What was that? You want me to keep procrastinating?

This is my mom's cat Chevy a while back after he was done luxuriating in his ringworm bath.

work schmurk!

Why do school work when there's a cute kitty to post? This is my nephew, Marvin, and he is really sick with bad kidneys. This was taken after his fluid injection, and he was very unhappy.

Clearly.

some more lost writings

Rash, prairie dogs, rash, prairie dogs...I continued my quest for the answer to my current debacle. I am not too keen on rashes, but I sure do love prairie dogs. I gave up momentarily, only to find myself stepping on broken pieces of sunflower shells. Gingerly, I flicked off piece by piece of shell while questioning the idea of selling the gerbils to large blue mouse that I once met. Speaking of which, I was half expecting a phone call from the bastard.

Some old writings

"You smell that, fresh cake, sweet frosting?" A ghoulish rubber face sitted next to me demanded an answer. I ignored his pleas of validation, continuing my search for a place to hide during the zombie holocaust. As I proceeded, a lowly looking fellow took the empty seat next to me. Squeals of delight and frustrations were being emitted. I wasn't sure what to think of them, so I took the liberty of asking him to quiet down. Not more than 5 seconds after my request, the gentleman revealed a pistol that looked part shotgun and part silly putty. His down syndrome-induced grin made me think twice about my requests. A moment of whatif swept by; maybe I should have just agreed with the rubber face about the cake. Sadly, I did not have enough crazy in me to grant it. A part of me hoped to escape this predicament without a bruise, but the downs's fanny pack told me otherwise.

Allocation! Coordination!

Repeatedly, the downs mimicked my 5th grade speech teacher. I thought nothing of this encounter previously, until the fanny pack incident. Luckily, all that the fanny pack had against me was a spoon that he bent while practicing his telekinesis and a set of dentures that turn him into batman.

Goo-goo! Thruuppp!

A quick peek to my right ensured me that the cake guy was up to no good; only this time a baby was in on it. Some graphite scribbling and a trail of drool began forming on my hand. A few dots, some lines…was the baby trying to tell me something in Morse code?! Perhaps this baby…before I could continue my delusions, the anti Christ or whatever I thought it was began blubbering and drooling.

Paradise?

Each time I whine about being cold, me mums sends piccys of the dastardly MN winter. Her feeble attempts at getting me to feel bad and lame for being cold don't work. My response for these shots usually result in me questioning the white balance, then complimenting her dashboard accoutrement.

Ricky gets his Christmas wish

My mom has a disabled kitty that she takes out on excursions. His name is Ricky, and he meows deep and righteously. She pushes him in a cat stroller. I initially thought she pushed him in a baby stroller, which made me savor the imagery much more. Especially when she mentioned pushing him in the stroller with my stepdad near the elementary school by their house. She said something about how she didn't want to go by there because she didn't want the kids to point and run up to him...I thought it would be she didn't want to be seen pushing a cat in a baby stroller.

Funny, right?

Tea time kitty

Can I get $1 for that 0.25 word?

Scenario 1:
My sister and I were having a discussion at Thanksgiving, I was rambling on about some random topic, and instead of using a word that was commonplace, I threw one in that felt appropriate for the moment. (Hell, we were drinking Cabernet, noshing well prepared treats, while the host was busy with the carrot souffle) My sister looks at me and mumbles to herself about me speaking English, and if I even know what I'm saying.

Scenario 2:
My parents are in town for a visit, and the four of us are hangin out. I, once again, decide to use a word not normally heard in discussion- I believe it was "cacophony", and lemme tell you, my sister went on about how I "try to sound smart" and use big words, and her and her boyfriend get awfully confused when I make attempts to look intelligent. (I also specialize in run-on sentence-ry)

Alright, you MUST be saying to yourself, this sounds like a grand example of...Sibling Rivalry (the horror!). Initially, I refused to let this seep in, because I did not want to taint myself. But more and more, I see this is the truth. What I find more frustrating, is this has become the norm in society. Any time someone uses a word, event, ect that one is not familiar with, we wear our insecurities on our sleeves and accuse others of being charlatans. (No way can someone know more than I!) Sadly, if they just read more they could be doing the same thing. I think what bothers me most is the concept of simply existing longer makes you more knowledgeable.

More so, I don't inject my vernacular with words just to impress, or to make others feel incompetent. I use vocabulary as a spice. It makes my ordinary dialog sound interesting, and vibrant. Each time I hear a word I have never heard, I make a note of it and research it when I can. I had a conversation with my co-hort the other day about this. He mentioned experiencing the same situation.

Are people just that insecure, where they have to make others feel bad? I don't know, but I sure do think it's lame.

Lonely Planet; lonelier laurenation

My live in lover and I are thinking of traveling somewhere off the Continental US in 2010. We have talked China, Iceland, Czech Republic, and Hungary. China would be awesome, except there is much to cover, and I know we won't have much time. For the first trip abroad together, (and his first evah) I kinda sorta want it to be chill, mixed in with some good sight seeing. Sometimes going hard is not favored by most people. I'm just excited that he really wants to do this. I went abroad last year, and it just made me heart sing....getting on a plane, knowing you will be somewhere entirely new and different, is such a good feeling. I want him to experience that as well. Just arriving in the airport, taking in the smells, sights, and um, using your legs continuously after not being able to do so for a long period.

Master Controlin' and high fivin'

This is my first blog about master control

yep.

We have this HD feed that's going to over 200 stations. Pretty big deal. I also should be checking the schedules for the networks we monitor, but instead; I'm typing out my daily drivel. (it's less tedious)

Also, I just ate all my Everything Pretzel thins from Trader Joe's....lame.

An addendum

I TOTALLY have been reading and studying as well, not to mention being busy with actual people*!

I'm hangin' out with the fabulous Lisa, who's got a pretty stupendous blog you should check out:

http://rantingforarevolution.blogspot.com/

She's totally rad, so check it out!




*Yes, human beings. Not kitties.

Sitting in the corner seems appropriate.

I haven't been doing anything lately...and it's been pretty neat. I've embraced watching television on the couch (albeit; I have been taking mental notes of the sound design: it's not complete laziness) eating waaay too much sugar, thinking and being myself without restraint, and loving being with a man that loves me for who and what I am. Having someone encouraging, supportive, and loving to the Nth degree feels surreal. We are already discussing possible travel destinations for next year. (in between all the marathonin' he wants to do)

Being with my ex seems like light years ago, and I still cannot believe I was with him for so long. People mistake comfort for love, ending up staying in relationships for far too long than they should. I'm still awfully proud of my homeslice for going thru a divorce to gain the happiness she has deserved for far too long. It amazes me that her and I went thru the amount of pain we did for so long. I am still trying to wrangle her to come out here for a couple of days, just so she can get away from the lameness she deals with on a daily...

Here's to all the bois and girls that are holdin' it down: you rock it hard, and I love, admire and respect all of you for the challenges we face, the decisions we make, and the bullshit we take.

love and besos,
Laurenation


"Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring.'

"All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience."

Henry Miller

Kitty, come home to momma!

I am dying to adopt this sweet kitteh. She's 2 years old, looks grouchy, has a voice like Kathleen Turner, and sweet as can be.