Biff

I'm house sitting two cats. One is named Biff who lives in the house and one was dropped off who was only named fatty fat cat out of lack of a better name. I think naming fat cats Garfield must be copyrighted. Biff hates Fatty and this is the conversation I picture them having.

Spencer informs me that this isn't really funny and no one else would probably laugh at it. I'm still laughing and that's good enough.

I still don't have a camera. These pictures are taken with my computer camera. It doesn't do the fat cat justice. This cat is huge.

Stop pestering the birds

Every playground harbors an behavior insurrectionist. (look I can use big words!)
Like the people who tell children not to chase the birds. I understand overly bulky birds like peacocks , chickens or turkeys who cannot fly well, but what child could hurt a raven or seagull? I'm sure they are annoyed about being chased away from the picnickers, but really, how many times have you seen this? Once there was a boy throwing sand down at the ground. He was fascinated with the rocks that would sink into the sand and some that would bounce. A mother (who only had girls) saw the boy and followed him around saying, "We don't throw dirt."
Well, yes, maybe you don't throw dirt but he does, and he's really enjoying it.

Dream Issue

So Spencer has been reading to me while I work on craft projects.
He's always wanted me to read George R. R. Martin's, Throne of fire and ice raven song dragon dance. That's not the name, I don't remember it and I don't really care to, because that's not important. Spencer disagrees. He likes to use his superior useless information to ask me things like which movie Admiral Acht-barr is from.
So last night I had a dream that I was a character in the book.
I was a character named Aria. I was trapped with an evil Count.
Hot Pie (a character, not an actual pie, though there needs to be more pastries in my dreams) rides in on a Pegasus and rescues me. I ask the pony "How did you know to rescue me?"
"I am enchanted, " says the talking Pegasus. "A sorceress made it so that I am cut whenever I need to go help someone."
I notice now the scars all over the horse's back. "Which one is from me?" I ask.
"Which one looks the most painful?" the Pegasus responds
I notice a gash with lemon wedges stuck inside and figure that one must be mine.
I totally didn't care, Phfft, walk it off talking pony-bird.

Food Post

I was reading in the other room, Adia came up to me with a big smile holding her hands out for me to receive what she held. She wiped her vomit into my hands, smiled and walked out.
I didn't know she had thrown up and it was really gross thst she wanted to share.
This morning Spencer caught Adia feeding her breakfast to her doll.

pepe

Somehow my grandma managed to get a hold of the ugliest doll in the world. he looks like poop with white pants. More specifically like a rejected E.T. doll dipped in gloss. He use to have a sombrero but that was lost in the move.

When my grandma was put into a nursing home my dad found it amongst her many dolls she would fix up and give to "the poor kids." I put that in quotations because that is how she worded it.
My dad and lil sis have a tradition of placing the doll in where the other will unfortunately find it, In my dad's top drawer or on lil sis's night stand watching her as she sleeps.
Each morning while I've been staying at my parent's house my baby will pick up pepe and give him a hug.


Family photo minus Spencer.

Ear Candy

Spencer: I hate when I see a movie and the characters are nothing that I pictured.
Me: Yeah like when you read Tyrion in the George R. R. Martin books. You make him with such a whiny voice. I guess that is probably closer to what he would sound like. But I still picture him looking like that sexy dwarf from LotR.
Spencer: Yeah... that worries me. When you think Gimli is hot, I wonder how I compare.

My sister and I went to Kinder Britches today and after buying head bands we found adorable tights that were too much money. After coveting, we gave up and started to leave.
The store owner stopped my sister and handed her a pair. "I went into this business to make people happy," she says. She handed me a pair too.
I can't explain how elated I am. As we were walking away my sister realized she forgot the plastic dress up jewelry she bought at the store. We decided it might be bad taste to go back and ask for it.

Ponies ponies ponies

squeel! Everyone, we need to get a herd of these going soon!
I haven't been this excited since my own child started walking

No this is more exciting.

words that hurt

So many problems from words. For instance I thought I wanted to see The Spirit cause Will Eisner is classic but Frank Miller, yuck. I finally saw a trailer and my head hurt the story looks like a lonely middle school kid wrote it.
My dad recently had a problem with words.
My parents and I decided to take a walk to Country Village a tacky farm craft tourist trap in Bothell, so that Adia could see the ducks. There was a little girl with tiger face paint on. My dad points out "Hey look, a Tigger!" Referring to the beloved coffee lovin pooh charter. Instantly my dad cringes on the choice of words. The family who are of African decent, do not smile and my dad is hoping they didn't mishear him, "Um.. nice face paint," he tries to save.