the middle? Really? Are they so desperate to sneak advertising in they have to ruin my music video obsession? Okay, rant over. Thanks for listening. Bisou!

The most important question a girl could ask herself on vacation

2 weeks ago I set off on a grand adventure to see one of my best friends from high school get married. Happy endings really do come true and all of that.

In the course of the 5 days I was in Washington, a truly important question came up.

Should I even bother to shave my legs?

I mean, really? We were on vacation. Boyfriends either didn't exist, were out to sea, or off on a foray to Snohomish, so that wasn't a reason.

And then we met him.

McYummy as we came to call him within the first 30 minutes (If you're a Grey's Anatomy fan you'll get the reference) was the photographer/keep the bridal party happy guy at the place Tam & R were getting married. We went in that Monday for the rehearsal and had to practically be dragged away to the rehearsal dinner on the other side of town. That night, back at the hotel room, 3 girls would have been furiously waxing, exfoliating, and generally looking ridiculous if our room hadn't been invaded by the groom & groomsmen (we finally kicked them out at midnight).

Tuesday, the wedding day, started off with grumbles for coffee & cigarettes. But, like Pavlov's Dog, we stood at attention & became giggling messes the moment McYummy's voice was heard resonating through the house we were getting Tam ready in. If we had had tails, they would have wagged. A lot.

Our collective reaction served as a fantastic distraction for the bride, since every time she started to get nervous McYummy would sail through the door & 3 heads would turn simultaneously. I'm told it was quite amusing. It's really too bad he has a girlfriend, or Jimi would have packed him up in the trunk & taken him back to the other side of Washington.

On second thought, we avoided kidnapping charges, so yay for him being taken!

Missing kitty report

I was wrong, Miko is not incarcerated. She has now been placed on every missing kitty report known to North Co S.D., but considering my neighbors statement that he saw 2 huge coyotes in the area behind our adjoining yards the other day, I'm really not holding my breath.

That makes 2 cats in 3 weeks.




I hate coyotes.

Incarcerated Kitty

When I got home from work last night, I let my kitty, Miko, out as usual. She frolicked in and out for a bit, but when it came time to come in she was nowhere to be found. There I was, shaking her treat canister at 2am calling her silly little nicknames, to no avail.

So, this afternoon imagine my shock to find out that my kitty was not strolling about the neighborhood, but was in face incarcerated:

Miko's Booking Photo:



She already has that hardened criminal look to her face.

By the time I had discovered her dirty little secret, it was too late. Bail will have to be posted tomorrow, with a stern lecture & collar avec bell to follow. Perhaps even a tracking chip.

What I'd like to know, is how did she end all the way over in C-bad? Is she part of a cat gang I don't know about? Perhaps kitty boot camp is necessary?

Only time will tell.

Heat wave

I'm all hot & sweaty today, but not in a good way. It seems the dreaded yearly heat wave has hit SoCal. It's a time of running from air conditioned car to air conditioned work. It's a time I'm so happy to be in a climate controlled building I'll happily volunteer for overtime just to stay away from the heat. It's a time you'll find me laying on the tile floor downstairs gasping for air like a fish out of water.

The last one was a bit of an exaggeration, but a little too close to the truth for comfort.

I probably should have been up hours ago cleaning & generally getting ready for the bachelorette party half-week my 3 best friends from high school & I are having, starting tomorrow. My best girls are flying down from Washington (where we all went to school together) tomorrow morning. We'll start out the week(end) in LA, followed by a few days of frolicking around the area I call home. Finally I'll send them all home, slightly hung over, Saturday night. So, today I need to clean, dust, polish, and make beds.

Instead I think I'll go get my nails done. Cleaning can always be done afterwards.

Maybe I'll post pictures here in a few days once they've gone home. That's if they don't impose the same 'no photo' ban on me they did the last time we had a weekend like this. That was the weekend the cops were called on us for being 'suspicious persons' down by the dock.

Good times.

Seriously?

Mini rant.

Inquiring minds would like to know, is there some giant button that lights up in bright neon whenever its time for my ex to randomly text message me at odd hours of the night? Granted, everyone knows I work late hours, but since I haven't actually talked to this particular person in months, I doubt he has any idea of what my current hair color is, much less my schedule.

Unless he facebook stalks me.

Which would just be funny, and slightly sad.

But, even worse is the brief flurry of 9 text messages have me close to tears, and I don't even know why.

Bah, it's time for bed.