Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I freakin' rule.

It seems that everything around me is falling apart. A good example is my monitor, which is changing colors and doing funky things. I'm pretty sure that this is a sure sign that it's about to go tits up.

Then there's my laptop, which spit out a blue screen of death the night before last. Whatever happened to it is pretty bad, and I am not quite sure what box my recovery disks are in, or if they would even work. :(

Finally (knocks on wood) I got up yesterday, made my coffee, and went to unload the dishwasher like I do on most mornings, only yesterday I found a bunch of water sitting in the bottom of the dishwasher that hadn't drained. Stuff like this generally falls into the "oh shit" category, because when I try to fix things like this, they generally get even worse. The thing is, with Phil working 14+ hour days, the last thing I want is for him to come home and have to fix the dishwasher.

A couple interesting things I learned when I tried to fix this. First of all, did you know that draino will bubble up when you use it to try to unclog a dishwasher drain and then run a rinse cycle? Yah. I didn't either. But trust me. Bubbles. Lots of them. Which leads to my second revelation: wet/dry vacs rock. Not just for bubbles, but also for sucking clogs out of pipes. Yup. I undid pipes, and managed to vacuum out the clog, and then I got everything put back together, and there was no need for a professional plumber or an ambulance like there normally is when I attempt such things.

I freakin' rule.
We're slowly reaching the end of the boxes. Well, we still have quite a few of them, but we've managed to cram them into the computer room for now, which leaves a pretty normal rest of the house. Even our living room is done, for the most part. The extra furniture we had here from before our moving truck arrived has found a new home with Annie's sister, who just moved into her first apartment, and having it gone totally opened our house back up. My mom's been asking for pictures of our living room furniture, so I finally got around to taking a picture. And hey, look! You can see my son, strangling a cat. Definitely a Hallmark moment. Heh.
Speaking of cat strangling, I can think of one bird who would like to see the sudden demise of one particular cat. My Tonkinese Freya is absolutely fascinated with Darwin, our grey. Since she's started this climbing phase of hers, she's included the top of his cage in her list of stops she thinks she needs to take. This scares the crap out of Darwin, who immediately jumps to the bottom of his cage screaming "NO!!" "BAD!!" while our Macaw (who Freya knows better than to go visit like this) screams his head off, but since he hasn't learned Freya's name yet, he just yells using the name of our other cat, George. "George!! NONONO!!" Meanwhile, George is curled up in the corner looking at me with his typical blank "WTF?" look.

And just so you all know, I didn't leave Darwin like that to suffer. When I cleaned his cage after I took this picture, I moved his cage around to make it a lot more difficult for Freya to climb. I think she's moved on from wanting to cage climb, anyway. She's now working on climbing the screen door on our front door, where she then attempts to push the handle down to open the door. She's a very smart cat. If you knew my flame point George, you'd understand that this whole "intelligent cat" kind of thing is brand new to me. And to top it all off, she's stubborn as Hell.
I took a great picture of both of the youngsters the other day as they were hanging out at the front door. Oh. And my foot. Oddly enough, Loki (the black one) is 2 weeks older than Freya, but at least 3 times her size. This makes the high pitched squeaky voice that he meows at us with very odd sounding. Freya is really small and lanky and incredibly fast and agile, and he's pretty big and...well, he walks into walls from time to time, lol. But while Freya is friendly yet aloof, Loki is friendly and bumbly. When I'm in my bathroom getting ready to go, I always know he's coming to visit me because I can hear him purring before he even walks through the door. And then he plops himself on the floor, flat on his back in between my feet, and lays there and purrs at me. He's a total love.

The last kitten we had before these guys was Willy, our cat who lost her eyes. We really never had a chance to enjoy her as a kitten because it seemed like there was always something wrong or a surgery she had to have or recover from, etc. Then we also had Merlynn, who was a stray and didn't really thrive in a busy household with more than one person, so when she was a kitten, she just ran from everyone.

We're really enjoying these two.

Well, I'm off. It's like 5 am and I'm awake because I couldn't get back to sleep after Phil left for work, so I'm going to see if I can nap for another hour or two before I officially start the day. Right now I'm awake, but this is merely a test, to see how the day is going to go. ;) Then when I get up, I have to plan for my open house show and then also start plans for another jewelry show where I work out. Woo!

Have a good day

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