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Moving the Party Outdoors

admin — Wed, 06 May 2009 21:39:30 +0000

A Cat Story

She asked, “Are you coming outside or what?!”

I said, “Not until you do your tap dance routine.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

She said, “Fine, but not unless you get me my top hat and cane.”

So I did. And then she did.

Then I said, “Ha ha, I was going to come outside whether you did the routine or not.”

Then she came inside and puked on the carpet.

I guess we’re even.

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(Side Note: Are cats supposed to be this long? When I look at this picture I can’t help but think Abby was playing a trick on me. Like she persuaded Scout or a neighborhood cat to go in on the “Super Tall Cat” gag. They rented a Giant Abby costume made from real fur and catskin. Inside the costume the accomplice cat was on the bottom standing on its hind legs while Abby was sitting on its shoulders to convincingly look like the tallest domestic cat in the world. I’m not sure if all of this was for laughs or attaining greater power over humans. I am watching their moves very closely.)

If I’m being honest, when this photo was taken Abby wasn’t really eager for me to frolic outdoors with her. She actually wanted me to let her inside. Just like the second photo of Scout in this post – Scout isn’t really screaming; she’s yawning. It’s okay though, they’ve both given consent for me to create whatever story I want with their photos. Between the verbal consent and the fact that cats don’t recognize their own reflection or pictures of themselves, I figure I’m in the clear.

But there are parts of the Cat Story that are true. For example, I am planning on spending more time outside. In fact, I am going to fight every ounce of lethargy and overwhelmedness in my body and attempt to get back to triathlons. After not racing for nearly two years, I am ready to start training for the Pittsburgh Triathlon in July. Training this month will be a huge challenge since I still carry the weight of my comprehensive exams (due end of May/early June), but I’m hoping that making a public proclamation to compete in the Pittsburgh Triathlon will serve as one form of accountability to help that goal come to fruition.

Another aspect of the Cat Story that’s true – Abby can totally tap dance.

Mom Says I Have the Gift of Encouragement

admin — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 00:19:44 +0000

If I had a little more time on my hands and fewer piles that needed to be filed or scrapbooked, I would love to create e-cards and/or greeting cards as a hobby. I have even gone so far as to imagine this site evolving beyond a blog to include an e-store of sorts with cards and fonts and stock photos. Why not dream big? Well, I’m far from pursuing that dream right now and perhaps far from qualified, but I was reminded of this interest this weekend when I stumbled across a funny website that helps people caption photos, particularly funny pet photos. I started to try out the website, and then I thought, wait! I know how to do this with my own software! In fact, this is what I want to do someday with my photos in the form of greeting cards!

I stopped using the website, but took the photo that I was going to use and created my own sample e-card (some of you have seen this photo and idea before). My website doesn’t have the ability to send actual e-cards right now, but if you find the message below deeply moving and appropriate for a loved one, I suppose the image could be a makeshift e-card if you click on the photo, copy the URL, and send the URL link to whoever needs to feel your electronic love and support.

In a time of economic hardship for our country, hopefully the following “e-card” will uplift many.

Separated At Birth?

admin — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 22:12:50 +0000

We always thought that Abby had some Hungry Hungry Hippo in her bloodline.

Perhaps we should consider an alternative ancestry.

Still Can’t Get Her to Push a Vacuum While We’re at Work

admin — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 06:29:56 +0000

Staking claim to a perfectly-sized resting place. Being hot to the touch. Keeping legs unshaved. Sleeping guiltlessly without any worry for what should have gotten done today. She is on to something.