Showing posts with label no one cares about your cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label no one cares about your cats. Show all posts
Friday, March 2, 2007
Blind Kitties!
I volunteer at an animal shelter that focuses on helping stray and abandoned cats. We recently took in two blind kittens who are the cutest things ever. One of the other volunteers adopted them and is taking them home this weekend. I took some pictures of them last night to document their adorableness. I can't even stand it!
Monday, February 26, 2007
100 Things: Part One
Some bloggers write really nice "about" pages to give an overview of their lives and who they are while others give a list of things in place of a personal essay. Here is my first attempt at creating a list of interesting things about me.
1. I can recover a sofa. My mom and I worked on recovering a loveseat, an armchair, ottoman, and several barstools after I graduated from college. I did all the deconstruction, pattern cutting, and construction while she did the sewing. It ended up being a major project, but I think it gave both of us a lot of confidence in our makeover abilities. I am also in possession of the world's best staple remover tool.
2. This is my most treasured book. We had a copy growing up and my sister laid claim to it when my parents moved after retirement. I went online to buy a copy, thinking I could get one for about thirty dollars (ha!). I was devastated when I saw the price so I called my mom to commiserate. We started talking about Bad Mousie, Susan and the bears, and fairies in the lemonade. A week later a used copy arrived on my doorstep, courtesy of mom (she didn't pay near the asking price at this link). I can't even think about that book without smiling.
3. Foot fetish? Not likely. I had two moderate injuries in college, both involving a foot, beer bottles, and a formal dress. (Also, fear of lockjaw.) The more serious one was my senior year after my boyfriend's fraternity formal. I think I cut my foot open on a bottle cap, but I'm not sure since I didn't really notice the cut until I was spreading blood all over the fraternity house. The story is good enough to save for another time, but let's just say it involves CSI re-enactments, Waffle House, and a trip to the emergency room.
4. I would probably name a baby "Baby". My favorite stuffed animals growing up were Bear and Rabbit. (Rabbit met an unkind fate when my parents moved. Bear was rescued from the trash after he suffered a paint stain on his back. He now sits inconspicuously in my living room.) My first cat is named Kitty. I was smart enough to keep the name my second cat came with, but left to my own devices I probably would have named her "Cat". Names are obviously not my strong suit.
5. I have worked as a lunchlady. I worked in the Canyon cafeteria in Yellowstone after my freshman year of college. I generally worked the after lunch through dinner shift. For the first part of the summer I worked as a server (country fried chicken, lasagna, spaghetti, mashed potatoes, etc) but halfway through the summer the managers figured out that I had half a brain and promoted me to cashier. Again, this story is a post of its own.
I'll keep working on this list - I've got a long way to go!
1. I can recover a sofa. My mom and I worked on recovering a loveseat, an armchair, ottoman, and several barstools after I graduated from college. I did all the deconstruction, pattern cutting, and construction while she did the sewing. It ended up being a major project, but I think it gave both of us a lot of confidence in our makeover abilities. I am also in possession of the world's best staple remover tool.
2. This is my most treasured book. We had a copy growing up and my sister laid claim to it when my parents moved after retirement. I went online to buy a copy, thinking I could get one for about thirty dollars (ha!). I was devastated when I saw the price so I called my mom to commiserate. We started talking about Bad Mousie, Susan and the bears, and fairies in the lemonade. A week later a used copy arrived on my doorstep, courtesy of mom (she didn't pay near the asking price at this link). I can't even think about that book without smiling.
3. Foot fetish? Not likely. I had two moderate injuries in college, both involving a foot, beer bottles, and a formal dress. (Also, fear of lockjaw.) The more serious one was my senior year after my boyfriend's fraternity formal. I think I cut my foot open on a bottle cap, but I'm not sure since I didn't really notice the cut until I was spreading blood all over the fraternity house. The story is good enough to save for another time, but let's just say it involves CSI re-enactments, Waffle House, and a trip to the emergency room.
4. I would probably name a baby "Baby". My favorite stuffed animals growing up were Bear and Rabbit. (Rabbit met an unkind fate when my parents moved. Bear was rescued from the trash after he suffered a paint stain on his back. He now sits inconspicuously in my living room.) My first cat is named Kitty. I was smart enough to keep the name my second cat came with, but left to my own devices I probably would have named her "Cat". Names are obviously not my strong suit.
5. I have worked as a lunchlady. I worked in the Canyon cafeteria in Yellowstone after my freshman year of college. I generally worked the after lunch through dinner shift. For the first part of the summer I worked as a server (country fried chicken, lasagna, spaghetti, mashed potatoes, etc) but halfway through the summer the managers figured out that I had half a brain and promoted me to cashier. Again, this story is a post of its own.
I'll keep working on this list - I've got a long way to go!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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