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8 month old Bootsie
8 year old Bootsie

We have traveled far from your New Jersey birthplace, Mr. Boots.
Here's to another 8 years (and hopefully even more than that)!
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
So I was trying to get Bootsie to eat the more healthy canned food, and he did okay for the first serving in the morning, but then serving number two when I got home from work he was less interested in but did eventually eat all of it. Unlike his beloved Friskies, however, he'd eat some and then wander off, and then come back and eat some more, and so on. The third and final serving is when hilarity ensued. And it's funny because there have been times when he wouldn't eat at all if he really didn't like something, but this time I knew he would eat it, he just wouldn't be happy about it.
So Bootsie's regular walk is all weird and stompy because of brain damage whatevers, but he was having like, a temper tantrum over this food, and he started stomping really loudly and intentionally and well, petulantly, and it was HILARIOUS because he'd eat a bit of the food, and then stomp all over the kitchen in a snit and then go back and eat some more, followed by *STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP* followed by more eating.
I don't think me laughing at him was the result he was going for, but that's the result he got. (And I did give him some Friskies once he ate the grain-free stuff.)
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
1. Bootsie snuggling is the best way to start the day.

2. Fresh garlic smells (and tastes) the omnomnomiest, and the whole apartment still smells like it this morning.

3. Getting paid for 8 hours of work I don't have to do. (And I get my first full-time paycheck next week!)

4. I sold another book from my online store. (Even if it was to Niki, my cousin-in-law.)

5. Weather is such that I've been able to eat lunch outside quite a bit (a trend that will hopefully continue).
fuzzybluemonkeys: Your silliness is noted. (alpha)
Starting Monday!

Which may take some getting used to after having so much free time. It's actually a full on 8 hours a day/40 hours a week. Even my Princeton job was only 7.25 hours a day/36.25 hours a week, but it probably balances out with that commute being longer and more obnoxious.

Gonna hafta pester the Bootsie extra this weekend.

The upside of course is not having to worry so much about money.

Ironically, I get tuition reimbursement now that I no longer have time to take a class.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Meg living in captivity. (one girl revolution)
You know, those douchebags who rhapsodize about how perfectly a banana fits in their hand? And be like, "Explain to me how the female reproductive organs were intelligently designed. Because unless your Intelligent Designer is a sadist, that shit makes no sense."

Hell, I can't figure out how it makes evolutionary sense either. Curl-up-in-a-ball-to-die pain is not really conducive to running away from predators.

And the uterine cramping is made extra annoying to me by the fact that at least with my intestines, I can (and did) poop my guts out and feel a little better for it. But the uterus owies do not have any sort of abatement method (other than the aforementioned curling up in a ball to die). At least I've got the 90-day birth control, so that this only happens once every three months instead of once a month, but still. OW.

Plans for today:
-stay in pajamas
-wallow in self-pity
-cuddle the Bootsie lots
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
Hey. Hey! You're not allowed to sleep all day: that's my job!

Also you are in my spot. You need a permit* for that during daylight hours.


Well, I guess I could just curl up here next to you. But be aware that you are in direct violation of [yawns] rules... and... stuff.

Mm. Sleepy naptime.

*ha ha purr-mit
fuzzybluemonkeys: Your silliness is noted. (alpha)
1. This morning there was bad singing going on outside and Bootsie looked at me with this absolutely horrified WTFIsThat face. My thoughts exactly, Mr. Boots. My thoughts exactly. (If only I could make such hysterically cute faces about it.)

2. My car continues to run, and the battery seems to be doing okay despite the cold.

3. 5-pound bag of potatoes for 69 cents. [insert 20 pounds of crazy in a 5 pound bag Leverage reference here]

4. Got my deposit back on the old apartment (which I did not break into despite it being where we used to live)

5. I actually have off for MLK Day tomorrow. Suck on that, Princeton.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
My thoughts while cuddling the Boots:

Bootsie is very warm.
It must be because of his fur.
He's a furnace!

*cackles maniacally*

You're welcome.
fuzzybluemonkeys: (highway)
There is a North Skunk Creek and a South Skunk Creek, but no Dead Skunk Creek.

There was a Dead Horse Creek in Wyoming (as well as a Crazy Woman Creek, which I side-eyed until I decided it was preferable to Dead Woman Creek), and just generally, Wyoming had a lot of creeks of the [Adjective] [Noun] Creek [Road] formula.

Iowa was the land of wind turbines. They had a whole gentle giant majesty going on especially when compared to the smoke stacks of South Dakota ejaculating poison into the air (seriously though, the phallic imagery was pretty epic).

Little Sioux had a billboard that seemed bigger than the town itself saying "Prepare to meet thy God". Um. Sure. I'll meet my god, who doesn't exist. Then Sioux City, and finally Sioux Falls where Bobby and Snowmiser conspired to trap me for the night with blizzarding and road closures. Though I guess if I was going to be delayed somewhere, it's nice that it was a place I got to make Supernatural references about.

This is the first time my car has ever gotten below 30 miles per gallon (27: yikes!), but I figure it was due to a combination of the car being weighted down with my stuff and the weather/windiness as well as spending a lot of time idling to warm up the car in the morning when it was below zero out. And the other numbers were in the 30s and I got as high as 37 on one tank, so not too terrible overall.

Driving in the wind is incredibly tense-making. Even with the extra weight, I had to make minute course corrections and got all hunched up over the steering wheel about it. I know some of the extra windiness was from the storm, but seriously, set up some wind turbines and you'd be set for power.

In other reference makings, I stopped in Bozeman, Montana for gas on the final day of driving. I seem to have a thing for states with future Star Trek history in them. Going from the future birthplace of Captain Kirk (although not in the alternate timeline of the reboot cuz there he was born in space), to the future site of the launch of the first human warp drive/first contact with the Vulcans.

I wound up spending a lot of time following trucks and sort of using their speeds as a reference to what would be best given the icy conditions and wind.

I did not get hit by a Semi when "Bad Moon Rising" came on the radio.

There were periods of no radio reception as well as only scary religious radio reception, and lots of country (which led to me discovering Carrie Underwood's "Blown Away").

Bootsie was of course NOT PLEASED throughout the ordeal, but he wasn't overly howly about it, and he drank and ate a little the second night so I didn't have to force water down his throat with an eye dropper like I did the first night (I was slightly less worried about dehydration since it wasn't super-hot summertime, but winter Bootsies need liquids too).

Being a "young woman traveling alone" (as both Dad and Aunt Flossie felt the need to warn me about) did not really seem to affect my travels in any way that I could tell.

I'm sure I'm forgetting lots of stuff because well, three days of driving insanity almost two weeks ago, but that gives you a taste, I guess.

Of course when I finally got to my new apartment, they were still putting the flooring in and that made everything extra stressful and obnoxious, and Bootsie hid in the crate while they were there all the next day, which was a little ironic considering how it had gotten progressively more difficult to get him back in there.

But they finally finished, and the new floor is nice, and I got my stuff all moved in. I still have some boxes around that I should probably do something about, but I'm getting there, and my first week of work went well.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
I am thankful for my Bootsie (even when he makes it really difficult to find an apartment),

I am thankful that I will be employed soon (even if moving is stressing me the hell out right now),

I am thankful for my sister (and cousin Skip),

I am thankful for books and reading and libraries,

And, as always, I am thankful for Babs Bunny.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
So I shall inflict it upon the internet in as many ways as possible.

fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
No more diarrhea, no more of this not peeing nearly enough for all the water you're drinking nonsense, and most certainly no more sneezing. That is just completely uncalled for.


Guess who needs to go to the Vet. Again.

[And yeah, I know the peeing is related to the diarrhea dehydration, but the whole shebang is worrying me to the point where I'm sick, so between the two of us, the apartment smells just fantastic.]
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
Turns out it was originally a Turquoise Whatsit before it went through Bootsie's digestive system, and from what I can tell, what came out Saturday night is all of what he ate, which is good news on the "there's not more in there" front. And it was actually a piece of ribbon folded in half and sewn with a hem that then served as the drawstring for a pair of pajama pants. In other news, I've figured out why Bootsie likes sleeping on the laundry pile so much (and why that closet will now be closed thankyouverymuch).

He's still having diarrhea though, so we're keeping our 4:20pm Vet appointment.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
The Boots started having tummy troubles yesterday which culminated in the evening with him, uh, relieving himself of what I believe to be the culprit. Which leads to me wondering what the hell I [used to] own that's like a green tie or drawstring type thingy. Because, you know, if there's more of it or something similar, I'd like to prevent him from eating that in the future. Now, I know he likes to eat ribbony stringy things based on an incident early in our acquaintance involving the vomiting up of said ribbon, as well as later instances involving the removal of string from his mouth and throat. As a result of this, I tend to be fairly conscientious about such things. Of course, the original ribbon was in a closed box that he opened, and he ate off the tip of Babs's ear for fuck's sake so there's only so much I can do.
Right, so at first I thought it was a green ribbon, but closer examination (say it with me now: eeewwwwwwwwwwww) revealed that it was a folded over piece of cloth with a machine-sewn hem, and I have been wracking my brain and looking all over the apartment to see if I can find something that's missing a Green Whatsit, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what the bloody fuck he ate.

The good news is that he seems to be doing better today, and I got my car battery recombobulated such that I can take him to the vet sometime this week if need be.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
It is not necessary to announce (via howls of bloody murder) that you have killed your bear five times in one night. I have no doubt that your bear is really most sincerely dead.
Your Sleep-Deprived Mommy
fuzzybluemonkeys: Evil Hand (zombies)
In honor of the shortest day of the year I turned off all the lights, closed the blinds to block the street lamps, snuggled up with the Boots and my sister-made quilt, and watched 30 Days Of Night.

And as an added bonus Solstice gift: I got an A on that paper that was kicking my ass and have a 4.0 GPA to show for my first semester. (I wasn't really worried about Papermaking and Bookbinding, but it's still like ahhh *sigh of relief* and History of the American Book could have gone either way because the Final Essay and Final Exam were 50% of the course grade, yeesh.)
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
It would help if Bootsie were less cute and distracting.

"No! Do not look upon my face! The cuteness will be too much for you!"
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
(Because I now have large amounts of floor space such that there is enough not littered with art supplies and other junk for me to lie down upon.)
and Bootsie wanders over as if to say, "Hey, you can't do that, that's my thing! Are you a member of the Lazy Kittehs Union? I'm gonna need to see some identifica-- Oh, you're right it is comfy here." *snuggles*
fuzzybluemonkeys: fuzzy blue monkey (Default)
"You have too much fur and we have to return some to the fur fairies."

This admonishment really didn't help as far as preventing him from trying to eat the comb, but it amused me in the meantime.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Your silliness is noted. (alpha)
1. Bootsie is a festival of cuteness. (These boots are made for walking)

2. This vid inspired me to [re]watch Children of Men as my SciFi Saturday movie which helped wash out some of the bad aftertaste the book left behind. It also introduced me to my latest obsessional song. (We Won't Run)

3. Henry! Henry is Sanctuary's techno-wizard/resident geek [♥] and also a werewolf Hyper-Active Protean. (All Star)

4. The Invisible Man was cancelled long ago, but Bobby and Darien are living happily ever after, or as happily ever after as a paranoid goverment agent and a dude who can turn invisible and goes all evil from time to time can live. (All The Way)

5. Hannah from S Club 7 is on Primeval. Therefore, it is totally inevitable (and awesomely so) that there should be a Primeval fanvid set to S Club 7 music. (Don't Stop Movin')

6 [-1 for angst]. This one is not happy in terms of content (Batman doesn't do happy), but it is happy-making in that it is cool and well done. (Hurt)
fuzzybluemonkeys: (highway)
And I have neither an SUV nor a team of sled dogs (nor a Tonton), I said, "Eh, screw it," fired off an "I'm out today" email to BMR, and went back to bed until 1:30pm (as you do).

In related news, I think I need snow boots.
Yeah, I made it through four years of lake-effect Rochester snow without them, but I'm old and decrepit more mature now, and I like my feet to be dry.
My first instinct would usually be blue, but in this instance, I'm thinking fire engine red.

Now to head out (bootlessly) into the frozen ice planet to dig out my car for tomorrow.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
of bringing home a Bootsie cat. I am very happy that I did.
His Tumbliness doesn't seem to mind too terribly either.

fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
...of the Vet telling me I take good care of my Bootsie boy.

And he only weighs half a Ringo.
fuzzybluemonkeys: winged fuzzy blue monkey (silly)
1. Okay, so Bootsie is neither recently discovered nor a song, but he does have a song (and no list of Happy Things is complete without him, so it counts): These Boots Are Made For Walking by Nancy Sinatra.

2. I'm liking the Saab commercial music choices of late: New Way by Ana Diaz.

3. King of Anything by Sarah Bareilles. I love the song and then the video adds the silverware piano FTW.

4. Eet by Regina Spektor.

5. Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Bootsie (kitty)
Bootsie sheds his grace on thee.

(and on the rug, too)
fuzzybluemonkeys: Evil Hand (zombies)
1. Have a Bootsie to love and be loved by.

2. Not go to work.

3. Sleep in and snuggle with the Bootsie-face due to not having to go to work.

4. Retrieve my new glasses from Sears.

5. Go to the Levittown Public Library Book Sale.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Anything you can geek, I can geek greater (geekery)
This was supposed to be a video of Bootsie being all cute and fascinated by the open window, but he stopped being fascinated as soon as I turned on the camera. He's still cute, though.


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