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Jan. 19th, 2016

In the 'things that suck' file...

I have a cold. I hate having a cold. It means my head aches a lot and my nose and sinuses become a snot factory. A person should not be able to create this much snot.

And I'm tired. All I want to do is sleep. This, of course, is not what Miss Sassy wants.

I woke up with a weight on my chest. A furry, warm weight that started purring when she realized I was [sort of] awake. She then moved to curl up around my head. So I went back to sleep. She moved back to my chest. Rinse, repeat, until finally the third time I woke up partially, she sat on my face.

She literally plopped her butt on my right cheek.

This is most definitely *not* incentive for me to get up, cat. I rolled over and went back to sleep. She did the whole curl around my head until i was on my back again thing. Whereupon she moved back to my chest and purred in my face.

She is a most insistant diva kitty. So I got up.

Besides, I had to go to the bathroom anyway.


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Jan. 14th, 2016

Today, I did nothing.

You know what doing nothing looks like?

It looks like sitting in your chair with a lovely, sweet Siamese stretched across your chest and shoulder, sleeping away, lightly snoring, while you sit and think about absolutely nothing at all, except how warm and like clean linen her fur smells.

That's all I've done today.

To be fair, it's been a pretty shitty week. Between David Bowie dying and now Alan Rickman, it rather deflates a person. It rather takes any get up and go you had when you woke up in the morning and spirits it away, making you want to sit, with a cat on your chest and do nothing but smell her fur.

And that's what today looked like for me. I mean, it's not like I don't have a scarf to finish, some chainmaille bracelets to work on, some weaving to do, dishes that need washing, a dog that needs a bath, a floor that needs sweeping...


But really, who could resist this face?

It's a hard life, being a diva kitty.



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Mar. 30th, 2015

Pictures make a post...

Recent garden blooms-

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And recently made things-

Gaming bags-

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Mini Bags, Available Here.

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Full sized bags, Available Here.


And I made myself a lap throw, which was promptly taken over by the cats-

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There's more, all of which are listed Here.


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Mar. 13th, 2015

Well this is fun.

Last night, Mark comes upstairs to the bedroom, where I'm laying on the bed, reading.

He heaves a big sigh, " Finally", he says, "I finally beat him." He's referring to the boss in the video game he's currently playing that has successfully thwarted him for 3 nights running.

I, having put my book down to listen to him, deadpanned, "Your cat farted in my face. Twice. Then she left me." Miss Sassy, having finally decided that sleeping upstairs on our pillows and stealing 3/4 of them while we were trying to use them, is the best thing ever, had literally just done that and left to go back downstairs.

He started laughing at me, " Well, it just means she loves you!"

I replied, "Yeah, she takes after you in that regard."

"Hey! I don't fart in your face!" He says, between giggles.

"No, but your farts sure as hell do stink as bad as hers did!" I said. And went back to reading my book. Thankfully, it's getting warm enough to leave a window cracked and it aired out pretty quickly.


Siamese cats. Can't do a damn thing with them.

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Today has decided to be annoying.

Netflix disc that was supposed to arrive today, didn't, so I had to find something on streaming to use as background noise that isn't something *both* of us want to watch- not as easy as it sounds.

Barnes and Noble 's store inventory isn't updated properly, so the book they supposedly had in stock at the closest BN here and that Mark was going to pick up to surprise me with- isn't actually in stock and I now have to order it online instead (surprise!Mark said, halfheartedly.}:/ )

Not even going to try to photograph you, Mr Red Bellied Woodpecker peeking around the big feeder at me. Yeah, I see you. You're still an asshole.

Hmph.


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Feb. 10th, 2015

Your internal alarm clock needs to be reset, cat.

Last week, 944 am, Miss Sassy comes upstairs and into the bedroom, then walks across the pillows, back and forth, purring loudly, determined that I get up and feed her. Progress!, we thought, she's finally coming into the bedroom on her own, maybe she's finally settling in!

The next morning, 844 am, she does the same thing. Even throws in a few plaintive meows until I gave up and got up. Still, progress! Yay!

Over the weekend, nothing. But then, Mark usually gets up before me on the weekends anyway, so she'd have no need to come wake me up and demand breakfast.

Yesterday, you guessed it. 848 am, purring madly, sticking her face right in mine. Need to rethink this progress thing...

FOUR TWENTY AM THIS MORNING. Miss Sassy decides to come visit us. Purrs madly and walks back and forth until I move the covers so she can lay under them, on my arm and against me just so. Spends an hour and a half with me, purring the entire time. This cat has a loud purr. Needless to say, I dozed rather than slept again. Then she leaves.

615am, Mark gets up. When he leaves, I asked were she was. He said camped out downstairs in her usual spot, but don't worry, she'll come bug you. I grumble and pull the covers over my head.

745 am. I told her I was not, under any circumstances getting up THAT early, deal with it. She left, used the litter box and came back 10 minutes later. Nope, still not getting up. She curls up with me for 30 seconds, jumps up where Morrigan's dry food bowl is, helps herself ( oh that'll make Mo real happy, that will.}:/ ) and leaves.

1034am, she comes back and I agree, grudgingly, to get up.

On the one hand, I'm glad she's finally, after 5 months, feeling comfortable enough to not only go in the bedroom, but to camp out on Mark's pillow during the day, as she did this weekend and after she ate this morning. But on the other hand, seriously, cat, you need to adjust that internal alarm clock of yours. Insomnia has nothing on you.


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Feb. 4th, 2015

Yeah, yeah...

I know, I don't blog nearly enough. There's really not much TO blog about, honestly. I lead a fairly dull life right now.

Almost finished with the dice bag shells that I have preplanned out, 6 more to go, then I can start sewing them up and going through the odd skeins and forming up new color combos for more.

Have a personal weaving project half done. Need to weave the other half and then see how they look attached together. Then I can move on to the project this is a sample/test piece for.

This month is the final cay payment. Then we can dump that money into our only credit card and savings. It'll also free us up to do more things we keep talking about wanting to do and money won't bee to tight. Heh.

Mom in law is about the same, no better (obviously) but not noticably worse either. The brother in law's parents will be staying with them for awhile, as a test run to see if they can coexist together and move up here fully.

No news on my family's front, which generally means either they're snowed in or everyone's ok.}:P

Pets are all good here as well. Slowly getting Caena's skin issues under control again. Miss Sassy and Morrigan tolerate each other, but that's about it. Not that I expect that'll change anytime soon.

And I guess that's about it.


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