“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


Stuff I Wanna Blog About

Friday, June 30, 2006


Sweet GirlRecently I had the always welcome privilege of spending some time with Sweet Girl. Following is a reconstruction of a conversation we the best of my recollection.

SweetGirl: [Geekwif], did you know that I remember when I was a baby?
Geekwif: Really? Wow!!
SG: Yeah!
GW: What do you remember?
SG: When I was One, I was One for 10 whole days!!
GW: Hmmm. Are you sure it wasn't for 365 days? (Okay, give me a little grace here. Just remember, I don't spend much time around kids, and in my defense, I did realize how silly that question was shortly after it escaped my mouth.)
SG: (Stunned silence, no doubt in serious wonder about the sanity of her godmother.)
GW: (After realizing the error of my ways) So, 10 whole days, huh? What happened after that?
SG: Then I was Two! And then I was Three, and then I was Four (her voice rising in excitement and pitch with each number), and then I was Five, and now I'm Six! ("Six" being nearly supersonic.)
GW: Wow!!!! (Trying to sound incredulous.) So, how long did that take?
SG: Um...(pausing as though to calculate the exact number of days this incredible act of rising ages took) days!!
GW: Wow!
SG: No! No! million days!!!
GW: Wow!!!! That's a lot of days!!
SG: Yeah!

She's just too dang cute for my own good.


Free Stuff

I won a book! Do you know Camy yet? She is - according to her own description - "the loud Asian chick who writes loud Asian chick-lit". She's been giving away books from her abundant collection (her husband gave her an ultimatum), and I won the drawing this week! Woo hoo! I'll be receiving the book pictured here sometime soon. You can be sure it will soon end up on that list of books I'm reading over to the right on this page.

Thanks, Camy!


My Blogiversary and a Milestone

Blond Girl reminded me that I missed my one year "Blogiversary". Yup, I've been filling up these pages - sometime regularly and sometimes sporadically - with "figments, wonderments, acknowledgements, deducements, arguments, and [hopefully] entertainment" for over a year now. The official "blogiversary" date was June 17th.

I also missed the milestone of my 200th post, but not by much. Turns out this is my 201st post!



It seems my previous post may have implied that our puppy was home. Raspberry isn't home with us yet. She's coming home next Sunday. Woo hoo!!


Because She's Just So Darn Cute!

Monday, June 26, 2006

I can't resist posting these, but I've no time to write at the moment, so enjoy the photos! I'll try to add some comments later.


Little Black Raspberry

Sunday, June 11, 2006

I’m not one of those people who thinks (or says) that their pets are their children. No, really. I can see how a person could have gotten the impression from some of my posts that I am one of those people, but I assure you – regardless of the fact that I have 5 cats and no children, I am perfectly aware of the difference between pets and children.

People refer to their children as their "pride and joy". My cats can certainly be a source of joy, but pride? Eh. Not so much. Their everyday feats tend to consist of things like:
  • taking the longest nap ever recorded in history,
  • leaving the most gak piles behind while running in circles around the living room with me close behind, paper towels and carpet cleaner in hand, or
  • leaping to the top of the kitty tower and upsetting its balance, thus knocking it over, making a huge thud as it hits the ground, and sending themselves and the other four cats running frantically in all directions like so many arrows sproinging from so many bows.
Furthermore, I rarely say out loud that I love my cats. I’ll say that I wuv them, but rarely love. I’m not saying that I don’t love them. I’m just saying that I won’t say it often. That’s all. Maybe it’s just one of those “there’s only one word in the English language for an idea that has a huge range of meanings” kind of things. I don’t know. I just can’t use the same word for my cats as I do for my husband, my goddaughter, and avocados. It’s just not right.

That said, I am incredibly fond of animals – most animals. I’m not fond of bugs at all. Are they animals? They’re certainly not vegetables (eewwww pbhhht pbhht), and while I’m not scientifically inclined, I’d be willing to go out on a limb and say that they are not minerals. I guess that leaves animals.

Anyway, I adore most animals. One of the first things I'd like to do when I get to heaven is go hug a big lion. Yes, like Aslan. I've wanted to do this since before I ever read the Chronicles of Narnia though. It's just one of those things I've "always" wanted to do. I know some people would argue with me over whether hugging a lion would be possible even in heaven, but to them I would say that if a lamb can lay down with a lion, then certainly I can too.

So, as I said before, we (the Geek and I) do have 5 cats, and now we are adding to our clan. We have adopted a precious little (for now) black lab puppy.

(I know that was a lot of garbage to wade through to get to my point, but it was worth it for the adorable pictures, don't you think?)

The Geek's cousin's dog had puppies – 10 of them – and we're taking one home in about 4 weeks. They're 4 weeks old right now and just beginning to romp around a bit without mom within the confines of the garage, of course.

We originally wanted the runt if it was a female. Turned out the runt was a male, but we were going to take him anyway. We decided to name him "Rasputin" and call him "Raz". The Geek was excited about calling him "Raz the Spaz" when he got crazy as all puppies will do from time to time.

Then we found out that the owners of the father wanted the runt. That meant that we would get one of the next smallest puppies which were females which is what we wanted in the first place. Now it looks like they want a small female, but since there are two small females we're still getting one of them.

You got all that?

Since we are now getting a female, Rasputin doesn't fit very well, so we're calling her "Raspberry" which, of course, still works with the nickname "Raz". We really can't tell the difference between the two small girls, so we're going out in about 2 weeks with a collar to claim our girl, but not to take her home yet.

I'm so excited I just can't say. We have wanted a dog since we first got married, but we've never had a big enough place. Now we figure we'll have 6 acres and if that isn't big enough, nothing is. I'm sure there will be plenty more pictures to come. In the meantime, join us in welcoming our little black Raspberry to our hearts and soon to our home.

What's next? Hmmmmm.


Thanks For Making This A Lovely Day

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

I am overwhelmed. Seriously. I really don't know what to say except Thank You.

Thank you to all of you who sent such sweet notes and wishes and verses and pictures and cards and songs to make my birthday a sweet and memorable one.

Of course, the very biggest Thanks must go to my dear friend, Blond Girl for leading the way. I was completely prepared to keep this birthday thing under wraps. I should have known you wouldn't let that happen. You're just too sweet.

Debra and Oreo, your birthday (and purrthday) songs were music to my ears, regardless of the fact that I couldn't technically hear them with my ears. I have a pretty good imagination and they sounded so sweet. And Oreo, the picture is so adorable I had to put it on my desktop! You're a darling kitty cat.

Jeana, your e-card was beautiful. With friends like you, I've certainly got something to rejoice and be glad about, right along with the heavens and the earth.

Because of all of you, it's been a lovely day. And soon, my favorite Geek is taking me out to dinner. How much more perfect of a birthday could a girl ask for?

I'm truly blessed.