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Too damn lazy to even find a scanner.

Anyway, swim classes have been going pretty well. Except for the part where I suck.

Remember these guys?

Fricken’ birds built another nest in the air duct last spring and we’ve been hearing their shrill cries since.

Our landlord waited until the summer to replace the grate, to ensure the birds had safely left the nest. The repair guy came in today, checked the air duct, determined that the birds had all flown away and replaced the grate.

Except, the birds had not all flown away. Only the mother had. The babies, however, had retreated into the attic.
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Jumbo prawns served at Local Oceans Seafood restaurant @ Bay Blvd in Newport, OR.

We just got back from an overnight stay at the coast. Hoping boyfriend’s photos will soon be up.

It was nice to come home to a clean kitchen until we realized someone had come in and cleaned our kitchen. o_O

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Just kidding, I cleaned it before we left! HAHA!

omg don’t kill me

Be honest, though. You guys are thinking, “Well, that could only happen to Alienman.”

… or to anyone in Eugene, where things like stealing of doormats and returning of said mats have been known to occur.

Greetings from your resident Alien!

I come to post here in the middle of this godforsaken night to tell you that I am the luckiest woman in the world!

That’s right. I am here to RUB IT IN YOUR FACE.

And I am deleting and retyping because I am still tipsy from one cocktail and one glass of ridiculously sweet dessert wine. Holy crap. I’m not drinking that wine anymore. I don’t even remember what it’s called, so I’ll probably end up drinking it again the next time I ask for a recommendation on wine. Crap.

Am I really still intoxicated or am I just using the alcohol as an excuse to type out a meaningless and silly entry?

BUT LOOK AT THIS CHEESECAKE

The wine I had with it was too sweet for me but the cake was like WORLD TRAVEL IN MY MOUTH minus the jet lag. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!
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I was just browsing around for some decently priced sandals and I thought I’d share a few promos with you guys. Sorry I haven’t been good about updating the savings!!

Continue reading to check them out!

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Just an update on the goings on in my life:
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Dear morons who classify certain types of clothes as “ethnic”

Will you pleases cut that shit out?

Do you even know what “ethnic” means? What? Is the socially constructed white race so celestially above and beyond having some sort of ethnic origin that anything that seems foreign to you can be perceived as “ethnic”? Adding large streaks of painted blades of grass and bamboo-like plastic rings doesn’t make it “ethnic”. Sarouel or harem pants are not “ethnic”.

Fuck, if I see a plain white T-shirt, I’ll call that “ethnic” since it’s foreign to my ancestry.

And don’t call a person “ethnic” because they are seemingly not all white.

***Many of you might recognize this rant from our forum (for those of you who are not yet members but are interested in joining, let me know) but I am re-posting the rant here because I’m seeing the misuse of the word more than ever with the rise of sarouel pants and maxi dresses with “ethnic” prints

Since our first and last successful trip to Waldo Lake, we have made several more attempts to visit this phenomenal lake. Unfortunately, even when the weather was warm and fair just beneath the junction to the lake, the junction itself would be riddled with hazardous snow that our car was not equipped to trek. Today was no exception, in spite of the 83-degree weather. Yes. It was 83-degrees on the last day of May and there was too much snow. I’m not even sure how that works.

So, I guess you could say we didn’t find Waldo this time, either. HA!!! *slaps knee

… sorry.

Photos we took on the way back (taken by the boyfwen, of course):

Our little bunnies came with us on the trip.

I just realized, I don’t think I ever posted pictures of this Bunny Tea Party set. I had made it shortly after the first one.

But first, I’d like to address a couple of questions that were asked of me.

1. How does a cat scold you?

That is a good question. I never thought I’d find myself talking about being scolded by a cat. 

When we got done unloading the car, we headed toward the front doorstep where Bella sat waiting on her haunches. As soon as we made eye contact, she gave me this reproachful sounding, “Me-yooowwwwww!!!!” and then turned and ran back in. You should have heard the tone. It was clearly in an American accent and could easily be translated as, “You’re taking too long!”

The truth is, Bella owns me, not the other way around. The other day, I was being lazy about cleaning out her litter and she kept meowing and complaining until I followed her to the litter box.  I kid you not. She led me there and ordered me to clean out her litter! 

I don’t even know how this role-reversal of master and subservient follower happened. Somehow, I’m the one who got tamed and controlled by a mangy cat and, by golly, I don’t know if I should take this anymore! That’s it. I’m staging a protest.

… after I give Her Majesty a brushing.

2. How do you ground a cat?

I made an unofficial off-blog announcement that Bella was grounded for a week. That’s right. I grounded my cat. Don’t judge me.

By this, I simply mean she is not allowed to use the balcony for a week because I fear her range of movement has now extended beyond the boundaries of the balcony. This past month, she has already jumped off the balcony twice and she never did this before. I am hoping that keeping her away from the balcony for a week will deter this newly discovered behavior.

OMG you people, stop making me talk about my cat. I’m NOT a crazy cat lady. Just because I let her be my master and not the other way around, and I ground her like a teenager and talk to her like she’s a real human being…  OMG this conversation is OVER!  >:T 

Now, on to weekend photos!!!  Continue reading to view them (photos taken by boyfwen)

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over-petting is funny

She’s strictly an indoors cat. Fortunately, when she does somehow manage to slip out, she never goes far and she always immediately comes back in. Sometimes, I leave the front door open for the briefest moment and she slinks out. Then I catch her slinking about the front of the door. We make eye contact, then she gives me a guilty “uh-oh” look and runs back in with a long gurgling meow.

One time, I stepped out for a brief moment and left the front door partially open. The neighbors’ door, which is adjacent to ours, was open, too. They were all outside trying to start their car. When I turned and headed back inside, Bella came out of their door. Then she saw me, gave me that guilty look and dashed into our door.

My neighbors will never know she had been in there.

If you’re one of my Facebook buddies, you’d be well annoyed by my recent barrage of Facebook status changes that have been flooding your newsfeeds (Take THAT, you quiz-takers and five-things listers!) and you’d also know I have just returned from a mini-trip to the coast and to Portland.

We left Bella home for ONE NIGHT and she had somehow gotten out. I don’t know how long she had been outside but, when we got out of my car, we were first greeted by loud frantic meows ringing through the early dusk. I instantly recognized her voice and cried out, “Bella?!”  Yes, I can recognize my own cat’s voice. Don’t judge me.

She crept out from under the boyfriend’s car, crying and whining. I have no idea how long she had been out there and it scares me to think she might have gotten out soon after we had left last morning.  When we opened the door for her, she eagerly ran in.

When she saw that we were taking too long to unload the car to come in and love her already, she came back out, sat on her haunches at the front step and waited. 

When we finally got to the door, she scolded us and went back in.

Let me say that part again.

She scolded us… 

She SCOLDED us.

Fricken’ Bella.