This is the vehicle. It's quite fun to drive, and excellent because the rear window rolls down. You get some convertible-like wind action goin' on when all the windows are down.
However, anyone that is familiar with my lack of driving/parking skills will be amused when trying to picture me trying to park this bad boy. I had to try in three different spots the other day at a shopping center parking lot. Tights spots = no good!
At Christmas, I went to the mall and ended up stuck with a tight spot. I was trying to park it, and it was much like the scene from Austin Powers: forward, back, forward, back. The best part, probably, is that to passers-by I look really pathetic since I probably have five feet of space but am taking no chances, so go forward and back, repeat. Anyway, so this dude in a big Ford truck stops to watch the spectacle, along with his buddies. (They probably thought I was leaving and they were going to snake the spot, but then they just decided they'd stay and give me a hard time.) Now, it's hard enough for me to park this truck without an audience, but having them laughing at me (I assume) while I do my thing... That's too much! So finally, hot and red, I rolled down my window and said, "Could you PLEASE go away?!" The guy is like, "What, am I making you NERVOUS?" Exasperated, I yelled back: "YES, YOU ARE!" Taking pity upon me, he laughed and drove away. Oh, those chick drivers!
Chris assures me this thing is easier to back in than it is to pull in forward. I'll have to practice that someday, but maybe I have to find an empty lot since I don't want to practice on OPP. 'Til then, I'll keep hoping I can find a nice spot at the back of the lot. :D
Chris is cute. When I told him about it last night, he asked how old Kyle was, and then said we should probably install a pool fence. We read so much in Florida about little kids drowning in backyard pools... It's a necessity for someday anyway, so we may as well do it now. Thoughtful and sweet, right?
These are ibises. I counted a flock of 36 the other day, foraging for food by a pond.
There are also egrets, herons, anhingas, and lots of iguanas.
Gotta start bringing my camera soon!
he's all better now, though - off eating someone's hibiscuses, no doubt!
turns out that they can only stay in that hibernation state for 6-8 hours, after which they die.. which explains the dead iguanas i've seen around. i guess it's a good thing i didn't just let him sleep!
i was trying to figure out when oreo came here to see when she was due for her shots again... i used flickr for that. flickr is so handy for so many things, esp. when you're meticulous about tagging pics the way i am.
she was at the petco or whatever that place was for 6 weeks or so, during which time she turned really mean, out of misery in the situation. not only was it sad, but was a pretty self-sustaining thing: she got mean from being at the adoption center, no one would adopt her since she was mean, she would stay at the adoption center, she would get mean from being there, etc. that's when chris said, "bring her over here." and so i did.
she's still a little asshole; for example, she waits at the door when i open it JUST to make sure that kitten doesn't dare to come in. of course, i don't tolerate this behavior at all and have taken to kicking her out whenever she's mean to the poor docile kitten. she always knows what's up, too. when she's mean, i get angry and come after her. she run-waddles in her little fat-cat way into the bedroom to get away from me. it never works and she makes horrible "she's killing me!" noises the whole time i walk her to the door. fun stuff.
but all in all, she's a pretty good little cat. she spends 95% of her time in the house... the only times she goes outside is when we kick her out or she wants to eat some grass. most of the time, she's in here sleeping, playing, or eating. she spends a lot of time talking to us. whining, i should say. it's kind of a joke around here. "mrow! mrow! mrow!" ALL THE TIME.
also, she has some totally weird behavior that you cannot sit on the toilet without her jumping on your lap. seriously. you could sneak by her, fast asleep on the bed, and the SECOND you sit down, you see her making a mad dash into the bathroom. i guess it's because it's the one place she gets undivided attention, but.. you know, sometimes you're not really in it for the long haul. sometimes you just wanna pee! it's seriously weird. she's, like, OBSESSED with sitting on our laps when we're in the bathroom. it's really... well, it's weird. but it's funny, too. anytime you see her running at you with that concentrated look on her face. "i'm gonna DO this!" well, you just have to laugh.
so all in all, i got to thinking tonight.. when chris was having a "mrow?" "mrow!" conversation with her... that she really does add enjoyment to our lives. even if she's a little jerk to the other cats and makes going potty a never-solo experience.
now looking at these pictures, i am thinking - wow, she's lucky i'm the one that got the call when she was found knocked up at that boatyard. and she's really lucky that i found me such a good boy, who gave her a home and, well, puts up with her too. (and even talks cat back to her!)
we're all very lucky. the thought doesn't often escape me.
Yay! Yay for weekends and federal holidays and Tuesdays off, too!
The kind lady who cleans our house was here today... I would have felt bad hanging around, crampin' her style, so I took Gretchen & Sebastian off to the doggy park. We stayed for a good TWO HOURS... They are totally worn out; both are sleeping now.
It turns out that Sebastian comes out of his shell, and out from under my legs, after the first hour or so. Note for the future. Gretchey, as always, was outgoing from the first second.
Wednesday is my long day at school... Yeah, I get to spend my birthday (a big one, at that) at school ALL DAY. But Thursday we're going to Orlando for one of Chris's conferences, so I'm playing hooky from class on Friday. I feel bad about it, but.. uhh.. I guess I gotta take this scholastic liberty where I can. The weather is going to be kinda cold, but I'm thinking we may do a manatee dive or something. !!! Also, uh... Yeah, another four-day weekend. I can't complain. :)
it's 65 and rainy out. it feels awful.
the weather is always a toss-up.
winter is nice because it is cooler out. you can go without a/c. use blankets. windows-down in the car is sufficient.
but then... well, summer is nice, too. especially on days like today when it's TOO cool out and you get anxious for hot summer weather. today i started talking about how nice it'll be when it gets warm again so we can go to the bahamas. it was so pretty there.
of course, around that time i'll be bitching about it being hot for most other things (homework in the car between classes? ha! not without the a/c), but.. well, like i said, it's a toss-up.
this morning i woke up to some snorting noises.. snort, breathe, snort... i laid in bed thinking, "what on earth is THAT?" and then thought, "oh, no, it couldn't be!"
i get up and hop over to the bedroom window and, sure enough, there's wailey... mounted upon little bjorn. doin' the nasty.
so i guess bjorn is a girl after all. (i had my suspicions.)
i went to get the little camera, to get it on video... the noises were pretty amusing... but chris, as usual, was out of space on the camera. by the time i got rid of some already-uploaded videos, they were done.
it remains to be seen whether or not i'll wind up with some baby redfoots from this coupling. i hope not - what will i do with them? then again, they'll be damn cute. and maybe i can place a few around south florida with folks with nice enclosures for them.. i dunno, i guess it's too early to figure out if i will have to worry about that or not. interesting thought, though!
yep, got me some glasses.
chris said i look like a teacher wearing them.
i hesitate wearing them at school...
see, this chick at work found out i was nearing on 30 and was like, "what?! you're older than me!? i thought you were 24 or something!" and she called me a BABYFACE. bless her heart!
but i think the glasses make me look older. and i am VERY SELF CONSCIOUS about being old at school. everyone there is, what, 20? 21?
my one class is filled with a mix of ages (my wed. night class - surprise) and there is a MUCH OLDER WOMAN in another of my classes. other than that, though, everyone is card-able. for cigarattes.
why should it matter than i'm older? i don't know. i guess, hey, i lacked the foresight to do this when i was younger! but, well, when it comes down to it, i got a pretty good thing going on NOW. only OMG, yesterday, chris got home from work late and it seemed like FOREVER.. it was 8 o'clock.. normally i would've only beaten him home by 2 hours, but since i was home all day, it was FOREVERRRRRR. i felt like one of the puppies, following him around, begging for attention. :D
as for the youngsters, it's really kind of amusing, actually... to listen to these kids on their cell phone, snippets of conversation. today some chick said, as she walked by, "and she told me i had to get all my stuff out now or she'd get it out for me" and another was saying how she didn't want to be no fucking whore or nothing and then, uh, it would seem that her interlocutor hung up the phone on her. ahh, to be young and dramatic! THANK GOD those days are over.
one thing that kinda sucks, and i really have to keep telling myself that it is the FIRST WEEK, is that... like, hi, the stuff is hard! i went from classes i didn't have to even THINK about to having to read shakespeare and plato's 'republic' -- much different. we got our first round of paper topics today in the literary theory course and i'm staring at the four topics thinking, "can i do ANY of these?" of course, i've only read one of the three stories we base it on so far, so i am guessing it's hard to even judge at this point, but... i am not used to doubting my ability like this, outside of math! i feel like this is a big leap into stuff i'm not used to.
but then again, it's the FIRST WEEK. and i take comfort -- the girl next to me, on her notes, wrote: "PLATO'S IDEA'S WERE...."
i figure, well, at least i'll be doing better than SOMEONE...
This week has been interesting! Monday was, as expected, a bit of a disaster... There was an accident on the highway, I couldn't find a parking spot, I couldn't find my building, etc. I was so late for my first class that I may as well have missed it; I picked up my syllabus and that was about that. The rest of the day went much more smoothly. And I got some time outside, which was NICE.
Yesterday was at home.. Which was surprisingly BUSY. After the sleeping-in part. Maggie Moo (yes, she's back) and I woke up late, then all the doggies got baths, I reorganized the kitchen closet, did some other organizing, did schoolwork, then made a nice dinner. Ha ha.
Today was back to school, for my long day there (it ends with an evening class). I'm lounging on the couch now, watching Law & Order. Ahhh.
So hmm, life is quite a bit different now. It's nice not going to work every day, for the same thing, day in and day out. I'm a little nervous about this semester, though; I have a lot of work ahead of me. And I have NO idea how these classes compare with the ones I'm used to... For sure, the subject matter is more difficult. Eesh.
Tired for now. Tiiiiired.
so today i went to the bookstore. enjoying one of my last days as an earning person. see, monday is my deadline - as of monday, i am a full-time student. no more $4 teas from starbucks, no more $40 trips to the bookstore, etc. but that's not until monday, so today i enjoyed both. :)
one book i looked at was by photographer norbert wu, antarctica under the ice, or something along those lines. there was the usual - penguins, orcas, etc. some interesting/sad stuff about how orcas follow the ice-cutting ships to get into water where they have access to fish they wouldn't otherwise, but how sometimes they get trapped in pools of shallow water when the ice-cut channels close back up. the caption of one of the orcas read: the speed of the orcas shows they may somehow understand their precarious situation. interesting.
what i never thought about, though, is that under all those layers of ice there are.... sea stars. jellyfish. and fish. fish that are so well adapted to that cold that they will die if they get as "warm" as 40 degrees F. there are really.. things to see if you went diving there.
really a pretty cool book, but it was $40, and although monday is my tighten-the-belt deadline, i decided i would visit this book rather than buy it.
anyway, my whole point is that the book reminded me how freaking awesome photography is. not only are the images that wu captured beautiful, but they tell stories about the way things are in a world that is completely foreign to us. i put the book down thinking about how much i LOVE photography. :)
How do you people do it?!
We're hitting near-record/record lows the last couple of days.. last night we got into the 30s. Even Elliot came in! (And actually, Kitten wanted out. I felt bad, like she didn't know what she was getting into, but I gave her plenty of chances to come back in... That damn Oreo must emotionally bully her so.)
It was something like 40 when I went to work today. Oh my god. I was only wearing a tank top and thin coat, so... Jesus. It's now 53. This is ridiculous. You should see everyone around here, walking around with their winter coats. It's really quite the spectacle, not to be repeated for years. Well, actually, we'll whip them out again next year when it gets down to the 50s, but it won't get into the 30s again for a long time -- hopefully.
Ellie slept in bed with us. He did happy paws all over the bed, violently. He's pretty cute. You have to trick him into coming in, and then the second he's in, he's like, "Ahhhhhhhhh!" and all happy. Stomping all over the bed, demanding we pet him, burrowing under the blanket, biting our thumbs while we sleep. Pretty weird little fella. He's actually spending the day under the bed today since he wouldn't come out for anything, including wet food. Hey, whatcha gonna do?
Anyway - burr. I know it ain't no -17, but 38 is just as bad when you're used to 80!
i just really can't drink anymore. i had three drinks last night.. three. THREE. and i have basically felt like hell all day. well, i'm also having horrendous cramps, which doesn't help, but i'm definitely hung-over. from three drinks. well, and some champagne.
i can't even figure it out... i mean, i do realize that this bartender makes stiff drinks. but c'mon now... THREE DRINKS!?
we were both so tired last night. we actually went back and forth on just staying in, but dean's girl was outta town -- so he needed company -- and, well, chris's mom was IN town. this necessitated getting out of the the house. it was nice just going to the local place, though.. a walk there, a walk home..
chris's parents left today. it's real good to have the house back to ourselves. we've remarked upon this a dozen times today. his mom is apparently mad at me for talking back to her the other day - ha ha. she's a real peach.
i've done NOTHING today. nada. but ah well, i guess that's what days off are for...