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Name: Bratfink
Gender: Female
Interests: I crochet, stalk people and things with my camera, read, and enjoy vodka and a box of good, fine wine [but not together!]
Expertise: NEAT STUFF ==> www.jordanessentials.com/rephome.php
Occupation: Currently occupied with what's
Industry: WRITE ME! Bratfink (at) crawle
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/2/2006
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| ~No Words Necessary~
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| ~THAT Was Fast~
Last Tuesday The Boy mailed out two boxes. One went to Iraq. KP informed me that it got there, and it only took five days. She told me her packages were taking a week or longer to get to her, so I was pleased as hell. I figure they must be working really hard to get packages to the troops in time for Christmas. I think that's super.
I had this idea about something to send to KP. The Boy thought it was kind of a silly idea, but I knew something he didn't know. Here's what I sent to KP ==> 10519
As you can see by the description, KP sent that to ME, first. And I knew that she was missing home and her kitties, and since I couldn't send her a real live kitty, I did the next best thing.
This was one of my better ideas.  Ever.
Of course I also packed the box with candy, because there was a lot of room in there. Not that it was easy to find something other than what Lancelot is sending her. Trying to get that woman to tell you anything is worse than pulling teeth. She just doesn't want people doing nice things for HER.
KP, I'm here to tell you that it's YOUR turn to have people do things for you. SO THERE! 
In other news....
My voice is sounding terrible.  I asked The Boy to bring me home some cold meds, and he did, and I am thankful. He abhors having to stop anywhere after work; he just wants to get home [and who can blame him?] He brought me home some Mucus Relief DM [took one of those suckers right away; almost threw it up--they taste AWFUL] and some night time cold pills that work pretty well for me.
I'm sure The Boy is hoping I lose my voice. 
I didn't do much with the freezer because I'm trying to get the temperature down in there. We put some bread in there so I'm waiting for that to freeze before I start putting more stuff in there. I did throw four pounds of butter in there that The Boy picked up for me the other day.
I went to wash up some dishes today but realized I had no place to put them, so they remain unwashed. The Boy said they will have to wait until Tuesday, when we can work on figuring out where to put some pots and pans and clear up the dish drainers. [insert heavy sigh here]
IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING! ARGGGGH!
One of the movies The Boy got himself when he went out on Black Friday was something called 'Dark City'. Roger Ebert called it the best movie of 1998. Neither of us had ever heard of it, which I'm surprised about. I guess you can call it a science fiction movie, but it seems like a graphic novel made into a movie, sort of like 'Watchmen'.
But I need to warn you about something. TRUST ME ON THIS, PLEASE. On the Blu ray, there is the theatrical version and the director's cut. This is what you need to know [from IMDb trivia on this movie]:
New Line Cinema forced Alex Proyas to include the opening narration by Kiefer Sutherland, which Proyas objected to, saying it was unnecessary. The narration gives away several key plot twists and consequently many fans of the film prefer to watch it with the sound turned off during the narration until Sutherland looks at his pocket watch.
After we watched the director's cut, we watched the beginning of the theatrical version. And you know what? We agree with Alex Proyas. The narration wasn't necessary because VIEWERS ARE NOT IDIOTS. We are able to figure things out and if we had listened to the narration [which is NOT in the director's cut] THE MOVIE WOULD HAVE BEEN RUINED FOR US.
It's really really good. Catch it if you can.
And with that, I'm sending this down the tubes.
Going to eat my [very late] dinner, take some cold pills, and hit the hay.
Have a good night and a good day.
I'll try and do the same.
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| ~The Freezer and Cat Dynamics~
The Boy got bored or something and decided to tackle the kitchen and make a place for the freezer. After much gnashing of gums and swearing, he did it.
Picture ==> 11915
I was talking with Bratsis and telling her that Kitty is getting as fat as Boobs. Kitty has pretty much stopped sleeping in his box and taken over the place where Smiggy used to sleep.
Kitty ==> 11916
Smoke doesn't have a 'regular' place where she sleeps. She just finds a convenient spot. ==> 11917
Here's where Hootie likes to sleep lately ==> 11918
And I finally caught Smiggy in his new sleeping spot ==> 11919 I swear his ears just get longer and pointier. We should rename him and call him 'Spock'.
Boobs claims our bed for his own. He's pretty much got the best spot. Hootie will still nap there once in a while, but usually leaves when we go to bed in there.
Cats are amusing. In another couple months, they will probably all have different places to sleep. It's interesting to watch them move around.
Of course, if I put five empty big boxes on the floor they would all claim one and sleep in it. They don't seem to like 'kitty beds' much at all. I guess they just want to find their own places to nest.
Goofy animals.
So, it's Sunday, and I'll slowly start moving some stuff from the chest freezer to the upright. It will give me a chance to see exactly what is in there, and to organize as I go. Put my butter in the door; that kind of thing. If I can get all the veggies in one place we may start eating more of those.
Let me set this for lift-off since midnight is fast approaching.
Have a good day, and we'll all meet back here tomorrow.
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| ~Here and There~
Just a few things....
I got this video link in my email and wanted to share it: http://www.biertijd.com/mediaplayer/?itemid=13658
I have no idea what kind of singing career he wants; I know that I love his voice. Just not sure how that can translate to Rock and Roll. I think he would make a great opera singer.
It bothers me a bit that these kinds of voices, which I am sure we have here in the United States, don't seem to be found on American Idol. I don't watch that show, by the way. Never did. But I have followed the results, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, just wanted to share that with you.
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I have a cold. I got up at 2:30 a.m. with a runny nose and cough and as I write this it's five hours later and not much has changed. I DID find a couple of my cold pills; let's see if I can at least get the nose dried up enough to catch some Zzzzzs.
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It's 22 degrees F here at this moment; we don't have snow forecast but it's cold enough to happen for sure. Bratsis has snow in HER forecast which just cracks me up. I didn't think it snowed in Alabammer EVER. But then, I never knew anyone who lived there, either.
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The Boy's cell phone rang at around 3:30 a.m., scaring the living shit out of me. I rushed to find it because I had this vision of The Stepdad laying on the floor and needing help. It wasn't his number; in fact, it wasn't a number The Boy had in his phone at all. It could have been some drunk kid from http://textsfromlastnight.com/ who happened to get a wrong number. Maybe someone got a text saying, ANSER YR FONE!
If it was you, now you know why.
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We had a couple more incidents where a cat has peed on the bed. I'm secretly pleased that all these incidents happen on The Boy's side of the bed, but perhaps I shouldn't be. Maybe they are liquid love sonnets and I am unloved. It wouldn't surprise me; I think the cats put up with me but ADORE The Boy.
I happen to think it's Kitty peeing on the bed, although I have no DIRECT proof. I think that if Kitty wants to go into the potty room and it's already occupied that he takes the other potty--meaning The Boy's side of the bed. In the beginning keeping the door shut worked. Then I caught Kitty jumping on the door and scared him away. It's a pity that door doesn't latch. That might help a lot.
At any rate, The Boy's pillows were pretty much decimated by one of the incidents, and he is not happy AT ALL. Can't say I blame him, either.
I gave him some money and he went to the Dollar Store and found a couple pillows for six bucks. It helped, and sure beat the hell out of him using MY pillows. But he is really missing his feather pillow.
The Mother told me that she got us both a pillow; I think that means we are each getting one, but I am very happy with the pillows I have and will let The Boy have at when we get them. How he can sleep with three pillows is beyond me, but maybe he can stash one just in case. Because I have a feeling that he's going to need an extra somewhere down the road.
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We were trying to watch 'House' and Smiggy was sitting smack dab in the middle of the teevee screen. I used The Cat Torturing Device to lure him down to the floor and he chased The Evil Red Light under the new freezer. I put the light away and watched teevee.
Pretty soon, Smiggy is back up there again. I do the same thing again.
Same results.
The Boy was getting frustrated. "Why the hell is he sitting in front of the damned teevee?"
"I think I'm inadvertently training him to expect the red light if he sits there," I told him. I hadn't thought of this until I saw Smiggy looking up, down and all around while he was up there. I had to get up and shag him away from in front of the teevee.
I think Smiggy is onto me. I have The Cat Torturing Device in a basket on my desk, and when I reach for it, making a little noise as I move stuff to get it, I see him looking at me expectantly. I think he knows. But he's still not immune to the fatal charms of the red light, for which I am thankful.
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Kitty intrigues me. He's got very strange colored eyes and sometimes he even seems intelligent, although I'm still pretty much leaning toward the Idiot Savant of Cats thing myself. The Boy says he's 'normal', just clumsy. At least once a day that cat leaps and misses or slides and misses or turns and falls off something. I always tell him I'm not laughing AT him, it's something I'm reading on the computer, but I don't think he's buying it.
If ever I had a cat that I'd believe was an alien taking human form, it's Kitty.
And it doesn't surprise me that he ended up HERE.
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| ~A Short and Sweet Announcement~
A publisher wants my book.
I wasn't going to mention this here, but I decided to share the news. What you WON'T get, however, is the name of the book or anything else, because I don't have this blog to help me sell books.
I have this blog to help me keep my sanity while dealing with the insane Weirds.
For my family and friends who know me, you can expect more information as soon as I have some.
In other news, I purchased The Boy's Christmas present today and he's going to be One Happy Boy. You'll hear more about that after Christmas, because if it's the last thing I do, he's going to have to wait to open it. Bwahahahahaha.
As Naked Sara said to me earlier [referring to herself], "I can't NOT be a bitch." I can totally relate.
I bit the bullet and called The Mother to make sure that NO ONE was going to be getting him the same thing. She assured me they are not. So that's kewl.
Our temperature has really dropped. As I write this it's 26° F and The Boy is going crazy complaining about how damned cold he is. This is just the beginning of what I'm going to have to live with for the winter.
We really ARE having a problem trying to figure out where to put the new freezer. The nice part is that it has wheels, so we can actually plug it in and just keep moving it around until we find a home for it. Not the optimum solution, but it will work for now.
And with that, I am going back to watching 'House' with The Boy. Still working on Season 1.
Hope you have fun things planned for your weekend!
TWENTY DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!
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