April 05, 2007

Finally, after a lengthy family meeting where we spent most of our time telling Thor to be quiet, we named the new kitty:

Scooter

There was no way I could get those people to agree with Bus Stop Chuck. If I weren't so darned moral, that's how I'd have her listed at the vet's clinic. Alas, I am a person of high moral character and Scooter it is.

This Good Person stuff, it's a burden sometimes.

Never mind that the kids are going to be grown and gone soon (fingers crossed but not for real) and I'll be stuck with Scooter.

I gotta tell you, I'm not bonding. Maybe because she's quarantined in the living room and I don't spend much time in there (but the kids are hanging with her alot). Maybe because I've never had a fuzzy-type cat before. I've always had domestic shorthairs so this fluffiness is a little overwhelming to me. Maybe because she's not Oreo.

I suppose once she's out in the rest of the house and shows me more of her personality, then I'll bond. However, given that she's kind of a rowdy little beast in our little living room that will only be bigger in a bigger space, she might just be the death of me.

I look around the house and all the little stuff sitting out that the two older cats ignored. Good gravy, we've got a lot of shit in this house. Maybe Scooter will be the catharsis I needed to get rid of it all.

Except for my studio. She's going to be Satan in a room full of beads and string and there's no way to keep her out as there are no doors in my studio.

God, I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

Maybe quarantine for the first three years is the way to go.

I got Easter shopping done yesterday. Pretty easy seeing as how I'm not giving the kids too much candy this year. Best Buy gift cards instead. I'm so practical. They don't need candy. Besides, I take it from them anyway and eat it myself and I don't need candy more than they don't need candy.

Don't get me wrong, they're getting some candy. Just not a basket full of candy.

We tried to see the movie with Will Ferrell (sp?) yesterday - the ice skating one. Drove to the theatre. Got there too early so drove around a little. And then Thing 2 announced that he needed to go home, he needed to barf. So we got home and he ran to the bathroom and I'm not really sure whether or not he barfed, for real, because sometimes we define barf differently. Whereas I believe barf comes directly from the stomach with all sorts of acidic juices and proof of lunch, Thing 2 believes that if you spit into the toilet, that's barf. He seemed fine later so I'm guessing maybe it was a combination of poor eating during the day followed by a ride around town in the back seat of a car?

We ended up watching a DVD "Lonesome Jim" with Casey Affleck and Liv Tyler. You know, is it insestuous if Liv Tyler acts having sex with brothers, even if they're in completely different movies?

Lonesome Jim had me laughing outloud although now that I think about, it's really not that funny. It's a black comedy about a depressed son who comes home to have a nervous breakdown but he can't because everyone in the family beat him to it. Mary Kay Place plays the perky mom, who refers to herself in third peson and pretends that everything is just hunky dory, while making ghoulash.

Kind of like looking at my own household. All I need is one of those turtlnecks with little flowers printed on it plus a zippered purple sweatshirt from K-Mart and that movie is us. Heh. Or not heh.

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