so... I'm craft nerding myself to death - and loving it. Totally just spent sometime putting together a scrap book example of some work product. I love my job and I love craft. That's right folks. I like a bit of cross stitch, a bit of scrapbooking and making cards.
In fact there was a suicidegirl who makes cards and sells them but I totally forgot her name - I wanted to look her up for creative inspiration.
Andy has started a band. They've been practising every night and even on weekends. He's playing drums which he finds a little strange. I'm just glad it's not happening in my house. I wish I was living in a city unit - having this yard and big old tree just doesn't fit with the desire to have neat and tidy... Although I love my house.
I think I have a ghost though. Nothing sinsister or around too much but I get a lot of "vibe" here. And Shamus does that look at strange parts of the ceiling when nothing is there a lot.
So Shamus is a grown up cat and I terribly miss my needy ginger baby. I want a new one - a friend. Mainly because Shamus spends a lot of time in the neighbourhood making pals and I figure if we had one at home he wouldn't need to roam... He's so friendly and sweet natured. It's unbelievable. I die everytime inside when he chases butterflies. He seems like he misses hitting them on purpose cause he's so fascinated with their flutteryness. Maybe I should get a little dog - I saw a Pomoodle that was really cute the other day.
I keep doing strange things - I always visit pet stores and wish I had enough money to give them all homes. Dogs, cats and other misc pets. Maybe not birds so much - it's pretty distressing for their little hearts to be expected to live with a cat.
I also like going the the casino by myself at lunch times in the city if I'm around and doing something. It just makes me giggle on the inside for some reason. It's this strange insight to all these fascinating people. The tourist, the old grannies, the old couples, the single parent and the drunk. And I sit there - no one else there representing the young will only bet $1 because I don't have anymore than that to lose to luck and would rather give my change to the Big Issue people person sipping on the $3 frozen alcoholic slushie. And then I laugh at myself - leave and catch my bus home. Most places someone will have a conversation with you, library, cafes, bookstores - someone somewhere will chat - but not at the casino afternoon. No one really talks.
So... I think that's all the weird and wonderful me at the moment. Did anyone else watch that tv show? Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends? I was addicted to it when I had cable...
In fact there was a suicidegirl who makes cards and sells them but I totally forgot her name - I wanted to look her up for creative inspiration.
Andy has started a band. They've been practising every night and even on weekends. He's playing drums which he finds a little strange. I'm just glad it's not happening in my house. I wish I was living in a city unit - having this yard and big old tree just doesn't fit with the desire to have neat and tidy... Although I love my house.
I think I have a ghost though. Nothing sinsister or around too much but I get a lot of "vibe" here. And Shamus does that look at strange parts of the ceiling when nothing is there a lot.
So Shamus is a grown up cat and I terribly miss my needy ginger baby. I want a new one - a friend. Mainly because Shamus spends a lot of time in the neighbourhood making pals and I figure if we had one at home he wouldn't need to roam... He's so friendly and sweet natured. It's unbelievable. I die everytime inside when he chases butterflies. He seems like he misses hitting them on purpose cause he's so fascinated with their flutteryness. Maybe I should get a little dog - I saw a Pomoodle that was really cute the other day.
I keep doing strange things - I always visit pet stores and wish I had enough money to give them all homes. Dogs, cats and other misc pets. Maybe not birds so much - it's pretty distressing for their little hearts to be expected to live with a cat.
I also like going the the casino by myself at lunch times in the city if I'm around and doing something. It just makes me giggle on the inside for some reason. It's this strange insight to all these fascinating people. The tourist, the old grannies, the old couples, the single parent and the drunk. And I sit there - no one else there representing the young will only bet $1 because I don't have anymore than that to lose to luck and would rather give my change to the Big Issue people person sipping on the $3 frozen alcoholic slushie. And then I laugh at myself - leave and catch my bus home. Most places someone will have a conversation with you, library, cafes, bookstores - someone somewhere will chat - but not at the casino afternoon. No one really talks.
So... I think that's all the weird and wonderful me at the moment. Did anyone else watch that tv show? Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends? I was addicted to it when I had cable...
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Give Shamus hugs. Even if he's a grown-up kitty, he needs lovin.