Archive for March, 2008


Well, it is late and I really should be in bed. I went on WW but couldn’t think of anything to say. I need to go on Amazon to post a review of the book I just bought, but I don’t feel like it. I really have no idea what I wanted to post here, I just need to make long posts. I discussed this before.

I posted pictures of Abigail on Yahoo Booktalk and everyone thinks Abby is beautiful. One woman called Sassy a calico, humph. One who couldn’t open the Yahoo site I e-mailed the pics to, one of Abby and one of Sassy. She said Abby had beautiful markings and asked if Sassy was a torti. So some do know what is what. I also emailed the pictures to B___. She said Abby was pretty and that she remember Sassy, ‘she must be getting up there in years’. She is indeed. That reminds me of something I need to do before I go to bed.

I went to post a comment on my vacw’s website, but then I realized it would give him a link to this blog, so I deleted it.

Well, I think I have said enough. Good-bye for now.

House of cats



So I took another picture of Buddy and I am posting it here. I have no idea why, I have so many pictures of him. I just crack myself up when I see him sleeping in a funny position. When I saw him sleeping on the stairs on his side, with his arms crossed, I just had to run get my camera. Cell phone picture just would not do. Then this afternoon, I took my camera upstairs and took some pictures of Abigail. She is a very photogenic cat. Pictures of Sassy, she always looks a little spastic. Pictures of Abigail look like they should be on a post card. This picture I put on my phone and sent it to Tigger. He likes it and made it his wallpaper. Of course he tried to show me while I was driving. Considering I send text messages when I am driving I guess he thought it was ok.

chatty

I have an earworm. I believe that is the expression. There are ads for the show Tudor up in the subway, Henry the 8th. Now is it my imagination or is that guy toe curling, heart stopping, take my breath away, don’t kick him out of bed unless there is more room on the floor purdy? Anyway, now I have the song “‘Enry the 8th”, by Hermans Hermits (?) in my head (I’m En-e-ry the 8th I am, En-e-ry the 8th I am I am). You get the idea. So I have to think of Piano Man or something like that before I start singing this song out loud and driving myself and everyone in the room crazy.

On another note, I tried a different Greek Yogurt this morning ‘Chobani’. It was cheaper than Fage and it has fruit on the bottom. It was pretty good, sweeter than Fage but that might have been because of the fruit. I ate the yogurt off the top and put the fruit in my oatmeal. It was blueberry so now my oatmeal looks kind of icky. I like blueberries so I am sure I will like it.

I don’t know why I am so perky and verbose, considering I got to bed at midnight, am dead tired and have had nothing with caffeine in it yet. Maybe because I am making a conscience effort to not eat bread (I’m allergic to wheat) and have started going back to the gym, two times this week. Woo Hoo. Whatever it is I need to shut up and eat my breakfast. BBL

So now I know

I have to type really long posts. Otherwise my lists overtake my posts and I have to increase the number of my posts.

Last night I took a picture of Butterscotch, he was sleeping on his side with his front paws crossed. I don’t know why I took it, I just felt compelled. I have also been putting food out for the little torti that looks just like Sassy. I know I shouldn’t. She is really sweet, except she is also pretty wild, she has gotten calmer after we took Abby in. When I get a better picture of Abby I will post it, along with crossed leg Butterscotch.

I posted to Exercise Police and 20 +/- to go today. I haven’t in a long time. I need to, I can’t just post to Booktalk and Friends.

Tonight at the meeting they voted to change the nights. They changed to Wednesday! Can you believe it? Well, until orchestra is over Stitch, Gwen and I will be going to WF because they can’t just drop it. Gwen is all upset about it, but she calmed herself in the car on the way home.

I just created this stupid web page. Check it out. I don’t know if there is a way to update it. Or delete it.

Abby the window cat

Lost thoughts

I had something I was going to say, I remember thinking, I have to e-mail this to my blog so I can remember it, but that is all I remember. I don’t remember if I thought of something while waiting for the traffic on the bridge or a thought about the girl on the subway with her pants tied into her shoelaces. Or that I tried Fage yogurt for the first time today.

I have been reading British and Scottish authors and I think I am starting to think like them.

I was so mad last night about the governor, and today I have regained my calm. I keep telling myself, this is why man is not meant to rule.

From a Message board post:

Right before Spitzer’s wife stood up beside him I bet she told him, “You think you paid a lot to get screwwed by that hookker? Wait until my lawyers are done with you.”

At least that’s what I would have said.

Todays News

The Governor has been linked to a prostitution ring. This makes me mad, and I have no idea why. I shouldn’t care, but I do, I’m angry.

Sunday

I did not make it to the meeting. No one else was going so I didn’t get ready then they went but I was having cramps, so I didn’t go.

Last night it was very windy and we lost power about 7:45. We hardly ever lose power. When the power went out, I was on the computer and couldn’t figure out why the room was dark but the computer was on! OK so I had a brain freeze moment. M lit all her candles and everyone was carrying around their flashlights. I ended up going to bed at 9:00, Stitch was reading The Jungle Book, the original not the Disney version, by candlelight.

I was listing some books on Amazon to sell. Tigger brought down a whole stack of books, “We never read these, can we sell them?” Then he realized that with the shipping credit Amazon gives, you get more money than you ask for, so he tried to get me to sell a quarter for 15 cents. He is a total nut case. I am not a meanie, I speak the truth.

It is raining like crazy here. 9D is flooded so if we want to go to the mall we have to drive up Route 9. Tigger asked me if I have sold anything yet. Then he told me he was making pancakes. Very cool I told him. He agreed. Someday, I have to take a good picture of Abby.

Stitch loves driving

So I suppose I should say why I am mad at the Booktalk Posters. I was feeling like they were acting like a bunch of old ladies, I said Sassy had surgery and no one posted anything, normally they are all huggy, nothing, then I mention Abby and they are throwing advise at me like I asked for it! Well no thanks.

Now Stitch loves driving. It is his favorite thing. Well not really. D’s van has not been running so I have been getting dropped off and picked up and Stitch has driven my car almost every day this week. He even drove over the bridge and in Newburgh, while he was following D. It is almost scary.