grammardog

Lesson: if there are things you want to see, you should just Google image search those things. For example:

"zombie michael jackson pumpkin"



"swimming pig"



"so many cupcakes"

On Saturday after the move, I sent Bea Arthur home with my parents until I get home from London. I figured it was the least stressful thing for him, rather than bringing him to a new apartment full of boxes and then three days later bringing him to my parents'. Obviously, I miss him hugely. I was doing alright today until Cute Overload went and posted this, and now my stomach hurts.



How is that cuteness even possible?!? The one of the kittens pushing their paws to squeeze out their mom's milk makes me totally weak. I wish Bea Arthur could make kittens.

In other news, it is so geedee hot that I keep getting up to wash dishes and unpack boxes, and instead I end up back on my butt double-fisting freezies. I have taken to freezing small bottles of water and walking around with them jammed between my breasts. I am trying not to be too complainy because it's basically the first time it hasn't rained in four months, but jeez.

Otters! Baby ones! And they sound like a video game!

Sally and B.Art share a quiet cuddle after her return from a trip.

This afternoon, I took a giant glass bowl down from a high shelf in the bathroom (the only place in the apartment that I have to store it - where did I think I was going to live when I bought it???) to give it a good dusting. I wiped it out, then put it on the dining room table while I went back to the bathroom to clean off the rest of the shelf before putting it back. When I returned to get it, this was the scene:



Dude is seriously the funniest guy I know.





The little mime:





It was so fucking cute, I couldn't even get mad at him for being on the table.

New Small Business Proposal

Kittenmobile! Like a bookmobile, only obviously way better. The Kittenmobile travels around the city, filled with kittens and charging a small admission fee for people to come in and play with the kittens. The Kittenmobile comes by weekly, ensuring that those without easy access to kittens can always find a kitten experience for an affordable price. A yearly Kittenmobile membership is available, saving members 10% on all Kittenmobile visits.

Pros:
- Make lots of dough
- Lots of kittens around me
- Everyone who wants to see kittens gets to see kittens
- Adoption program to find good homes for needy kittens!

Cons:
- None

I would totally pay for access to the Kittenmobile.

Sometimes I google "white kitten" and try to find pictures of kittens that look most like I imagine Bea Arthur did when he was a baby. This activity usually ends in tears, as I end up imagining him eating out of trash bags and having no one to love him for the first almost-year of his life. Then I go and give him a giant hug, which he squirms out of while purring loudly.

Here are some photos that we will pretend are Bea Arthur from his kitten days:

How much is that baby on the couch, please? I will purchase her, and her little cars, too.



In other news, I have a microphone now and am well on my way to recording Hospitable Climates' first album, Sri Lanka Government Railway. First, though, I am going to continue on layering my own voice eighty times over singing selections from Handel's Messiah. It is the most fun I've had in months.

My dad, teaching my little cousin Jocelyn her first chord. Summer, 2007.

katielou65 posted this, and I MUST SHARE. Nothing's made me quite this happy since Rick Hansen wheeled through Cole Harbour in 1982.



Watch your step, I'm just going to mop up this puddle of me.

My heart starts beating faster and I sort of start panting when I see things like this. I'm not kidding.

Overheard from a kid on the bus today:

"Not having a Facebook is the new 'not having a Myspace seven years ago'".

I'm glad I'm up to speed. Facebook has been totally fun and hilarious. I have reconnected with about a hundred people I haven't seen since high school, and some as far back as pre-school! I love how easy it is to find people on the site. I've also been tagged looking horrific and embarrassing in photos I wish had been burned to ashes decades ago. Also, my cousin posted this picture of my Grammie, which I have never seen before and love so hard. She is never smiling in photos, and as far as I ever knew she never even met eyes with the camera! In fact, I think I've only seen a handful of photos of her in my life, so this one is a treat.



The internet is awesome, sometimes.

The lowest drawer in the cupboard behind my grandmother holds flour. It is not in a container or a bag, it is just dumped out in the drawer. This is what you put in your kitchen drawers when you've raised six kids and made fresh bread for them every day, I guess. I remember being completely awed by the fact that my grandmother just dumped it right out of the bag and then scooped it out with her fists like a baking renegade.

Here is further proof of the internet being awesome, in the form of a baby polar bear's fat belly!



THANK YOU WORLLLLLLLD (and captaintemerity!)

I just accidentally watched an entire episode of 7th Heaven while pinning some quilt pieces together, and I realized I was totally rooting for all four of the "evil-doing" characters.

In unrelated news (seriously), I think 2006 was the year I stopped believing in God. I'm not going to embroider it on a pillow at this point or anything, but all signs seem to point to no. I waffled a bit when I saw this, but who wouldn't? I'm not made of solid stone.

Also, this:



The Carnie and I went to see Children of Men the other night. It's sickeningly disturbing, but also really great and not terribly heavy-handed, as I had feared it might be. The opening scene (with the news footage) was well done - it could easily have fallen into the ridiculous, but instead set the cultural tone quite nicely for the rest of the movie.

Have you noticed that the Hinterland Who's Who music has been updated with some funky beats? I don't know how to feel. That little flute medley was a hallmark of my childhood. But on the other hand, I'm nearly 29 years old and isn't it time to get over that sort of thing?

Okay, two more and then it'll be out of my system. Thank you, Cute Overload!





Ha ha ha! I love that snowy dog.