General updateyness.
Hey,
Only one day of summer left before school starts, so I’ve put Emily to work doing all the house cleaning. After the dishes, she’ll be re-shingling the roof.
The meeting with the teacher went well. I like her, she seems very competent. She’s got a background in special ed, so that’ll be helpful. Several of Emily’s friends from kindergarten and first grade will be in her classroom too, including her very best friend. Her teacher and I talked about strategies, and I think we’re both on the same page. I’m feeling pretty good about this.
Jayne hat orders continue to come in, and seem to have picked up slightly now that the weather’s cooling off. I seem to be getting ahead of my estimated delivery time, which is good. It’ll get better once I’ve got the mornings to knit instead of cramming it all in at night. That’ll give me a chance to make some of the things that I’ve promised other people. Including one item which I’ve decided not to follow a pattern on, but just to wing instead. We’ll see how that goes. Jayne hats on the needles for Illinois, California, and California again.
Likewise, for Fall, DR weddings are picking back up as people go back to school, and Team Wedding has some projects we’ve been able to work on. That’s always good.
Had good fun at the Stitch’n’Bitch at Books a Million last night. I had my first coffee in about a month (I get one raspberry mocha at the weekly Stitch’n’Bitch) and wound up staying up way too late. Well, at least I finished another Jayne hat and another set of repeats on Branching out.
Last night, prostiturtle brought up the post with all the alcohol stories in the comments, and it once again proved a popular topic of conversation. Another popular topic was pet loyalty. To which I will add my story!
Once, before we were married, I stayed the night with my future husband at his house (sorry, Mom and Dad!) when he was living not too far up the street. I got up in the middle of the night and fumbled for my shirt in the dark and started to put it on. I remembered that I didn’t put it on, but my husband reminds me otherwise, and he’s right: I had just gotten it over my head when I noticed it was wet. And smelled funny. What the… Holy crap! The cat had come into the room and peed on my shirt! May I just say: EWWWWWWWW!
Of course, I guess she was right to be jealous, I did wind up stealin’ her man! Ha! Take that, you stupid possessive cat!
Have you ever had a pet act possessive, jealous, or just plain weird toward someone in your life?
Ripple can sense a cat person a mile away. If I’m not sure about a guy, I let Ripple tell me. If they get the headbutt on the leg, we’re good. But if he doesn’t like the guy, he sits up on the couch behind his head and whacks him repeatedly, and HARD with his tail. Heh.
Ripple can sense a cat person a mile away. If I’m not sure about a guy, I let Ripple tell me. If they get the headbutt on the leg, we’re good. But if he doesn’t like the guy, he sits up on the couch behind his head and whacks him repeatedly, and HARD with his tail. Heh.
We used to have a ferret named Kodo. He was already a strange ferret, he wasn’t really into affection and the ONLY food he ate that wasn’t there purely to keep him alive was Nesquick Strawberry Syrup. That made it hard to train him, since there wasn’t much in the way of rewards.
So, two stories about him. 😀
First of all, he was adopted into the wrong family. He should have been adopted into a family of bank robbers or something, because he was the biggest thief on the planet. My brother spent the night with us once and had his wallet in his *closed* dufflebag. Kodo unzipped it, snagged the wallet (and *only* the wallet) and hid it under our bed.
The most amusing in relation to treating someone oddly, though, was how he treated Troy’s best friend, Doc. *Everytime* Doc came over, Kodo would take off as fast as he could run, and about a couple of feet away take a flying leap, wrap all four paws around Doc’s leg with his claws, and then release. He’d land on his feet, hop around like Riki Tiki Tavi and then run off. Every single time and only ever with Doc. He was a strange duck, that ferret.
We used to have a ferret named Kodo. He was already a strange ferret, he wasn’t really into affection and the ONLY food he ate that wasn’t there purely to keep him alive was Nesquick Strawberry Syrup. That made it hard to train him, since there wasn’t much in the way of rewards.
So, two stories about him. 😀
First of all, he was adopted into the wrong family. He should have been adopted into a family of bank robbers or something, because he was the biggest thief on the planet. My brother spent the night with us once and had his wallet in his *closed* dufflebag. Kodo unzipped it, snagged the wallet (and *only* the wallet) and hid it under our bed.
The most amusing in relation to treating someone oddly, though, was how he treated Troy’s best friend, Doc. *Everytime* Doc came over, Kodo would take off as fast as he could run, and about a couple of feet away take a flying leap, wrap all four paws around Doc’s leg with his claws, and then release. He’d land on his feet, hop around like Riki Tiki Tavi and then run off. Every single time and only ever with Doc. He was a strange duck, that ferret.
I’ll play your game, you rogue!
We were never much of a pet house, but we did once own a guinea pig named Rickey Henderson and a not-so-mini lop bunny named Bun-Dog. (Because our autistic friend eyed it critically and said, “That’s no bunny; that’s a dog. That’s a bun-dog.”)
At any rate, at the time I owned two very similar pink t-shirts. One was slightly more rosy in color. Somehow the animals could discern this, because whenever I held them while wearing that shirt, and only that shirt, they peed on me.
I’ll play your game, you rogue!
We were never much of a pet house, but we did once own a guinea pig named Rickey Henderson and a not-so-mini lop bunny named Bun-Dog. (Because our autistic friend eyed it critically and said, “That’s no bunny; that’s a dog. That’s a bun-dog.”)
At any rate, at the time I owned two very similar pink t-shirts. One was slightly more rosy in color. Somehow the animals could discern this, because whenever I held them while wearing that shirt, and only that shirt, they peed on me.
My cat, Nicholas, who is in my picture there doesn’t like men. He won’t even crawl up in a male lap that is a pet person. He is also known to annoy dates if he is jealous. One of my boyfriends he really didn’t care for and my boyfriend was not really a cat person either. He had a beard at the time and Nicholas would jump up and get behind Manoli on the couch and start to flick his tail into his face and beard. What was more amusing was to watch Manoli try to get Nicholas to quit without appearing to not like cats. It was how I figured out he didn’t like cats. I didn’t move my cat for him and well, it was funny watching him try to pretend it wasn’t happening or something.
My cat, Nicholas, who is in my picture there doesn’t like men. He won’t even crawl up in a male lap that is a pet person. He is also known to annoy dates if he is jealous. One of my boyfriends he really didn’t care for and my boyfriend was not really a cat person either. He had a beard at the time and Nicholas would jump up and get behind Manoli on the couch and start to flick his tail into his face and beard. What was more amusing was to watch Manoli try to get Nicholas to quit without appearing to not like cats. It was how I figured out he didn’t like cats. I didn’t move my cat for him and well, it was funny watching him try to pretend it wasn’t happening or something.