In the fish bowl

Awesome time in Atlanta. Here are some photos from the Aquarium. You should absolutely go - especially if you can manage a weekday morning when it's less crowded. Cute otters, lovely belugas, etc. Very cool.

Bandy-Legged Minstrel

Thanks for the great times buddy!

"I look at her and just keep thinking...

I could crush her like a beer can."

And that is why I love Mr.

He also suggested earlier that he would like to chuck his balled up paper bag/napkin at a guy behind us who was on his computer. Not thru any malice towards this particular individual, mind you. No, "just to see the expression." Mr. says he can just stop the impulse now, but in ten years, who knows?

I suggested that he bring his crumpled paper home and bean the cat who seems to thrive on any attention. That poor thing would probably let us give him a bath. Well, maybe not that. But, he'll put up with a lot.

Tough times

Clovidog is declining with the same congestive heart failure stuff that ended it for Erns. He has slid downhill a lot over the last week or two. We're tinkering with his meds, but guessing it's a matter of days/weeks now as opposed to months/years. Anyhow, here's Mr's thoughts:

"Part of me thinks how sad I will be when Clovis goes. Another part will be glad he's not suffering any more. Another part will be thinking about the $300 a month we'll be saving."

I suppose that might sound callous. But seriously, we are spending a lot of money on meds and vet appointments. The point is not necessarily to prolong existence, but just to give him a higher % of comfort each day until he's miserable enough that there's no point continuing. Will we pay ridiculous amounts of money to accomplish this? Absolutely. It's not even something we have to discuss. But it doesn't make a miserable situation any easier.

It sucks. It's like an even ickier version of when Mum says she'd rather go to Jamaica for a holiday than drop more money on dental work. At times like these I wish I could just go back to being a kid again.

I kid you not

So, I finally signed up for Groupon. Here's the first offer they have presented me with...

"Unique Moves Pole & Fitness, LLC – Greensboro

Five Pole-Fitness Classes or Two Pole-Fitness Classes with a Private Lesson (Up to 57% Off)"

Only $15 for a $35 value! The crabs come free.

"In a Nutshell

Students climb, spin & invert themselves on poles & hone shimmies with chair work & belly dancing to sculpt muscles & unveil sultry sides"

Aaaand, they even include a great photo (just to get you in the mood in case you were distracted by all those ampersands)...

Would I like to be more limber? Would I like to be toned? Would I like to soar whilst adorned in legwarmers over stiletto platforms? Why, yes, yes and, um, not really sure. Think I'll stick to my slug-like walking for now. 

Creative explosion

While I was sleeping last night, the instrument fairies came and blessed our little home with more guitars.

Clearly, they felt hat we didn't have enough yet.

Either that, or Justin has arrived for a weekend of recording.

Day 1

Ooooh, those stats look pretty darn good - I must feel challenged. But, just so you know Mr. Fitbit, don't expect these kinds of numbers regularly.

Serena, be serene

Silence does not always indicate acquiescence, wisdom, anger or any such emotion you would seek to ascribe it. Stop injecting all that human emotion and just relax. Time for tea!

Please don't call me that

There seem to be these ideas about strong, empowered women. Most gals I know are indeed strong and a wonderful powerhouse for their families. They race around juggling huge responsibilities and handling copious amounts of stress.
This is true for most fellas I know too. But, of course, no one would ever compliment the guys on being strong. At best they are considered to be living up to the expectations always on them to provide stability.
If a husband doesn't keep up with bills or the daily slog, then he is a disappointment. The wife is simply following her dreams or staying home with kids or just lucky.
Also, if we're going down this path, why are overly-confident women called "sassy?" It seems like a way to nicely state that a gal is annoying as all hell. Is there an equivalently awful term for men? There must be. Anyhow, if any of you bastards call me sassy, I will throttle you.

Yu durtee rit

Yu wan miiiii doogee boon? Jus try eet!

We's gots sprouting

So, my ginger experiment (see the original post from December 18 "Compost or houseplant") is actually producing something other than rotted ginger root in a bucket of soggy soil! Hopefully soon we'll have leaves & can start cookin'

First walk of the year

Oh my gosh, maybe winter will come along soon. It was verging on cold out there this morning. Poor Annelise's ears were looking very pink & my nose is doing it's Rudolph thing...