ok, so it's been many days since i've posted a single thing and that's not a very good start. but A LOT has happened since my last entry, including but not limited to major surgery and college graduation. so now that i'll be recovering for a few weeks, i figure i'll have plenty of time to bore everyone with the little details of my life. for now, i'm going to play trivial pursuit with my husband, my mom and my dad, who were kind enough to drive a thousand miles to help with my recovery (as if i could stop them). i'll end this short post with one of my most favorite pictures taken on a very happy, if not physically painful day (graduation was three days after my release from the hospital...) it's a picture of me and my biggest fan, the love of my life. i am so lucky...

butter houdini

i went ahead an bought my cats harnesses and leashes, the 15 foot long variety, so they could go outside without running off and getting hit by a car, or being dragged off by wild dingos.

needless to say, they are not a big hit. actually, my little tabby, ramona, doesn't mind it too much because if the had to throw on a top hat and saddle shoes and tap a little jig just to go outside for three minutes, she'd do it.

but my big orange fur ball, butter, feels differently. in the past, we've let him outside and he just kind of lingers by the door for a while before he dares to feel the grass with his little tootsies. before long he's back at the door meowing for a rubdown and a slice of lasagna. but dammit, i want him to act like the big twenty pound male cat that he is! i want him out there standing on the nearest fence, singing to the moon and getting shoes thrown at him (under my watchful eye, of course).

so i put the harness on him, fitted it as best i could, and this was the end result:

he lied there, with the 15 feet of nylon rope stretched just as far as it would go, and pouted. no stalking birds, no eating grass, no rubbing his back on tree, nothing of the sort. he just lay there, too busy being pissed off to worship the sun. every once in a while he made a little grumbling noise just to remind us all that he was none too happy.

i tried it again another day... we tied him to a post in the backyard thinking if he were surrounded on all sides by grass and nature that he'd have more fun. we turned our backs for like a minute and when we turned back, the empty harness was laying on the ground at the end of the nylon rope, and butter was sitting on the bottom step leading the the deck. he looked at me as if to say, "i can't believe you make me work this hard..."

the best day of my life...

you can try, but you will probably not find any person on the face of the planet who is happier about being married than me. just ask my friends, they'll confirm it. i totally love my husband and i love being his wife. my wedding day was, by far, the best day of my life and i relive it over and over in my daydreams. even though the month or two (or six) leading up to the big day were torture (sorry hon, but you know it's true) it was worth every minute and we're stronger for having gotten through it together. did i mention i love being married?

that's why i think it's total crap that gay marriage has not been legalized. why should people be deprived of their right to wedded bliss just for loving a person that you wouldn't? how self-centered do you have to be to think that's ok? i don't like celery. does that mean no one should be allowed to eat "ants on a log"? i don't like rush limbaugh (duh), does that mean nobody should be allowed to listen to him? (but really, nobody should, it's for their own good. sorry, i digress...) it just makes me sad, i can't imagine if i were not allowed to marry my husband. it would be like a huge part of me would be missing. like my heart or my lungs. would you really want to take away a person's heart and lungs? they would die. but i guess that just doesn't bother some people...

oh, is it noticable? (you idiot...)

on the heels of a riveting post written by our good friend sam, let me ask a question... why is it that i am the ONLY PERSON at target who is required to move their cart out of the way for others? or the ONLY PERSON who has to wait patiently while a bunch of oblivious butt heads cut in front of me to rush off to grab the latest office supplies. whatever. in the parking lot i waited for ten minutes with my reverse lights on while car after car drove passed me; come on! show some common courtesy! i know your life is much more important than mine, but throw me a crumb here so i don't end up hating the entire human race...

also, in case anyone out there doesn't know...usually if a person is limping, they don't need it pointed out to them. it's RUDE to do so. especially if you don't know this person from a hole in the wall. i limp. i have degenerative disc disease and it causes my discs to herniate. i'm actually having back surgery this coming tuesday (again-it's my second one) so i am obviously aware that i walk like lurch from the addams family. ok? no need to point it out to me, thank you very much. i swear, who raises these people?! wild animals? probably not, i actually like wild animals.

i think i dated alfie...

this is by far one of my most favorite songs currently. and why can't i look like lily allen? (because with that much cuteness to support, the world would implode on itself and i can't be responsible for that.) did i mention that she reminds me of a disney character who smokes cigarettes a swears a lot? awesome.