Archive for September, 2009

Not that I condone this action

Friday, September 25th, 2009 | Grammar! | 5 Comments

But I won’t really argue with it, either.

I know so many people who would love this

Monday, September 21st, 2009 | Bloggity goodness, Shameless Consumerism | 2 Comments

Pizza boss: A pizza cutter that looks like a power saw.

I would have to make power saw noises while I sliced my pie. I think I could let myself slide on the safety goggles, though.

(Via Rare Bird Finds)

This was supposed to be happy fun week.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 | Kitty! | 9 Comments

But the excitement of closing on my house was far overshadowed by the sadness of losing Norm.

She was 19 and not in the best of health. Wednesday and Thursday, she ate very little. Friday she ate almost nothing. By Saturday, she’d stopped eating at all. I wasn’t sure she’d make it through Sunday night. But she did. She made it through Monday, too. I kept hoping she’d go in her sleep, but for all her systems that were failing, her heart was still going strong. This morning, it was clear that even though she was so weak, it might be a while yet. I had little choice but to call my vet.

In two more years, Stormy would have been with me half my life. It was really hard when we lost Cliffy a year and a half ago. Norm and I spent a lot of time pretty much attached to each other after that. Coming home tonight to no cats at all was really hard. The house feels empty (and not just because I’ve moved a bunch of stuff over to the new place already).

It’ll be a little strange to not wake up during the night tonight and not find a paw in my face or someone licking my hair. I’ll miss Norm’s little meow (and her not-so-little demanding meow) and the hassle of trying to use the computer while a cat sleeps across one arm. I’ll even kind of miss her annoying habit of letting herself into the bathroom while I’m in the shower, leaving the door open and letting out all my nice steamy air.

She’s reunited with her sister now, up in Mom’s little pet cemetery (seriously — whomever owns that property next is going to think odd things of our family if they start digging. Cats, dogs, horses… there’s a lot buried up there). I miss them both dearly.

R.I.P., Normie. I miss you, little girl.
July 1990 – September 2009

April Winchell, also wonderful

Friday, September 11th, 2009 | Bloggity goodness | 2 Comments

April’s got her “Second Annual Mother of All 9/11 Posts” blog entry posted. You know — in case you missed any “Nine-Elevenalia.”

I should probably apologize to my coworkers. I read this at work and was chuckling pretty hard before I even got past the animated gifs. Haven’t been able to bring myself to listen to the mp3s yet.

Ian Frazier, you are wonderful

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 | Bloggity goodness, Life in Czeltistan | 3 Comments

Were the Cursing Mommy an actual weekly column, I would be adding it to my bookmarks and feeds right now. I’m sure Cursing Mommy and I would get along like a house on fire.

I also have a sneaking suspicion Ian Frazier was eavesdropping on me as I was packing and cleaning this weekend. It’s possible I may have sounded like this a little. Ok, a lot. But it’s not my fault that both the Swiffer and my beer kept misplacing themselves. Also, 5-gallon drums of paint are heavy. That stupid thing can just stay there in the trunk until I get keys to the new place.

What? Oh, sorry. Was re-living the weekend a bit there. I’m done now.

(New Yorker link courtesy of The Morning News.)

I’m a word parent

Friday, September 4th, 2009 | Bloggity goodness | 3 Comments

< sally struthers voice > Every year, hundreds of words fall out of usage in our language. While this isn’t always a bad thing, some rather charming little words are often lost to the ages. You can help save them. < /sally >

Oxford Dictionaries has a nice little site where you can adopt a word to keep it from falling out of usage. Pick your word and then use it in conversation where you can to keep it alive.

I saved three words today. I suspect I’ll actually be able to use prandicle quite often.

(Thanks to BB for the fun link.)