I just spent twenty minutes faking the billing information on a cable bill from San Diego in Photoshop, and doctoring up a phony rental agreement. I need to “move” at least twenty miles away from my gym to get out of the membership.

I wanted to get out of it to join a better gym.

The Great Pumpkin
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I’m in San Diego. Are you missing me?

While I’ve been away, I’ve grown a large orange tumor on my head. The doctor says it should be removed but, it doesn’t bother me that much.

new kittens
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We thought that after the rains and the flooding last night that there was no way there were any more kittens.

This morning mommy cat wasn’t in her box so I thought I would walk down the street to the drain that we thought her babies were in. I heard them mewling. I ran back to the house, burst through the front door and yelled, “Kittens! Kittens!”. Andy went to the truck and grabbed some tools to remove the manhole and we ran back to the drain. He pulled it off and went down into the scary dark drain. While I was running back to the car to grab the flashlight, Mommy cat and two babies ran right to him (Andy’s magnetic like that).

Why she left them down there during a flood is a mystery, but I guess she had her reasons. She must have done a good job, because they were perfectly dry.

I was planning on going to the gym this afternoon, but rescuing and coo cooing over kittens is so much more fun.

kat_n_kit_2
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

It started to rain today. It’s been threatening for the last few. We’ve been concerned for this stray and her babies living in the storm drain, but there was no way to find out where she had hidden her kittens. We’ve been feeding her for weeks. A few days ago, I tried to teach her how to use the dog door in case she wanted to bring her kittens inside. I showed her twice, but thought that she probably didn’t get it. Andy came downstairs two mornings ago with the cat walking around the kitchen like she owned it, meowing for food. Being hungry is a great motivator. Later on in the day I discovered that she had torn open a bag of hamburger buns and helped herself to some mouthfuls.

This morning we were working on the RV and I heard a sound that was unmistakably kitten. I ran out the door onto the driveway yelling, “Kittens! Kittens!”. She was trotting down our driveway with a baby in her mouth. I made her a box with some clothes that were headed for Good Will. As you can see from the picture, a couple of flannels circa 1994 Seattle Grunge. We thought she might go back for the rest, but we don’t think there are any more.

She and the kitten seem really happy. I’m glad she decided that our garage was a safe haven.

I’m in the middle of a RV re-upholstery whirlwind. The living room coffee table has been rolled off to the side, out of the way of my Edward Scissor Hand like fabric cutting. There are tan nests and piles of fake suede fabric covering everything. The cloying purple, fuzzy old crap has been banished to the front door corner. Two more long valences and I will be done. Unfortunately, the long valences are the most difficult and I have left them for last.

I’m not avoiding this by sitting here watching VH1’s One Hundred One Hit Wonders if that’s what you’re thinking.

Oh ye without sin…….

Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want (preferably clean, but if you can’t handle it, maybe use some code words or something).
Then post this to your journal (or don’t) and see what people remember of you.

I’ll start it all off:

The memory I have about me, is that this one time I was so bored, I kept checking my email over and over, and the only thing there was spam. Then, I made some fake pudding out of avocados, cactus sugar and carob powder. I know your saying, “Ewwww, that is disgusting. Avocado pudding? Are you smoking crack?” But, I would tell you that it’s actually pretty good.

But, then, I remember taking the sheet and comforter cover out of the dryer and being not that into putting it back on the bed. So it’s just laying crumpled up in the corned of the matress, tangled up in my feet while I digest avocado pudding and delete spam.

Then, I remember that my husband doesn’t feel good, and I don’t either and there’s nothing we can do for each other because we’re a sullen a fickle breed.

So I guess I’ll put the sheets on the bed.

I have food, pollen and mold allergies. My doctor told me to try and not eat the same foods two days in a row. This is very difficult, since many of my foods are limited. I have been on a mango, cherry, cranberry juice sorbet kick. Despite my better judgement and doctor’s warnings, I have been eating it almost every day for the last two weeks.

I just had some and my throat felt like it was closing and I couldn’t stop coughing for a good ten minutes.

Cursis, I say…..cursis.

cindigo cat
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The only way my husband can get me to watch football with him is to get me drunk.

After a $60 bar tab ($50 of it mine) and a Broncos win. I am drunk.

Andy left for his hockey game a half an hour ago. I am drunk and alone in the house. In the last half an hour, I have found and fed our new quasi adopted cat. She comes around about twice a day. I’ve been leaving the garage door cracked about eight inches. Hopefully she will consider the space safe and bring her kittens in. While hanging out with the cat, I drunkenly stumbled through our side “yard” full of rocks and picker weeds. My feet are stabbed, and my fingers are too big to take the pickers out. I brought the cat in the back yard and tried to show her how to use the dog door. She wasn’t all to keen on it. I gave up, came in and am content with her sitting outside the open front door in between the black widows while I’m sitting on the green, ultra sueded couch typing this.

While I was typing, the cat cautiously came in. She was at first spooked by Murphy’s snorting and scrabbling, but became brave and started exploring the living room. I followed her around and petted her. She decided to go upstairs. She went in every room, sniffing everything. She even jumped up on the ledge and sat on the cat tree for a while. I’m sure she was somebody’s cat. She’s really friendly and trusting, not afraid of people or dogs. But, the fact that she was so emaciated and has kittens that are most likely in the sewer, leads me to believe she’s been abandoned. Tomorrow, I’m getting her a collar that will have my number to call if she is not abandoned. I could get her adopted right away if we could somehow get her babies.

Last night after we fed her, she ran down the driveway and waited for us to follow her. We did. When we caught up, she ran further until she stopped at a specific storm drain. She sat down. We petted her for a while and then she disappeared under the street. We thought we could hear her kittens, but most likely it was the creaking of the metal real estate sign in the wind.

Oh man…..I am drunk. I wish you guys were here.

black_widow
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This is one of the pair of black widow spiders that are living partially under the wall on either side of our front door.

One of them has lived there since last year. We just looked at him every once in a while and let him be. The addition of his friend/offspring has become a litte more disturbing to me. I have visions of them collaborating and springing some kind of coordinated double flank attack.

inside_rv1
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Since I’ve been so lax on updating and returning phone calls, here are some pictures of the new “Eurovan” and it’s owners.