Seattle P-I: A-Rod, Yanks plague M’s
A-Rod incurred the wrath of Mariners fans when he left to go to Texas and take the highest contract ever in the MLB. Now… he’s going to the only team who can pay enough to stroke his ego. Good riddance A-Rod. The Yanks couldn’t win last season with 3 of the league’s top players — it’s not likely that you’ll make any difference.
Question: What has ruled the last 24 hours at Casa K-M?
Glasses
Jon popped one of his lenses on the bed and we haven’t been able to find it. (I’m thinking it was gone before it hit the bed.) Lift up some prayers that we find it — I’m not in the mood to make a journey to Watertown to get it replaced, even if it would be covered by insurance.
Basketball
After a trip to Watertown for banking, lunch, and Wal-Mart, we quickly headed home to drop off groceries and then went to the high school to watch some basketball. Three of my confirmands were playing (one in each game in addition to a girl from the churches) and two of them were playing games at the same time. I watched the first half of B-squad and the second half of C-squad before I headed in to watch varsity. Varsity and C-squad lost (a shame because they were playing our big rivals) and B-squad kicked major butt. I usually am bored to tears by sporting events, but I had a great time tonight. I also got some work done on my afghan — a good thing since I’m having some problems in being able to work on it…
Bossy Cats
This morning I was awakened by 13 lbs of fluffy tabby roaring loudly for me to get up and follow him. I followed him downstairs into the Confirmation room and he walked into the chapel… where Jon was doing devos and his brother and sisters were “helping”. Methinks the cats are in favor of family devotions???
Off I go to fold bulletins like a good little khouria!
I was sitting at the laptop and I started hearing strains of “Jesus, Lover of My Soul” being played on a tin whistle. Jon came up a few minutes later and announced that he was cultivating the art of gremlin charming. I went down to see and the gremlin was sitting on the filing cabinet looking very confused. She didn’t want to pose for a photograph and went to hide in her litterbox. After a thorough wipedown with some baby wipes, we put her back on the cabinet and got these pictures…
1. Are you superstitious?
Nope.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
Gluing a mirror back together
3. Believer or not, what’s your favorite superstition?
The one about the black cat being bad luck if it crosses your path. Of course I don’t believe it — I have a beautiful black princessish cat.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
I don’t necessarily believe in luck. (Why should I? I’m Irish. Luck is in my bloodstream — I just know it’s there, not something that requires belief.) I have a favorite number, but I don’t know if it brings me luck necessarily.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
Not really. I’m a Taurus, but even that doesn’t fit me because I should logically be a Gemini (because I’m a twin) and I’m not.
Someone emailed me the link to the story in the rubbish pile waste of webspace tabloid known as the Drudge Report about John Kerry’s alledged affair. My thought: are their scum so desperate that they’re ripping stories of the National Enquirer? If his marital infidelities were such a horrifying issue, they probably would have surfaced somewhere around… New Hampshire? I mean, for goodness sake, he’s a P-O-L-I-T-I-C-I-A-N. It’s not like his life is all that private. Wouldn’t something like this be kind of public knowledge early on?
I think someone is really scared of how well he’s doing and wants him out. Why else would this crap be drudged up dredged up now unless there’s someone who wants him down?
Even if it’s true, I’d still take him over Bush. His lies haven’t shed the blood of thousands of innocent people or ruined the reputation of a country in the world.
**UPDATE: Guess which of the following newspapers reported on the alleged John Kerry affair:
The NY Times
The San Jose Mercury News
The Seattle P-I
The Pioneer Press
The Star Tribune
The Washington Post
The LA Times
If you guessed “NONE OF THEM”, you’re right. I guess there are more important things than the trash ordure slander libel gossip produced by the idiots at the Drudge Report.**
The optometrist called this morning and told me that my glasses were in. Jon and I went to go get them before heading to the churches to do chores and they’re really nice.
My most beautiful black cat Edda has been having bloody noses lately so we took her to the vet on Monday. She was the example of sweetness to the vet, only complaining when they took her temperature. (Wouldn’t you complain if they shoved a thermometer up — never mind.) She was patient on the way home as the trip was prolonged by us sitting in a few ditches while we waited for AAA to arrive to tow us out (or, in the last case, a good samaritan offered to give “the kitty and its mommy” a lift back to town while “Daddy” waited for the tow truck.) She takes her antibiotics joyfully and is repentant when she sneezes blood all over me.
Well… I got home from church today and she was acting strangely. She was very playful this morning (as is her normal custom) and right now, she’s nuzzling everything in sight, chirping, and sitting with her butt in the air. I called my mother-in-law who explained to me that she’s in heat. Oh joy. Too bad my stallions were decajoned last year! They’re giving her a wide berth and I think they’re a little afraid of her right now. I think they’re secretly glad that she and Freya are going to be spayed on March 8th.
Anyone want to tell me how long she’s going to be this way?
**Update: She’s doing somersaults and various acrobatic moves that I didn’t even know were possible for a cat. My boys are very confused. Cullen tackled her on the bed and bathed her earlier (which always seems to calm Freya) and that actually calmed her enough for her to nap. (Then again, she’s a cat — they sleep 14/7.) Her cooing isn’t all that annoying — in fact, it’s almost comical to watch her.**