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The Pooka Life

I was a busy girl last night. Got back the wedding pictures and put some of them here. There are plenty more but I got bored and moved on to documenting our beautiful new grass. It’s a little browner right now but hanging in there.

Oh yeah, this is my new favorite blog. I swear this cat is Blitz’s long lost sibling. They even look alike. Just realized we have no pictures of our kitties here. (My mom says they aren’t kitties – as if there is some weight/age limit for kitties! You can be a 20 lb kittie!) Major oversite on my part. I’ll have to get up a page for them too I guess. I mean, who doesn’t love looking at pictures of pets? Exactly.

Artie went to the vet today. Send Kevin a power thought. I think he’ll need it.

The Pooka Life

My old friend, Mike, was asking me what I do for fun and my list was depressingly short. Work, walk the dog, watch tv. I sounded boring even to myself. So I’m looking for new and exiciting things to do this summer. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. I need to come up with something cool to impress Mike.

Oh yeah, I’m going to have to invoke a general disclaimer here. If you surf over to his page, please keep in mind that by providing the aforementioned link, I in no way endorse, support, or approve of the information contained on his website. And the stuff about the buxom transvestite, completely baseless, honestly!

Re-Do

I scared Kevin yesterday. I should start by explaining about the carpet in our bedroom. It’s red. Not true red, more of a brick or maroonish color. It came with the house and is actually very new so we haven’t tried to replace it. Also, we’re rather lazy but I digress.

Now, I’m a big fan of dark blue so in our apartment (which had tan carpet) I went with a dark blue theme. The effect in our house is sort of, well, a clash. Dark red rug meets dark blue bed. Ick. Kevin, of course, didn’t mind. But then, color coordination is very, very low on his priority list. Right after changing the cat litter I think.

In a way, it’s Kevin’s own fault as he has begun complaining that our down comforter is just too hot for him. So this weekend, in a fit of energy, I decided to re-do the bedroom. Nothing major mind you, just a lighter blanket and new pillows. The basics. Now remember, we have that red carpet so logically, I had to pick something to match. What matches with dark red? That’s right, pink & white. However, Kevin has this thing about “girly” stuff so I went for a quilt rather then flowery. Nice geometric shapes, more white than pink really. Came home, made the bed up with the new colors and proceed to forget about it. That night, Kevin walks upstairs and I hear a “Whoa! Hey! What???” Turns out seeing the new bedding scared him. (That and the fact that the bed was actually made for a change.) Of course, he spend all night grumbling that it was too fru-fru and he felt like he was at his grandma’s house. Men. This is the same person who will wear stripes and plaids together and claim they match since they are both shades of blue. Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

I don’t think he’s quite adjusted to it yet. He still gives the bed the evil eye every now and then. I think I’m gong to start putting my old dollys on it. That’ll teach him. {Insert evil laugh here}.

The Pooka Life

Sorry for the lag in postings but I’ve been having problems with the web page. For some reason, only IE will link to our blog from our homepage. Netscape, for some reason, can’t seem to find this page. Sigh. Kev’s on shift and pretty grumpy right now so I don’t think I’ll be able to get him to fix it until later this week.

Thought I should probably put up a general disclaimer here. The ultrasound on our homepage IS NOT our child. That’s my sister, Suzy’s, new baby. I realize that at first glance, it’s a little deceiving. My friend Kathy emailed me and said at first she got all excited thinking we were going to be proud parents. Sorry Kathy, no kids in our future yet (if you don’t count Artie of course).

Had a run in with the police yesterday – it was kind of cool. I’m on the bus, heading home like normal, and the bus driver notices this guy running toward the bus. So, being the nice bus driver that she is, she waits a little longer at the stop for him Some bus drivers are not this kind and I have had many a bus pull out instead of waiting. But that is another story. Once he’s on, she starts to joke with him about how he almost missed he. He takes a seat one in front of me and we head on down Sandy. We haven’t gone far when we start to hear sirens and the traffic piles up. I’m thinking, accident up ahead. We inch along and final clear the snag leaving the sirens behind. Now, we haven’t gone more than a mile when all of a sudden, we start hearing sirens coming up behind us. The bus driver jokes it must be her bad driving. We all start to laugh until the cops surround the bus and pull us over. Two officers hop out of their police car and pound on the bus doors to be let in. They have their hands on their guns and jump on the bus, say a few words to our driver who points them to the back of the bus. One officer looks back toward us and says “Alright, put your hands up where I can see them.” I’m thinking, “Me???” The guy who ran to catch the bus shoots his hands into the air and the police man runs back and grabs him. They hussle him off the bus and handcuff him. Once he’s in the police car, they come back on and search his seat where he had dropped a jacket and baseball cap. Turns out he had just robbed a store and was trying to make a fast get away. All in all, it was pretty cool. Although, I did have a flashback to Speed for a moment there. I wonder what would of happened it I had put my hands up too???