My grandpa used to mention the Sam Houston Institute of Technology quite a bit. Surprised he didn’t get his degree from there. Go Bulls!
I don’t have a Moose, but I do have a Bison. Her name is Dolly because she came from the Dixie Stampede here in Orlando. She is very cute. Three of her sisters just had Bisonettes. They are very cute too.
This past weekend, having awoken (awaken? waked up?) before the crack of dawn, I spend an industrious morning with laundry and other moderate methods of housecleaning. Eventually, Weehall and I decided to catch up on some painting that needed to be done around the house, which actually translates into me cleaning up the drops of paint that Weehall has dribbled from his paintbrush. Towards the mid afternoon, I decide to replace the hinges on one of the top kitchen cabinets (which would allow the top cabinet door to slowly, and silently, drift open while one was opening the bottom cabinet, only to rise and conk their head on the door).
So, Weehall and I load into the car where we make a cruise through Lowe’s and purchase said hinges. Wanting to “reward” Weehall for his assistance in earlier fiascos of painting, we drop by McDonalds. Upon attempting to start Piece of Shit Vehicle, POSV refuses to cooperate, so a phone call to AAA is made. Jason, prompt employee of AAA arrives and jumps POSV, which makes it approximately 7 miles before it dies again.
Phone call was made to Irritated Friend, who was not planning on ditching his friends, only to drive and rescue myself and Weehall, jumping the car again (only to have it die), jumping the car again only to have it die again, then running us to the parts store for an alternator, then home. During this time, I make a panicked call to CollegeDaughterHall to come home (with second POSV, which is in another city) so I can use it as transport until POSV is repaired.
Sunday arrives, and so does CollegeDaughterHall, and we trek out to the POSV to make repairs, only to discover that the bolts holding the alternator to the engine are throughly attached and we’ve left our magic bolt remover wand at home. Good Samartian One appears, admits he knows nothing about switching an alternator (even though we have the book, complete with pictures which Irritated Friend convinced me to purchase the day before), and leaves us in peace. Good Samaritian Two appears, with her husband, who although isn’t positive he can replace an alternator, can follow the instructions in the book, and can loosen the evil bolts!
Two hours later, Good Samartian Two’s husband has replaced my alternator with lots of sweat and blood (literal blood–he busted his knuckles several times) and the POSV is running–running I say!–and I drive home, sobbing the way because I’m half paranoid POSV will suddenly cease working and leave me stranded again (even though CollegeDaughterHall is following in second POSV), and enternally grateful for the help of Good Samartian Two’s husband who spent his afternoon fixing my car. Throw a good dose of guilt that I didn’t have the money to pay Good Samartian Two’s husband (even though he never even gave a hint that he’s like compensation of any kind), and I was a basket case by the time I arrived home.
I went to be early, shortly after CollegeDaughterHall left to return to her dorm. I was almost glad to see Monday.
I hereby nominate phall106 for the coveted Best First MMP About a Lousy Weekend With Some Bright Spots, Aren’t You Glad You Have a Good Car award.
However, she does lose some points for neglecting to tell us whether or not the kitchen cabinet ever got fixed. We are a welcoming bunch, but we do have standards, after all.
Not very high standards, mind you, but standards nonetheless.
Lissla, not much you can do about not being home sometimes. Hope you can work out something. Maybe kitty needs a playmate? Although that doesn’t work for everyone. Some felines are too territorial.
I used to wish that I could cats and I could just talk to each other like people do. I thought that would clear up a lot of problems. Then I remembered my relationships with other humans…oh, well.
Oh, Rue (I keep wanting to say Rudy, Rudy, Rudy for some reason) one thing I’ve never been called is easy. Sorry to disappoint. 
I can not believe I let that one slip by. Urk.
My communications skills leave a lot to be desired. Sigh.
Why thank you! My coconuts always give me lots of joy, although this Saturday not so much 'cause I’ll have to stuff them in the front of a big dress with a really really small bodice that I think is meant to make them “lift and separate,” or at least that’s what I’m told but I don’t believe it. I think it’s just a torture device.
Oh, not those coconuts? Oooooh, the green & ripe coconuts. Yes, well, um, I’m sure those’ll give me joy, too.
I always thought my communication skills were pretty good.
So how come nobody ever listens to me? 
Do you suppose it would help if I had something to say?
Naw.
Did somebody say something?
I kid, I kid.
Since these threads go supersonic pretty quickly Bumbazine I think you’ve gotta stick in a couple of posts on each page to get noticed much.
Either that or no one knows what to say to someone who snorts detergent for fun. 
Oh, and before I forget, this is National Medical Laboratory Week.
You all are required to give me a cookie.
Or a pat on the head would do I guess.
Aerin-kitty does have a playmate- she has Bailey, Uber-Expensive Surgery Cat, and they love each other, and sleep on the same pillow, and play at inappropriate hours together.
I have a list from the vet of things that can cause kitties to become bad UnLitterBoxTrained kitties. those things include:
Babies
New drapes
Threatening new carpet
Other cats
Does anyone want a really cute kitten? She snuggles under the blankets in a very adorable way. And she talks all the time. And likes to watch birds.
We’re going to change their litter brand and hope for the best.
Oh, on an urelated note (and I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it) my best friends are moving farther north! They’re leaving Waco! They’ll be at Villanova next fall! w00t!
It’s all about the coconuts and the cat spew this week, Bumba. As I recall, you got neither. Now time to get some flirting in with OverlyVerbose before she ties the not.
Knot that we won’t flirt with her once the not is tied, just gotta do some pre-not flirting.
So, OV, how you doin’?
We were just down there yesterday afternoon, signing the lease on her apartment and buying a T-shirt at the campus book store. That was the first time she was on campus when there were students about - she was rather excited. I noticed the guy-type students checking her out. Swell… 
So, what is your daughter studying? What year?
Kallessa, after my fest, if you’re really interested, I can sent Miss Moose your way. That way, she can go from Florida to Maryland the loooooooong way.
Bumb, have I told you lately that I admire you as a person and I value your friendship, even though we’ll probably never meet and I won’t get a chance to borrow money from you or anything… Have I?
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We were just down there yesterday afternoon, signing the lease on her apartment and buying a T-shirt at the campus book store. That was the first time she was on campus when there were students about - she was rather excited. I noticed the guy-type students checking her out. Swell… So, what is your daughter studying? What year?QUOTE]
I guess she’d be a junior. She already has her AA from Valencia. She’s taking Criminal Justice. It’s something new every year. Last year it was interior decorating but now that she works for Slaw Dog the defence attorney, she’s decided she wants to be a PI like his baby brother, Cabbage Patch Pup. :rolleyes:
My neice is a freshman and is in an apartment this term even though her family home is all of five miles away. Did you lease one of the campus-sanctioned apartments? (Durn, can’t get the blasted quote thing to work!)
You need a bracket and then a slash, like this [/ before you say quote] the second time. Probably got deleted while you pared down their quote.
The vet called. All the kitten’s test results are normal. We’re supposed to go in and talk to him about how we’re gonna manage her. She’s still for sale and everything.
Oh, and it’s not just the Lissar family that thinks she’s gorgeous and adorable. The entire vet’s office is in love with her. When she was in yesterday Mr. Lissar had one of the vets following him around to talk to her, and say cutesy things. It’s because she’s all friendly and she talks and she’s tiny (8 lbs) and has beautiful fur.
Cheap.
No, she’s going to be in a regular apartment complex about a mile or so from campus. When she and her dad went looking in December, he was most impressed by this particular complex, and having seen it, I understand why. It’s very well-kept, quiet, lots of parking, and reasonably priced. We offered her the option of going into one of those rent-a-room-that-shares-a-common-area, but it didn’t really appeal to her. So the agreement is we give her $XXX per month, and she needs to earn the rest to cover her expenses. Our share just about pays the rent, and water is included, so she’ll have to cover electric, phone, and cable/internet, as well as her share of insurance, her groceries, her gas, and fun money.
Just a little foretaste of reality for her…
Yes, the cabinet door got fixed. The old hinges worked fine–just the screws needed tightening. Anyone care to purchase some brand new hinges? They’ll cost you only $90 ($1.50 for the hinges, plus $88.50 for the alternator…um…handling fee.) Takers anyone?
I was nominated for something!!! I feel so honored.
[SIZE=6]Preparing an acceptance speech…
Speaking of not living up to MMP standards, FCM has not kept us up on the details of whether or not she is experiencing cat puke since she brought Boat Cat home with her. It’s just wrong to tantalize us with possible tales and not come through.
You could get your kitty a house (crate, cage, whatever) Lissla. Big enough for a little litter box, a sleepy-rug and maybe a toy. Chuck her in there when you leave so she can’t piddle on the bed. (Maybe she just hates your quilt?) If all goes well, you should be able to cage her away all of three times before she catches on. If you have a remarkably stupid cat, five times.
Changing the litter might help. Your current choice might be too rough on her tender foots.
Or maybe she’s just a bad cat. That happens too.