so that Lucas doesn't feel left out....

we have the baddest kitties!

EMMETT IS SO NAUGHTY!!!

we outta here baby

title is from barry bonds, a song off of kanye west's graduation. not my favorite line though - that's "you can get barry to suck my bat, bitch" which just makes me giggle.

back to the monthly post. not much to say that is new EXCEPT, as i compose this, my lady is installing a new faucet in our bathroom sink. isn't that the coolest faucet ever?

30 minutes of nothing

argh. in huntsville, alabamer. meeting was a waste of time (for now). might end up worth my while later, but certainly not today/this month/this quarter/this calendar year.

it's a lot of cash money to fly from DC to the backyard of space camp for a 30 minute meeting. i wonder how we make money? 'specially since i eat a LOT. well, not really. i never (hardly ever) do room service, and that is very expensive, because hotels charge a 20% fee to bring the food to your room plus a $3 fee to... bring the food to your room, and then the check that needs to be signed has a space to add in a tip, and the delivery person does that pause that really means "you can give me a tip now." a pasta dish and a salad can turn into $50 in a new york minute!

and that's in dallas. damn.

speaking of dallas, i head there next. love that i have to fly from huntsville to charlotte NC to dallas (flying right over huntsville again).

bad kitten!

every morning, i find either a whole or part of a tissue in the kitty's water dish. i just realized that lucas is pulling bits of tissue from the box on the living room table, because there are torn up tissues coming out of the box. naughty kitten!

and... action!

new computer!!!

i finally upgraded the old iBook to a new MacBook! yay! now i can do so many more things so much faster! here is a picture of us from the photobooth! and yes, i do wear this sweatshirt every single day that i can. but i swear, it's clean! i wash it!

banged up

i was walking - ok, sort of half running, and i slipped (no ice to blame), fell in slow motion onto the frozen jakarta-esque sidewalk that surround my ghetto fabulous neighborhood (jagged and dirty, i am sure some drunk dude prolly peed in the spot in which i landed) and not only did i ruin my fave jeans, i busted my knee something serious AND i missed the concert to which i was heading. argh oooowwwwch!

it doesn't even look that bad in the pic. i ended up in the ER and had to get an iv of antibiotics AND i am taking drugs every four hours. 11, 3, 7, 11, 3, 7, repeat. sucks eggs! it got infected (duh) and the nurse said there was little i could have done to avoid an infection - i cleaned it real good, i swear! the worst part was i had to wear a brace on my leg. i couldn't bend it anyhow b/c of the infection and swelling, but then they wanted me to keep it totally straight (effin' heteros and their agenda) for, like, 5 days! i rebel today. no more brace. i am gimpy enough. though i must say, i felt a sudden comraderie with the handicapable people of the world. you know, those minor little ramps that lead to crosswalks? totally vital. jessica has assuaged my fears of losing my whole leg by telling me "there are plenty of successful amputees in the world, you know".

from Jan 24th....

Back on the road, my little holiday break of no travel, at least for work, ending (what kind of break was that, with 2 hospitalized and two throwing and going? F that. Do-over.) This has been an especially grueling week thus far – visited the folks last Thursday, left on MLK Day to head to somewhere Alabama, then to Little Rock (where is the rock anyhow) for 2 gloriously freezing days – yes, Alabamer gets cold as shit, who know – and I currently sit on a plane route to sunny – nope, raining Laguna Beach. Dag!

I return mid-Atlantic-side Sunday night. What is that, 10 days away? Eleven? Fortunately I had the foresight to wash me undies at me mom’s place. I think I can make it without a day of commando. If I need to go bare, it will be Sunday, the day I spend from 10 until 7 on planes. Think about that. How many people sitting around me are panty-less? Gross.

Still awaiting the day when all these miles flown translate into auto upgrades to the front of the plane. American sucks because so many people have status higher than my first-level Gold status. Rumor has it US Air bumps you more often. US Air happens to not be the easiest transfers for my trips of late. Damn you US Air!

Oooo – snackies! This isn’t Delta – I looooove those Biscoff cookies! – but it’s something.

getting hit on by a "member of the band" blah blah

at the swankiest, coolest, most perfect hotel ever - the colcord in oklahoma city. ice storm shut down this state earlier in the week, and this hotel is full (so said the two girls at the front desk, checking me in last night). they also couldn't help themselves when they said "there's a rock band staying here too!" it took a single raised eyebrow to get it out of them - kid rock! ha! i don't even like him but still! cool!

"and he's downstairs in the bar, you should come with us, we'll be there in 10!"

i did. and i got a beer, a grilled cheese, and a very attentive musician - not kid rock - hanging all over me. kid was sitting about 5 feet away from me, not really paying attention to anyone. and musician man was thinking he would get somewhere, anywhere, with me. which he wouldn't, of course. not only is he a man, he's a studio musician who lives in detroit and is, a-hem, 55. that's 4 counts against you, buddy. not interestingly, he disappeared (i almost wrote disapparated, harry potter much?) within 15 seconds of my telling him, in a conspiring tone, that i'm gay. poof. gone. done.

he had already given me his card and told me he'd put me on the list for the show if i called him. i thought about it but i bailed. no need to put up with that nonsense again, or to send mixed messages, or to use someone just to get into a free show to see someone i don't really like.

makes for a most entertaining story though. finally, all this travel leads to an interesting night!