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Monday, January 30, 2006
Death, Traveling and Smelly Food
According to this, I'm going to die in February 2048, at the age of 72. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Particularly when The Boy's family lives FOREVER.
We are officially booked for our honeymoon! Two weeks (16 days, actually) on a Trafalgar tour through England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales. With two full days in London before the trip starts. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! I'm so excited! This is like heaven for me, the Anglophile. I am jittery with excitement. Also, The Boy keeps pointing out that we've never flown together, and quizzing me on my flight style with 'what if' situations. What if there were a screaming baby? What if we lost altitude? How would you react??
Walking through our pretty small office building/bungalow during lunchtime is like an olfactory minefield. We are situated closest to the microwave, and let me tell you--in case you didn't know--people eat some stinky foods. Whew. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the ethnic foods, and trying new things, and being good about eating leftovers. I just wish people wouldn't do it HERE, where we all work, and I rarely leave my desk.
Stephanie 1:34 PM
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
"I know, I know, I'm gorgeous. Stare if you must."
So we drugged her with 'nip to mellow her out. Don't judge.
"I'm watching you. Be afraid. Be very afraid."
Look at that gaping maw. Is it any wonder that Max is afraid??
Actually, here's The Max looking pretty relaxed. An uneasy truce? That would be nice.
By the way, we've opted to go with the name Inari
for the former Boo. Inari is a Japanese goddess. Of rice and sharp implements, such as swords. Don't ask me how one gets to be a goddess of two such diverse things. I'm not one, so I don't have a clue.
We use the name ironically because of course Ini had her claws ripped right on out as a wee babe (we are not pro-declawing, obviously). Apart from that, though, we just think it's a beautiful name and she seems less indifferent to it than the 75 other names we tried.
Stephanie 4:39 PM
Monday, January 23, 2006
Foster Parenting is Hard!
The Boy and I have become foster parents for a little girl who finds herself down-on-her luck. She will be with us for at least two months and I really hope we turn out to be good parents to her.
Here she is--now that she will come out from under the bed or hiding out in the back of the closet:
Wait. You thought we had a CHILD!? Are you kidding me? We're not ready for that kind of responsibility! This little girl has shown us that.
Her 'birth' name is Boo, but I think that's just a ridiculous name (I cringe whenever I have to call her). Should she stay with us, she will be dubbed something more interesting and clever.
I hope that we turn out to be good foster parents. She seems to be adjusting okay, but I'm fairly certain that in typical foster situations you don't have to worry about the newcomer stalking and smacking the original child at every given opportunity--at least, I hope not.
It's an interesting dynamic with old cat/new cat. Max (our cat) is a very sweet, dim and not very aggressive cat. He is, in fact, the original Scaredy Cat. Boo, on the other hand, is definitely the aggressor. She will wait around the corner, just to scare him. Last week our big concern was that Max was pestering her mercilessly, following her around like a devoted puppydog. This week it's making sure that she doesn't bite Max or run him into a wall (she backed him into a corner last night--literally).
Aw, well, I guess it's good for us to learn these things now before we bring our own big pink hairless cats* into the household and face the challenges that will bring!
She can't be doing too poorly if I can catch a picture like this, right?*that is to say, babies
Stephanie 2:47 PM
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Someone Nominate This Woman for Mother of the Year -- Stat!"My Child is an Honor Student at XXX School".
Seen on the freeway today:
A bumpersticker proclaiming,
And the license plate frame of the same car,"If you're going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair."
Stephanie 9:43 AM
Friday, January 13, 2006
Is This What Working at Home
Looks Like for Most People?
Hours of marketing work requires a nap!
Max turns his attention to email
Getting sleepy again
Are we done yet?
Stephanie 9:19 AM
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Happy New Year"So then, as the new year races to engulf us all, perhaps this is what you can choose, this is what you resolve to understand: that the Great Battle continues. The great surge toward enlightenment and evolution must go on, will go on, can't not go on, as those of us who choose to see it understand that we are already reeking gleaming teeming brimful with all the divine juicy godhead we will ever need. It is merely waiting to be, quite literally, turned on."
Have you heard of Mark Morford yet? You should. He is witty, perceptive and on-target about 99% of the time.
(I will say that at times he can be a bit crude, but the message is so right.)
Here's a tidbit for the new year:
Read the whole article here
and I think you'll understand what I mean.
Stephanie 10:10 AM