Oh man...
Is this guy asking for the big hurt or what? Dumbass.
In further news... If raising kittens is anything like raising children... my parents are going to be long in wait for grandchildren. These three little kittens are giving me a run for my money. But they're worth it.
More to come...
Friday, May 21, 2004
Lords of the Lincoln... So, last Saturday the Toungate and I made the move to get the Lincoln from Kris and I's old apartment to the new place. It was a journey of it's own accord. After slowly making our way through Toungate's neighborhood (to avoid unneeded attention and traffic just in case the car decided to call it quits.. which it did... several times), we came to Old McNeil Road. Now, to access the road, you must cross a train track. And of course, traffic is backed up because, take a guess, it's AUSTIN!!! Unfortunately, the car (which I'm naming the USS Big Mama Cass) stalled right on the train tracks. And of course at that moment the arms decide to come down to alert everyone that a train is coming. With me sitting dead center in the tracks.
I looked to my left, and saw it in the distance. I had time, but not knowing how much, I began to panic. I kept turning the key to the car, but it refused to start.
A quick note on this. I haven't driven a automatic car (unless it's Kris', and as crappy a car as she has, it doesn't die in awkward locations) so I was unfamiliar with what to do in this situation. I'm used to driving stick, so if it stalls, you just start it back up... no problem.
I throw the car into park, turn the key, and the car jumps to life. I throw the car into overdrive and preceed to peel out.. in a big, honkin' large, boat of a car.
So, it sat peacefully at our apartment complex. My mind reassured that nothing else would happen to the car. I should remember that whenever my mind is reassured, everything's going to collapse.
On Wednesday there was a note on the car from our local Round Rock Police Department saying something to the extent of "This car is big, and ugly, and unsitely, not to mention that the plates are out... move it".
Thursday evening we're preparing to move the car to Toungate's driveway so it will be out of everyone's way and we can work on it.. notice I didn't say peacefully... in due time. As Bear is walking around the car, taking note of what we need to fix first, he hears a small mewing...
He pops open the trunk which is roughly the size of our old apartment.
Uh-oh.
He runs upstairs, I run downstairs. What do we find? A three to four week old kitten. Who's been in the trunk of this huge car. Without water, without food, without anything cool for the past four/five days. I was horrified. I began to pull everything out of the trunk to get ahold of this cat and recuse him.
As I'm pulling everything out, I discover yet another surprise. A second kitten. I'm in a mad rush now, pulling everything out as fast as possible to discover, to my surprise, a third kitten. The runt of the litter and what I fear the most sickly.
I rush the kittens upstairs to where it's cool. They're obviously shaken and scared. An hour goes by before I can find an eye dropper and a gallon of milk to feed these little guys, in a mad panic I call on a friend. Mila comes down with kitten formula and we feed them to their little malnutritioned bellies are full. 30 minutes later...
They're definately alive and well. They'll be staying with me this weekend (no sleep for the wicked)until Monday when I have arranged homes for the kittens. At least two of them. The third kitten, and of course the runt of the litter, will be staying with us. His name is Lincoln.
Get it?
More to come...
Friday, May 07, 2004
I'm just lazy. I know this. I think most of my friends and family know this. In fact, most of my friends are like this. But planning for this whole marriage thing is having some unfortunate side effect that makes me want to sleep all the time, smoke more, and do less. Do less of everything. At least I still haven't put on any weight.
Personally, I think a trip to Vegas to get married by Elvis (the fat, boozed up Elvis, of course!) in a 24 hour chapel would be ideal. But no, it's gotta be a big ceremony. It's not even that I'm nervous, I'm just getting cheaper in my old age. With the money that we're spending on this 4 1/2 hour, life changing event, we could take one helluva vacation! And I don't think Kris is going to have anything to talk about after we get married. Because those 75+ choice wedding magazines are going out the window!
Good news for everyone. Since most of the places we've looked at for catering, well, suck, we've decided on Poke-E-Jo's BBQ. Yeah, I know, has kind of a strange sound doesn't it? But this isn't going to be your usual kind of wedding either. Fog machines, dry ice, everyone in the wedding party dressed up in costumes...
No. Not really. No one's going to be dressed up in costumes. But we are going to have BBQ. And maybe a thing of dry ice in the back somewhere... maybe.
