Archive for January, 2009


Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

I’m watching history being made and writing this post at the same time.  (I’m also watching my chihuahua eat my credit card statement).  Right now the poet (I’ve somehow managed to block on her name even though they just said it 2.5 seconds ago) is reading a very beautiful poem.  Which I assume she wrote.  That’s a lot of pressure–reading your writing out loud at what is arguably the most historic event of our lifetimes.  I’m not sure I could do it.  Not that anyone is ever going to ask me to read my writing at a super-important historical event.  I’m pretty safe there.

Anyway, I’m sort of sad that I’m not there, at the Inaguration.  That would be cool.  Both figuratively and literally.  Those people must be FREEZING. 

 Now they’re singing “The Star Spangled Banner.”  Did you know that there are actually people who don’t know the words to TSSB?  It’s true.  Obviously those people did not go to my elementary school.  Our music teacher basically tied us to our chairs and yelled at us until we had all the words burned into our memories forever.  When I’m 90 and in the nursing home, I may not know my own name, but I bet I’ll still be able to sing The Star Spangled Banner.  I’m glad to see that both  Pres. Obama and Michelle Obama appear to know the lyrics.  I’m sort of disappointed in Michelle’s outfit–I was hoping she’d wear red.  Their daughters look adorable, though–I love the older one’s blue coat.  So cute.

Now they’re awaiting the departure of the now ex-President Bush.  And I think I speak for most of America when I say, YAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!  Goodbye!!  So Long!!  I hope I never see your smirk again as long as I live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

That being said, I’m sure he’s a nice man and I think his wife is lovely, and I wish him a long and happy rest of his life.  But I’m not going to miss him.

Here’s to a new President and a new start!!!

The Cat Chronicles

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

These are my cats, The Sir and Monica.

This is the food I lovingly feed to The Sir and Monica from a special crystal dish.


This is the sixty dollar medicine I dilligently apply to The Sir and Monica’s fur every month.

This is the house that belongs to the sweet, elderly woman down the street where Monica, for reasons known exclusively to her, has decided she would rather live.


Okay, so actually this is a picture I got off the internet–I forget where, exactly.  I didn’t figure the sweet, elderly woman would appreciate me putting a picture of her house on my website.  Plus, that would involve me going over and actually taking a picture of her house, which seems sort of creepy/stalker-ish.

This is a picture of where The Sir, also for reasons known solely to him, is making his new home.

Notice that there is no picture.  Because he has apparently changed his identity and entered the Witness Protection Program.  I can’t find him anywhere.  Over the years I have discovered him living with various people.  These people include (but are not limited to): a charming family from Mississippi with a red minivan; a group of Hispanic construction workers who mistook him for a pregnant mother cat and were feeding him from their own lunches and letting him sleep at their work site; and my personal favorite–five blonde sorority girls who found him at their back door and installed him as the king of their new condo.

This time, however, all of my efforts to locate him have failed, hence  the Witness Protection Program theory.  I guess wriggling out of his 57th reflective collar with engraved ID tag and taking off for an extended stay somewhere wasn’t good enough; he decided to get reconstructive surgery and leave forever.  He’s probably  lounging at some blonde twenty-something’s apartment right now, licking his new gray-striped fur, not remembering me at all. 

In other words, being a typical guy.  But what can I do?  I love him.  Which means when–or if–he decides to drag his sorry $#! back home, I’ll take him back.

Meet Joe, Take 2

Friday, January 9th, 2009

* Apparently some people have had trouble viewing Joe’s intro post (Joe=the high school guy who is going to start co-blogging with me), so I’m putting it up again.  My apologies!*

Hey everyone, I’m Joe, an overworked high school student taking college classes… Yeah, AP is my middle name. More importantly, I’m one of Julie’s friends, and she wants to get a high school guy’s perspective on her website. So here’s the boring background.

I’m in high school, taking AP U.S. History and AP block and it’s maybe the worst decision of my life. Ok… maybe not my life. Because taking my parents car before I had my license… (maybe that’s a story for another time)… But if all goes well…, maybe I can knock down a few college hours, you know? Anyway, I’ve played Soccer, since I was 3. I love playing and and I’ve even been known to log a few hours watching the soccer channel. I know, boring right? Go Manchester United! And even though I’m a guy, I totally DVR Grey’s Anatomy… and if there are other people following out there… what the heck is up with Callie? I mean, which way are we going here? Sadie or Mark? And don’t even get me started on Izzie and Denny, the dead, but somehow not-dead guy.

And while I’m having a full t.v confessional I might as well admit to catching The Ten Most Fascinating People, with Barbara Walters. Miley Cyrus? Challenge. Is Barbara trying to bond with the younger crowd… get new viewers? Because, if you’re dating age and Miley is on your i-pod, I would suggest some clever reordering of your favorites until you’ve locked in the relationship. Miley Cyrus is the ultimate party foul!

If you have some cool music you like… send in your comments. I’m always looking for that great new band. I’m all about Schwayze right now. But I’m working on a music video project for my video class at school and I need a song. So yeah, help me out here people…

And finally… if you’re wanting some thoughts on getting inside your boyfriend’s head give me a shout. I’ll see if I can help. Ok, so there’s the intro. Next time it’s not about me… Joe out!

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