scuppa: check this out :)

I think the one on the chocolate cupcake is the cutest :)

This guy (a Jr. meteorologist, I think) on the local news station totally looks like a chipmunk. He has the cheeks *and* the teeth for it.

So I'm going to try to put more things down "on paper" so that I can get them out of my head.

This isn't always easy because I self-edit too much. I have to, though, and sometimes that isn't ideal for actually saying much to anyone.

*sigh*

I'll say it again, she's the most unusually patterned cat I've ever seen. She's beautiful. If we could have another cat I'd've adopted her, too. She's a lot bigger than Comet (part of his appeal was that he's a small boy), but she's playful and snuggly and adorable.

Meet Darla:



( Two more. )

I never did post pictures of the two girls we adopted in February, also from The Cat House.

They're ( Jasmine )



And ( Taylor )



Though I'll admit they're cutest ( together )

They're both from a 2004 cat raid in Lincoln where 4 cats became 140+ in 4-5 years. They've adjusted pretty well to living here. Jasmine is a little roly-poly butterball and Taylor thinks she's a princess at times. They both seem to like Comet well enough. Cass is somewhat accepting of the lot of them while Flower wishes they'd all Just. Go. Away. Now.

One thing you have to realise is that they're ~ 5 and 6 years old and neither is taller than Comet who is only 6mo (and small for his size.) They're compact girls. Taylor is around 5.5lbs and Jasmine is around 6. Comet weighed in at 4lbs 12oz at the vet on Wed, so they're bigger than he, but quite small due to being so inbred etc.

Meet Comet, a 6mo brown tabby DSH that came to us via my volunteering at The Cat House and was officially a gift from minion_slw for our 4yr anniversary :)






( Mas kitteh. )

I hadn't heard of it. Check it out. Pass it along.

Psst sheepi83... look at this. :)

Your newest DJ, Heather, sounds like she just got off the bus from some stereotypical SoCal location. I mean, like, ohmygod, could you please find a DJ that doesn't, like, talk like a stuck-up Valley Girl?

You're, like, idiots.
No love,
-me-

In regards to your new commercial: it's the *farther* you live across town not the *further* you live across town.

Furthermore (starting to see how that works?), stop trying to ripoff other smarter, cooler commercials.

That is all,
-me-

Yay, Eddie is on Stewart!

I really really do like LJ's "track this" option. I've been using it a lot. It's very nifty (except for when the lil pop-up box option to track some things comes up blank and you have to hit the 'more options' link, but that's ok little LJ *patpat*)

I'm not dead.
That is all.

The Vietnam War Zippo

Not all have pictures, but of those that do these two struck me the most:

We came because
We believe
We leave because
We are disillusioned
We come back because
We are lost
We die because
We are committed
         -
We are the
     Unwilling
Led by the
     Unqualified
Doing the
     Unnecessary
For the
     Ungrateful

( Pics of my LJ Peeps )


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I took a nice fall tonight while in the early stages of making dinner. Bare feet + puddle from an ice cube I gave the cat earlier = flattened loh.

It felt bad enough and seemed bad enough to merit an ER visit so after staying down long enough to not be dizzy when I sat up, figuring out how to get up off the floor and what to take with us, and dressing appropriately, off we went.

They did what I figure is the standard stuff. Took 3 x-rays. Baffled the PA because my pain wasn't where it usually is for people who do that and that I didnt have any other injuries (in ways I am very, very lucky... if I'd slipped 6in or so farther back I would've hit my head either on the counter or on the corner of the kitchen wall, along with a multitude of other things I could've been doing or carrying) I'm neither short nor small so really it's amazing that I've never seriously hurt anything when I've fallen.

The verdict is a sprained ankle. It has an air splint on it, I'm RICEing, and I have pain pills. I can hobble fairly well. It's hard to tell what the pain really feels like, but I suppose in the morning I'll have a better idea. I just hope it's mostly tolerable by Monday. I know bad sprains take a long time to heal. To be honest it doesn't feel like a sprain because sprains are really tender, and it doesnt feel that way at all. It's more of a relatively low, dull burny ache.

I'm kicking around the idea of seeing an Orthopedist just to get some reevaluation, but I don't know. It's funny since when I went to the ER the last time, during the early stages of my blood clot misdiagnoses, they did the same things with the same diagnosis when I KNEW it wasn't a sprained ankle. At least this time I know I fell down and I know it got bent a way it shouldn't have. Heh.

I got praised for my free-write work for class yesterday. The prof likes my style and my wry sense of humour. This, of course, means that I can't do any more of that since once I get praised for such things I just... can't... do it anymore. While my brain seems to have shut down a bit in regards to carrying through with this paper, I think I'll be able to get back into it. Hopefully things will come together before Sunday night since it's due Monday morning.

I bought a 10lb sledgehammer today.

This makes me happy.

I'm a girl with a power tool... or rather, a tool of power. It gives me the tingles.

*grin*