Feline Physics 101: Your seven pound cat, being neither solid, liquid, nor gas, can and will expand to occupy all but a six by six inch square of your queen sized bed. Feline Behaviors 101: The aforementioned cat, regarding you only as "food dispenser," really does expect you to sleep on the floor. Have a great Wednesday!
Yesterday, I accidentally infuriated an obsessed Twilight fangirl. I told her, "I didn't hate Twilight, but I would have liked it a lot more if, "the greatest love story EVER," wasn't literally built on the sole foundation of, "you LITERALLY smell good enough to eat." I thought she was going to take a swing at me...but I stand by my totally valid point. Just a random thought for the day. Have a great day! Votes are in!
Since I've been blest enough to have such great friends, you've all been voting for me to host a couple of fashion shows. Here's a fashion tip that only applies to about five people in the country: If you know you have things to do in the morning, but will then be home to do some work before leaving again, it pays to remember: Those hair clips with the dangling chains and feathers are adorable to go out in. But, knowing in advance that you're coming home to a kitten that turns into a psychotic, feral monster when encountering feathers...make sure you take the clips out! Crazy kitten + feathers near your exposed neck = OUCH! Have a great day - your votes are in!
Generally, I prefer to talk, rather than text. But, I was grateful for texting when my aunt texted me last night to give me the news that my shamelessly Twilight-obsessed cousin gave birth to her daughter, at 4:52. Texting allowed me to express my genuine excitement, and not allow my ecstatic aunt to hear me laugh out loud when I was told the baby's name: Esme Renee. I can't wait to meet the new edition to the family...but I don't know if I'll ever be able to say her name with a straight face! Today, celebrate (and have a laugh at) your family's unique form of crazy. Happy Friday! Your votes are in!
I took the semester off from my usual martial arts class, but went in Monday and Wednesday at the request of my Sensei, to give him a hand. I've been a member of this class for the past five years straight One semester away...hasn't changed class dynamics at all Monday, a kid I've been personally teaching for three years didn't recognize me after just six months away. Despite having the exact same hairstyle, makeup, and jewelry, apparently just showing up in a long WHITE coat, instead of the ong black one I had always worn before...means, "you can't be Julia!" in a conversation...with a 31 year old man...about Twilight. Wednesday, my friend, who missed Monday, candidly reported back to me that, following Monday, every single new boy in class contacted her, to tell her about the, "super hot black belt," that showed up Ahh, priorites. The army boot camp drill sergeant style warm up I executed, as well as two hours' worth of fixing everyone's sparring technique...no where near as important as, "OMG, she's HOT!" Life, frustrating and amusing as ever. Have an awesome Thursday! Your votes are in!
So, since we were sharing cat stories last night, I thought I'd share another of mine. A coupler of nights ago, I finally earned my "Crazy Cat Lady" certificate. I own three cats, take billions of photos of them, and talk to them like they're people. But I finally earned the official title when I found myself snapping pictures of my Himalayan. Her name is Persephone, and I caught myself talking to her as I took photos on my phone, saying, "Come on, Persephone, find the light! You know your face photographs best when you find your light!" And, I really expected she understood me, and would listen! But, being a cat, she turned her nose up at the crazy lady, and trotted off to play with the other cats. Score one more sub-division of my inner crazy! Votes are in!
