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kitty porn v.2

why does “my” cat have to be the bottom?!

Yesterday was my Wednesday “on”… Ran all over but didn’t really do any actual “work”… it was mostly face-time.

Lunchtime was spent watching the “Bush in 30 Seconds” DVD at a friend’s house. I need to stop watching these types of things. You don’t need to sell me on the idea that Bush is a bad idea… So anything more I take in just winds up making me angry. I’m sick of digesting my own internal organs over the current administration.

I tried the new steak salad at Panera. (it’s nummy – but I could live without the Gorgonzola and it still pales in comparison to the mouth orgasm which is their Asian Chicken Salad).

Danny cut my hair…. I went to happy hour.

I don’t know which is a better indicator of Spring’s arrival. The flowers coming up in the yard, the oak pollen which is making my head feel “off” or the cats – who have been completely acting a fool.

They’ve both been pacing the house, staring out the windows and howling, and the more disturbing trend as of late – having sex on the sofa…

Now I don’t think they’re really having sex per-say… They’re both boys… They’re both fixed… but I guess they didn’t get the memo on that one.

Nonetheless – it’s always disturbing to hear kitty growls emanating from the other room and walk in to see…. THAT going on. I’ve caught myself blushing and verbally saying “Oh… pardon me.” – and leaving the room..

I should simply sit down on the end of the sofa and stare at them with a puzzled expression on my face. Turnabout “IS” fair play you know.

*I’m not blogging.

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housecall

Kevin sneaking with my camera again

Danny came by the house yesterday and cut my hair. It’s been over a month since last he groomed my mop.

He’s still dealing with some serious pain from his surgery and he’s modified his work schedule accordingly. (I’ll think twice about bitching about how a lack of portable computer is effecting my workstyle).

I’m ill equipped to deal with friends who are in pain. Oh sure, I can do the happy-go lucky cheer-em-up routine – but inside I’m twisting my internal organs into a ball worrying about them.

He snipped away and we chatted about all sorts of things including his present husband hunt.

He wondered if he ran an ad reading “Aging Ex-Drag Queen Hairdresser, some surgical scarring, big dick, top – seeks life partner” would work.

I cleaned up the coffee that sprayed outa my nose and told him he’d definitely get points for honesty.

What he forgot to add to that description was: Warm, loving, compassionate and the type of person who makes friends for life.

I did my reciprocal tutoring on his iBook and we snarfed a gyro salad down before sending him on his way and me back to my hole in the back of the house to try and get some more work done.

If I had a blog – I’d be half tempted to try and play rent-a-yenta and offer up this fine specimen of potential husbandry. (email me if you want his AOL Addy). 😉

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hairdresser on fire

getting yelled at for fidgeting

Box arranging yesterday and fiddle-futzing with the house network. DSL still doesn’t seem to be turned on – but Kev’s got all of the machines talking to the airport hub now. Well – sorta – my machine won’t talk to the USB Color Printer. (grumble)

Upgraded all of the machines to Panther… F9 is worth the price of the upgrade.

Danny called that afternoon, probably getting my “I feel so haggard” hints in recent non-blog entries – and said he’s recovered enough to cut some hair….

Well – he didn’t need to twist my arm… We picked Chad up from work and headed over to his place.

“Group Haircut Love for All!”

fidgeting

It’s really amazing if you think about it… Hairdressers wield so much power. (Yes, I’m tipping my hat to Morrissey)… But seriously, what would take hundreds of dollars and countless trips to a therapist to make you feel better about yourself, your hairdresser can do for thirty bucks and thirty minutes.

We left Danny’s and I felt like a new monkey.

*I did have a residual complex because he noted that my gray hair has apparently tripled since he cut my hair last in December….

But I’ll save that ball of neurotic fretting for another day – and I’ll sure as hell not blog about it.

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gypsies, tramps and designers.

location pixel pusher

Was up and out early. Yesterday was my Wednesday on and Kevin’s off.- a new concept to deal with since we don’t have an office now..

Fortunately the nice folks at Apple turned around the repair on the Powerbook quickly. I’ve got a brand new screen and battery… (Suddenly the $300 I popped for the Apple Care Plan doesn’t seem like such a rip off anymore).

I packed up my bags and headed to the ballroom/event center client to camp out and work. They’ve got wireless for the restaurant so I could pretty much wander the entire HUGE space and stay connected.

They’re still mid-office move and while waiting for the construction of their offices in the the bowels of the building to get finished – they’ve rigged a temporary workspace in one of the meeting rooms.

I parked myself at the corner of the owner’s desk for most of the day – which was a little odd. She loved the idea of her pet art director being within smacking distance.

It’s been a long time since I worked in a “work environment”. It was fun to hear the HR director (seated behind me), cackle with the accounting lady who I really should have spent more time kissing up to since she’s the one who processes our invoices.

Their sales staff is comprised of a young 20-something blond woman, a rather swishy early 40-something man and a sexually ambiguous (metrosexual) 30-something “doode”.

The blond loved my shoes.
The 30-something ran around and acted distracted and cordially professional.
The swishy one acted nervous every time he got around me and avoided eye contact.

I don’t think I’m that intimidating… Although I looked in a mirror and the stress of late is written all over my face. Combine that with about 10lbs I’ve gained back, with the fact that Danny’s surgical recovery has gone longer than expected and I’ve not had a haircut since before Christmas…

Well – I guess I do look a little haggard and spooky right now.

It’s not like I’m blogging my life or anything so none of you will ever know just how run down I’ve made myself.

so bah-ha.