Scared The Bejesus Outta Me

Last night I watched Deep Water which scared the bejesus outta me, and tonight I have chosen The Skeleton Key...I've not been a fan of horror movies as much anymore for about the past 10 years or more. One time I was addicted to them, and watched whatever came to the theatre, but my fondness for gross stuff just isn't there anymore. I do enjoy a good thriller though, and haunted house stories, particularly around Halloween...so if you hear distant screams, it's me, screaming out loud in the woods of the north...

I Won, I Won, Na Na Na Na Na Na

It would seem that our department is kind of into Halloween...sure, most places will put up a few things, put out some candy and occasionally someone will dress up. Not where I work...it got downright fierce into competitions sponsored by our social committee...best pumpkin carving, best team space decor, and the category won by yours truly - best costume! I've never won before, although I have often gotten compliments on my original/unusual costumes over the years.

This year, my agency team decided to decorate interactively...so up went the black garbage bags (so versatile, you know it) and a ton of decorations, and we got the spooky DOWN. Then came the choreography...oh yeah, they got into it! The group of 6 put together a 2 minute version of Michael's Jackson's Thriller video...it was tres cool...everyone dressed like zombies except for Michael aka Tim...quite the 'fro on the go and he could wiggle that skinny butt, as he spun to the music. So as the judges came into the team area, they all crawled out of different areas and swarmed Michael, and then he breaks out into dance with them (after throwing the babydoll in his arms over the balcony carelessly aside). After all, we have to add our flavour to it...

My costume was as the drunken homeless lady that lives at the graveyard, and official gatekeeper. I had a bit of shtick too, and I don't understand why, but the Newfoundland accent came out with it...go figure...my costume consisted of an old striped drape wrapped around me like a dress, an old jacket, a black scraggly wig, a knitted hat, gloves with the fingers cut out, and my props were a liquor bottle in a bag and an old sleeping bag. (some may remember what happened to the other one...) I had a skeleton topped staff to whack people with...I mean to accessorize.

When the judges (our agency lawyer, a probation officer, and an internal auditor) provided feed back, the reasoning for my winning was because it was original design, creative in character, and head to toe costume...and maybe a few more things...but I was stoked! I never won a contest for best costume before...awwww

So pics to follow, I forgot to get someone to take one of me with my own camera, but lots of others have some...I'll get my hands on them tomorrow.

so tonight I will hand out candy to the trick or treaters and snuggle with my black Halloween cat, Stormy...yeah, he looks fierce. I damn near dressed him up as a spider with pipe cleaner legs...that would REALLY embarrass him...

Just Because

Stop Me Before I Meme Again

borrowed from this blog...

3 smells I love:
1. natural smell of a man, no cologne
2. the ocean
3. rain

3 smells I hate:
1. curry
2. diesel fuel burning
3. cat piss

3 jobs that I have had in my life:
1. pinsetter
2. security guard, with dog
3. research assistant for a political science prof

3 movies that I could watch over and over:
1. Lonesome Dove
2. The Breakfast Club
3. The Shawshank Redemption
how can I possibly pare it down to just three...

3 fond memories:
1. camping in Cape Breton, both as a youth and and adult
2. seeing the Rolling Stones AND the Tragically Hip on the same day last year
3. hanging out at the Cramalott Inn on a warm summer night

3 jobs I dream (would love) to have:
1. novel writer
2. aid worker in Africa
3. actress

3 things I would like to do:
1. continue to travel the world
2. live abroad
3. ride an elephant

3 of my favorite food:
1. prime rib steak
2. italian pizza (good quality one, not that greasy shit you get at Pizza Hut)
3. roast chicken

3 places I would like to be in/at right now:
1. Rome
2. Thailand
3. Guatemala

3 things that make me cry:
1. good acting of an emotional part
2. stress
3. pain (nearly anyhow)

1. How often do you blog? Nearly every day, but sometimes I hit a block
2. Online Alias: lots of things, often with my real name in it, or a favorite word
3. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew? Probably, if the opportunity presented itself
4. What do you do most often when you are bored? I am rarely bored, but when I wish to pass the time, I often find myself playing online games, or watching one of a movie from my collection, and will often knit while watching
5. When bathing, which do you wash first? who the hell cares?
6. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? a few times, usually when travelling.
7. What color looks best on you? clean clothes
8. What’s your favorite alcoholic drink? Keith's Light, from the east coast!
9. Do you believe in heaven and hell as real places that we go to after we die? I haven't decided completely...
10. Do you find that you have more online friends than offline friends? most of my offline friends are also online...I don't keep track of numbers, just friends.
11. What was your favorite subject in school? literature, when they picked something interesting
12. Are you a perfectionist? um, sometimes...and it annoys the hell out of me. Some people take it as being controlling.
13. Do you spend more than you can afford? my name is ***** and I am a shopaholic...
14. Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before? In the words of Neil Young, better to burn out than to rust, though I'm feeling rather rusty right now...
15. Do you consider yourself creative? I certainly can be, when in the mood.
16. Do you give yourself the credit you deserve?I don't think about it a whole lot
17. Do you donate time or money to charities? Sometimes, and I also volunteer my time when I can.
18. Have you recently done something to yourself that you’ve criticized others for doing? who writes this shit?
19. What’s on your mind right now? Whether or not this damn movie is gonna freak me out too much to sleep tonight, out here in my cabin in the woods, in the dark, alone...

Shitrats To Leave Cabin In Woods Today

Well, the day has finally arrived...early I might add. A. has decided to take her shitrats aka McGee and Irelyn to her new apartment tonight. FINALLY! They have been tearing around all day here today, including more of the SCREEK SCREEK SCREEK. I shall not miss it. Nor the mounds of cat litter required to maintain 4 indoor felines. I shall certainly not miss the carousing in the wee hours of the morning by mr McGee either. Maybe the rest of us can finally get a good night's sleep again! He was pretty good last night but the night before, up and tearing around. So now everytime I see him napping I give him a little poke...just enough to rouse him. Take THAT.





Here sits little miss bitch aka Irelyn. And yes, that is the faint sun low in the sky behind her...

And then we have McGee who always seems to have that same look of surprise on his face..."who, me?"

Be patient felines, they'll be gone before the night is through. I think Stormy will really miss McGee though, as they played together all day long...and then groomed one another...

Thinned Patience

What an interesting phrase. Thinned patience. That's exactly how I feel today. No biggies, just the usual. A.'s fucking cats kept me up again last night. Sunday can't come soon enough...sigh. And how they keep me up is just plain ANNOYING. One of their favorite things to do is to root around in the litter box for hours on end...THEN the both like to run their claws down either the wall or the side of the litter box, with a SCREEK, SCREEK, SCREEK...imagine nails on a chaulkboard and you get the picture.

So with little sleep this past few weeks, my patience was already thin. Then I decide to head out to Rotten Ronnies for a breakfast meal on my coffee break at work. Could someone please explain to me why they put someone who can't fucking speak English on the drive through. The speaker is shitty enough without putting someone you can't understand on it. I can usually understand any accent, and have lived in very multicultural settings, surrounded by different languages and never really had a problem. This morning, I don't know what the hell she was talking about. So I told her that, and proceeded past both windows and left without my order. And yes, I did say "I don't know what the hell you are saying, forget it" and left. You can take your herro, may I herp you and stuff it. I went to Tim's instead and ordered from that immigrant. At least he could speak English.

Sigh. So by noon I had a headache, variety of reasons...and left to come home, taking off sick for the afternoon. Of course there was some dumb fuck in a truck in front of me, and for whatever bizzare reason, they don't have passing lanes in the Yukon. But they do have long turn lanes on the highway, so that becomes my passing lane...ZOOOOM...smell ya later. I just didn't have the patience to drive 60kms/hr all the way home behind him. The speed limit is 90kms/hr for pete's sake.

So here I sit at home, cooling off, and trying my best not to evict A.'s two cats. It is mostly the recent addition that annoys me in the daytime with her constant hissing, growling, screaming, and shredding of flesh...feline and human. Where's that bear at again...I might have a little snack for him...

25 Signs That You're All Grown Up

I've marked an X after the ones I personally identify with, lol...

1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them.
2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question. X
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge. X
4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed. X
5. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
6. You watch the Weather Channel.
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of "hook up" and "breakup." X
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14. X
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up."
10. You're the one calling the police because those fucking kids next door won't turn down the stereo. X
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you. X
12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up. X
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's leftovers.
15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
16. You take naps from noon to 6 PM.
17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one. X
18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach. X
19. If you're a gal, you go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests. X
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff."
21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
22. "I just can't drink the way I used to" replaces "I'm never going to drink that much again." X
23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar. X
25. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one to save your sorry old butt. Then you forward it to a bunch of old pals & friends 'cause you know they'll enjoy it & do the same.

BONUS: When you find out your friend is pregnant you congratulate them instead of asking "Oh S*$# What Happened??" X

On The Move Again

I'll be heading to new country next month...starting my new job on the 13th of November, in Northwest Territories. More money, less child protection investigations, and more community development opportunities. It's a small town, which is just fine by me right now. Now comes all the stuff that follows a job offer...moving, finding a house to live in, setting up services...busy, busy, busy! Follow me to the next chapter of my life...

Parenting - When Does It End?

I know, at death...I try not to think of that. What I mean is when can I relax and know that my daughter will be ok, and I don't have to worry about her anymore? Probably never. Here is an example...

My 20 year old child is driving her first car this year. On Friday we had some snow and she was driving home in it. Not a big deal...she drove on the east coast in nastier weather. She got home and told me of her ordeal...was picking up her cat at the airport that night and while driving around a large bend in the road, she was forced to stay in the tracks of others, and drive slow because it was quite slippery and (something the Yukon seems oblivious to is actually plowing their streets and highways...personally I do NOT understand their method - instead they just throw dirt on the road) a tractor trailer was coming in the opposite direction, and hogging the centre line, likely because it was difficult to tell where the hell the road was, since it wasn't plowed or sanded. What effect this had on A. was she was then forced to abandon the tracks of others and move over into freshly fallen snow...anyone could predict what happened next.

Slipping, sliding, spinning, sliding, some more spinning, and finally the tractor trailer had passed her, leaving her car a shuddering mass in its wake and A. was now facing the ditch's edge. How she did not get killed that night, I do not know. She said she spun several times around and thought for sure she was going to be smoked by the truck. When she finally got to a halt, the cat let out a tiny "mewl" and that was it.

So, knowing that she nearly met her maker on Friday night, she called from her boyfriend's place on Saturday night, earlier on to say that she was going to be coming home again tonight, but not until later. Fine. It's still snowing but she will take her time. SHE DOESN'T COME HOME. As a parent who has a child who just told her of the nightmare from the night before, would you be worried? OF COURSE!

Now, she did tell me she was going to be watching movies with the b/f so I did have it in the back of my mind that if she didn't come home, she likely fell asleep watching movies...she doesn't have much of an attention span sometimes and will fall asleep anywhere. However, I fretted all night until at 2am I couldn't take it anymore and went to bed. The very least she could have done was CALLED ME to let me know that she is in fact, alive. I had even contemplated going out looking for her car in the ditch along the way, but I'm no fool. My car was buried in snow and the road conditions no better. The hospital has me as her next of kin, and they hadn't called (see where a mother's mind goes?) and neither had the police. Of course, I didn't sleep well and waited until I couldn't stand it anymore in the morning and called her boyfriend's place. My heart leapt when one of his roomies said her car wasn't there. Then I asked for more information and found out she went to work that morning...ok then, still alive.

I think I would have rather that she didn't tell me her story from Friday night.

I don't think that parenting ends until either you or they expire. Oh me nerves...I am turning into my mother...

no I'm not...I am just worrying about my only child.

New Bitch In Town

Irelyn arrived safely last night. Against her owner's wishes, the airline saw fit to feed and water her in her cage, so she was full of food and water and urine when she arrived. Dumb asses. It ws only a 3 hour flight, she would have been better off without it. She had quite a ride, including the one in the car home from the airport...it snowed last night and A. took quite a spin after being forced to the side of the road by a roadhogging transport truck coming the other way. She's ok, but the both of them got quite a fright!

We decided to segregate her kitty for the night as there was much growling and hissing and she needed some space to clean herself up, so put her in the bathroom (my only room with a door other than the storage closet) with food, water, and litter. She didn't touch any of it, but was laying in the kitty bed we put in there for her when I got up this morning.

She is still pretty upset this morning, and the pecking order is being re-established once again. I know that cats like to have some height while doing this and she wouldn't want to be cornered in the bathroom, so I coaxed the others out into kitchen with treats and put Irelyn on the stairs going up to the loft. She seemed ok with this and before long, took off upstairs and is now sitting at the railing looking downstairs at the living room, growling and hissing at her subjects below. The other cats clearly will be submitting to her for a while until she settles down. She is a former street cat rescued from the SPCA, so has the fighting skills of a ninja warrior.

So today will be spent observing and running interference if necessary while they settle things out between the four of them.

I can't fucking believe I have four cats in the house now...

Friday 13th. ooo, I am scared.

• I trashed my car on the 401 highway west of Toronto on Friday 13th 6 years ago today. I was pissed. What the hell was I doing on that stupid highway at 3pm on a Friday afternoon? Driving my stupid ex-husband to the airport. I tempted fate and lost. Or did I...my divorce was final about 3 weeks after that.


• Stormy aka Litte Bastard, came to live with us on a Friday 13th in May of last year. He is also a black cat...I tempted fate and won. Or did I. After all, he is a little bastard...evil in disguise. Nah, I love him and he is a handsome boy...


• today it snowed for the first time this fall

so I think it all evens out. Today has been a fine day, and is nearly over (an hour left and my child is still out driving in the new snow...I do not wish to tempt fate tonight...)

Via, Waiting For Her Prince To Call

She often enjoys leaning on things...today it was the phone. I think she is waiting for Garfield's long lost cousin Prince, to call. We watched the new movie last night and now she's in love with him...it's all because of the money, of course. She is so transparent. She does have that pining away look to her though...

Ok, WHY?

Why would someone try to steal a golf cart windshield? I had hoped to find the answer to this question after I read the headline "Caught in the act: Police chief steals windshield". It was only worth 80 bucks, and now he has criminal charges, a fine, and discipline in his job as police chief. And he was wearing his uniform. This one belongs in the Darwin Awards for sure...

In Response To Forwards

To All My Friends Who Have Barraged Me With Those Countless Informative Emails, Thought I Would Show My Appreciation With A Big Thanks...

• To Whoever Sent Me the One about Rat Poop in the Glue on Envelopes because I Now Have To Use A Wet Towel with Every Envelope That Needs Sealing.
• Also, I Now Have To Scrub the Top of Every Can I open For the Same Reason.
• I No Longer Have Any Savings Because I Gave It To A Sick Girl (Penny Brown) Who Is About To Die In The Hospital For The 1,387,258th Time But That Will Change Once I Receive The $15,000 That Bill Gates/Microsoft And AOL Are Sending Me For Participating In Their Special E-mail Program.
• I No Longer Worry About My Soul Because I Have 363,214 Angels Looking Out For Me, And St. Theresa's Novena Has Granted My Every Wish.
• I No Longer Eat KFC Because Their Chickens Are Actually Horrible Mutant Freaks With No Eyes Or Feathers As Soon As I Get My Free Dinner Coupons From Applebee's, I Can Eat Again.
• I No Longer Use Cancer-Causing Deodorants Even Though I Smell Like A Water Buffalo On A Hot Day.
• Thanks To You, I Have Learned That My Prayers Only Get Answered If I Forward An Email To Seven Of My Friends And Make A Wish Within Five Minutes.
• Because Of Your Concern I No Longer Drink Coca Cola Because It Can Remove Toilet Stains.
• I No Longer Can Buy Gasoline Without Taking A Man Along To Watch The Car So A Serial Killer Won't Crawl In My Back Seat When I'm Pumping Gas.
• I No Longer Drink Pepsi Or Dr. Pepper Since The People Who Make These Products Are Atheists Who Refuse To Put "Under God" On Their Cans.
• I No Longer Use Saran Wrap In The Microwave Because It Causes Cancer.
• And Thanks For Letting Me Know I Can't Boil A Cup Water In The Microwave Anymore Because It Will Blow Up In My Face..Disfiguring Me For Life.
• I No Longer Check The Coin Return On Pay Phones Because I Could Be Pricked With A Needle Infected With Aids.
• I No Longer Go To Shopping Malls Because Someone Will Drug Me With a Perfume Sample And Rob Me.
• I No Longer Receive Packages From UPS Or Fedex Since They Are Actually Al Qaeda In Disguise.
• I No Longer Shop At Target Since They Are French And Don't Support Our American Troops Or The Salvation Army.
• I No Longer Answer the Phone Because Someone Will Ask Me To Dial A Number For Which I Will Get A Phone Bill Totaling $2,374.76 With Calls To Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, And Uzbekistan.
• I No Longer Have Any Sneakers -- But That Will Change Once I Receive My Free Replacement Pair From Nike.
• I No Longer Buy Expensive Cookies From Neiman Marcus Since I Now Have Their Recipe.
• And Thanks To Your Great Advice, I Can't Ever Pick Up $5.00 Dropped In The Parking Lot Because It Probably Was Placed There By A Sex Molester Waiting Underneath My Car To Grab My Leg.
• Oh, And Don't Forget This One Either! I Can No Longer Drive My Car Because I Can't Buy Gas From Certain Gas Companies!
• Thanks To You, I Can't Use Anyone's Toilet But Mine Because A Big Brown African Spider Is Lurking Under The Seat To Cause Me Instant Death When It Bites My Ass.
• And Remember, If You Don't Send This E-mail To At Least 144,000 People In The Next 7 Minutes, A Large Dove With Diarrhea Will Land On Your Head At 5:00 PM This Afternoon And The Fleas From 12 Camels Will Infest Your Back, Causing You To Grow A Hairy Hump. I Know This Will Occur Because It Actually Happened To A Friend Of My Next Door Neighbor's Ex-Mother-In-law's Second Husband's Cousin's Beautician ...
• Have A Wonderful Day.... One Last Bit Of Noteworthy News: A South American Scientist From Argentina, After A Lengthy Study, Has Discovered That People With Insufficient Brain And Sexual Activity Read Their E-mail With Their Hand On The Mouse. Don't Bother Taking It Off Now, It's Too Late

Half In The Bag Again

There he is, McGee, half in the bag again...

Fate And Its Chosen Path

I've typically been a believer in fate, for the most part. I think about my life and the opportunities that have presented themselves, and my choices thereafter and how my path in life has altered due to my choices, or perhaps to the choices made available to me. Hmmm. And now I'm thinking about the next step in my life, and wondering why the job hunt has become so difficult, when perhaps it is just fate stepping in to try and direct me to doing something different and I'm too stubborn to realize it. It shouldn't be this difficult to get a job to work out, so I have to wonder, don't I?

I applied recently for a job in the NWT, the interview went well, they told me they wanted 3 references, and then I never heard a thing afterwards. So fine, I began to resign myself to the fact that I didn't get it. Then I heard from one of the interviewers (who doesn't have the power to hire or does reference checking) and she basically assured me that I was likely going to be offered the job, it was simply a matter of checking references, and she wanted to let me know that they were still working on things. So not a definite answer, but encouraging at least. Then another week went by without hearing anything and only one of my references had been called. So I didn't know what to think. Then I got a call today from their HR asking for references, and she sounded surprised that I had already provided them, but yet didn't want those repeated to her. Weird. One of them was the most key reference I could provide. I've only been a social worker for just over 4years and that reference supervised me for over 3 of those years...so now I have to come up with another reference (I am not sure why, and the gal couldn't give me a straight answer) and the only one I can think of that is somewhat related to my career is my practicum supervisor back at ROOF. Sheesh...that's digging back more than 4 years. So I called and left her a message.

What does all this mean? Should I give up the job hunt for now in lieu of a real break, returning to the rock for the winter and trying my hand at writing again? Is fate stepping in and making the whole process difficult in an attempt to direct me elsewhere? I sure have to wonder...so off I shall muse...

Uh-Oh, Caramels

Yeah, it's that time of year again...candy, candy, candy for all your needs. And I bought caramels. I think they are my next favorite sweet after chocolate...pure orgasmic sweetness.

not sure where I'll be when the little mites are trick or treating this year...so I guess I'll have to eat them all myself...

Virus Attack

Got an msn message from one of my ex-SIL's...and it was a virus...I ended up with 21 when the attack was at its height. took me all damned night to work on it and I still don't know for sure if its cleared. I wonder how many other she has infected unknowingly. I have her blocked now. It was partly my own fault, I clicked on a link in a message from her...I should have been suspicious and I know better, but I never hear from this person, and so when I got a message, I was curious. That'll teach me, lol...

viruses suck.

change is in the wind

In light of the launch of a new adventure, I have chosen to switch to blogger beta and hope for less problems than the current version I'm using. Who the hell knows what it will be like, but in the meantime, feel free to provide feedback on the changes in the design. I'm no blog designer, but I can manage to switch some colors around with blogger's beta version easy enough. so expect to see changes over the coming while as I tweak things.

Coincidence??? Or film inspiration...

Well, it has been an interesting evening...my daughter was to come out and pick me up and we were driving to a friend/co-worker's place to check out the housesitting situation she was taking on for the long weekend. My friend and his wife are caretakers of a former religious centre, so there is a huge hall, circular meeting room, sleeping quarters and an attached residence. While I was waiting for A. to pick me up on the way, I was flipping through the channels and came across Jack caretaking the resort hotel in The Shining and didn't think much of it until she arrived and we got out to the centre and had a chuckle there with my friend about how his situation reminded me of the movie....and then we're in the furnace room during the grand tour and A. comments on the huge size of the furnace, that it was big enough to stuff a body in...which was also a chuckle moment. I had suggested to A. on the drive out that she make her own horror movie in such a cool location, heh heh....so anyhow, movie coincidence #1, laughed it off.

After the tour we were sitting around chatting about the quad he has access to on the property and how he has been out reconnoitering, and thinks he came upon a local grow op on one of his drives (who the hell knows how far away he was, so knowing where the centre is won't help much if you're looking for the grow op, lol). And we got a chuckle over that so I suggested he should stay away from it, and asked him if he had seen the movie The Beach and we all had a guffaw over that as well. Then I got home and I'm surfing the dish for something to watch and of course...The Beach was on...

weird...

Incidentally, the first time I ever saw The Beach was on a rainy stormy day while backpacking through Ireland. I was in Cork, it was a Sunday, and most places of interest were shut down, and I had been travelling for about a 2 weeks by that point, so was ready to take a day off and chill at the hostel. I wasn't the only one with this idea, so we sat about in the front parlour of this grubby little hostel, and watched a bunch of movies in the dusky afternoon, swapping stories and commentaries. There was about 5 of us and we were all from different countries, but luckily could all speak English, and so enjoyed the movies. The reason I remember The Beach was I recall how interesting it was to be sitting among a group of fellow backpackers, watching a movie about a group of fellow backpackers.

Cats For Sale - CHEAP.

Had another lovely night of interrupted sleep due to the feline population in my home. It all began with the ever nocturnal McGee, who began knocking things off the counters and tables to push around the floor with a clatter. Ok, got up, moved stuff, put stuff away, back to bed I went. Then he is up on the railings of the loft, and thinking about jumping across the stairwell from one rail to the other, right into Sideshow Bob (the boston fern). Get up, discourage, back to bed. The others are comfortably snuggled in with me on the bed, and I hope for sleep. Not happening. McGee then jumps onto my bed and incites the little bastard who willingly takes off across the bed with him. Get up, roar at both, and get back into bed. Then the fun begins...up and down the stairs they run, up and down off the railings, in and out of Sideshow Bob, like a three-ring circus. Via is still with me, but getting more nosey and decides to supervise the whole affair. Then the carpet clawing begins (McGee again as the others use the scratching posts on their condo religiously) and I have to get up to scold once again, and go back to bed. Then the little bastard (Stormy) is in the Boston fern again. Get up, pull him out of there, go back to bed. It all began to blur together at about 4am...a viscious cycle. They were still at it by 7am, and interrupted a really good dream about that time..now I'll never know if Matthew McConaughey was going to take me to Mexico with him...

I finally dragged my sorry ass out of bed at 9:30am, exhausted...damn cats. McGee may find himself evicted sooner rather than later, the little shit. A. is moving out soon, and taking him with her. She is coming by tomorrow, so I might just have his bags packed...

McGee had the nerve to look surprised when I took his photo, while Stormy just looked irritatingly charming, and Via, well, that little bitch went back to bed, so I promptly woke her up...photos to follow when blogger is working once again..