I just had to share.

I drove through a town today with the BEST NAME ever.

It was called “Bangs”

I laughed out loud.

You want to see some pissed off cats? Put collars on them. Mine HATE their collars and are walking around trying to slip out of them and/or pull them off.

The rabbits are staying until September 17th. So…I’m a rabbit mom for a little over three months.

I hate rabbits.

I shall pinch your head!

Me at Pride Prom a way back in … um…. 2001? I think

I can’t figure out how to rotate this one but this is me at work. I like this picture because it’s one of a very few where I am both smiling and my eyes are still visible. That rarely happens.

Amy you’re right….it’s addictive!

Possum again. They loved this box and would fight over it all the time.

Another Possum … er … pussy shot. Sorry! I couldn’t resist.

Pixel won the box this time!
Here you can see one of her white spots. She has another one on her very much lower belly. I’ve been trying to get a picture of her rolling over, but she refuses to cooperate.

Tomorrow….more pictures… either of me or of my nieces. I haven’t decided yet.

Well.

I’ve upgraded to Xanga premium for a month.

Let’s see some pictures!

This is House Guest #1 — Bun Bun. She’s currently the boss of the whole household and routinely chases my cats as well as the other rabbit.

House Guest #2 — Hazel. She’s littler, and I’d say quieter, except neither one makes any noise. She is a foot nibbler though and has been known to nip at my toes while I nap.

This is Possum, the current head honcho of the kitties. I woke her up from a nap to take her picture and she wasn’t really happy about it.

This is Possum’s sister, Boots. She is the bitch of both of the rabbits and both of the other cats. In general, she gets smacked around a lot, but doesn’t seem to mind.

This is Pixel. She came from outside (a stray, gasp!) and is therfore a wee bit tougher than the other two. She’s still very shy and has a tendency to run from the camera as much as possible.

This is the car where the fire at my apartment complex started.

Another view.

This is the car that was parked on the passenger side of the car where the fire started. I was on the driver’s side.

Old habits are hard to break.

Finally

Something goes well. Had a meeting with my boss about my paper today. Third meeting. The first two both sent me home in tears. Being handed your ass on a silver platter is all well and good, and I think I could handle that — except he had the nads to tell me that I should have come to him for help and then there wouldn’t have been any of these problems. Fucker. The fact that he was writing an NSF grant and didn’t even open his office door half of the time was only a bit discouraging. As was the fact that half of the things that he bitched about were things that I’d ASKED HIM ABOUT. Several times. And he gave me no answer or just told me that he’d think about it.

But enough of the bitterness. Tonight, I will bask on my cloud of “vast improvement” and “lots of good hard work”, I will go to see the Bourne Supremacy tonight and then tomorrow I will grit my teeth, have a drink…or three, and then get down to re-write number one.

I.

Must.

Have.

This.

That there is my “Toasted Marshmallow” car.

Poor thing.

Random weekend road trip with the family.

Niagra Falls and back in less than 36 hours.

Took my mom to a country western bar and gave her Tequila Sunrises. Have to try that more often — she’s one of a very limited number of people I can actually drink under the table.

Then I had adventures in cleaning over at my uncle’s abandoned trailer (That is a LOOOONG story). Suffice to say, it used to be a refrigerator full of food — until the electricity was turned of April 1st. And we just cleaned it out….yesterday. Foul. Foul. Foul. FOUL.

Got pictures back from my car and the other cars that were crisped. I should post those….I’m driving dad’s truck … no cruise, standard stick…

makes me miss my old people car.

The poor car is going home to it’s daddy for some TLC and….possibly to meet the scrap heap. Estimates come in at well over the value of the car so it could very well be bye bye to my car (which I am now calling the Toasted Marshmallow).

Currently I’m one of those cars that people slow down on the highway to rubberneck at…and people walking down the street stop to stare at…and people walking past it in the parking lot point and laugh at it.

Poor little car. Still does drive though, so I guess that is indeed a positive.