As I was going to bed last night I had this really vivid memory of something my sister and I used to do before we would go to sleep at night. We had twin beds and we would take turns hanging upside down off of our bed and talking to each other. It absolutely cracked us up to look at the other one with an upside down face. I don't know what made me think of that but I have to show PJ later. It's so funny! I will also have to show Smudge and Banana how to do it. They would love it, too. They went to see the Doodlebops last night. I can't wait to hear about that adventure. My brother is a brave man. Well, he's young. He can take it.
Speaking of faces, here's how I feel about pneumonia:
And if you missed the photo opp from when I got to meet Piers in San Antonio: Click here. Such a nice guy. Not at all as he was portrayed by some of the other contestants who are obviously sore LOSERS and BIG OL' BABIES!
I did enjoy Trace's new song, though. And you can download a special live version of "You're Gonna Miss This" on iTunes for two weeks I think. The proceeds will go to Trace's charity, FANN (Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Network). Warning: very twangy and very country song...I kinda like that sort of thing every now and then. ;)
Click here for the Celebrity Apprentice website and opportunities to give. I think I like this show. I like it much better with the celebrities and the money going to charities.
I learn a whole lot about my dogs when I'm forced to stay home with them for several days in a row. For instance, I've noticed this time around that Cowboy sleeps almost the entire day. He really doesn't do much else, and when I try to get him to do something else like move, for instance, he looks at me like I am a complete fool. He's getting old and it makes me very sad. The only time he even acts interested is when I have the Cheez-it's box. And no, he doesn't get one. So I'm not sure why that makes him so giddy.
Clover, on the other hand, takes full advantage of the fact that I am home - rejoicing in the notion that I am here simply to serve her. She lets me know several times a day what it is that she needs RIGHT NOW. Food, water, throw the ball please, outside, food, water, outside, throw the ball please, I'm locked in the bathroom, food water, I'm locked in the bathroom, throw the ball please...it never ends...like a gnat on speed. When she wants something, Clover makes this really high pitched growling yelpish sound...almost a howl...but more piercing than a howl...more like nails on a chalkboard...an "I'm gonna kill that dog if she doesn't shut up" kind of noise. She started with that commotion this afternoon and I let her go on for about 30 seconds before I walked to the bathroom to see if Her Majesty had locked herself inside again. She wasn't there. I found her in the kitchen looking up at the box of Cheez-its I had left on the counter with the most pitiful little face - like she was trying her best to will them into her mouth. Once I put the box back in the pantry she flung her body against the door over and over again in some sort of strange torture ritual. Whatever. You're not getting one of my Cheez-its.
Clover thinks that we exist to entertain her. More specifically, we exist to throw balls for her. Little squishy cat toy balls. They're all over the house and she carries one in her mouth most of the time. She even falls asleep with them in her mouth. She listens intently to everything PJ and I say just waiting for the word "ball" to leave our lips so she can jump up and down and turn around in 3 circles. If you aren't going to throw the ball for her then she has no use for you. Move along.
This is all Bobbie Jo's fault, by the way. She taught her this maddening game of fetch and fetch some more. And every time Bobbie Jo shows up here, she has more little balls for Clover. The only time Clover is without one is when she is eating or torturing Cowboy.
Just the other day I observed the following as I walked around the house at various times:
Yes, that's a large bug in one of the bowls. I got rid of it and cleaned the bowl.
See? She's crazy. She's obsessed. It's exhausting. But I love her.
Oh, I almost forgot. One more thing that will get Cowboy out of his bed - if I go out the front door! WHAT? She went out front? What the Hell? Who does she think she is?
They go NUTS if I go out the front door, and both of them come running to look out the little window by the door.
Cowboy is the Gladys Kravitz...Clover's just thinking I've gone out there to get a ball for her.
Here's a layout I did while I was off. I had high hopes of completing several layouts and projects, but oh well. And now I need to figure out how to best photograph these layouts to share them here. I hate the glare from the flash and the fact that you can't see the true colors of this great paper, and the shadow on the right, etc. I think I will experiment with taking shots of them outside in natural light now that it's warming up here. At least I think it's warming up here...it's sunny from where I sit. I just can't go outside right now. That would require too much energy at this point. I used up all of my energy at Walgreen's after my doctor visit. Have I mentioned that our pharmacist is a pompous ass? Well, he is. And I have no idea why I continue to go there. I can't even go into right now.
So, this is a layout using a couple of photos from the San Antonio trip. Even though the bottom picture of me is out of focus and my eye is acting all funky (as it has a tendency to do when I'm tired), I wanted to use the photograph because it totally captured my mood...and when I saw this paper at Scrap, Etc. I immediately thought of Noele and her Lone Star beer.
Journaling reads: "1 Lone Star and 2 frozen Mi Tierra margaritas later it is a little blurry."
I am sick. In the bed and probably will be for the rest of the weekend kind of sick. And I find it terribly ironic that nearly every person I work with has been horribly sick at some point this year and I have avoided catching it every single time (even though some of those people insist on touching my stuff and hanging around my desk, etc)...and now, at the end of my time off from that fresh Hell, I have managed to catch something.
I never know what to take...antihistamine, decongestant, Tylenol, Mucinex? What will do the trick? Seriously, I just need to sleep. I am a huge grouch when I'm sick. I won't talk to anyone and won't tolerate even the tiniest infringement of my personal space or violation of my human rights. Yeah, it sucks to be PJ right now.
I'll write again when I come up for air. Meanwhile - LEAVE ME ALONE. ;)