Woke up this morning to find my yard covered with snow. I don’t know what you folks in the cold regions of the world, like Vermont…or Antarctica…are used to, but for me, snow on November 13 just plain sucks.
Especially since I have to go rake leaves that are now covered with the stuff! It’s supposed to be:
1, leaves fall.
2, leaves are raked
3, snow.
Mother Nature is all cockeyed ’round here.
We’re hoping to adopt a pair of kittens tonight. Assuming no one comes to get them today, we’ll go get these two cats tonight:
Now we’re working on names. I’ve had the following suggestions:
1. Tweedledee & Tweedledum
2. Boris and Natasha (the grey looking one is a Russian Blue breed)
3. Shadow and Wednesday (from American Gods)
4. Boris and Ms. Pickle (courtesy of Ellen)
Any other suggestions? Leave comments, please!
A recent suggestion (from me):
5. Max and Ruby (a la Rosemary Wells)
…who I met today. Working at Bruce Weber’s studio, a loft in Soho, I’ve gotten to meet some cool people–Bruce, who is a fairly well known director–as well as some very famous dogs (True, and the rest of the cast of “A Letter to True”–see prior blog entry). However, today was a red-letter day in the “meeting cool people” catagory. I’m setting up some equipment and Michele calls me and nods towards the center of the room where a man who looks very familiar is standing talking. I do a double take and it’s none other than “The Great One”, number 99, Wayne Gretzsky! He’s a really nice guy, his wife is still seriously attractive, and he was very friendly. I surrepticiously took this terrible picture with my Treo (yeah, I know…trust me that that’s him on the far right, in a grey overcoat):
I’m sick of this election and I’m embarassed over the results. The rest of the world must look at us and just shake their heads. And, honestly, I’m only partially upset about the moron we elected president–I’m more upset about the 12 states that decided that gays and lesbians don’t get the same rights that heterosexuals do. I think the record numbers of narrow minded sheep out there just goes to show that a person can be smart, but people are idiots.
Looking through the kids bags o’ crap, I was thinking about some of the candy I liked as a kid, and realized that some of it just isn’t made anymore. Of course, I looked online, and was looking for a specific type of candy that I used to love called “Razzles”, which was this weird candy that turned into gum. I assumed that they didn’t exist anymore. Then I found Hometown Favorites. This place is WONDERFUL! All the old candies and gifts and stuff that are really hard to find.
I’m gonna stock up on Razzles! Maybe some licorice pipes! 😉
Well, it’s Halloween and that means time to carve the pumpkins! My 2 little girls are troopers, but they still have some trouble doing much carving, so daddy helps. I’m not much of an artist, but I seem to do my best work in pumpkin. A short lived medium, sadly, but there are always pictures!
So, here are this years contestants:
First, Katie’s Kitty Cat:
Next, Ellen’s Snoopy:
Finally, Max and Ruby, by me:
Hope you all have a great Halloween!
With every fiber of my being, I want to congratulate all those weary Sox fans who have stuck by the most painful team in sports, year in, year out. I want to congratulate those people who have waited and waited for this moment, the Red Sox winning the World Series. I want to congratulate the people who was sure The Curse would be lifted, and their team would eventually vanquish the Yankees and win it all. And most of all, I want to congratulate the players, the “Idiots,” who came back from a 3-0 deficit against the Yankees to win 8 consecutive post season games and the Series.
But I can’t. Not even a little. Sorry!
So last night, I’m sleeping and am awakened in the middle of the night by Katie, who is visiting our room for the second time that night. It’s probably 3 AM or so and here’s something like the conversation:
Kim: Katie, what’s wrong with your bed, honey?
Katie: there’s nothing real in there.
Kim (lovingly sarcastic as exhaustion can make you): What, are all the stuffed animals imaginary?
Katie: none of them are real. There’s nothing real in there.
So, she climbed in for a bit. She was lonely, but needed something “real.” I guess it’s good to be that, at least.
This courtesy of someone’s Flickrblog. The line was “why do you need to carry a cameraphone?” and the answer was, “for moments like these.”
Plastic Stormtrooper suit? $90. 7-11 Salad? $3. Filling up right before wreaking havoc on the unarmed planet of Alderan? Priceless.
Bruce Weber, one of our clients, has a new movie out called “A Letter to True”, which the NY Times called “A love letter to his dogs.” He has a bunch of beautiful Golden Retrievers and I was at his loft today doing some work. And True, star of stage and screen, was all over me wanted to be petted, nudging me with his nose any time I stopped, along with co-stars Rain (who kept batting at me with her paw when I stopped petting HER) and Polar Bear (who spent the day looking out the window).
Isn’t he just TOO cute?
