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Watching this was like watching the first 15 years of my career flash before my eyes. God help me. No wonder I'm so mean. I'm sure some of my peeps will be able to relate.
I was a full minute into this before I realized the little girl is Ellen Page. If you haven't seen Juno, you must. Such a great movie. We saw it last week and couldn't believe we liked it so much.
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:
But can you see that cool necklace PJ gave me for our anniversary? It's so cute! It's an Alice in Wonderland print on a piece of clay with two little charms: a cameo and a key. He got it from this etsy shop. As you undoubtedly know by now, I dig etsy. And I completely dig that I'm married to someone who would buy me a necklace like this...I have the whole connection to Alice and the rabbit hole, and I've been wanting a cameo of some sort...it all works. He also gave me this cool creativity notebook and card set. I can't wait to play with it. It's designed to "take your art journaling to the next level." W00t! Let's hope the next level involves an organized art area...or cash...or at least some chocolate. Oh, and he gave me this neat book about art zines. Yes, zines. Who knew?
See, even pneumonia can end well. Depends on how you look at it I guess.
Happy 3rd Anniversary, PJ!
Olive juice ;)
Cowboy (while watching TV tonight):
"DOG! Check it out! Who knew Paula has Carpal Tunnel?"
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 went to the doctor. I have pneumonia.
I HATE EVERYTHING!
Goodbye.
from Mr. and Mrs. Sill E. Hare and their two victims dogs...
photos by shutterjo - who is not silly. Ever.
