Friday, August 01, 2003
My cat empire has expanded! Currently, I have double the normal amount of furry creatures under my control. Ah, the power... I am taking care of the three misfits known collectively as "Heather's cats" and also Dana's little hellions. Dana's hellion Scout seems to forgotten the foster mother who nursed her from kittenhood (oh, wait, that was Elsa..) Well, she forgot Elsa (her biological (cat) mother), too! Ah, how quickly the little ones grow up and forget us...
Shannon did not really do the eerie story of Phantom's empathy justice... Yesterday, a downtrodden and depressed Shannon came over after her doctor's appointment. She splat herself down on the bed in a depressed heap (an all too familiar sight in my apartment...) Phantom, shaking off her phenobarbital haze, waddled over, struggled up on the bed, and flopped down next to Shannon. Then, she reached out to pat Shannon with her paw several times before resting her it lightly on Shannon's arm in a comforting gesture. It was so extremely cute. As with the saintly late Princess Diana, suffering has apparently heightened Phantom' compassion.
Not that I am bitter, but I was lying in a depressed heap for hours that morning with no noticeable reaction from Phantom...
Guess what!? I am the inaugural president of Spinsters with Cats! I am not sure whether I am up to the responsibility, but greatness was thrust upon me in a unanimous vote. For my leadership mantra, I call to mind the wise words of Stanislaw Lem - "Cannibals prefer those who have no spines."
The Spinsters with Cats website and blog are coming soon, as soon as our inaugural webmaster gets off her spinsterish butt and makes them. We are working on SWC t-shirts and I am going to propose that we wear the shirts and pants with stretchy waistlines to every meeting. But, the president only has so much power... I suspect that the other members do not embrace their spinsterhood enough to start wear stretch pants. I tried on a rather dashing pair today at J.C. Penny's...
Not that I am bitter, but I was lying in a depressed heap for hours that morning with no noticeable reaction from Phantom...
Guess what!? I am the inaugural president of Spinsters with Cats! I am not sure whether I am up to the responsibility, but greatness was thrust upon me in a unanimous vote. For my leadership mantra, I call to mind the wise words of Stanislaw Lem - "Cannibals prefer those who have no spines."
The Spinsters with Cats website and blog are coming soon, as soon as our inaugural webmaster gets off her spinsterish butt and makes them. We are working on SWC t-shirts and I am going to propose that we wear the shirts and pants with stretchy waistlines to every meeting. But, the president only has so much power... I suspect that the other members do not embrace their spinsterhood enough to start wear stretch pants. I tried on a rather dashing pair today at J.C. Penny's...
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
The loss of a friend and then a beloved is bad enough, but fate has dealt Sarah an especially cruel blow today when the cat knocked over one of her most prized possessions - one of her brown big bellied lamps. It clunked against the computer and broke to pieces. It and its big bellied twin were always going to be the centerpieces of my new cool pad that one fine day when I develop some taste and redecorate... Had time to catch the lamp but was too apathetic after the funeral. So, I watched it fall. Sorry my big bellied friend. We will be together again soon enough. Guide me in the selection of your replacement from above. Say hello to the Pinkys for me.
Monday, July 28, 2003
I got my first guestbook flame!
"Sarah, this is pathetic. No one cares about your boring life." From an anonymous writer. This is the first evidence that my blog was read by someone I don't actually know (since any of my friends (already known to have expressed the same sentiments) would just sign their names, I would think...) Could be a family member, though. They are a kind of weaselly bunch.
Watch out, 'cause it is getting more boring by the moment...
Tonight is the second ever meeting of "Spinsters with Cats." For the first meeting, the requirements for membership were:
1. Ownership of at least one cat.
2. Attainment of age 30.
3. Confirmed spinsterhood.
The idea for "Spinsters with Cats" was born long ago but tensions in the group arose over the name "Spinsters with Cats" and lack of organization. At the first meeting, I personally wanted to drink a lot of booze, adopt bylaws and talk about cats and spinsterhood. The other two attendees didn't drink anything and did not seem to want to talk specifically about cats and spinsterhood. They have not been invited to the second meeting. There is a new requirement for invitation to the group. You have to simply love the name "Spinsters with Cats" and you have to relish discussions of spinsterhood and cats (I mean, hence the name...)! Also, you have to like silly group formalities like adopting by-laws, making t-shirts and electing officers. Two good things came out of the first meeting however. I was introduced to the world's best cleaning product (and the only product that lives up to its advertising claims) Resolve carpet cleaner and I was inspired to adopt a couple of homeless cats from the parking lot (mixed blessing...).
A few years ago I was visiting an old friend of my now deceased grandmother and she was telling me about a social club she and my grandmother started when they were young. I can't remember the purpose of the group, but each time they met they would sign the meeting book. The reason I remember the book is because I thought it was so weird that they all signed their names as "Mrs. My Husband's Name." For example, my grandfather's name was Lacy Hibbs so my grandmother signed as "Mrs. Lacy Hibbs." So, I think that I am going to get a fancy guestbook for tonight and we can all sign with our prospective husbands' names! I am sure that Dana will be Mrs. Colin Farrell. I, of course, will sign as Mrs. Bill Gates since we all know that Sarah is opposed to the practice of changing to one's husband's name unless the husbo is old Bill... Of coures, I am not hoping for the demise of the current Mrs. Bill Gates or anything like that...
"Sarah, this is pathetic. No one cares about your boring life." From an anonymous writer. This is the first evidence that my blog was read by someone I don't actually know (since any of my friends (already known to have expressed the same sentiments) would just sign their names, I would think...) Could be a family member, though. They are a kind of weaselly bunch.
Watch out, 'cause it is getting more boring by the moment...
Tonight is the second ever meeting of "Spinsters with Cats." For the first meeting, the requirements for membership were:
1. Ownership of at least one cat.
2. Attainment of age 30.
3. Confirmed spinsterhood.
The idea for "Spinsters with Cats" was born long ago but tensions in the group arose over the name "Spinsters with Cats" and lack of organization. At the first meeting, I personally wanted to drink a lot of booze, adopt bylaws and talk about cats and spinsterhood. The other two attendees didn't drink anything and did not seem to want to talk specifically about cats and spinsterhood. They have not been invited to the second meeting. There is a new requirement for invitation to the group. You have to simply love the name "Spinsters with Cats" and you have to relish discussions of spinsterhood and cats (I mean, hence the name...)! Also, you have to like silly group formalities like adopting by-laws, making t-shirts and electing officers. Two good things came out of the first meeting however. I was introduced to the world's best cleaning product (and the only product that lives up to its advertising claims) Resolve carpet cleaner and I was inspired to adopt a couple of homeless cats from the parking lot (mixed blessing...).
A few years ago I was visiting an old friend of my now deceased grandmother and she was telling me about a social club she and my grandmother started when they were young. I can't remember the purpose of the group, but each time they met they would sign the meeting book. The reason I remember the book is because I thought it was so weird that they all signed their names as "Mrs. My Husband's Name." For example, my grandfather's name was Lacy Hibbs so my grandmother signed as "Mrs. Lacy Hibbs." So, I think that I am going to get a fancy guestbook for tonight and we can all sign with our prospective husbands' names! I am sure that Dana will be Mrs. Colin Farrell. I, of course, will sign as Mrs. Bill Gates since we all know that Sarah is opposed to the practice of changing to one's husband's name unless the husbo is old Bill... Of coures, I am not hoping for the demise of the current Mrs. Bill Gates or anything like that...
Saturday, July 26, 2003
Okay. This is the absolute, last, final draft, unless one of you readers has some feedback...
The Hairball Cat...
The Hairball Cat...
Oh blog, oh blog, why I have forsaken you... Erm, I know why! I have developed an unhealthy obsession for editing the The Hairball Cat! I tried to resist the impulse to work on it today but my resolved quickly dissolved and I changed the color of the kitten and made it a little bigger since Robert said it looked like a rat. I am just going to reload those five pictures and that is it!!! No more for the day. I have to move on to more important activities like reading my book or writing email messages.
My co-worker asked about a sequel and I had an intriguing thought about the hairball cat emerging from the trashcan for revenge, but that is going to have to wait for another day. Despite the childish look of my pictures, the creation process is very taxing on Sarah. Coworker Paul gave me my first every literary review on his blog!!!!
My co-worker asked about a sequel and I had an intriguing thought about the hairball cat emerging from the trashcan for revenge, but that is going to have to wait for another day. Despite the childish look of my pictures, the creation process is very taxing on Sarah. Coworker Paul gave me my first every literary review on his blog!!!!
Friday, July 25, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
My love for my blog is returning now that I can see my updates! Who knew that my attachment was so reliant on the instant gratification of seeing my words published on the Internet... Another reason for the scarcity of updates is that I have been diligently working on my illustrating my masterwork "The Hairball Cat." Since many of your are probably giddy with anticipation, I will give you a brief preview...
Part of the problem is that I have not been able to view my new blog entries at work. I type them in and post them but then can't see them on the site. Paul figured out that it has something to do with the network at work since he could see our updates at home. Robert managed to serve (yet again) by telling me to hit Ctrl and then F5 to make the server update the site (or something like that...) It worked! Even a differently-abled (erm...very special) squirrel finds a nut every now and then!
This morning I went shopping at Kroger to get some cheese ravioli. My normal shopping haunt (Cub Foods) does not have any without meat sauce. Turns out, neither does Kroger. So, I didn't get my cheese ravioli but I did impulse buy as really cheap quilt with little birds on it. So, the trip was productive anyway.
This morning I went shopping at Kroger to get some cheese ravioli. My normal shopping haunt (Cub Foods) does not have any without meat sauce. Turns out, neither does Kroger. So, I didn't get my cheese ravioli but I did impulse buy as really cheap quilt with little birds on it. So, the trip was productive anyway.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
I am livin' up to the name of my blog this morning!!!
Dana has been granted an extension to Monday at midnight to approach her "hi" man and ask him out. I suggested that she might try a few drinks to stiffen her nerve (the one skinny one) but she wondered if that would be appropriate at work. I told her to ask Sh*nn*n for her opinion on proper etiquette in the workplace. If she doesn't know she can always find out. Being on a first name basis with everyone in HR has to have some advantage...
Not much as been said about the yeasties lately. This is not because Sarah has not been living in fear of the them. Sarah longs for her old life with the bottle and the snackcake...
Dana has been granted an extension to Monday at midnight to approach her "hi" man and ask him out. I suggested that she might try a few drinks to stiffen her nerve (the one skinny one) but she wondered if that would be appropriate at work. I told her to ask Sh*nn*n for her opinion on proper etiquette in the workplace. If she doesn't know she can always find out. Being on a first name basis with everyone in HR has to have some advantage...
Not much as been said about the yeasties lately. This is not because Sarah has not been living in fear of the them. Sarah longs for her old life with the bottle and the snackcake...
Friday, July 18, 2003
Really have to pee..
No toilet paper: there's spam..
Got yeast infection.
SPAM Goddess™ , iluv@spam.com
Spamville
From spamhaiku.com
February 12, 2003
No toilet paper: there's spam..
Got yeast infection.
SPAM Goddess™ , iluv@spam.com
Spamville
From spamhaiku.com
February 12, 2003
Thursday, July 17, 2003
My blog is working again! That is good since after today's 2 1/2 coma nap I will probably be up for quite a bit... Much has been said (many unnice things...sniff sniff) about Sarah's propensity to sleep and lest my reading public think it ALL stems from laziness I will explain the different types of Sarah sleep....
The coma nap - A rare type of nap that most frequently occurs while driving or at work. Thought (by me) to be related to monthly female hormonal changes and low level motion sickness caused by driving. The nap manifests itself by an almost irresistible urge to flop my head down and clunk to sleep immediately. The coma nap is distinguished from the normal nap by the lack of need for a pillow over my head and the speed at which I fall asleep. I awake feeling somewhat refreshed after the coma nap and it does not interfere with my nighttime sleep as much as a totally unnecessary nap.
The "too painful to remain awake nap" - acute variety - I probably did not invent this... Nap taken in response to the bad or sad events of life. Nap theories - 1. Mental pain lasts for a limited time and sleeping might count for some of the time, thereby lessening total amount of pain suffered. 2. A nap is temporary suicide. Risks - 1. You will awake feeling chipper and then experience shock anew upon remembering the painful event. 2. If you sleep prematurely, you might not be able to sleep later when the pain is even worse.
Ooh, sleepy now... Must have correctly identified this afternoon's nap as a coma nap! More sleep news later! I still have quite a few to go... The sensual thrill nap (sadly extremely rare), the "too painful to remain awake nap" - low grade variety, the slug nap, the celebratory nap, etc.
The coma nap - A rare type of nap that most frequently occurs while driving or at work. Thought (by me) to be related to monthly female hormonal changes and low level motion sickness caused by driving. The nap manifests itself by an almost irresistible urge to flop my head down and clunk to sleep immediately. The coma nap is distinguished from the normal nap by the lack of need for a pillow over my head and the speed at which I fall asleep. I awake feeling somewhat refreshed after the coma nap and it does not interfere with my nighttime sleep as much as a totally unnecessary nap.
The "too painful to remain awake nap" - acute variety - I probably did not invent this... Nap taken in response to the bad or sad events of life. Nap theories - 1. Mental pain lasts for a limited time and sleeping might count for some of the time, thereby lessening total amount of pain suffered. 2. A nap is temporary suicide. Risks - 1. You will awake feeling chipper and then experience shock anew upon remembering the painful event. 2. If you sleep prematurely, you might not be able to sleep later when the pain is even worse.
Ooh, sleepy now... Must have correctly identified this afternoon's nap as a coma nap! More sleep news later! I still have quite a few to go... The sensual thrill nap (sadly extremely rare), the "too painful to remain awake nap" - low grade variety, the slug nap, the celebratory nap, etc.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Argh. I have having all sorts of problems with my blog! Fortunately, I can't get too indignant since it is free... But, still... I had to delete my old blog and create another one to solve the problem. I lost my classic post of about global warming and the mean people of Kiribati (well, just the residents of Tarawa) who might soon be underwater due to their treatment of me...well, and rising global temperatures.
I doubt this is going to work but I am gonna save this now...
I doubt this is going to work but I am gonna save this now...
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