New! Safety wrapped! Convenient! Eliminates breakage when shipping your Christmas Kitteh!
Packaged rawr!
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This was what the sky looked like yesterday evening as I left work for the day at my company’s Sacramento office.
Was it just the high winds as they blew across the Sacramento valley that caused this look? Is it simply the jet stream of late fall?
Either way, as I got into the Jeep, I was humming a little Creedence Clearwater Revival.
“There’s a bad moon on the rise….”
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This morning I drove home to the Bay Area where creepy dappled clouds are replaced by solid gray dripping clouds.
Welcome to a cold, rainy weekend.
*sigh*
Think the cat will let me squeeze onto a corner of the heater vent?
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I suppose it’s time for me, a summer lovin’ sunshine dancin’ kind of a gal, to admit that it is, in fact, winter. Or at least very late Fall.
The weather has turned. It’s getting a bit colder.
And so I present the surest sign of winter. In the same way they yank a startled Punxsutawney Phil from his burrow, here is my own animal based divination tool:
A cat with her butt on the heater vent.
Not just any heater vent, the best vent in the house. It’s a cut out in the bathroom cabinets and the ten pound animal steals all the heat. While taking a shower on a rather cold damp morning, I might wish to enjoy the heat from that vent. That would be a no.
As soon as the heat kicks on, there she’ll be.
It starts out with a simple “oh hey, that’s not bad.” Just the back end getting toasty. It’s simple. Demure.
Once the tail region has achieved critical warmness, then a self-satisfied flop ensues.
I don’t even know what to say at this point. I’m almost offended. (and if I think about the physics of the thing….the warm air is headed straight up Broadway, right? Can that even be comfortable?)
“What?”
Grace. Class. Dignity. None of those words can be used to describe my feline.
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Oh, let’s go instead with word association.
I’m so much better at that.
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Love ’em. The bigger and danglyer (<-- so very much not a word) the better. One pair I have, Zuni petit point in a modern version of the classic snowflake pattern, seem to be the crowd favorite. I get tons of compliments. Even without the compliments, they are hands down my favorite. Plus, you don't see earrings like this out here, which I like. There are a few ladies at work who would buy them right off my ears if I'd let them.
And tomorrow. And tomorrow. And the unofficial state motto of New Mexico….Land of Mañana.
My cat’s belly. Hard is her teeth when I pet her belly. She has tummy issues.
Me and The Good Man cuz we keep trying to pet The Feline’s belly. It’s soooooo soooooft. She bites really hard.
I’m learning that good light is everything.
You know how the sport talk guys give a handicap when they mention golfers? “Oh he’s a seven handicap” or some silliness like that. What it means is you know what kind of golfer the guy is. Well….shouldn’t we have a system like that for everyone else? Especially at work? “Yeah, um, Karen is about a six handicap…she’s chronically late to meetings, blows her nose too loud, can’t park straight, laughs at inopportune times and her mind tends to wander.”
You picking up what I’m putting down?
Just reading the word made me tug at mine. Why are collars always so scratchy? And how you boys wear the tie AROUND the scratchy collar I’ll never know. I would have bug eyes and claw at it all day long.
Much softier and nice. Ladies, have you noticed that blouses with a limpy bow at the neck are back in style? Let’s go raid the wardrobe of the early 1980’s working woman, why don’t we?
I’m not sure how I feel about this trend. What’s next, wearing high top Reeboks with our power skirt and calling it high fashion? Um. No. Been there. Done that.
Scratchier than any damn collar. Who can wear that stuff?
Statistically speaking, the odds of me wearing a wool collar are nil. However….the odds of me wearing a limpy bow blouse again in my life….maybe…
Image is a screen still from “Charlie’s Angels” and found several places on the net.
Trying to step up my photographic game a bit. Recent feedback I’ve received says I need to work on light and light balance.
So to work through some of this, I bought a not-super-expensive light tent from the good people over at ThinkGeek.
It’s a nice little kit with a handy carrying bag. In one neat kit there is a light tent, two lights, a desktop tripod and clips.
But in order to get the light tent into this fun little carry bag, they made the tent itself with those flexy bendy wires that they use in some sun shields for cars.
I pulled it out of the bag and it did this:
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Holy Crap! I almost peed myself.
Once I did finally sort out the ding dang thing, *someone* decided it was their new house. There was a lot of biting when I tried to remove the object obstructing my photographic progress.
Who knew I needed protective goggles, chain mail gloves and a helmet to take some simple desktop shots! Sheesh!
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