6 posts tagged “beardo”
What's been going on since March? This stuff!
- The chickens all grew into roosters. Roosters suck!
- Went boating. Messing around in boats != suck!
- Met some new people, moved into a new place. New place is the anti-suck. I sleep in a cubby in a room full of cubbies and skylights.
- Purged a lot of stuff for the move. I am now living approximately 2,134 pounds lighter.
- Beardo the cat is still fluffy and loveable. Beardo approves of cubbies and skylights.
- Learned to make friendship bracelets and a better apple pie.
- Bought a nifty new truck!
- Learned to drive my truck. Manual transmissions are neat!
- Crashed my truck while standing a half-block away. Sucks! Also, I have mad skillz to do this!
- Crashed my truck again! This time super-sucked. Goofbutt rear-ended me and now truck is totalled. Sadness is ongoing.
- Learned the true meaning of Christmas--HINT it's second-hand stores and explosives!
- Blew some stuff up and returned to my knitting, pictures to come!
And that's what y'all have been missing while I've been busy living it. Hello again internet. My on-again off-again correspondence with you is officially back on.
This weekend work sent me to take pictures of Wet Beaver Creek and the Pueblo Grande Museum. Both places are beyond fabulous examples of why I LOVE living in Arizona. Wet Beaver Creek looks like this:
There are all these wonderful swimming holes and fishing spots. There are tons of critters and it's right off the highway. Judging from the freeway you'd never know this place existed.
Pueblo Grande is a system of Hohokam ruins preserved right smack in the middle of phoenix. Very weird to see petroglyphs, ruins, and modern commercial buildings in the same place. It's near the airport so planes are constantly zooming overhead. A short, 1/3 mile trail takes you through some ruins, reconstructed dwellings, and a lot of low desert plant life. The scene here is completely different from the lush riparian plant life at Wet Beaver. Here all the plants are pokey and mean. Plants in the desert southwest do not give hugs, unless it's a cholla, and you never want to hug a cholla cactus.
And just because, here's Beardo very much alive and exhausted from battling mouse toys all afternoon.
Poor bald bellied cat is back to his usual nutty self. Hooray for that.
It's been a stressful, ugly, no good, craptastic very bad week and no one here at the house of pain has had it worse than poor Beardo the cat. While Xian and I were out getting our butts kicked by work and school, our kitty was at the pet hospital being force-fed and poked with the frightening but healing hands of veterinary science. He got sick so fast it's scary. The whole business had me nauseated and goodness knows I couldn't get any work done without Beardo there to distract me.
This is Beardo looking good. Most days he's all kinds of frisky. He enjoys playing fetch, sniffing butts a little too long, and kicking every last bit of sand out of the litter box. He harbors a burning hatred of closed doors and doesn't believe in personal space unless it's his. I think he's incredibly charming.
Hi folks! I'm back. Sortof. I'm only half alive today because our cat, who's been taking torture training classes from ex-KGB agents, decided to try out some of his special new moves last night. So where've I been? I feel like I must tell you (even though I'm boring) so here's a quick break down of the last few weeks...
Thanksgiving with the family. We ate, watched cartoons, and went to bed happy. No tears, jello shots, or fire this year (I kindof missed the fire part).
I fancy myself a bit of an urban explorer but in reality I'm just a bit ocd. If there's a half opened box sitting in the middle of the sidewalk I must look inside. This is how I found someone's mummified and very dead dog. Happy holidays!
The store I work at is closing at the end of this month. I'm applying to a wide range of jobs I probably don't want. From window dresser to English teacher to English teacher in China. It's mid-life-financial-crisis party town (but not really since a creative writing degree is really just proof that I've learned to mooch effectively and also I'm only 24).
Otherwise, I've been playing Puzzle Pirates, eating holiday cookies, stressing Christmas and getting fat. Cause if there's anything I've learned from watching hours of commercials on CourtTV it's that stress makes you fat.
Windows, Mac, Linux - What's your preference and why?
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I've never been tempted to answer one of these before but I'm so bored (and so intent on not watching c-span) that I've got to do this. So here's an almost completely irrellevant picture of my cat. Hooray!
Hooray for a drama free vet visit! This year Beardo the Wonder Cat faced the doctor like a real trooper. Last time I had to reschedule twice when he managed to eat his way into our boxspring and then vanished into another (vet free?) dimension where he stayed until regular business hours had long gone by. Today, though, he plopped right into his kitty bag, let the vet prod him without the usual chase, and was pronounced perfectly healthy in under 10 minutes. This year also marks the second time that Beardo has been called "ripped" by his doctors. He has perfect cat abs and his guns are deadly. Apparently sleeping 20 hours a day, rolling in dirt, and hunting down giant pre-cambrian cockroaches makes up one heck of a workout regimen.
