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First Things First.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 06:07:00 +0000

We went for my second trimester ultrasound today, and found out we're having a BOY!!! :D We're both really excited. And from everything we could see today, he looks perfectly healthy and normal. Which is reassuring. I know that lots of things can pop up later (muscular dystrophy, autism, hydrocephalus, etc etc etc), but we'll cross those bridges in the unlikely event that we come to them. Tonight though, I'm going to sleep easy knowing that his kidneys, heart, bladder, brain, spine, and all the rest look to be in working order. WOO!!! :DDD

I'll post pictures from the us to flickr at some point, but for now they're on facebook, if you're my friend there.

Secondly, I'd like to share with you a conversation Brett and I just had:

BRETT
(makes a strange, liquidy sound while playing Wii Music)

CAT
(from around the corner)
Was that YOU???

BRETT
Yep.

CAT
Was that a FART???

BRETT
Hopefully.

~fin~

Today feels like the day after Christmas.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 00:45:00 +0000

Don't worry, I still want presents at Christmastime. But still; I had a hard time falling asleep after the election coverage last night, because I was sooo happy and excited about how things went yesterday - it was like having Christmas morning in the middle of the night, and then being expected to fall asleep right after. Now my sleep schedule is a little out of whack, but the country is on track to be less out of whack than it has been in a long time, so I'm okay with losing a little sleep. :)

I couldn't BELIEVE how well things went last night. I was disappointed to see all the anti-gay legislation that passed in other states (wtf is up w/ that???), but that'll turn around soon I hope. But OBAMA!!! WOO!!! And in our state we kept our current governor who I think is great, we passed the death with dignity law, and we kicked Tim Eyman's stupid (STUPID) transportation bill to the curb. I was worried it would pass because I thought most people would be stupid enough to be like, "Hmmm...this says it will help traffic. APPROVED." But maybe people aren't as dumb as I usually think they are. At least not about everything.

And now our bambino will be born during the first term of the first non-white president. I honestly don't really give a crap what color Obama is, but I still got pretty choked up when I realized that this country would (finally) hit that milestone before our baby is even born. Now there are only like, 8,000 other things I'd like to change about this country before next June. But I doubt we'll be seeing any sinkholes shaped like this anytime soon, so I guess on that matter I'm sol:

I feel like I'm behind on EVERYTHING lately.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 01:04:00 +0000

Our house is still not on the market. I have about 1,000 little home projects that I've either not started, or not finished. I haven't had a real (1hr+) workout in probably over a month. I have 47 unread items sitting in my google reader. 440 unread items in my gmail (not counting spam). I've barely taken any photos lately, and the ones I have are just sitting in iPhoto, because I haven't uploaded to flickrrr in weeks. I started crocheting a new fall hat for myself last month, and it's not even half finished. Blah.

That being said, things are coming along. Slooowly, but still. I'm sad that we won't have the house on the market before the end of September, because the market slows down in the late fall/winter, but hopefully it won't take tooooo long to sell. It's okay if the prices keep dropping, because the next house we buy will be in the same market, so if our house lowers in value, so do those, which will mean a smaller mortgage in the end. (If you don't get it, I can explain later.) I wish we could just sell the house and buy a new one super easy and super fast, and have it be OVER with.

Anyway...moving on. I watched this Diesel ad this morning and found it to be fucking hilarious. You may find it offensive. Idk. They say it's sfw (that's kind of the whole point, I think), but I would deem it nsfw, unless nooobody can see your screen or hear your speakers. Because while Diesel makes some awesome jeans, this ad has nothing whatsoever to do with clothing.

The debates are on now, so I guess I'm going to stop writing and pay attention. Even though I already know I'm voting for Obama.

Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 20:35:00 +0000

OMG. I am still shaking. I am so grossed out. Okay, so recently B and I have been trying to ween ourselves off of summer fruits, and get ready for fall. Only, I'm not a big fan of fall fruit, but whatevs. That's not what this story is about. So B has gotten grapes for himself for a few weeks in a row now, but I haven't eaten them because the skin on grapes kind of gives me the willies. So he just ended up eating both bags of grapes himself, straight from the bag (after rinsing them, obviously). BOTH times he got to the middle of the bag, and found, in the middle of the grapes, a hideous pile of liquefied rot. The kind of rotten where you're so grossed out that had you KNOWN about it, you would've just thrown the whole thing away.

This week, I decided that I'D get grapes (they were on sale), and I'd separate them out into tiny bunches for snacks after I washed them, so that I'd know about any possible rot. Instead, I just threw them into the produce drawer and forgot about them.

That was only just on Sunday though. This story is not about rot. But this afternoon I opened the fridge to see my grapes out on a regular shelf, because Brett must've seen them ignored in the produce drawer and figured I forgot about them (he figured right). So since I'm sick, I thought, "Oh, I should eat those grapes. THEY'LL help me feel better!"

So poor, sick, hungry little me pulled those grapes out of the fridge, walked over to the sink to wash them, and when I opened the bag, what did I see? WHAT DID I SEE???

CATERPILLAR TENTING. I didn't see any caterpillars, but it LOOKS like the grape people must've cleaned the tenting off of the OUTSIDE of the grapes, but missed the stuff in the middle. I could've screamed. I could've barfed. I. Could. Have. DIED.

In case you've forgotten (or never knew in the first place), I have a horrible phobia of tent caterpillars. I go bat-shit crazy if I see even one. It's like a full-on, primal, head-to-toe panic attack. Once, B and I went to the library during a particularly bad tent caterpillar season, and we didn't notice until we were halfway across the parking lot that all of the trees in the lot and in front of the library were FILLED w/ tent caterpillars. I noticed first, and I froze, and Brett noticed that I wasn't moving, but I was so terrified that I couldn't even speak to tell him what was wrong. Finally HE realized what was wrong, and he dragged (drug?) me back to the car. Once inside the safety of the car, I was able to breathe, cry, and try to brush the willies off of my skin, but it took awhile for me to feel normal again. HORRIBLE.

At least with the grapes I didn't see any actual caterpillars (ugh; I just got the shivers), but I still threw them into the fridge and slammed the door. Brett can eat them if he wants. If it were spider webbing or something, I'd totally just rinse them off and eat them. But I just...can't do that. Not with caterpillars. OMG. Sooo gross.

Sleepy.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 06:57:00 +0000

I need to go to bed, but first! I would like to publicly promise that tomorrow I will:

Call my dad back. I keep forgetting to, and then when I remember, it's always the middle of the night his time. I will call TOMORROW. Which, since he'll be getting up soon, probably counts as "today" for him.

Swing open the french doors, and workout while both catching up on video podcasts, AND exposing myself (in a non-naked way) to fresh air and sunshine. I friggin love my new desk location. And I desperately need to work out. For at least an hour. I ate like, half a tube of Ritz crackers today. :P

Do laundry.

Water the plants.

Finish organizing my closet o' crap in the basement (art supplies, tools, random gadgets and cables).

Do other productive things that I will be non-committal about, because I don't know how much time I'll actually have once the above items are taken care of.

It's also spaghetti night tomorrow. Woo! I've been waiting for that all week. It's also Bravo tv night - Project Runway and Top Design. And can I just say: we're getting rid of our cable when we move, and Bravo's shows (the good ones, anyway) aren't available on Hulu, or even for PURCHASE on iTunes, so I guess I won't be watching them anymore. Epic fail, Bravo. Poop on you, and on your awesome programming. Which I will miss terribly. :/

Oh, and I uploaded new photos to Flickr tonight. I still have a few more to upload, but the set I uploaded was HUGE, so I figured I'd wait a bit for the rest.

Lame.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 06:19:00 +0000

I just noticed that The Secret of NIMH, AND Troll 2 are both expiring from Hulu in FOUR DAYS. Boo. :/

The Secret of NIMH is an awesome movie, and if you haven't seen it you're probably like, waaay younger, or waaay older than me. Or you grew up in some sort of Secret of NIMH-less bubble, which must've been horrible for you. I'm very sorry.

I highly recommend catching it before Hulu rips it from their library. Though it's also available for instant viewing on Netflix, and it doesn't appear to be expiring there anytime soon. Kudos to Netflix for that. But like, -10,000,000 kudos to Netflix for *STILL* not being Mac compatible. I mean, COME ON! I know that supposedly their problem is that the movie studio people have to approve the Mac version of their DRM software or some shit, but Hulu and a bunch of other sites work juuust fine. And Netflix's "Instant Viewing" has been available on PC for like, what...a year and a half now??? Remember when it was called "Watch it Now?" They've taken the time to change the name, totally change up the look of the whole thing, and it's STILL PC only. What is this, 1997? Anyway. Moving on.

Troll 2 is...interesting. You might hate it. You might love it. Brett and I own it on DVD, and have watched it multiple times. It is a piece of shit that probably had a budget of like, $20,000. And I bet a significant amount of that budget was spent on drugs.

I think it's worth watching, but I sometimes like things BECAUSE they are awful. It's not scary. Nor does it actually contain any Trolls. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the original Troll movie, which we also own. We bought them as a packaged set at Fred Meyer for $7. I would've paid $14. But only because it was a set; I wouldn't have paid $7 for each DVD individually. So I guess that doesn't really make sense. Huh.

Anyway, so I highly recommend catching Troll 2 before it expires as well, but only if you're into that sort of thing. And don't come crying to me if you hate it; it's not like I made it sound good.

God help me.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:17:00 +0000

I've been feeling a little under the weather lately. Last night I had the Debbie Gibsons* for like, three hours straight. My stomach still hurt when I got up this morning, but about a half an hour ago the hungry feelings started to outweigh the churny, crampy feelings, so I decided to go into the kitchen and make something to eat. We were out of town this weekend and haven't had a chance yet to make a real grocery run, so we're out of a lot of the more comforting foods: no crackers, no eggs, no salad, etc. I guess I have bread, rice, and bananas, but I don't feel like tasting bananas, I don't have anything to put on a sammie (and I don't want toast), and I didn't feel like making rice. So what did I do? I decided to reheat some left over curry, and eat that. without rice.

It's a red curry, so it's not like, tooooo spicy, but it definitely burns going down. And there's no meat in it to dilute the spiciness; just kidney beans and chickpeas. It's so tasty though. Man I love curry. I've had terrible heartburn for the last few days too, but I don't even care. Bring it. I need my spicy food.

I just hope it doesn't make me sick again. And I hope that if my recent "issues" have been due to pregnancy, I don't have these gi issues for the whole first trimester. Because I'm really not good at avoiding foods just because they upset my stomach. And for those of you out there who are like, "But what about dairy?!? You're insanely irritating in your refusal to consume dairy!!!" Dairy does not just "upset my stomach." It upsets my everything. And what it does to my stomach makes the Debbie Gibsons look like a day at the spa. SO THERE.

* Our friend Tony's grandma called diarrhea "the gibsons" when he was growing up, so naturally Brett and I also call diarrhea "the gibsons," because it's hilarious. We also call it a lot of other things. But when diarrhea is especially painful and explosive, we upgrade it to "the Debbie Gibsons."

Complainy Complainerson.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 07:57:00 +0000

I'm in a foul mood. Well, not exactly, but I've felt really whiny all day. So I will use this blog as an outlet for my complaints, because I feel like complaining out loud, but Brett is asleep, and when I complain to my cats I kind of feel like they're not really "getting" me.

1) FM radio really sucks balls. I'm trying to get up earlier and earlier each day this week, which means setting an alarm. Since my phone's been dead since like...sometime last week, this morning I used our clock radio to wake up. But I was still sleepy when it went off, so I laid there for about 20 minutes just listening to 107.7 (The End).

It was 10am, so I didn't have to deal with any of that talk radio bullshit (God, why do people like morning talk radio??? What a load of garbage.), but there were sooo many commercials. And the DJ called one of the songs "new," and I was already sick of it last spring. Because it takes FM radio like, forever to get permission to play stuff. Or whatever it is...I don't know why it takes them so long. Plus it's just a lot of the same shit over and over again. AND it's usually censored, which is stupid. And the sound quality was terrible. When I finally got up, I was glad to be done listening to it.

2) WHY am I trying to get up earlier and earlier each morning? Because I usually wake up slooowly, sometime between 10a-12p, drink some water, maybe check my email, putter around, eat some "breakfast," and then do random chores in the afternoon, while still wearing some form of clothing only fit for wearing in the house or backyard. I know I'm gross - I'm just being honest.

But on FRIDAY, I have to get up at like, 5 am. And go to work with Brettles. BUT!!!11 I'm not actually allowed to go IN with him, since I don't have "security clearance." Here's the deal:

We're going to Portland on Friday, and we havehavehave to be there in time for dinner. Brett is working at his normal job in Mountlake Terr in the morning, and then in the afternoon he's going to Redmundo to teach some sort of efficiency workshop thingy at Microshaft, which will hopefully end around 3 pm. The problem is, traffic is terrrible on Fridays. And Portland is about three hours south of Seattle. So if Brett were to drive from Microsoft alllll the way back up to Marysville and THEN we left for P'town, we'd be lucky to get there by 8pm. Which would be pushing it, IMO. Since we're having dinner with my family, and my mom made a point of asking me to be there "by dinner time."

So what are we doing instead? Well, since we have only one car, and Brett can't carpool with anyone since he's kind of going all over the place, I am getting up at 5 friggin am, showering, finishing any last minute packing, drying my hair, feeding the cats, locking up the house, loading up the car, and going to work WITH him, so we can leave straight from Redmond together. IN. SANE.

I flat iron my hair, which I am NOT going to take the time to do before we leave, so my plan is to drop him off at the office by 8 am, and then drive to Alderwood Mall (because they have the sickest public bathrooms I've ever seen; they're almost country club nice), wait for them to open, and do my hrrr and makeup thrrr. Then I'll drive back to Premera, pick up B, we'll have lunch at Whole Foods (where I'll hopefully pick up some tasty df snacks for our stay in Pdx), I'll drop him off at Microslut, and I'll head down to Crossroads Mall to search for some cheap new clothes. Because I've lost...let's just say "a few" dress sizes in the last year, and all my clothes look weird on me now.

Then once B is done at MS, we'll take 405S to I-5 and go straight to Portland, so we probably won't have any problem getting there by 6 or 7 pm. I'm super comfortable hanging out at malls by myself so that part sounds fun, but every time I think about getting up at 5 am, something inside of me vomits. But I'm really excited to see my family for the weekend (especially my baby bruder ♥Joe♥, who is fuh-inally visiting from NY), so it'll be worth it.

3) Ugh. This post is way too long, so all my other complaints will be in one paragraph. I was going to complain about: how I just realized tonight that we're going to be gone all weekend and I have a ton of shit to get done around here; how Brett saw this month's Nylon cover and asked why the girls all looked like whores, and when I said that they don't look any more like whores today than the old 90210 girls looked like whores in the 90's, his disbelief made me feel vicariously old and crotchety; and how I'm HORRIBLY broken out right now and have just been feeling crappy and gross in general. Which may mean I'm pregnant, but could just mean that I happen to be a little under the weather for some reason. So who knows. I know *I* won't know for at least a few weeks, and YOU will know when I want you to know. So don't ask. But I'm probably not. We've been "trying" since May, and every month I think I'm pregnant, and every month I'm not. So I probably just had a bad reaction to hot tub water or something. But GOD I feel ugly. My skin is so gross that it's actually physically uncomfortable. It looks like my pores have done some sort of freaky friday with the pores of a 14 year old boy. :/

And if you've actually read this far, I love you. :)

Hoooly crap.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 08:57:00 +0000

So...I know it's late. But now that my computer is in the basement, there's a big set of french doors behind me. I have to say, I'm not too weirded out by the idea of people being able to see me from outside, but every once in awhile I get the urge to turn around and make sure no one is standing like, RIGHT THERE. (Don't worry, this isn't a creepy stalker story.)

So all evening, I've been hearing funny noises in our backyard. We have a lot of wildlife here though, so I've learned to kind of tune it out. I actually like having all the animals around. Except the coyotes. And if I ever see a bear, I'll probably pee my pants and cry like a baby.

But tonight I was just finishing up Frogs on Hulu (which is a movie about various flora & fauna ganging up on a family and killing them), when I heard a sort of...knock, I guess, at the door behind me. What did I see when I turned around? A big fat raccoon with its face pressed right up against the glass, staring at me. Or the movie. Either way, it seemed a little too interested, and a little too unafraid. As soon as I moved to grab my camera it turned and walked away, but I have no idea how long it was there before I saw it. Hopefully it didn't get any ideas from the movie. :/

Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat???

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 06:28:00 +0000

My iMac is back!!! We were at Ali's party, and the Mac store called and the guy was like, "yeah, we're open until 10. You can pick it up anytime!" And I was sitting in a circle of people and I shouldn't have been so loud on the phone, but I was all like, "YES! Thank you so much!!!"

That story was so not necessary. But I don't care!!! It's back!!! And it's EARLY!!! :D The party was more of an outdoor/afternoon thing, so we had plenty of time to pick it up on the way home. They didn't need to replace the hard drive which is cool, but they replaced the glass in the screen, and when I asked why, the guy was like, "I dunno. To make it look nicer?" Which sounded like a load of shit to me, but I don't care. It's back it's back it's back!!! And afterward we were bored, so we went to Sephora, but I couldn't find anything new I wanted, so we went to Arby's. I got curly fries and a turkey & swiss sammie, hold the swiss. Because Arby's t&s sammies are df if you get them w/out the s. Brett got like 8,000 roast beef sammies. That's what he always gets. Their beef sammies are NOT df though, because the buns have milk.

When our agent stopped by on Friday she gave me the okay for my idea of moving my desk down to the basement (she'd said earlier that I should get it out of the living room), so when we got home from Arby's we moved my desk downstairs, and set up my computer there. Which is now, I guess, down "here." Since I'm in the basement right now. Watching Star Wars V and eating my sammie. So now when I use my iSight camera, instead of having stairs behind me, I have french doors. As you can see in the lovely photo below. Hooray for curly fries! :D

Incidentally, it's hot as hell here right now. According to the outdoor thermometer at the house we were at this afternoon, it was 110°, but that CAN'T have been right. Though I did feel a little sun-sick at one point. But okay, so yeah. I think I look kind of sweaty and pink in the photo I just took, but that's why. Because it's hot. That's also why my hair is so frizzy. And why I'm so fat. And not taller.

Peace.

Ewww...

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Sat, 16 Aug 2008 18:27:00 +0000

Does anyone else's Blogger dashboard look totally different today? I like how fb & last.fm warned us ahead of time that things were going to be different, and gave us a chance to sort of beta test the new look first, and complain about stuff we didn't like. I hate unexpected change. Except...zomg. YES! Now I can hide all those old blogs that I don't write in. They used to just sit on my dashboard ignored, and now they can be ignored and HIDDEN, which is awesome.

You know what I've been waiting for blogger to add, though? Some sort of comments manager thingy. I'd like to be able to see an at-a-glance list of the blogger blogs I've commented on recently, and who the top-commentors are on that blog, etc. Other sites have that sort of functionality, and it's great - you'd think google would be all over that shit. Whatever though, it's free. I guess I can't complain.

Oh, and also - as of tomorrow, I will have been iMac-free for a week. It will HOPEFULLY be ready Monday ("hopefully," he said. I could've died.), so maybe once I have it back I'll upload some photos for this month, because I realized last night that I hadn't uploaded anything yet. And then I uploaded this. Which I really don't think looks like me, but which Brett thinks really does. Go figs. I WISH my hair looked like that. And FYI: the graveyard background is because I've been going through a little bit of a Buffy/Angel relapse lately. Thanks, Hulu! ♥ :)

Oh, and also also - this is so awesome I could barf. Not for the squeamish, and pooosibly NSFW, but only if you work somewhere lame. Or with small children.

Can I have my Mac now, bitte?

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 18:08:00 +0000

As of this moment, I have 204 unread items in my Google Reader. I don't know how many new emails I have, because I had a lot of old emails marked "new" before I was w/out my Mac, but I know there are a lot of those, too. I just don't like reading stuff on this tiny little screen. And I'm not just bitching because it's a laptop, so don't roll your eyes at me, Leute; Brett's laptop screen is at least an inch bigger than this one. At least. And it's shiny and bright. This one is neither of those things. I feel like Doogie Howser clicking away on this thing. Only far less cool (and therefore far less popular) than NPH. Someone should make a WWNPHD? button for the Pieces of Flair app on Fb. Grr, I bet there is one, but I can't search for it because their search feature is STILL down. But NPH is the bees knees.

And speaking of my lack of popularity, what's with the lack of comments? Just because I'm not commenting on blogs this week, that doesn't mean you can't comment on mine. Brett finally felt bad enough to throw a comment my way, and he doesn't even usually read my posts unless I poke and prod him. There are many more people who read every post I write, but haven't commented lately. Or ever. Or hardly ever.

So the next time you see a post of mine pop up in your feed reader, click on it and comment, dammit! You know...if you want to. And you have something nice to say. Or something funny. I'll accept not-nice if it's funny.

I'm thinking of vlogging. Not always, but maybe sometimes. I'm thinking of vlogging about baby stuff once I fuhINALLY get pregnant. Because I figure if there's one thing people want to hear me talk about with my actual voice, it's vomiting and breast tenderness. Yes? No? I hate talking to a camera, but I think I could get used to it. I doubt I'll have much to say, but I don't usually say much on THIS blog, yet I still manage to fill it with "content," so I'm sure I could fill a three minute video once a week or something. On teh youtubes, so it'll be iPhone friendly. iPhone iPhone IPHONE. ♥

Ho Hum.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 07:22:00 +0000

My beautiful iMac had a bad fan, so this morning Brett took it to the Genius Bar for a little tlc. I thought maybe since it was just a fan they would be done with it by the time he got off work, but they actually have to wait a few days for the part to come in, so it could be as long as FIVE DAYS before I am basking in its warm glow once again. Only, hopefully its glow will no longer be so warm.

The GOOD thing about all this is that they're just going to go ahead and replace ALL the fans, which is cool, and while they're in there they'll check to make sure everything else is looking good, too. And it's all free. Which is also nice.

It's also kind of good timing, I guess. I never really LIKE to be without a computer, but our real estate agent is coming over on Friday to check out the work we've been doing around here, so I should really be focused on other things anyway. And I guess I'm not exactly without a computer - I have this POS PC laptop.

I mean, it's a pretty good computer and all, but it's no iMac. It's kind of like...it's like the difference between a McDonald's cherry pie and an actual slice of cherry pie; they'll both fill your belly, and they're both sweet and gooey, but one is just sooo much better than the other. Especially when it's piping hot, with crust that is light and flaky and just a little bit sweet. With maybe some sugar crystals sprinkled around the edges. (Can you tell that I really want a piece of cherry pie right now?)

Anyway. So I might post to my blog, but I won't be posting photos to flickr, scrobbling to last.fm (though I'll still listen to some stuff within last.fm), playing Challenge Sudoku or any other fb game that requires mouse skillz (this thingy has a trackpad, and I hates trackpads), or doing anything that I'd rather do on my big, beautiful iMac.

I also won't be watching Karate Kid I or II on Hulu. Because barf. I'm really not into those movies. I wish they'd put up more stuff I like. Not that they deserve my complaining though; they're friggin awesome. Speaking of friggin awesome, if you have an iPhone (or possibly even if you don't), lists.zenbe.com is friggin awesome.

I don't really care about the rest of what Zenbe has to offer (their email can only import POP so I was like, boo! because I like IMAP), but their lists thingy is great! At least for us. I'm craaazy about making lists. I make them for everything. I had a blog for awhile that I just used to post lists, but it was too tedious to keep up, so I quit and went back to using Entourage & Excel to make my lists, but the problem with that is when I want to share them with Brett, I have to manually send them to him each time I make an update, or he has an outdated version.

Zenbe is cool because I can make lists, invite B to share them with me, and either one of us can make changes that the other one can see right away. And they have a FREE iPhone app. There are other to do list apps for the iPhone that are possibly better, but they're not free. This one is, and it does what we need, and it's cool because now my to do lists can go with us wherever we go. Which might drive me crazy if I wasn't so anal, but I am, so it doesn't. Woo!

I just cut three millimeters off the length of my nails. :/

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 05:56:00 +0000

My hands are usually too dry for me to be able to grow my nails long in the winter, but I like them long in the summer. Really long. Inconveniently long. Brett actually complains about it, because they get long enough for me to accidentally scratch him, have trouble opening pop cans, etc.

And having long nails makes using an iPhone difficult (but not impossible!) because since it has to have skin-to-screen contact, and I can't use the tip of my finger because then I'm just stabbing at the vkeyboard with my fingernail (which does nooothing), I have to use the pad of my finger, which is big and clumsy.

I still like having them, though. I usually use gloves when I clean or do the dishes anyway, so they don't usually get too gunked up unless I'm cooking, and then it's just food, and it's easy to rinse out afterward. I keep them super clean. It's actually kind of fun to clean under long nails because when you're done, you have this big wide open clean white surface. It's like mopping the floor.

So anyway. Brett complains about them waaay too much, which I find really irritating, because if he hates something enough I eventually end up caving and just changing whatever it is he doesn't like, which makes me sad because I know *I* like having long nails, but if he doesn't want me to have them then all of the sudden I don't want to have them so much any more. But I do! But I don't. But I do! Do you know what I mean?

It's prooobably the way I made HIM feel when he had a beard. Because he likes having at least a short beard, and I'm of the opinion that a day's worth of stubble is the most facial hair any good looking man should have. If you have something to cover up, sure - grow a beard. HE has nothing to cover up. He was hiding a nice jaw line and a good chin under what I see as the male equivalent of leg hair on a woman.

So. I was scratching at my neck after watching Lars and the Real Girl tonight (which I deem cute, but a little sad), and I noticed that my thumbnail felt especially scratchy. I looked at it, and saw that it had a tear a couple of millimeters down from the top. Sooo...I cut them all off. I still have maybe two mm of white at the ends, but they feel really short to me. But Brett was happy when he saw them. And I got to tell him that I did it because I was tired of him complaining, which made him feel guilty, and made me feel a little better.

Besides, they'll grow back. I wonder how fast fingernails grow...I know hair is like, what...half an inch a month or something? Maybe fingies are like two mm/mo. That'd be cool. I'd like to have them long again by the end of August.

I had some things...

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 01:55:00 +0000

I was going to say here, but I'm in a hurry now and can't remember what they were.

I DO know that I uploaded some photos last night, so you should look at them. They're of a little "Memory/Travel Box" I made myself as a kid. I like to save things. If I were a serial killer, the popos would totally catch me, because I'd be all about the creepy "souvenirs," like the serial killers on tv are. Even Dexter saves blood, and he should really know better. Aaanyhoo, so here's the text from the flickr set, because I don't have time to write it again:

---

We moved a lot (alotalot) when I was a kid, and I traveled a lot. I made a few little treasure boxes of keepsakes over the years, and I found this one the other day while I was packing up random things in our basement (to move again).

It'd probably been like...I dunno, at least seven or eight years since I looked in it last. Which makes me feel old. But whatevs; that's life.

---

So yeah...check it out. And also - happy 08/08/08!!! I don't know if there's much significance to that date, but it's still cool. I should google it to find out if anything cool is coming out today, but I won't. I guess the Olympics start today, which is cool, since I'm pretty sure 8 is a lucky number in Chinese. I think it has something to do with prosperity. And maybe if you're an athlete you can relate that to winning, because winning means gold. Eh? Not to mention the endorsements. *Cha-ching!* Whatevs though, I don't feel like caring about the Olys this year. But I don't have a problem with them being hosted in China.

On 06/06/06 I dragged Brett to opening night of The Omen, which was craaazy crowded. With goths and teenagers. I fit right in. It kind of sucked, but not any more than the original ones did. And it was super cool to do something like that on 666. Because while Catholic school didn't rub much Christianity off onto me, it DID instill in me an unhealthy fascination with Satan and demonology. Which is why I own Constantine. And Stigmata. And The Devil's Advocate. And has probably played a not-small part in my love for Buffy and Zombie movies.

It's too bad 888 isn't creepy. But oh! 01/03/13 will be creepy, I bet. I like 13's. I'm of the "lucky 13" camp.

This post makes me sound creepy.

Some things:

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 08:35:00 +0000

1) I've just discovered that if you make a peanut butter and banana sandwich using a hoagie roll, you don't have to cut up the banana!!! It can remain intact; as phallic as God intended. It is glorious.

2) I uploaded a new photo set to flickr, despite Brett's strong objections. He thinks they're bad photos, and that I shouldn't let people see them. I think he's a douche. He might be right about them being bad, but I don't really care. I wanted to upload something new and didn't feel like taking the time to find one of my cameras to import, so there ya go.

3) I found this awesome wake up call thingy this morning, and aaalmost gave them B's phone number so he'd really be able to start his day off on a good note, but then I decided...maybe that's not the note he's going for at 6 am. Also, it's sponsored by both Walmart and Disney, which is a little creepy to me.

But back when the Transformers movie came out, I had special messages from Optimus Prime sent to both B's phone and mine. It was suh-weeeeet. I don't think Hannah Montana would be quiiite as enjoyable, though. But check out her rockin' microphone. *Bling!* She sure knows how to look badass. And not like a Disney slave. Her pants really say it all.

Apparently, I really feel like blogging today.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 01:32:00 +0000

Also, when I was typing in the url to start writing this post, I first wrote "blooger.com" which made me lols. Because I'm 30 years old and still think boogers are funny.

Anyway. The point of this post was to write that I've spent the last hour or so sitting in our living room watching Bones episodes and doing random crap in FB. Brett is in the basement playing some sort of video game. Probably FF[something or other; I think he has them all].

Sooo...I was about to start a new game of Word Twist, when my cellphone rang. With Brett's ring. I answered his call with a, "Nice, dude."

He acknowledged his laziness, and we continued our conversation for another seven minutes or so. During this time, we both agreed that we should get teriyaki takeout for dins, and also managed to select what we wanted from the menu, without ever actually making an effort to see each other face to face. Then I hung up with him so I could place the order, and once I was done, I shouted down the stairs, "TEN MINUTES!" And he shouted back, "K!"

You might attribute this horrible, lazy, anti-social behaviour to the fact that we've been married for eight years, but you'd be wrong. We've always been like this. We're both totally affectionate and romantic, and we're atrociously shameless with the PDA, but back before we were even married, yes, waaay back then, we spent HOURS ICQing each other from dorm rooms that were about twenty feet away from one another. Brett even proposed over ICQ:

*****

Brett 5/7/00 3:54 PM so do you think we'll get married?

Cat 5/7/00 3:54 PM nah. you forgot my candy.

Cat 5/7/00 3:55 PM ;)

Cat 5/7/00 3:55 PM i don't know, what do you think? i mean, 50%
of the choice IS up to you...

Brett 5/7/00 3:55 PM he heh.. right.. you're so loving.

Brett 5/7/00 3:55 PM well.. i know what i think.. but i don't know
what you think..

Cat 5/7/00 3:55 PM well why don't you tell me what YOU think...

Brett 5/7/00 3:56 PM i'd like to.. as soon as we feel like it.. i
don't know when that would be for you..

Cat 5/7/00 3:57 PM yay...me too. :) but i don't know how
soon...it's expensive, and time consuming...

Brett 5/7/00 3:57 PM it doesn't have to be expensive.. and as for
time, you have 6 months to work and do
whtaever.. who knows.. and it's not like
anyone would be planning alone..

Cat 5/7/00 3:58 PM yeah, okay, so maybe i could do some planning
while i'm not in school...but when would you
feel like getting married? do you know?

Brett 5/7/00 3:59 PM as soon as you want to.. i guess.. i'm so
accustomed to being wiht you.. i don't
remember life any other way.. and it seems a
rather natural transition.. i guess.. you
know..

Cat 5/7/00 4:01 PM it does...it does...so natural...but like,
when would you want to start telling people?
how long should we wait before we tell our
parents? do we need to get rings?

[Blah blah blah about money for awhile, and then...]

Brett 5/7/00 4:12 PM you're so cute.. damn.. ok.. well.. then can
we tell other people? do we even really want
to tell people? ooh, should i do that whole
"will you marry me?" thing? what about that?

Cat 5/7/00 4:14 PM what do you want to do? do YOU want to tell
other people? I'm fine with whoever; as long
as my parents don't find out until i feel like
i can show them that i'm trying to do things
sensibly... you can do the whole will you
marry me thing if you want to, but i'm pretty
sure i'll say yes, so it'd just be like...a
formality or something...what do you think?

Brett 5/7/00 4:16 PM i dont' like formalities.. hey, we could be
special and do it over icq.. wouldn't that be
trashy? um.. i think it's totally cool not to
tell your parents now.. we can not tell mine
too.. until later..

[Blah blah blah about who to tell, and when, and then...]

Cat 5/7/00 4:20 PM cool about [refers to edited text]...agreed about the
formalities, except let's NOT go the trashy
icq route...lets just say that it just kind of
happened gradually, with both of us just
talking about it more and more, 'cause that's
kind of how it happened. you can [refers to edited text] hey...so
um...does this mean you're my fiancee yet?

Brett 5/7/00 4:21 PM yes.. i am.. and you're mine.. ok..

[MORE blah blah blah about who to tell, and when, and then...]

Brett 5/7/00 5:06 PM dinnah, oh beautiful fiancee of mine?

Cat 5/7/00 5:59 PM fiancee....fiancee...fiancee...

Brett 5/7/00 6:00 PM heh heh ehh.. yes.. mmm.. i'm happy..

Cat 5/7/00 6:00 PM me too...i feel a little funny...because it's
new...but funny in a good way...cat jackson...

Brett 5/7/00 6:01 PM that sounds like hte name of some kind of funk
singer..

Cat 5/7/00 6:01 PM i likes it. i've been liking it in my head
for awhile now, actually...

*****

That's all I feel like sharing. And probably way MORE than anyone feels like reading. But weren't we sooo cute??? And at the time, Brett and I were 20 and 21 years old respectively. Which seems SO FRIGGIN YOUNG to me now! TOO young. But I felt totally grown up then, and pooh poohed anyone who said we were too young to get married. And apparently, I was right to do it! :)

Also, please don't allow the hideous length of this post to deter you from reading the other two posts I've written so far today. You should read alllll of my words! ALL OF THEM!!! ♥

Whoa.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 00:31:00 +0000

JUST after I posted my complaint about FB's removal of the import option, I noticed they'd added the option back in (under the new "settings" link, at the top of the mini feed), and they imported my faved YouTube video. FB FTW! :D

Bacon pie.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 21:41:00 +0000

Brett is back! He came home last night, and then worked a half day today, and he's home again for the weekend. Yay! ♥

On his way home today, he stopped at Costco for groceries, Taco Bell for himself, and McDonald's for me. My energy has been reeeally dragging today, so I tried eating a big huge green salad with olives and tofu and basil and a nice homemade vinaigrette for brunch, thinking that the protein and veg would pep me up, but it did not. Proper nutrition = FAIL.

Then I tried drinking a bunch of water, thinking that maybe if I just shocked my system with sort of the inside equivalent of a cold shower, THAT would pep me up. Proper hydration = FAIL.

Moving around = FAIL.

Lying on the couch and watching two hours of Shear Genius = (obvious) FAIL.

By 1 pm, I was lying face-down on the couch with my eyes closed. So I decided to go in a different direction, and called Brett, who was running errands, and asked him to pick me up some McDonald's. I got: a diet coke (for caffeine), apple pies (for carbs, fat, and a nice healthy dose of hfcs), and a chicken sammie (because I figured, you know...I might as well just go all the way).

And you know what? I feel better. This high may end with a crashing low in a few hours, but for right now I feel pretty good. Here's the weird thing though - I ate my chicken sammie first, and it pretty much just tasted like mayonnaise and breading. No shocker there. But my diet coke and the one apple pie I've eaten so far (why do they come in twos??? So stupid) have both had, I swear to God, a subtle hint of bacon in their flavoring.

At first I was like, "well, maybe someone didn't clean off the fryer before they cooked the apple pie. But WTF? I'm pretty sure they just microwave that shit inside its paper box; I doubt it ever actually touches human hands until I'm shoving it into my fat face. But maybe they also microwave their bacon, and they had just done that when they decided to heat up my pie? Idfk. It's a mystery. But how the hell does my COKE taste like bacon??? How does that HAPPEN??? Anyone? Don't tell me if you know the answer, but you think I might not want to hear it. Wait, no...tell me. Wait, no don't.

And on a completely unrelated note: what do you think of teh new Faceboks? (OH! My stomach is starting to hurt. McDonald's, I'm looking at you!) It took me a few hours to get used to using the new layout, but now I love it. I think it's sooo much better. And anyone who is pissed that they didn't make it more customizable with different color choices and all that can kiss my ass. MySpace is fugly. If FB ever becomes as fugly as MySpace, I won't use it anymore. There are, however, some things that I do NOT care for:

1) I can't for the life of me figure out what happened to my ability to import data from other websites into my mini feed (you know - Flickr, Digg, YouTube, etc?). I know I have at least one Stumble and one faved YouTube vid that should've shown up, but they haven't and I can't find the options to add/delete/update my acct info. If they really did get rid of the import option, that's so fuxed. They're retarded if they think it won't be missed. At least by me. And I'm important, dammit!!! Does anyone know if they plan to add it back in, or if it's just in some weird place that I haven't found yet?

2) They have a nice little spot under my profile image for me to "write something about" myself, but it's text only. All I wanted to do was add hyperlinks to a few other sites that I go to (just like on my profiles for Flickr, Last.fm, etc), but I couldn't even use <a href="...>. Hell, I couldn't even use [url]!!! Facebook, that is G-H-E-T-T-O. Fuckin' weak. And if I let them display my urls FOR me, you know, in my "website" section? They display the whooole thing, http and all. Which is ugly, so I keep it hidden. Much like Hugo Simpson. But there will be no bucket of fish heads for my website section, because it doesn't deserve them. I will let it starve until it learns to be a pretty girl.

3) Ew...my diet bacon Coke is sweating a big wet ring onto my desk. I should really finish it. Or get a coaster. I'll just finish it. Anyway, like I was saying...

3) You used to be able to add all kinds of cute shit to the bottom of fb comments, like Free Gifts, Green Gifts, you know, the type of ghey shit someone like me would (and did) add to like, a good 25% of their comments. What can I say? I like adding a birthday cake image to the bottom of a "Happy Birthday!" comment. Or a picture of a bikini to the bottom of a comment that includes a story about a sunburn. Today I went to add a four-leafed clover to the bottom of a comment for someone in the middle of a job hunt, and found that my only option was to add one of FB's "Gifts." Lame. FB CHARGES for their gifts. I never use them. Unless the are the free sponsored gifts that pop up once in a blue moon. I want to add Free Gifts and Green Gifts to my comments, gd it!!! Bring them back!!! :/

That's really it, though. Oh, I also hate that my photo section is so prominently displayed, since I usually just use flickr. But that's all I can think of for now. Even with the shitty stuff that they still need to work on though, I still like the new layout better. So good job, FB staff! You're like, 99% there.

This post is longer than I intended it to be. But oh! FYI (if you're one of the people who was still wondering) - Mordechai is home safe. So is Star (she got out too, later). And Mordechai got out AGIAN last night, and came home again this morning. Bastards. Wanting to get out and enjoy the world. Can you IMAGINE??? How rude! (Aaron, I totally think of FH every time I say "How rude!")

But, IF you were one of the people still wondering if Mordechai had yet been found, you could always check my FB status. 'Cause I updated it as soon as I found him.

Or, if you're not my FB friend yet (I'm looking at you, old people and fb boycotters), you could check my feed on Iminta. I have to manually update my fb status there, which sucks (I'm looking at you, Aaron Newton), and the time stamp on MOST of the shit that shows up in my Iminta feed is waaay off (and the amount of time that it's off varies from site to site, which also sucks), but it DOES show my activity on each site in order, which is the most important thing. So like, my Last.fm playlist info might show up after my FB status update, when in fact it was played BEFORE, but FB status update #343 will always show up after FB status update #342, which is good. I really like Iminta, and I want it to be good, and I want it to be popular. I think FriendFeed is ugly and stupid. There ARE other lifestream blogging options out there, but honestly none that I like as much as Iminta. So far.

Okay, now this post is reeeally too long. Kudos to you if you get this far. I'm going to watch some Bones and maybe play some sort of FB game until Brett gets off the phone with his birthday twinnie and makes me do something productive. Cross your fingers for me that they talk for a few hours, k? :)

Luh-AME.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 04:13:00 +0000

Facebook is down, and my cat is missing.

I switched over to the new fb layout yesterday, and it's awesome, exceeept that now it's down. I pulled up a erm...different fb account in a different browser, and it looks like the OLD fb is working fine. I'm thinking that deleting my cookies might allow me to regain access to the old fb on my real fb account, but I don't wanna. I don't ever want to go back. Plus I've already rearranged all my little boxes and shiz. Whinewhinewhine. I'll just wait it out; hopefully it'll be back up in a minute.

A little more concerning is the fact that Mordechai got out early this morning (around 4ish, I think, when I went to take in the trash bins), and I haven't seen or heard from him since. A black cat out before dawn and now at dusk is a little worrisome. Especially with all the half-asleep commuters probably driving through our neighborhood at those hours. Ugh. I don't want to think about it.

When I was little we owned a horse ranch, and we had a male cat who would escape out into the wilderness for sometimes days at a time. But he was an indoor/outdoor cat, and I don't know how many predators were around (out on the Olympic Peninsula). HERE, there are lots of cars, and lots of coyotes. Brett's parents live only about a mile and a half from here, and I think they've had two or three cats that they suspect were eaten by coyotes.

Guh...Mordechai, COME HOME!!! ♥

So...I'm thinking of making curry.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 08:36:00 +0000

Maybe fruit salad. Maybe both? I don't know. Right now I'm eating a fudgesicle (or "fudgeicle," if you will), and feeling a little bit like I'd rather just keep busy all night, instead of trying to sleep. Brett's away on business until Thursday, and while that's definitely not long enough to make me feel lonely, I have a strong dislike of sleeping alone.

It's not that I'm scared; I just don't see the appeal in laying down next to...nothing. When I was single I sometimes stayed up for days at a time. Or had to fall asleep watching movies. Maybe I'll see if Hulu works on the Wii yet. We somehow have 0 s-video cables in the house right now, and that's the only way my old-ass laptop can connect to the tv, so...yeah. I guess I could just watch shit on the lappy itself. Or actually watch tv. Ew.

Right now I have my laptop running behind me (I spent the morning laying in bed using it to watch Angel and play Word Twist), and I'm on my iMac. I'm Mac in the front, and PC in the back. Ha. If the PC was in the front, and the Mac was in the back, it'd be like a perfect computer mullet. Too bad that if given the choice, I'd always rather face a Mac. :P

Speaking of mullets...I'm also wearing a tube top and a super high ponytail. And I'm barefoot. I might as well be drinking cheap beer and sporting a black eye that I SWEAR came from falling down the stairs. Hawttt.

Anyway. Are you on Last.fm? You should add me as a friend if you are. But you probably aren't. Or you don't use it. I don't know. I wish it were more popular than it is. Anyway, so I spent a good chunk of today listening to Katy Perry. Which you would know if you'd seen my last.fm profile. Or my iminta profile, I guess, but that's neither here nor there.

What I'd like to know is - what do YOU think of Katy Perry? If you've heard enough of her to formulate an opinion. I think a lot of her shit is reeeally crappy (check out her "similar artists" section for verification of her crappiness), but NPR thought she was good enough to bother mentioning, and I've liked her "I Kissed a Girl" song for awhile now, so I thought I'd check out more of what she has to offer. Most of it wasn't worth listening to more than once or twice, but I kind of like "Hot N Cold" and "UR So Gay."

So...UR So Gay. Here are the lyrics. I'll admit I call THINGS "ghey" or "ghay" all the time, but usually when I call people "gay" it's because they're, well...gay. And they call THEMSELVES gay, too. So reason 1 for me to hate this song - the guy she's singing about is, according to her, NOT ACTUALLY GAY. Reason 2? I actually PREFER IT when guys are literate, eco-conscious, fashionable, wear sunscreen, and have good taste in music. I think they're better that way, and I can't stand it when guys are all butched up and caveman-ish. And if they bother wearing makeup, well, good for them. You know, if it works. Reason 3 that I hate this song: it ends with her spitting out the word PENIS like some sort of retarded ten year old.

The ONLY reason I LIKE this song is because it's sooo catchy. I totally sang it over and over while I was washing dishes this afternoon. (Incidentally, Brett - what the hell did you eat that was hot pink??? I couldn't figure it out.) But judging from the lyrics and/or from listening to it on last.fm, what do YOU think of "UR So Gay?" Is it too awful for me to listen to? Should I just stick with the thousands of other catchy songs out there, or is it maybe actually hilarious and not meant to be taken as a serious affront to all men who are awesome and metrosexual? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Eh?

Huh.

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 00:29:00 +0000

We recycle. So sometimes when I finish off a jar of something especially gloppy, I do this weird thing where I fill it with water and let it sit while I wash the dishes, in the hopes that most of the glop will loosen up without me having to glop up our scrub brush. About a month ago, I did this with a jar of peanut butter. There wasn't much peanut butter left in the jar; just those last little bits around the mouth of the jar, and in the corner place at the bottom.

We also don't pour our cooking oil down the drain. We pour it into clean used jars, and when they are full of oil, we throw them away. At some point, the above mentioned peanut butter jar filled with water made its way to the corner of the counter where we keep the oil jar, so that it looked like there were just two oil jars, and no jar full of soaking peanut butter water stuff.

I noticed the peanut butter jar while doing the dishes today. The peanut butter scraps had turned grey. I knew it was bad news, but I opened the jar anyway. APPARENTLY, if you leave a jar of peanut butter sitting on a sunny counter top for about a month in the summer, the resulting concoction smells just like blue cheese. JUST LIKE IT. It's amazing. Also amazing was how quickly the smell filled the whooole kitchen. And how long it lingered.

Another interesting fact: no matter how much I tried to tell myself to calm down and just imagine that it really WAS blue cheese I was smelling, I couldn't stop wanting to throw up.

And on a completely random and unrelated note: someone from Alabama just found my blog by searching for "I have a great rack." Which is awesome for them, because I DO have a great rack. Thanks.

Just a few quick notes...

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 21:01:00 +0000

because I'm SUPPOSED to be productive today. Sheesh. Imagine that.

1) Brett and I stayed at our friend Peter's house in B'ham last Saturday. We had a good time. We went on a walk at sunset, and I took a few pictures. Take a look. Feel free to comment, if you have a Flickr account. If you don't have a Flickr account...you should have a Flickr account. It's cheap as free. Unless you go pro, like me. Then it's aaalmost cheap as free.

2) I don't remember if I've mentioned this already, but I also finished uploading my photos from Seaside. And did you know that every month I usually upload a couple of random photos into a set just titled "[Month] [YY]" as well? There are a couple in there for July.

3) Shannon & Kim's birthdays are tomorrow!!! Should that be Shannon's and Kim's, since they're two separate events? Anyhoo. Happy birthday, girlies!!!

So...every year B and I go to at least one night of Shakespeare in the Park as put on by Wooden O/Seattle Shakespeare Co. This year we're only going to Midsummer Night's Dream, because we don't know anyone performing in Romeo & Juliet, and that play is...um...

So SHANNON is awesome, because she realized that since we prefer our SITP in Lynndale Park, we'd want to see either the 07/16 or 07/17 showing. And since 07/16 is her BIRTHDAY, and SITP is FREE and in a PARK, she decided to have her birthday party be a picnic dinner in the park before/during the play. So tomorrow we'll be seeing Jon perform in Midsummer Night's Dream at Shannon's Midsummer Night's Birthday. I'm bringing chocolate cupcakes, if you want to come. I think I'm bringing about two dozen (depending on how many I eat the night before), so I'm sure there'll be enough for the like, two local people who actually read this f'ing blog.

4) Last night we finally bought our tickets to our friend Dan's* LAST play in Seattle: Adventures in Mating. We're going this Friday. If you want to go too, get your tickets nownownow!!! They're almost sold out. I'm not sure what this play will be like, but the idea is that it's some sort of strange, choose your own adventure dealy. Read about it here.

* I chose to link to Dan's TPS page after realizing that his blog appears to have been mostly abandoned. What a nerd. What a nerd for NOT BLOGGING.

What the boo???

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 04:14:00 +0000

Okay, I was abooout to go into iphoto and choose some pics to upload, but then I saw on StatCounter that someone found my blog by googling "I hate being a Gemini."

WHAAA??? WHO HATES BEING A GEMINI??? Geminis are AWESOME!!! In case you didn't know, the top five astrological signs are as follows:

1. Gemini
2. Virgo & Cancer (it's a tie)
4. Aries
5. Sagittarius

I can't believe there are actually self-hating Geminis out there. I thought we were all totally in love with ourselves. But maybe that's just me.

Either way, if there's anything that visitor should be hatin' on, maybe it should be the fact that they accessed my site using I friggin E on a machine running Windows XP. Barfaroni. Maybe whatever it is in your life that has FOR SOME REASON made you hate being blessed with the BEST ASTROLOGICAL SIGN EVER can be fixed with a few simple upgrades to your machine. Or maybe you just need to get the hell out of Michigan. I'm just sayin.

Holy rocket fuel, Batman!

noreply@blogger.com (Cat Jackson) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:09:00 +0000

Once I finally choke down the last of tonight's curry, my hope is that I'll have created my own built-in jet-pack. So strong will be the force of my ass flames. I wonder if I could get all the way to Brett's mom's house tomorrow on ass power alone. Hmmm...and if THAT works, maybe I'll test out carrying Brett with me when we go to Portland next month. And if I could eat enough curry to fly us to Phoenix in October, we wouldn't have to pay for plane tickets, which would be sweeeeet. But I'll need to remember to wear a skirt. Because pants + curry jet pack ass = fashion disaster. :/

It's not that it's BAD curry; it's actually really, really good. Brett made it, and he has mad curry skillz. He was just a little..."heavy handed" with the spicy bits this time. And by "a little," I mean my lips burn so badly that I can't comfortably press them together. And I haven't taken a bite in about five minutes. I'd say it's about six stars, on a scale of one to five. But it's good though. Hellsa good.

Oh God...my esophagus burns. Jesus. But it's such a good burn. Like a shot of tequila when you just really need a shot of tequila. If you know what I mean. Besides, my step dad told me that in the love family they used chilis to get rid of intestinal parasites. So if I have any parasites today, I bet I won't tomorrow!!! :D

Speaking of "the family," we found someone to do our yard work for us. Guess who? Guess whoooo??? My brother All's friend Smooth. Out of all the virtue names I've ever heard, Smooth's is the best by faaar. It's really "Smoothness," but I guess he just goes by Smooth. Like Sharing goes by Share. Fuckin' awesome.

I was never in the family, so I never got a virtue name. Every once in awhile someone asks me what I think my virtue name would've been, and I usually say something like "Creativity" or "Wisdom." But after hearing Smooth's name, I've decided that my virtue name will be Dope Ass Mother Fucker. Damf, for short. Not really a "virtue," but neither is "All" and everybody still loves him.

Maybe I'll make Damf my new nickname. When we were at the coast last week, Sam got pepper sprayed (he didn't do anything wrong, it's a long story), so I nicknamed him Pepper Spray. Which then rapidly became Pepper, Sgt Pepper, and then (after Maria decided that "Sgt Pepper" gave him too much authority and not enough emasculation), Brett came up with Paprika. So Sam's new forevs nickname is Paprika.

Then Brett kept correcting people, and he was dubbed Inspector Corrector. Somehow Sarah became Ceviche Sarah, but I forget why. I wanted a nickname too, and tried really hard to get people to call me Awesome Opossum, but they weren't havin' it. Maybe Damf, though. Call me Damf!!! :D Or Cat. Cat is fine, too. And I guess some people call me Kitty, and that's okay too. Just not anything that sucks.

Aaanyway, so Smooth is coming over tomorrow and the next day with a buddy to work on our yarrrd. I doubt it will look beautiful when they're done, but I'm sure it will look markedly better. Which will be nice. I hate being home while people are doing work here, so while they do their thang I'm gonna go to Brett's parents' house to hang out with his mom, Alison, and little ♥Esmond♥. I'll try to take a bunch of photos. I also have some photos from Seaside that I should upload soon. Hmmm. Maybe I'll work on that now...